Posted in Holiday, Home, Nature

Clucking Corn

Hope that everyone had a safe and happy New Years Eve (and Day)!

We spent our holiday quietly at a cabin in the woods.

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Ooooo….Snowy…..

When it came around time to get the snacks out, Mr. C. Cow said that he was having popcorn chicken over to ring in the new year. I was somewhat baffled over Mr. C. telling us we were having this as a meal. We’re vegetarian so the thought of him ordering up a bucket of fried meat products was bizarre. Turns out that popcorn should be capitalized as it is the name of a chicken he met at a book club meeting.

Popcorn Chicken was just a nickname. His real name was Wilford and he owned a food cart called “Clucking Kettle Corn”. Bishop made some sort of strange noise that sounded like a giggle but he wouldn’t tell me why a kettle corn food cart would make him laugh. He just shook his head and wandered off to put on a pot of coffee.

The rest of the evening was relaxing. Bishop and I played cards. Marslean told tall tales of Father Time to Mr. C. Cow and Popcorn. When midnight hit, Mr. C. put on a hat and ran around the yard screaming “Happy New Year” while banging on a pan. Popcorn joined in and made so much noise that Bishop had to ask them to quit it and stop denting his pans.

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Keeping Warm!

We hope that 2018 brings all of you joy, happiness, and a few non-dented pans.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life on my personal land.

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Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Secret Santa Discussions

Mr. C. Cow was making hot chocolate and discussing the pros and cons of glue versus tape when wrapping a present when we heard a strange noise. It started out as a commotion on the roof that we thought was just a branch falling off a tree. The commotion turned into the jingle jangle of a million bells that, somehow, were all in harmony. (Mr. C. Cow once broke a shelf at a bell store. When they hit the ground none of them sounded harmonious.). Before I had the time to jump out of my seat and scream “Oh Holiday Elf help us! The roof is caving in!!!” there was a polite knock on the door.

I didn’t want to answer it. Who makes that much racket on your roof, makes you hit the deck because you think the world is falling in on you, then politely knocks? Mr. C, who is not known for using a door peephole to see who’s knocking, decides to answer.

Door to door roof repair salesman?

New wave shingle playing musicians?

Umm….no….it was…Santa Claus!!!

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All of that searching, hunting, moo crying, and wishing for a one-on-one conversation with the big present man in charge has led us to this moment. This juncture in our tale where the one thing Mr. C. Cow wants more than anything else for Christmas (besides ANOTHER milk can) is a Santa chat. A discussion with the one person in a little cows life that fills him with hope, cheer, and the holiday spirit. Mr. C.’s pursuit of Santa led us to not finding him but Santa finding Mr. C.

They went outside and had a private conversation for quite some time. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Did I make hot chocolate for our guest? Should I start baking cookies? Not wanting to stare at the private conversation between a cow and Kringle I made small talk with the reindeer. Rudolph enjoys playing online chess. Now I have a new individual to play with. Who knew!

After their conversation was finished I was in shock when the jolly man in the red suit shook my hand. He told me that I was, mostly, good for the year, and should expect some extra hold hairspray for my beehive. Bishop, who had been drinking coffee and watching out the window the whole time, tipped his coffee cup at Santa. He knew he was good all year. No worries in the present department there. Marslean, who had been discussing walking on icy surfaces with hoofs with reindeer, also knew she had been exceptional all year so she wasn’t worried.

As Santa left I asked Mr. C. Cow what they had discussed in private. My answer was “You’ll find out tomorrow!”.

Merry Christmas Eve,

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Awesome Santa Photo Taken In Second Life By…Yeah…You Guessed It…Me!

Second Life Location: Winter Wonderland Kickin Up The Snow (M)

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Raccoons Wear Socks?

The holiday season is well underway and Santa is inching ever so closer to bringing good little cows presents. Mr. C. Cow has been a good little cow this year. I know he’s had a few hiccups along the way (eating an entire tube of cookie dough I was going to make) but there has been much improvement. Mr. C. sent his letter off to Santa but is still looking for him for a one on one, personal chat.

The Kringle search has led us to one of the most beautiful holiday parks we have visited so far. I’m not complaining about his searching every year because it always leads us to places like this…..

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Beautiful. Cold but beautiful.

When searching for a guy who breaks into your home to give you stuff, Mr. C. Cow seems to have a knack for finding the best places to look. One would think he would spend his time looking in empty boxes on the side of the road or ice cream parlors but that’s not the case. Mr. C. is an extremely smart bovine (He did go to college!) and has the “art of the Santa search” down to a science.

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When seeking an individual that is both covert, holiday related, and elusive there are a few rules you need to abide by:

*Follow the cookie crumbs. Literally, follow the crumbs of snowmen and reindeer shaped holiday treats. Santa has been known to throw back a few cookies with some milk. Where there are crumbs there may be Santa.

*Signs pointing to Saint Nick don’t always point in the right direction. Directional signs have led us to blow up Santa’s, a store selling stockings, and a guy on the side of the road wearing a red hat. Signs are not always factual.

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Nope. Not Santa.

*Baiting a trap with candy canes does not work. It might actually put you on the naughty list if Kringle was to, indeed, fall for this trickery. This has never worked. How do I know? I know because, one year, Mr. C. Cow spent a hundred dollars in candy canes and traps. Waste of money. Didn’t work. Naughty list bound.

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Have you guys seen a jolly fat man in a red suit? 

Following all of these guidelines has yet to produce one named “Santa”. We’ve run into plenty of reindeer but none of them work for the man himself. Thought we saw an elf but it was just a raccoon in stripped socks.

I have confidence that we’ll run into good Ol’ Santy at some point in time. Mr. C. Cow has yet to fail in his holiday mission of search and question each year. Maybe the white bearded guy knows he’s looking and just likes to screw with him. When you’re busy making that many toys for good girls and boys I wouldn’t blame him if he needed a bit of hide and seek humor.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by yours truly.

Second Life Location: Calas Galadhon “Home For Christmas” (M)

Posted in Nature, Real Life, Weather

Snow Blocked

We’ve lacked in the postcard department and it hasn’t been our fault. Not my fault. Not Mr. C. Cow’s fault. It’s not even the fault of running out of postage stamps. The one thing that decided to stop us from sending all of you greetings was…snow. Wicked, mean, evil snow!

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Snow No!!!!

We got quite a bit of snow for over 24 hours in our area. This caused the power to go out for two days. Then come back on. Then go out another day for a few hours. Kinda hard to use a computer without sweet electricity. Way to ruin things weather!

Mr. C. Cow and I were on the road, trying to get home, during part of the storm. It was slow, rough going and I’ve never been so scared to slide off of a road in my life. (Not counting the time Mr. C. Cow tried to drive backwards down a mountain.) Mr. C. spend the majority of the ride hiding under a table rather then look out at the snow. I don’t blame him. If I had a choice between driving and hiding I would loved to spend time under a table with him.

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When we did, finally, make it back to the equipment company the power had been out for a quite a long time. Marslean and Bishop had a fire going in our home fireplace so we were lucky enough to not freeze too much. Mr. C. Cow wore five pairs of fuzzy socks to combat the cold a fire couldn’t help. Marslean and Bishop wore three coats. I wore a couple of hats to keep my beehive from freezing.

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Snow coming down at the equipment company.

Things are now back to normal. The snow is almost melted completely. Mr. C. Cow has taken to riding in the front of the camper rather than under a table. My beehive has defrosted. Hopefully we’ll be able to bring you more holiday postcards without any pesky (snowy) roadblocks.

Mr. C. Cow has some more Santa search photos he’s been dying to share with all of you!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken of real life snowstorm we went through over a few days period. We did lose power for quite a while. Hopefully that’s the last we’ll see of any winter storms. At least for now.

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Dumpster Donuts

Marslean insisted on taking a camper trip with us to keep on eye on Mr. C. Cow. She was still a little dismayed over his holiday obsession and wanted to see what kind of mischief he would get into. This feeling intensified the morning of our trip when she woke up to find that the cream and sugar for her coffee was neatly wrapped up in tiny boxes.

I came up with a compromise that would benefit both parties (and my sanity). Mr. C. Cow had to promise to stop wrapping random items around the house. Marslean promised to get more into the spirit of things since her window curtains would stay up in the windows instead of being wrapped up with a bow.

Our first stop on our Santa search tour was a “direct to the North Pole” mailbox. I know what you’re thinking. Mr. C. Cow had said that he felt more comfortable discussing his naughty or nice issues in person. Part of the Cow/Pegasus compromise involved finding Santa AND also mailing a letter. I think that Marslean was worried that, if he didn’t find the jolly guy, he might be out of luck in the wanted presents department. I’m glad she thought to cover all of the bases.

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Old Fashion Direct Line.

After the letter mailing was complete we ran into a few things while Mr. C. Cow was poking around looking for a guy who employed eight tiny reindeer:

A bear loitering outside of a bakery…..

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He was awake when we got there!

And a Rudolph owned small sleigh business.

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That doesn’t look like Rudolph.

The bear was loitering because she was waiting for the day old stale donuts to get thrown away. I, personally, would rather pay for a fresh donut instead of a dumpster donut but to each their own. Since the donut dumping was taking so long I bought her one when I got ours.

As for the Rudolph sleigh business, it was not a racket but an authentic small business that was started side business. Reindeer owned and horse pulled. It was nice to see horses have the opportunity to earn a little extra cash to buy their foals presents. At fifteen cents a ride it seemed like a steal.

Sadly, no Santa was spotted, but our holiday dispute between Mr. C. Cow and Marslean was fixed. We still have a lot of holiday season to go so we’re not worried!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by me!

Second Life Location: Winter Holiday Village (G)

Posted in Food, Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Being Thankful

It’s almost Thanksgiving in the states and we’ve been busy baking pies and tracing hand turkeys. Making a hand turkey is tough when you’ve got hooves or otter hands. Bishop makes a pretty wicked looking turkey with his giant polar bear paws. You have to lay out four pieces of paper just to make his whole hand fit.

Since Thanksgiving is all about giving thanks I asked everyone to share three things that they are thankful for.

Bishop is thankful for…

Hard hats to keep his head protected

Programmable coffee machines

Big Machinery

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These Deer Are Thankful For Microwave Popcorn

 

I am thankful for….

Super strength, strong hold hairspray

Dishwashers

Gas stations with clean bathrooms

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This waterfall is thankful for motivational posters. 

 

Marslean is thankful for….

No asparagus being served for Thanksgiving dinner

Low wind days when you have to fly to the grocery store

Decent WiFi signals

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This tea set is thankful for Fridays.

Mr. C. Cow is thankful for…

Candy canes

Free snack vendors

Milk Cans

We are all thankful for so many different things but have one thing in common. Each other. We are thankful to have each other. We’re also thankful for all of you that read our postcards every week. Without friendship, love, and all of you none of this would be possible.

Thank You!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by me!

Second Life Location: Chedderbarrel Thanksgiving Autumn-fest (G)

Posted in Nature, Road, Tourist Attraction

Caves Are Not Tunnels

With an enormous camper comes enormous responsibilities. If you’re going to drive a camper you need to make sure that your backing up skills are on point. Parking skills must be polished. Knowing how to properly read warning signs so you don’t run off of a cliff or into a zombie horde.

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Don’t drive into an undead swarm.

When Mr. C. Cow drives I worry that he’ll forget to use his side mirrors. One of these days he’s going to merge into something unmergable. Until he remembers that side mirrors are your friend he’s restricted to driving in little to no traffic.

There are so many other things you need to remember when driving a camper. Always be aware of how tall your vehicle is. Getting stuck under a bridge does not make you friends. It consistently makes people upset and costs a lot of money to repair damages. Also pay attention to height limit signs at parking garages. I once hit a parking height sign while driving a van. A lovely woman yelled words at me that I cannot repeat here in polite company. This has made me extremely aware of how tall my vehicle is. My advice is to not try to park a camper in a parking garage.

There is a camper driving habit that I am desperate for Mr. C. Cow to break. I can understand driving through tunnels while on the highway. It beats trying to take a vehicle straight up a mountain. What Mr. C. doesn’t understand is that you don’t always have to drive through a tunnel. Or in his case, drive off the road and into a cave.

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This is a cave not a tunnel!

Driving off of the road to go into cave is not responsible. When that cave looks like a giant skull about to eat your vehicle it is not only irresponsible but it is reckless. Mr. C. Cow thinks it’s fun. I think that, one day, something is going to eat us.

I hope that, if you plan on purchasing a camper in the future, you are a responsible owner/driver. Beware of low bridges. Learn to back up correctly. Don’t drive into caves with teeth.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life taken by….me!

Second Life Location: Dark Dharma Haunted Skull Caverns (M)