I am sad to say that I did not make it to midnight this time around. Instead of ringing in 2019, I fell asleep in a chair while listening to hockey around 10pm. Bishop went to bed early because he had a lot of work to do at the equipment company. The only ones to make it were Mr. C. Cow and Marslean.
I know that they had a fun time at midnight as there was a lot of popcorn on the floor, party string on the ceiling, and multiple juice boxes in the sink. I’m not sure why they were in the sink and not the garbage. I’m assuming that Marslean talked Mr. C. Cow into trying to make sink baskets with the empty containers.
Here are a few photos from 2018 of our various travels that I thought we would share as we look forward towards new journeys in 2019.
I would like to apologize for the lack of postcards to all of my friends these last two months. Life has been pretty rough and things had to take a back seat. Mr. C. Cow says I should call it “Back camper” but now understands because we do have seats in the camper rear.
Yes…he did giggle when I said “rear”…..
Why were we gone? Well…..I got a really bad cold and that took a bit of getting over. During my “sick period”, Mr. C. Cow got a hang nail, err, hoof and almost had to be hospitalized. He didn’t really, almost, end up in the hospital. He just likes to tell the story that way.
What has been going on since we’ve been missing?
*Marslean was helping Bishop do a bit of work around the shop yard and ran into a snake. I should say she saw the snake and ran in the opposite direction. Being a snake it was unable to run so it kinda panic slithered away. No one was injured and they have now become best friends.
*Bishop has been doing a lot of project work for someone he calls “The Dragon”. It sounds mysterious but it’s actually just a dragon who needed to rent some equipment. Not as medieval as it sounds.
*A band of Armadillos attempted to steal the camper while Mr. C. Cow was in the gas station buying gum. Luckily, they were unable to figure out how to put the camper in reverse and were caught instantly. The armadillos were given community service and Mr. C. now takes the vehicle keys into the store when buying gum.
*While I laid on a couch wishing my illness away I attempted to learn to knit. Many tears and attempts later I have still not gotten past the stage where you actually make something. I can’t even get passed the stage where you’re suppose to put the yarn on the needle-ma-jiggy. I’m thinking I might have the whole thing down if I live to be five hundred.
That’s what’s been going on with all of us from “Postcards At Tipsy”. I hope everyone has been doing great and is excited that we are back in action!
Mr. C. Cow and I have been staring at this safety sticker on a piece of Bishops new equipment for at least an hour now.
This one had us stumped more than any other safety sign before it. Was it informing us to stop wearing gloves? Were we suppose forgo wearing sci-fi inspired glasses while wearing gloves? Was finger painting prohibited in the area? Mr. C. Cow was insistent that the sign was trying to tell us to wash our hands before touching. I thought it didn’t want us to touch anything.
After having a meaningful discussion on how important gloves are when handling sharp things or hiking in the dead of winter, we were so confused that we turned to Bishop for help. Turning to Bishop took a bit of hard work as we couldn’t figure out where he was. We checked the break room and he (along with his coffee cup) were not there. The office? No Bishop. Mowing the lawn? Still no Bishop. Not only were we befuddled over a safety sign we had, somehow, lost Bishop. How does one loose an 8ft tall polar bear wearing a hard hat? We do, of course.
We finally found him an hour later under a forklift changing the oil. While I was busy checking the offices, Mr. C. Cow was supposed to check the machinery yard. I don’t know how Mr. C. could have missed seeing a giant pair of bear paws sticking out from under a forklift. Maybe he didn’t bother to look down.
Bishop informed us that the safety sign said “Halt! Don’t screw with this thing for real like”. I’m glad Mr. C. Cow didn’t try licking it. Who knows what would have happened to his tongue. I doubt they make band-aids for cow tongues.
This just, once again, goes to show that safety is important. Following safety signs correctly is extremely important. Not licking machinery is of the utmost importance. I don’t think I’ll touch anything in the shop ever again before consulting Bishop.
Photo taken by the real life model for Bishop because he knows I dig those crazy safety stickers he’s always running into.
I apologize for no new postcard this past Tuesday. It’s been a really hectic week and I’m exhausted. I’m hoping to get ahead in the postcard writing this weekend so I won’t have to worry about a no-show again. Thanks for understanding!
I hurt my paw hand the other day. I was doing a lot of things with my right paw/hand/whatever and my paw was like “Umm…Tipsy…can you slow it down a wee bit? I’m kinda tired!”. I didn’t pay that much attention to it at the time but now I can’t help but give it a lot of attention. It hurts! Mr. C. Cow has rubbed it. Bishop gave me a bag of frozen peas to put on it. Marslean looked up something called “acu-smacking”. Acu-punching? Puncture? I’m not exactly sure what it’s called but it’s suppose to help.
My paw hurt has made me really sad this week. We can’t drive far in the camper because it hurts to grip the wheel. I can’t expect Mr. C. to do all of the driving. It’s not fair to him. (He also gets tired real easy and tries to drive with his mouth. Safety tip: don’t drive with your mouth!)
To cheer me up Bishop gave me a bunch of photos he found in a safety manual so Mr. C. Cow and I could try to guess what they mean. He knows us so well!
I think that, deep down underneath all that bear fur, Bishop thinks it’s funny when we try to make up our own safety sign meanings. He probably doesn’t think it’s funny when we do it in his shop but doesn’t mind if we do it sitting on the couch.
I’m going to go get another frozen bag of veggies to put on my paw. This bag of peas is starting to melt and it’s making Mr. C. Cow hungry. If I keep it on any longer I’m afraid he’s going to steal it and make soup.
I want to thank my husband who is the real life Bishop (and character model) for the safety photos. He’s not a polar bear in real life but some might mistake him for one. Especially when he’s wearing a hard hat.
I did hurt my hand from spending an entire day typing postcard related stuff, photo editing, and drawing for my other site “Lizzy Zilla”. I have to learn that one cannot draw three comics, do a postcard post, photo edit, AND all the other stuff I have to do in one day. My advice? If you’re hand yells at you to take a break TAKE A BREAK!
Also want to thank my daughter who is the model with which I base the character of Marslean after. She really did look up acupuncture stuff. Please check out her photography website HERE as a big thank you!
We finally made it home! Huzzah! Celebration noises! Confetti if we actually had confetti! (We actually threw around a few bagels we found in the camper. They were a bit stale so it wasn’t fun when they came back down.)
We’re glad to be back because Bishop needed some help with his current, secret, project that he’s building outside of our equipment company. I am also glad to be back as well because I needed to stretch my legs at home (even though they are pretty stubby legs) and get some important work done. Website work. Business paper work. Making little paper footballs work.
Mr. C. Cow is extremely glad to be back because he, recently, bought a new hard hat so he could help out Bishop with the important “Hammer, Nailing, Sawing, Making ALL The Things” stuff (as he likes to call it). Bishop is very proud of him for taking the initiative to keep safe. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that Mr. C. just thought it looked good on his head. What we really need to get the little cow is a pair of safety goggles. You wouldn’t know how many times he, randomly, pokes himself in the eye. Eating a stick of celery? Right in the eye. Doing a crossword puzzle? Pencil….right in the eye. I just think it’s the hoofs that give him a hard time holding onto things safely. Hopefully Bishop doesn’t give him a screwdriver or some sort of pointy object to build with. A paintbrush seems safer than risking a trip to the emergency room.
While I was doing important paper work stuff I could hear Bishop giving Mr. C. directions on building some sort of something or other. (It involved the use of nails and hammers).
“No…we don’t eat the hammer. You need to take the nail. No…not the donut on the table. No….not the wrench. The nail…yeah…the pointy small thing. The hammer doesn’t get hammered by the nail. The nail does not go there. I have a better idea……”
Bishop giving building directions to Mr. C. Cow
While Mr. C. danced to some music Bishop threw on the radio……
Bishop found the STRONGEST coffee he could to deal with Mr. C. and his attempts at the whole hammer and nail thing.
After one (or six) cups of coffee Bishop was perfectly fine helping out Mr. C. Cow and his building of the stuffs. Mr. C. Cow means well and he tries really hard. Bishop knows this and, after a few deep breaths, works with him to safely build something with his own two (wait….four) hoofs.
Gotta to hand it to Mr. C. because he always tries his best. Even if it’s hard or something new to learn he always puts 110% into it. I can’t wait to see what they are making. I’m proud of both of them working together.
Now if I could only get working on all of this paperwork!
Background Photos Take In Second Life At: Tealeaf Equipment (M) – This is our actually company we set up in-world. Check it out!
Drawings of Bishop and Mr. C. done by myself.
I have a bunch of projects that I work on (and oversee) each week so I needed a company to handle all of it (as well as put information on each along with links to them). So…I started one! If you want to see what we’re up to and see other projects that I (as well as others) work on then please check out Kinkhead Creations.
Mr. C. Cow and I didn’t go out to a bar or pub or brew-ha-ha for St. Patrick’s Day this year. Yes, we did have a cocktail BUT we drank it in the middle of the woods on a night hike. It beats driving around with all the yahoo’s drinking dyed green beer. Not being anti-social or anti-green beer but I knew it was just going to be a hassle to get a decent drink anywhere.
Mr. C. was all for having a bit of the ol’ spirits on a night hike to celebrate. He kept coming up with cool names to call it.
My personal favorite was “Martini March”. Sounds like I should wear some sort of big hat and carry a baton. (Mr. C. Cow could play the triangle.)
Speaking of hats, Mr. C. decided that, being St. Patrick’s day and all, that he needed to go all out with the green swag. We’re talking green hat, sunglasses, and (the icing on green cake) sparkly green hoofs. How does one green sparkle one’s hoofs? Apparently with a lot of hoof cosmetic glue and enough glitter to start your own craft store. See for yourself:
Being a night hike and all it was difficult to get the best picture of him but I was able to properly capture his holiday cheer. Not only did this photo capture the pure essence of a Mr. C. Cow outfit it has also came in handy to prove that we saw weird “sky squids” floating around. It wasn’t just the hiking cocktails! We would have stopped to ask what they were doing squid-squashing around in the night sky but we couldn’t get close enough.
If we ever run into any “sky squids” again we need to have a chat because squishing around the sky looks AWESOME!
Hope you all had a wonderful and safe St. Patrick’s Day!
Background Image: Pantheon Forest (M)in Second Life. (Don’t know what Second Life is? Check out their official website HERE!)
Mr. C. Cow drawing (I should say realistic photo!) by yours truly.
I wanted to share with all of you my new website that I just started this past Sunday. It’s called “Lizzy Zilla” and follows the adventures of a GIANT lizard just trying to make it in a “dog eat dog get eaten by a lizard” kinda world. My artwork borders on “drunken toddler with crayons” when it comes to style so I hope it makes you laugh as much as it makes us laugh. (Mr. C. Cow thinks it’s funny as all get out!) Please share with your friends because I would love to share my crazy humor with everyone! (Currently updates with a new comic every Sunday.)
Mr. C. Cow and I always try to come up with some sort of New Years resolution every year. I was able to keep my promise of never diving off a cliff into any sort of body of water. Mr. C. didn’t eat any strange donuts he found on the ground. Hey…at least it’s something!
This year we have each come up with a new set of resolutions to try to keep for 2017.
Mr. C. Cow’s Five Resolutions For 2017
To stop, accidentally, kicking floor mats out of the camper without noticing. We estimate that we have spent at least $100 this year from him kicking one when getting in/out of the camper and not noticing. There is probably some lucky person out there with a mismatched set of floor mats they have never had to pay for. You’re welcome!
If the camper informs us that the door is “ajar” Mr. C. Cow will no longer get confused and wonder what it is a jar of. Peanut butter? Jelly? “Ajar” is not the same as “a jar” and he promises he will try to remember that.
Chewing gum cannot be used as a handyman fix-it-all. It cannot fill cracks in walls. It cannot glue wood together. It cannot be used on paper in place of a post-it note. Gum is for chewing. Not for fixing.
Don’t sweat the small stuff. If you do then just put more deodorant on. Don’t be stinky!
These boots are made for walking. They are not made for eating. They are also not made for chewing. They are definitely not made to be used as a rolling-pin. Mr. C. Cow promises to use boots the proper way this year. (Even if he has to wear them.)
Cerulean’s Five Resolutions For 2017
I shall not be so hard on Mr. C. Cow when he “taste tests” a place mat, “accidentally” chews on a door mat, or even licks someone named “Matt”. We all make mistakes!
NEVER walk into a gas station again (even if it is 3am) to buy toilet paper because SOMEONE ate the last roll WITHOUT doing your hair properly. I don’t want to talk about it.
Restock the “first aid kit” with more tiny booze bottles. We always seem to run out of medical help.
Hug everyone more. I need hugs. You need hugs. Everyone needs a hug. Why don’t we hug enough?
Drink more martini’s. I’m not sure if this is possible but DANG IT I am willing to find out!
Happy New Year To You All! May 2017 not suck as much as 2016!