Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Cocktail Deck

There are a few things in life that Mr. C. Cow knows more about then I do. Collecting antique milk cans. How to make stripes and plaid go together. Boating lingo. While I might be able to “natter like a pirate”, boat parts and whatnot are confusing. When Mr. C. Cow starts talking about the “stern of the boat” I keep thinking that it means the boat is really strict. I was told that stern means “the after part of the boat” I still don’t know what that means. What’s an “after part”? Once he showed me the fluke of an anchor and I thought he was talking about the anchor having some strange stroke of luck. I don’t think Mr. C. Cow was very impressed with my boat knowledge.

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Where’s The Poop Deck?

We have been sailing a few times together. While I’m under the impression that I’ll get to wear a pirate hat while sipping cocktails on whatever part of the boat is the cocktail deck, Mr. C. Cow is more into practicing his square knots on the starboard bow.

Wow! We have a star on board? Neato!

Maybe I should brush up on my terms because  Mr. C. Cow keeps shaking his head every time I giggle at the word “Bulkhead”. Come on! It sounds like someone with a really large (and heavy) head. Who wouldn’t giggle at that? I also should probably tone down my pirate talk on our next trip together. Mr. C. doesn’t appreciate it when I keep yelling “Watch out fer sharks ‘n jellyfish Sailor Cow! Pass me th’ rum! Yarr!”.

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Beautiful Day For Sailing!

We all like to get a bit goofy at times. I actually do know where the starboard is on a ship. (It’s the right side of the ship when looking forward.) Mr. C. Cow knows that I really don’t think a bulkhead is a large-headed individual. Being best friends we sometimes like to pick on each other. Even so, I do insisted that I get to wear a pirate hat and drink cocktails on our next boat trip. Maybe this time I can figure out where the cocktail deck is.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Pictures taken in Second Life by…Me!

Second Life Location: Sister’s Cove (M) 

 

 

Posted in Food, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Prescription Pie

Mr. C. Cow is off to theater camp this week. I was under the impression that he wanted to go to camp because they had an open juice bar for snacking but he swears that he’s all about acting.

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I still think he’s more interested in the free juice then acting.

I think that Mr. C. would make a wonderful actor. When I’ve caught him eating an entire pie without sharing he’s told me that it was for medical purposes. It was a very convincing performance. His wardrobe alone, with his numerous colorful wigs and platform shoes, would fit into just about any play. If Mr. C. Cow can stay away from the free juice bar long enough to participate I think he’ll do great.

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Mr. C. sent me a picture of love from camp. Awww!

While Mr. C. Cow is working on his acting chops I’m working on overhauling the camper. Total detailing, cleaning of the cupboards, and a new set of tires is much easier to do when he’s off doing something else. I’m not saying that Mr. C. isn’t helpful but his idea of cleaning the cupboards is rearrange our pots and pans by size and not actually cleaning anything. Marslean is helping me with the detailing duties and Bishop said that he was more than happy to change the oil. I’ve learned from past mistakes that olive oil is not the same as motor oil. I don’t think Bishop will ever let me touch another engine again.

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Mr. C. Cow is having a blast at camp!

On the last day of theater camp the campers put on a play that they had written during the week. It was something about woodland creatures, a candy shop owner, and involved intricate dance numbers. A tad bit confusing when a giant candy corn sang a love song to a squirrel but I do give them an A+ for creativity.

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Lights…Camera…ACTION!

Mr. C. Cow (Of Course) played the part of the candy shop owner. I was so proud of him because he did an excellent job and restrained himself from eating any of the props. He managed to not wipe out an entire camp juice bar and learned all of his lines. I think that’s a big deal! Maybe he’ll stop using the medical pie excuse and start letting me have a slice.

*See’s Mr. C. Cow eating a pie in the camper after the show.*

Ok….maybe not…

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken in Second Life by me.

Second Life Location: Light Of A Thousand Stars (M) 

 

Posted in Guest, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Origami Turtle

Mr. C. Cow and Marslean went to the park today. I stayed behind to catch up on paperwork. When I say “catching up on paperwork” it’s usually me trying to do something constructive but making origami turtles instead. Today I, actually, did important paperwork for Bishop. I’m hoping that, if I finish all of the desk jockey work, he’ll tell me where he keeps buying all of his giant travel coffee mugs.

Marslean has been wanting to travel with us on occasion and has been practicing her postcard writing skills. To get a bit of practice in she decided to write me a postcard describing their trip to the park.

Dear Tipsy, 

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Greetings From The Park!

Mr. C. Cow and I went to the park the other day so I could practice my flying. It was “interesting” to say the least. I thought that the park would be a good practice spot and Mr. C. wanted to be there for moral flying support. While I was doing my amazing feats of aerial spins without hitting any trees, Mr. C. Cow kept sneaking off. I’m yelling “Did you see that incredible barrel roll?!!??” and he’s nowhere to be found. Moments later he would appear with a veggie dog or a cookie in his mouth.

“See my loop-de-loop? Mr. C.? Hey…Where are you!!??”

Moments Later….

“Wooo..get a load of my birdlike diving skills!!!”

“Munch…Munch…Munch…..Neato!”. (Eating a bag of popcorn)

This went on for well over an hour. After I was done with my practice I realized that Mr. C. Cow was nowhere to be found….again! Where was he wandering off to? Where was he getting all of the food? Why wasn’t I offered a snack? So many questions that I wanted answered! Flying high into the air I was on the lookout for a cow carrying snack foods.

After ten or so minutes I spotted him outside of a park refreshments stand buying lemonade. While I’m practicing my soaring skills he’s busy stuffing his face full of peanuts and french fries. This doesn’t seem fair and it kinda hurt my feelings. I needed to tell him how I felt but didn’t want him to get all upset. A cow crying in his cotton candy is not only sticky but sad.

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Is this where Mr. C. Cow found all of those nachos?

I sat him down and explained that he said he would cheer me on while I practiced but I felt that he thought food was more important than friendship. Mr. C. Cow started to tear up (I moved the cotton candy a cry-safe distance from his face) and apologized for his behavior. His stomachs got the best of him! We hugged and I explained that it was ok. Sometimes our stomach wins when we’re very hungry. In a surprising move, Mr. C. Cow pulled out a snack bag of food he had been buying me the entire time. He knew I would be starving when I was finished and had thought of me. Apples. Sticks of gum. A salad with extra cucumbers. Mr. C. Cow might seem like he’s not paying attention at times but he always means the best. No one could ask for a better friend.

Your ponycorn friend, 

Marslean

I am so glad that Marslean and Mr. C. Cow worked out their differences. He is always thinking with his stomachs and sometimes doesn’t realize that he’s being a tad bit rude. At least he shared!

I should be getting back to my paperwork. One cannot ask Bishop where he gets his travel mugs if one does not finish their work.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos Taken In Second Life By Me

Second Life Location: Hardwood Park (M)

A big thank you to Marslean for helping out with this weeks postcard. Please show her some love and check out her website Marslean’s World”. 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Walking Direction Finder

I’m short. Not just “I can’t reach the paper towels!” grocery shopping short. My short is more of a “I walked into a tall patch of flowers and can’t see! Help!” short. If left to my own devices I could, possibly, wander around an area of tall grass for hours before I found my way out.

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Help! Send Wine And Cheese!

One example of wild flowers trying to take me out like some sort of evil (yet good-looking) otter eating plant was a hike Mr. C. Cow and I just went on. I, blindly, walked into the flowers and was instantly lost. Mr. C. had to pull me up with his teeth and stick me on his back. It’s slightly embarrassing when I have to ask for a ride but it beats being disoriented forever.

Speaking of being disoriented forever, Mr. C. Cow, when not graced with a map, likes to also get lost. One time he got lost on his way to the bathroom in a restaurant. He swears up and down that the hallways getting there were confusing. I think it wasn’t the hallways that confused him because the restaurant wasn’t that big. One time Mr. C. got lost on his way to the rest stop we own and had to stop to ask a unicorn for directions.

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Uh…it’s right across the street from your house.

Bishop has some sort of eerie sense of direction and never gets lost. He could travel to some mystical nation ruled by pixies and would somehow know exactly how to get to the local gas station. I think he was born with some sort of strange GPS built right in. I wonder if Mr. C. Cow could have one implanted in him. A bionic cow that would no longer find himself adrift in a canoe trying to find a shoe store. (Long story…still don’t know how he ended up in a canoe.)

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Take a left at the glowing light to get to the gas station.

Next time we go shopping I’m buying Mr. C. Cow a colossal book of maps. I could probably use a pair of fabulous platform hiking boots. Bishop…um….Bishop just needs to tell us how he’s a walking direction finder.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by…ME! Huzzah!

SL Location: Lost Unicorn (M) 

Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Sweet Banjo Moves

Mr. C. Cow found an advertisement in a magazine called “Cow’s Monthly” that involved a three-day round trip by train to go sight-seeing. First off, I did not know that Mr. C. got a magazine called “Cow’s Monthly”. There seems to be a magazine for everything and cow news is important news!

As for a three-day round trip on a sight-seeing train I was 110% all for it. When I mentioned it to Bishop he also wanted to go along with us. I was ecstatic!  I can understand why Bishop doesn’t always travel. Our camper is big but not that big. When you put a cow, a polar bear, and an otter with a huge wig collection in a camper you either get a really bad joke or an overcrowding issue. Bishop needs his space and doesn’t appreciate Mr. C. Cow always running off with his hard hat.

There was a slight issue with who would run the equipment company while we were gone. As luck has it, Marslean offered to watch over everything while we did our sight-seeing. She wanted to practice her pony-wing flying without any (cow) distractions and knows how to drive a forklift. I owe her a road trip!

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Nice Doggy! Where’s The Train Doggy?

I’m a smart traveler. Knowing that Mr. C. Cow needed space for his floppy hats (he brought a suitcase of nothing but floppy hats) and Bishop wanted to keep his hard hat safe, I booked us an entire train car just to ourselves. It came with two bedrooms, a living room, and a closet big enough to hold floppy hats and giant wigs. Bishop was just happy to have the opportunity to spend time with me (Awww!) and, maybe, get a big of scenic peace and quiet.

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All Aboard!

Peace and quiet was short-lived as it didn’t take long to notice that Mr. C. Cow had brought a banjo with him. Apparently he had been taking lessons in private and was happy enough to show us his “sweet banjo moves” while we were trapped, I mean, a captive audience. Bishop let this go on for thirty-minutes before Mr. C. was asked, politely, to can it. I don’t mind banjo music but in such close quarters it makes your head want to explode.

Mr. C. was ok with putting the banjo away. He was also ok with putting the snare drum, jaw harp, bull horn, and cow bell away. I gave Bishop something for his headache and gave Mr. C. a coloring book full of cows on trains. I told you I was a smart traveler!

All in all it was a wonderful time. We traveled through mountains and valleys that were stunning. Bishop and I got to spend some quality time together. Mr. C. Cow found another train car that was perfectly happy to play music together far away from ours. I got to watch a cow try to color with crayons. Bishop needs to come with us on these types of trips more often. Minus the banjo.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by myself in Second Life.

Second Life Location: Abandale (M)

Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

The Great Debate

Mr. C. Cow and I got into a heated argument the other day. He felt that, if you saw a giant mysterious hole in the middle of nowhere, you were obligated to fall into it. I was adamant that you did not fall into a hole, on purpose, no matter how mysterious it was.  We are not living in a world where following a rabbit into some hole in the ground is going to lead us to a magical land. The world we live in involves serious injury if we fall into a perilous pit.

He attempted to change my mind by, all joking aside, falling into a hole on purpose.

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Don’t Fall Into That Pit!

Before I had a heart attack I instantly went into emergency mode. I rushed to the camper to grab our first aid kit then ran around in circles with my stubby arms wiggling around in the air for the first minute or two. After the initial fall I could hear Mr. C. Cow moo-laughing from the bottom and telling me to come on down. Not thinking this was one of his best ideas I went downward into that hole just to bring him back up.

I closed my eyes and braced myself for sharp jagged rocks and the possibility of snapping off one of my precious limbs. None of this happened. When I found the courage to open my eyes I was staring at a fish bowl next to a comfortable looking couch.

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I found out that this bone fish was named “Hector”.

A nice living room set up at the bottom of a crater? A weird bone fish swimming around and asking us if we wanted something to eat or drink? What kind of hole is this?

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What kind of hole has a fireplace and drinks?

I knew something had to be up. Mr. C. Cow didn’t, randomly, pick a pit to fall into just to prove his point. I noticed he wasn’t looking directly at me. When I’d look at him he’d look at the fish. I’d go to warm myself by the fireplace and try to catch his eyes but he would stare at the couch. At one point he put sunglasses on because I think he was running out of places to stare at. This was getting a bit silly and I was determined to get to the bottom of this dangerous pit hopping game he was playing.

I went over to Mr. C. Cow, took his cute little cow face in my hands, and asked him what the scam was. There was a pause. A moo-sigh. Then he explained that the random hole was not random at all. It just happened that a very eccentric rabbit named “Alonzo” owned this as a vacation den.

This got us on the subject of safety. Mr. C. Cow is a smart cow. He knows that you can’t just jump into a hole in the ground and wish for the best. Our argument just ended up being Mr. C. wanting to practice his debating skills. With this situation cleared up I told him that, the next time he wants debate practice, to let me know ahead of time. Don’t try to give me a heart attack.

What have we learned today? I think we learned a lot! If you see a pit in the middle of nowhere don’t jump into it. Jumping into a pit is a really stupid and dangerous idea. If you need debate practice let the other one know that you’re just practicing different argument points of view. If you’re a fish with no bones some unusual bunny might take you in.

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Photos taken in Second Life by ME!

Second Life Location: The Graveyard (M) 

Posted in Nature, Park, Real Life

Ghosts Of Trees Past

Mr. C. Cow and I were taking a walk the other day as a fun and safe way to relax. Little did we know that nature had other plans for us.

DUN DUN DUN!!!

Seriously we were in a wrong place at the wrong time situation. It was a pretty windy day and we were in the middle of the woods when…BAM….a HUGE half of a dead tree fell from way up high and landed on the trail in front of us. I would have gotten a good picture of this tree on the path but we ran away before other things started falling from the sky. One minute it’s a half a tree and the next it could be the whole tree. I felt like we were under some sort of nature attack.

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Please Don’t Drop Anything On Us Ms. Tree!

When that tree fell many feet down to the ground it freaked out both Mr. C. and myself. I ran in one direction while Mr. C. galloped in another. He hid in a bush and I ran like the sky was falling. After our near death by tree experience we decided to not go on a hike.

What does one do when they are almost squished flat by nature? Play “Frog Hide And Seek” of course!

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I See You Tiny Froggy!

I am especially good at playing hide and seek with frogs. Being pretty short I’m closer to the ground and can find them under leaves. Mr. C. Cow has a bit of an issue since he is bigger and has four hoofs. Instead of running around looking he has to tread lightly. Apologizing to a frog because you accidentally gave them a face full of hoof kinda ruins the game.

What have we learned today? We learned to not give a face full of hoof to a frog. They don’t like that. We also learned that you shouldn’t attempt to take a hike on a really windy day. Dead trees might fall from the sky and try to haunt you flat.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

We are avid nature peeps and recommend you check out the NASPD to find a state park in your area!

Also…we were, honestly, on a hike and a tree almost hit us! How rude!