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.

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Posted in Holiday, Real Life

The Letter

I managed to get a picture of Mr. C. Cow’s outgoing letter to Santa Clause this year. I thought you all would like to see how a cow writes a present convincing letter to a jolly man with gift giving abilities.  My commentary is in bold with ** next to it.

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From The Desk Of Mr. C. Cow

Dear Santa,

Seasons greetings! I hope that you are having a wonderful holiday time. I am writing to discuss the “naughty or nice” list. As we all know, the list is a large factor that determines if we get presents or not. I feel that I have been good more than bad this year.

(**I Agree! He did stop using six towels to dry off after a shower. Mr. C. said it was for “maximum dryness”. **)

Examples:

Rinsing dishes instead of licking clean

(**This is a skill mastered in the last few months**)

Remembering to fill camper gas tank so Tipsy doesn’t run out of gas in the middle of nowhere

(**The last time this happened I was in the desert around, oh, fifty miles, from a gas station…with no cellular phone service….**)

Enclosed you will find a few “nice list” references as well as my gift list.

(**He did ask us if he could put us down as a reference.**) 

I hope that you will see I have been good so I get, at least, one gift. I will leave you milk, cookies, and carrots (for your reindeer). This year they will be free of bite marks.

(**Who wants to make bets that the bite marks don’t happen?**)

Your friend, 

Mr. C. Cow

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Nice Friends List (**That is supposed to be the head of a “dog cow”**)

Bishop   “Tipsy”  Cerulean  Marslean

Please bring them presents! (**How thoughtful!!**)

My Present List: 

A milk can (of course!)

Stilts (**Oh please no!!!**)

Trampoline (**Noooooo!!!**)

Popcorn maker

Throw Pillows

Hot Sauce Gift Pack

Socks

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I thought that was a rather thought out letter. Had very valid points. Was done in colorful crayon. Minimal spelling and grammar errors. Nice job Mr. C. Cow!!!

I hope that you all have your “naughty or nice” argument letters ready to go. The holly jolly man can’t wait all day.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos and great crayon letter by me! (and Mr. C. Cow of course!!) 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Nature, News, Real Life

Back In The Captains Chair

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.

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Marslean’s Friend “Frankie”. 

*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!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Posted in Nature, Park, Real Life

Tree Couture

I caught Mr. C. Cow standing outside of the camper today holding a bunch of tree branches. One in his mouth, a few strapped to his middle, and a couple on his horns held together by twisty ties.

“What in the name of nature are you doing?” I, politely, inquired.

“I’m being one with the trees!” was Mr. C.’s answer.

How is wearing multiple types of tree branches make someone “one with the trees”? Pine accented with oak makes more of a wood pile than a “one with trees” fashion statement. Mixing tree types is like wearing socks with sandals. Then again, I like to wear a beehive as an outfit centerpiece. What the heck do I know?

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These Are Trees.

I wish Marslean was camping with us. She could witness Mr. C. Cow with his tree branch couture. Marslean is also the only one of us that owns an entire tree guide. I only have a half a guide as Mr. C. chewed on mine. She’s also the only one that could probably look at his wood pile of an outfit and, somehow, make it look fabulous.

While Mr. C. Cow was outside in his branch outfit singing about “Trees And Love”, I got on this amazing invention called “The Internet” and looked up a few tree facts. I thought that, since I didn’t have a branch ensemble, I could, at least, learn more than the words “bark” and “leaf”.

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These Are Also Trees….

Did you know that the indentation between the lobes of a leaf are called a “sinus”? 

I’m now staring out the window at Mr. C. Cow’s outfit trying to find ear lobes on a leaf and figure out if they get sinus infections. Nature is hard.

I think it’s time to get Mr. C. back into the camper, minus the tree garb, and back on the road. His little nature stunt has made me realize we might need to brush up on our timber knowledge.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos (taken by me!) while out and about in the wonderful, real world of nature.

Yes….I do know that trees do not have ear lobes OR sinus infections.

Posted in Beach, Home, Real Life

Extreme Couponing

I am well versed in the fine art of coupon cutting.  When there is a sale I am more than willing to spend hours trying to find a coupon to make the sale even better. I hate spending full price on anything. It’s outrageous! One time I got a fifty pack of bottled water for a dollar. While I did a victory lap with the shopping cart, Mr. C. Cow and Bishop both stared at me like I was some sort of weirdo. Some people just don’t get it.

I am, extraordinarily, lucky that I coupon because Mr. C. Cow has…GASP….(Seriously….someone needs to gasp with me..)….started purchasing WAY TOO MANY floating things to go in a pool. I know. It’s the type of drama that makes you pass out due to excitement.  I’ve seen loungers. We’ve seen countless beach balls. Bishop has blown up giant sharks wearing saddles. I once caught Marlsean sneaking an inflatable tug boat into the house because Mr. C. Cow wanted to make a game out of it. It’s out of control!

Pools are CRAZY.  I, cannot, wrap my head around filling something full of water then throwing a bunch of chemicals in it. Not only does it make your hair smell gross but it doesn’t seem natural to me. Find a lake, an ocean, a puddle, or something! Maybe it’s the otter in me but…blah…yucky!

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The Blow Up Whale Looks Pretty Happy.

While shopping for the latest in floating pool accessories, we ran into one of the weirdest safety signs of all time. It was on a gargantuan, inflatable ice cream cone so the warning went into the realm of food weird. I don’t even know if it’s trying to tell us to be safe. Take a look:

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What the what what??!!??

The exclamation point, clearly, states that this is an important sign to pay attention to. At first glance of the directions and/or safety portion it looks like you need to fill an ice cream machine from the top to have it come out the bottom. Mr. C. Cow thought the machine was peeing (I ignored this thought). We couldn’t find anything resembling a machine anywhere on the inflatable ice cream cone. This was the best we could come up with:

“Be sure to fill your rocket ship 100% before blasting off.” – Mr. C. Cow (I don’t think a pool float is a rocket ship. Wouldn’t it melt?)

“Horses, when shot into space, have a 100% chance of exploding when hitting the ground.” – Marslean (I showed her the photo and now she scares me. Who shoots horses into space??!!?? Isn’t she a pony? Oh…My….Equine…..) 

“I think that the “+ 1″ means we are supposed to roll a die to determine who gets to use the inflatable ice cream cone.” – Me

“I think we’re suppose to roll to see how quickly the horse explodes.” – Marslean

“I still think it has something to do with pee.” – Mr. C. Cow (Who is still being ignored for his bathroom chatter.) 

After all of this chit-chat about signs, horse-splosions, and other (freaky) pool accessories chat, we went with a blow up pencil. It seemed safer and would come in handy if anyone needed to write something down.

Maybe I should get a matching inflatable notebook to have something to write on.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

1st Photo Taken In Second Life. 2nd Photo Taken While Out And About In This Place Called “The Real World”.

Second Life Photo Taken At My Personal, Virtual, Home.

Both Photos Taken By Me!

 

Posted in Real Life

Sorry

I am very sorry that I have been lacking in the postcard department. I am the type of otter that keeps to a schedule and FREAKS OUT if I don’t do what I need to do. It makes me all sort of fainting.

There has been so much going on in life (as well as being sick…which stinks…) that my body has informed me that I need a vacation. Mr. C. Cow has already built me a pillow fort to rule over. Marslean has made me so much soup that I am not sure if I can soup anymore. Bishop kissed my forehead, put his hard hat back on (after giving me a hat tip salute), and went off to do what polar bears do. I am VERY lucky to have loved ones who care about me.

So…on polar bear/cow/pony/maybe doctor orders we will be back with new postcards on (Looks at a calendar she snuck in without anyone noticing she was doing some sort of work thing)…..Tuesday Sept. 26th. 

Thank you all for reading….please come back…hahaha. No…seriously…we appreciate all of you that receive our postcards and keep coming back for more of our adventures. Mr. C. Cow told me that I need to start taking care of myself and I am going to follow his orders. He might not be a real doctor (although he does own a doctor costume for Halloween) but he’s right. Health should come first.

See you on the 26th. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Posted in News, Real Life

Stop In The Name Of Glove

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.

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Stop Shouting?

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.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

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!