Posted in Art, Real Life

Pick Me Up

I have been feeling really down lately. Not exactly sure why I was all sorts of blue. We were stocked full of martini olives. The camper had a full tank of gas. Mr. C. Cow hadn’t chewed on any of our hand towels in the bathroom lately. Life has been pretty good.

Mr. C. Cow has noticed that I’ve been sad a lot. When I’m sad it makes him sad. This makes me sadder. It’s a vicious cycle of unhappiness filled with cow and otter tears. Instead of swimming around in his own cow tears, Mr. C. Cow decided that it was his job to cheer me up.

When it comes to cheering an individual up there is no one better than my best cow friend/family in the world. He knows what everyone needs when they need a bit of happiness in their life. If cotton candy makes you smile then he’ll fill an entire tractor-trailer full of the stuff just to see you do it. Music and dancing are easy to come by if that makes you grin because he’s there playing three instruments at the same time while dancing just to kick the sad out the door.

What could he do to put a little joy in my life. Worlds largest cocktail glass? One cow parade complete with a float? Pizza in the shape of a heart? Mr. C. Cow knows me better than anyone I know. He knows that the way to make me smile is when he draws me a picture.

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AWWWWW!!!!!!

A picture of our little family unit makes me smile. These are my peeps. My unit of support. I love each and every one of you guys and I love you Mr. C. Cow for picking me up out of the funk and making me happy again.

Cows and art….is there nothing they can’t do?

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

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Posted in Real Life, Weather

Swoodl

Today has been breezy. Not a “this wind is making my hair look great” breezy. More of a “these gusts are whipping my hair into my eyeballs” breezy. I’ve tried to go to the post office a few times to send out postcards but the wild winds keep blowing me back inside.

Sunny But Windy!

Because tree limbs keep blowing off of the trees and flying around the power has been sketchy. This has made postcards via the internet impossible. My poor computer is unplugged and looking very glum over not being used. Sorry computer! Blinking power means you’ll have to go energy hungry for a while.

How, due to the weather, am I sending this postcard to all of you? By using one of those mobile clever telephone things. Mr. C. Cow bought it for me because he was tired of me complaining about using his phone. It’s hard to use a cows mobile phone as they have a special “hoof option” that only applies to those with hoofs. Marslean, being a winged unicorn, can borrow it but my tiny otter paws are a no go.

Speaking of Marslean, she’s been sitting at our kitchen table playing one of those word making games since the computer is off limits. It’s one of those educational diversions where you are given random letters to make words out of. When I asked how it was going she wanted to know why the word “Swoodl” couldn’t be a real word.

Swoodl?

This started a great conversation as to what the definition of “Swoodl” would be:

Mr. C. Cow – “The act of swinging a noodle around.”

Marslean- “Acting crazy and wiggly at the same time.”

Me – “When you swoon when cuddling.”

Good thing we’re not in charge of new word dictionary definitions!

Hopefully the wind will die down so I can go to the post office, the computer can eat a power snack, and things will get back to normal.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Real life photo taken by me attempting to go outside without blowing over.

Sorry for the, not so neat, editing. Using a smart phone to write is a pain!

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, 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!