Posted in Food, RP, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Toothpaste Or Bust

Do to an incident in the camper involving a certain little cow and a wee bit of tie-dye I was in desperate need of toothpaste. (Mine got dyed and ruined!) After a rough nights sleep we hit the closest town to replace my dental hygiene product. This otter right here cannot take one day without having clean teeth and minty fresh breath. It’s right up there on the importance scale around the need to wash your hands and not putting sad-looking, cheap olives in a good martini.

When we had arrived in town we were greeted by a deserted storefront with nothing to offer except for a few cockroaches and dust balls. No toothpaste to be found amongst their inventory! Mr. C. Cow offered to ask the cockroaches where we could purchase our much-needed item but I rejected this idea. They looked a little busy scurrying around the dust balls.

As we left the building to regroup and come up with a dental game plan Mr. C. wanted to ride on the sorriest looking mechanical horse I have ever seen.

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Why has no one ever bothered to clean you Ms. Mechanical Horsey?

I was lucky that the horse was out-of-order as I wasn’t carrying any quarters on me. The horse also looked like no one had bothered to sanitize it in, around, a million years. Who knows what could be attached to the reins????

We looked around town and started to realize that there were no other souls to be found. It felt like the whole place had been through an explosion of filth wrapped up in a post-apocalyptic bow. Not a soul was to be seen for miles. This had me worried. If the place looked like it had been through the muck blender of life then there was no way we were going to find toothpaste. I don’t even think we could find a tissue if we needed to blow our nose.

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Well…that’s a tad bit macabre….

Mr. C. Cow, the eternally optimistic cow, was determined to find me a replacement toothpaste. Something that was full of breath freshening, teeth cleaning goodness. I was starting to think that we might need to high-tail it back to the camper and just drive to the next town. The idea was starting to sound better and better by the moment until Mr. C. found a small cafe to stop and grab a bite to eat. The place looked like the health department condemned it but he thought it looked “charismatic”.

Before I could say “salmonella” Mr. C. Cow was in full gallop to see what this “charismatic” cafe had to offer. Before you could say “stomach virus” he galloping back out of the cafe moo-crying and shaking. What had scared my little cow so? I, carefully, peeked into the building to see why he was galloping for his life. I found….THIS!

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What!!?? No Napkins!!!!??

My teeth could wait to be brushed. My dentist would understand if I skipped one brushing today. That cafe that scared Mr. C. Cow moo-less was the last straw. We quickly ran back to the camper and sped out of there like our lives depended on it. Maybe it did! No people. No toothpaste. Skeletons eating skeletons. Dental hygiene can wait fifty miles to the next town.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by yours truly.

All photos taken at Ironwood Hills (M) in Second Life

If you’re wondering why I needed toothpaste and how it could possibly be ruined by tie-dye then check out our previous postcard “Furry Popcorn Treats”

Posted in RP, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Furry Popcorn Treats

Earlier last week Mr. C. Cow and I had that whole debate about if it was a good idea to fall into a pit/hole or not. Mr. C, for argument’s sake, took the good idea while I said that holes were not meant to be fallen into.

This week feels like the pit debate 2.0 because I find myself telling Mr. C. Cow that not all doorways/cave openings/entrances are safe to walk through. If it has giant teeth or looks like it might crunch you into tiny bits then I’ll pass. Mr. C. said that entrances were not made for one to simply not enter through them. Deja vu? I think I have it.

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Just Because It Has An Arrow Doesn’t Mean You Should Go In!

I know Mr. C. Cow is just “moo-ing” with me and would never walk into an entryway that looked like a one way ticket to being someones snack. How did we get started on this discussion of dangerous entranceways? It all started with a need to find a motel for the night.

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No Vacancy? No Problem! Looks Like They Might Not Have Clean Towels Anyways!

Mr. C. had decided that our camper sink was the perfect place to tie-dye stuff. I had, repeatedly, told him that he needed to do that outside of the camper as to not make a mess. Three t-shirts, one floppy hat, and a tote bag later had proven my point. There was dye everywhere! It was in the ceiling fan flinging all over the shower curtain. Mr. C. Cow had somehow tie-dyed our toilet and my tube of toothpaste was no longer safe for brushing. This little foray into the tie-dying world cost Mr. C. five hours of cleaning time plus the need to replace my toothpaste.

After the extensive dye cleaning we were both exhausted. Instead of sleeping in the camper for the night we decided to treat ourselves to fluffy pillows and room service at a five-star hotel. The problem was the fact that we couldn’t find one. All we found was a motel with a no vacancy sign. Too exhausted to drive any father we decided to find a nice place to stop for the night.

When we arrived at a camping area we were greeted by a some sort of strange carnival going on next door. That’s when we started debating the whole entrance thing. Everywhere you went in this carnival every entranceway seemed to either want to snarf you down or scare the moo right out of you.

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Uh….No….

I was deathly afraid of sleeping next to some sort of freaky fair of mayhem but Mr. C. Cow informed me that it would be ok. For all of his funny business he always seems to, no matter where we are, keep us all safe. I think it’s some sort of magical cow talent. I trusted him and we went back to the camper to sleep.

The next morning we drove into the nearest town in search of toothpaste and to replenish our supply of bathroom cleaner. The town turned out to be….not as pleasant as we were hoping.

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So..I’m Assuming You’re Out Of Toothpaste…

Let’s hope none of the entrances in this town treat us like furry popcorn treats.

To Be Continued….

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by me.

Second Life Location: Ironwood Hills (M)

 

 

Posted in RP, Tourist Attraction

Sir Loin

Mr. C. Cow and I both are avid readers. Being on the road gives you a lot of time to read. Time to read when you’re the passenger as you travel, at night before bed, or any other time you can sneak a quick chapter in before you’re off to the next adventure.

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Books!

I like to read just about anything you put in front of me. From the manual on how to set the clock on the camper microwave to classic novels. Mr. C. Cow prefers to read books that involve “strong cow characters”. If he likes a book he then proceeds to chew on the corner of them. He says it’s his “seal of approval”. I think it’s more of a “cow tooth mark of approval”. Maybe he feels that, by chewing on a book cover, he will absorb some of its literary energy or power or something. What I do know is that Mr. C. REALLY needs to stop doing it.

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We found ourselves at a bookstore this morning because, between all of the reading and chewing, we were in need of new items. A lot of people have said to us “Why don’t you get an e-reader?”.

Good question!

Mr. C. Cow says it’s because you can’t chew on technology as well as you can paper. I say we don’t have one because I am not into reading something on a screen. It feels impersonal and I enjoy the smell of a good book. You also have to plug an e-reader in and between the cell phone charger, milk jug warmer, and other such items having a free place to plug another item in is rare.

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More Books!

We ended up coming out of the bookstore with a few books each. I got a few books on bird watching, camper maintenance, and the art of beehives. Mr. C. Cow found quite a few books that involved “strong cow characters”. The ones that didn’t involve cows he said he would just pretend they were cows. One book he got in particular involved cow knights in shining armor. I asked him if the main characters name was “Sir Loin”. He was not amused at my joke.

I thought it was funny.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Art & Words Cafe (M)

I recommend checking them out as their walls are covered in lots of art. There is a sign so you can learn more about the current artist showcasing their work.

 

 

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Luggage-Go-Round

My best friend, Pieni, needed a ride to the airport and we were lucky to be in her neck of the woods. It’s good to have a bestest friend that doesn’t mind having to give up the shotgun seat to a cow. (Tip: Cows don’t like giving up their seat). She’s the greatest! She has the nickname “Cakefox” and I have heard rumblings that she likes to steal cakes from individuals. I would like to state that I have NEVER seen her steal any cakes. She’s really good at sniffing out the free cakes but she is no thief. She “iz a lady”.

When we came to pick her up she had, possibly, the GREATEST outfit to ever wear on an airplane. I knew she was going on a trip to the beach but I have never seen anyone so excited. This could be the first time anyone has worn swimmies on an airplane. I am guessing that she was not only ready for the beach but also prepared just in case of a water landing. Safety first I always say!

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There are friends you love to hang out with. Then you have the friends you might help move a couch. A friendship that involves taking someone to an airport could be, in my opinion, the best friendship one would ever have. A good example of how one must be in the ultimate friendship zone to take someone to the airport is parking. It’s impossible to park a camper in a parking garage. We know this because Mr. C. Cow once tried to park the camper in a garage compact car space. One “Low clearance” sign, a rear view mirror, and a cows pride were lost that day.

It took us a while to find a parking space but the air gods of travel were on our side when we found a place specifically for campers. It did take us a long while to do so I ran into the airport while Pie got her luggage. There are so many different lines I was confused as to where to stand. I stood in a line that ended up being for coffee. Another line was for the bathroom. I finally found the correct line and held a place for Pie until she could run (Or I should say swim fin waddle) in to take her place.

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While Pie was waiting to do the things one does at an airport besides get lost I realized that I hadn’t seen Mr. C. Cow for at least 10 minutes. After searching around I found him riding around with some luggage.

“No! Mr. C. Cow! That is not a merry-go-round!” I yelled as I ran at full otter speed towards him.

Security wasn’t too happy and neither were the people who needed to get their items. I apologized profusely to everyone and quickly ushered him off to get another coffee. Decaf this time.

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Finally, after much decaf coffee and a cake or three for Pie they called for her plane to be boarded. We hugged (being careful not to pop her swim ring) and promised to see each other more often. I can’t wait to see what kinda of postcard she sends us on her vacation!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: East River Intercontinental Airport (M)

I would like to thank Pieni for helping us out with todays postcard! You can find her at:

Cake Fox in Second Life.

Galleria Kakku (Art Rocks!)

Heimo SL Blog

Rainbow Tinies On Facebook

She is one busy fox! I’m glad she got to go on vacation.

Posted in RP, Tourist Attraction

Millennium

Mr. C. Cow and I learned a valuable lesson today. Actually it’s probably more then one lesson but we’ll just lump them all together as one giant lesson. A super lesson. A lesson of epic proportions.

Sorry…our postcard was getting a little dramatic with the words. 

If you EVER run into a weird wall or fence that looks old, something out of a horror movie, or is broken then don’t drive your camper into the area they are trying to keep you out of. Maybe they have some sort of quarantine or keep out death and cross bones combo sign on said wall or fence. Don’t drive your camper past it. If you see green fog coming from said area…you get the idea.

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These lovely gentleman you see in the postcard above that we have sent to you have reminded us of such foolishness. They, politely, have informed us that we can only send you a postcard of them as a reminder of why one should not be foolish to wander into an area that may or may not be “off the map” or ———– (Gentlemen in the lovely uniforms have removed this comment for security reasons).

I can say that we saw absolutely nothing, it was a boring ride, and we did not accidentally drive into an area surrounded by walls, a fence, or quarantine signs. Nor did we see big guys in uniforms with guns and a possible ———— (Once again these lovely armed gentlemen have removed this comment for security reasons).

Trust No One.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Lost Temple Of Death (M)