Posted in Food, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Hay There

I apologize for the lack of a postcard last week Thursday. Mr. C. Cow has been taking typing lessons and spend the entire day practicing. He’s trying to get his “words per minute” speed up from three to ten. Typing with hoofs can’t be easy and finding out that words like “dfa;ejoiardd” and “areraeasdereeee” are not real can be frustrating. Mr. C. could use “talk to type” but he’s determined to do it on his own.  I’m glad he’s putting a little effort into it with the classes and practice.

Since Mr. C. Cow was preoccupied with his work, I spent the day at a petting zoo feeding the animals. I must say that I never thought this would be a relaxing way to pass the time. Normally this would be a stressed filled activity involving the feeding of wildlife as well as the feeding of Mr. C. I should call it “expensive and stressful”.

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“Hay” There Tiny Deer!

Being an otter, I am naturally curious as to why other animals choose the career path of professional zoo animal. A pro zoo animal is hard enough but being a pro petting zoo animal must be harder. Not only do you have to be on public display but people are always trying to pet you. I don’t even like it when someone touches my beehive. Germs is another reason why I could never take this type of work. Who knows where those hands have been!

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In It For The Free Food!

I asked a lot of different animals why they decided to get into the professional petting zoo field. The chipmunks were all about the free food. A llama told me it was for the great dental benefits. One goat told me she was doing it to help pay for her liberal arts degree. I can understand the need to make a living. More power to all you zoo animals out there!

When I returned from my educational excursion, Mr. C. Cow was eating a peanut butter banana sandwich and watching old reruns of “As The Cowbell Tings”. Sneaking a peek at his timed typing practice quizzes, I noticed he increased his word count from three to a solid twelve. In celebration of his mastery over a keyboard I should take him to the petting zoo sometime. With extra food to keep the costs down and a cocktail to calm my nerves.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by….Me!

Second Life Location: Halcyon Romantic Gardens And Ballroom (M) 

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Posted in Bar/Pub, Beach, Food, Park, Tourist Attraction

Nacho Problem

I’ve been to a lot of different kinds of bars before. Cocktail bars. Salad bars. I’ve even tasted a candy bar at the risk of losing my girlish otter figure. Mr. C. Cow has decided to “raise the bar” by finding us one that involves nachos.

When I think of a nacho bar, I keep picturing a bunch of cheesy tortilla chips kicking back, having a beer, discussing the pros and cons of jalapeños. I know this can’t be true as tortilla chips prefer to discuss the market price of tomatoes.

Mr. C. Cow, being smart in the food department, knows I’m just being silly and informs me that a nacho bar just involves the opportunity to make as many nachos as possible. If you want to eat fifty plates of nachos that are only covered in lettuce and salsa then knock yourself out. I don’t know how one could eat fifty plates but Mr. C. has goals.

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So many choices!

I do have a bit of a nacho problem as I want to try all of the toppings but can’t seem to fit them onto one plate. Mr. C. Cow suggested I skip the tiny plates and use a hubcap from the camper instead. I don’t feel like washing cheese off of a hubcap so I’ll just skip the whole process. He can partake in the all you can eat while I find the type of bar that serves craft beers.

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I like crafts!

After I had a few libations, I felt it was time to call it a day. The camper was parked for the evening and I just wanted to go to bed. Mr. C. Cow wasn’t done making nachos so he decided to use a surfboard to carry his creations back to the camper. A surfboard is almost as ridiculous as a hubcap plate but a little more awkward due to length. How was he going to get it in the camper? How many nachos does it take to fill a surfboard? Is it safe to try to walk down stairs with a nacho surfboard?

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Watch Your Step!!!!

To combat the stairs he kinda nacho surfed the board down, carefully, not losing a single jalapeño or chip. We should start a nacho surfing competition. Give out prizes for style. Points lost if you lose a topping.

On that note, I bid you all a good day but before I finish today’s postcard I want to leave you with a joke.

What do you call cheese that isn’t yours? Nacho cheese!

Hey…at least it was a good attempt!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by me in Second Life.

Second Life Location: Eclipse Tiny Place (M) 

Posted in Nature, Tourist Attraction

Hindquarters

There is a right way and a wrong way to sit on a bench covered in flowers. The right way is to not sit directly on them. Bench flowers are for looking not for sitting. The wrong way is to sit directly on them and get a thorn stuck in your butt. A massive thorn in your booty is no laughing matter.

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It’s For Looking Not Sitting!

It’s no laughing matter when the rump in question just happens to belong to Mr. C. Cow. You can’t explain to a cow how a seat might not actually be a seat but more like a nature art piece. Mr. C. does not grasp this concept and this is how we ended up with a thorn in his backside.

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Random Bystander Witnessing “The Sitting”.

Don’t worry about his bum. After the initial “OMG! I’VE BEEN HIT!”, followed by the process of chasing him around to get it out, we were pretty cool about the whole thing. Mr. C. Cow now has a flower seat war story to tell and I just got to say “fanny” in different ways already in this postcard.

Hehehe!

I like the concept of individuals taking items that are not usually thought to be gardening pots and just going with it. An old boot with a cactus in it. A mason jar growing herbs for the kitchen. Mr. C. Cow once grew a potato plant in a hula hoop. Ok. So the potatoes weren’t exactly in the hoop. It was more like he threw the hoop around it and called it a day.

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Would you like a floral arrangement with your classical piano music?

We’re not too bad in the container gardening department. I’m not saying that my paws are green. Quite the contrary. They are more furry brown and small. Mr. C. Cow only has green hoofs when he wear shoes. We once, as a team, accidentally grew too much mint and it made Bishop quite upset. So we grew it in the bucket of a bulldozer. Big deal? Yeah…it’s a big deal!  While we thought it was a good place for a plant, Bishop was not happy when he tried to bulldoze things. He could have, at least, appreciated the aroma and cocktail possibilities we had created. Bishop was not amused or appreciative.

I think that we can say that we’ve learned a few valuable life lessons with today’s postcard. Don’t sit on nature or you’ll hurt your keister. If you’re going to do some container gardening ask before using something that doesn’t belong to you. Disapproving polar bears are no laughing matter.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos were taken by me in the virtual world of Second Life.

Second Life Location: The Pavilion (M)

As I said on our last postcard, the area we went to had three distinct areas for us to explore. We thought we would share all of them. Here are the links to the past two postcards if you would like to check it out:

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Secret Karate And Tater Tots?

 

 

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Secret Karate & Tater Tots?

What does “S.K.A.T.E”? stand for exactly? “Secret Karate And Tater Tot Enterprises” was the answer that Mr. C. Cow came up with. I think he just wants to eat tots while doing his “sweet karate moves”. I’m thinking more on the lines of “Selling Kale At The Emporium”. Since there doesn’t seem to be any tater tots or kale around we’re just going to assume they want us to roller skate and not ask too many questions.

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Some Kraken Allowed Tasty Eels?

Mr. C. Cow is the master of roller skating. I chalk this up to being able to find skates for hoofs. I have a hard time finding any for weeny otter feet and usually end up sitting inside one giant skate. It is pretty comical because all you can see is the top of my beehive as I wheel myself around.

This roller skating rink was pretty funky because there was a colossal tube of lipstick just, randomly, sitting next to some storage lockers. It didn’t look used, but I told Mr. C. Cow that he was not allowed to put any one. You don’t know where it’s been. For all we know it could belong to a giant retro 80’s skate princess with a cold. If a regular cold is bad enough I’m afraid to know what a giant’s retro cold would be like.

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Don’t Touch It Mr. C.!!!!

The plus side to all of this wheeling myself around in one roller skate and blocking Mr. C. Cow from a grave lipstick error, was the entertainment.  As DJ Bass Bear spun a set of 80’s tunes (that felt like you were in some sort of weird film), Mr. C. spun around beautifully in a helicopter whirlwind of flare. At least that is what others told me. When you’re stuck in one roller skate trying to do your thing it’s kinda hard to see. I hope someone at least took a video or a picture for later viewing!

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DJ Bass Bear bringing you all of the neon tunes.

This was a lovely, yet short, excursion from traveling on the road. Mr. C. Cow could have went on skate dancing all night but I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable in my roller skate. I hadn’t packed my personal one so I had to rent one from the rink. Fear of foot odors past and a feeling that I needed a good shower cut our visit short. Next time I’ll remember to pack my own skate. One that fits well enough so I can watch Mr. C. and his helicopter whirlwind flare moves.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken in Second Life by me!

Second Life Location: The Deaf Leopard (M) 

We found that this place has three different areas that are completely different and interesting to visit. We wrote about the first one last week. On Thursday I’ll share the last one with you.

Posted in Bar/Pub, Tourist Attraction

Jazz Hoofs

Mr. C. Cow came up to me the other day with his front hoofs shaking away. It was like he was waving at me with both hoofs in a jolly, yet strange manner. When Mr. C. informed me that he had the “jazz hoofs”, I started to dial for a doctor. “Jazz hoofs” sounded contagious. I was afraid that he would shake so much that a body part might fall off and I would find myself in a similar situation. To my surprise, Mr. C. Cow took the phone from me, hung it up, and told me it wasn’t some sort of weird disease. Must say that I was mighty relieved!

The reason for the rhythmic hoof shaking was the many hours we had spent listening to Big Band music. Maybe we overdid it a wee bit while driving down the highway. Twelve hours of swinging music would cause anyone to do a jazz hoof thing. After extensive research we decided that the only way to cure “jazz hoofs” (without a doctor) was to visit a jazz club.

Leave it to Mr. C. Cow to find the only jazz club on the planet (possibly the universe) that employed a dragon as a bartender.

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Frank The Dragon Bartender

Usually you see a dragon employed as a gym instructor or motivational speaker. This just goes to show that you should never judge anyone based on color/gender/species. Frank, the dragon bartender, informed us that his parents wanted him to find work as a cardio workout instructor but he felt more inclined to light cocktails on fire. Who can blame him? Lighting drinks on fire sounds like a great way to make some cash. As long as you remind everyone to blow out their drink before sipping your good to go.

To alleviate the “jazz hoof” shaking that Mr. C. Cow had going on he made his way to the front of the dance floor. Swaying to the beautiful moo-sic was not only therapeutic but also fun to watch. If you’ve never watched a cow dance to the beat of a trumpet then you’re missing out on life. After a while, a snow leopard offered to be his dance partner. Together they proved to be more than adequate at the Charleston.

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May I have this dance? 

Hoofs shaking to the musical beat has taught us a few things today. We’ve learned that a doctor is not needed when you get a case of the “jazz hoofs”. To cure this, all you need is a good jazz club with great music and amazing company. When you first meet someone you should never judge them based on looks or background. Every individual is unique and that is what makes the world a wonderful place to live.

One last thing that we’ve learned today….It’s important to blow out a fire on a flaming cocktail so you don’t catch your face on fire.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos Taken In Second Life By…Me!

SL Location: The Leopard Lounge (M)

 

Posted in Camping, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

S’more Math

It’s very difficult to find hiking boots that fit a tiny otter foot (paw…flipper…whatever..). Since my foot is so small others have suggested that I look in the children’s shoe section for a better size. Children with feet my size do not hike. They kinda waddle around and fall down a lot. No real market for hiking boots.

Mr. C. Cow can, strangely enough, find boots in his hoof size but has the problem of having to buy two pairs. Four hoofs = two pairs of hiking boots. He’s usually very thrifty and waits for a “buy one, get one half off” sale. As for where he gets boots for hoofs, I assume it’s the same place he finds anything else that fits a cow. The internet. Maybe I should browse the world-wide web for otter shoes.

Boot shopping aside, today we went camping instead of our usual nightly stay in the camper. The weather has been merciful so it’s not too hot or rainy to put up a tent. Gives me an opportunity to wash and hang bed sheets outside while giving Mr. C. Cow the opportunity to search for the perfect stick to roast s’mores on.

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Directions: Insert 1 Marshmallow Laden Stick Into Fire For Roasting. Do Not Catch On Fire!

My laundry endeavor was going brilliantly while Mr. C. Cow’s s’more stick search was not. I had managed to wash and hang multiple loads of blankets while he moo-plained about “this stick is too short” and “this stick looks too sticky”. In exchange for his help, I promised to help him find the perfect stick. His help proved to be pretty amazing as his blanket hanging skills made our campsite look like some sort of hippy blanket den. Right on!

As for the s’more stick search, this proved to be more difficult than I had imagined. Who knew that a stick had to be the perfect length, height, and width, as well as have a balanced marshmallow surface ratio. How am I suppose to figure out this whole surface balance ratio thing? Do I need to use a calculator or a protractor? Do we even own a protractor? Does anyone, actually, own a protractor and use it the correct way that isn’t a mathematician?

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Heeeerreee S’more Stick Stick Sticky Stick!

After much measuring and calculating, the proper s’more stick was put into service. To optimize our marshmallow output, our stick was able to accommodate, comfortably, twenty-three marshmallows. I, personally, don’t see the point of roasting twenty-three marshmallows for two individuals. Mr. C. Cow, on the other hand, does not see the point in not taking advantage of such a fine specimen of s’more stick.

One Cow + One Otter + Three Marshmallows Roasted = Two For Mr. C. Cow And One For Me. This seems like proper math! Mr. C. Cow, on the other hand, sees it as twenty-two for himself and one for me. Fair? Not really, but I don’t want more than one anyways. Here’s to hoping he doesn’t get marshmallow sick.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All Photo’s Taken In Second Life By Me

Second Life Location: Trail’s End National Park (M)

If you’re wondering, the marshmallows were vegan. Neither Mr. C. Cow or I eat gelatin. (Especially after Mr. C. found out what gelatin is made of. Yikes!)

We actually do own a protractor and use it on a regular basis. Take that math!

 

Posted in Food, Park, Tourist Attraction

Popped Corn And The Giant Boot

I’ve mentioned in the past how much I enjoy finding weird tourist attractions at the side of the road. Like the time we, randomly, found a gigantic pencil. Sometimes we are looking for things on the enormous/weird side, get sidetracked, then accidentally find it. Today is a great example of how one cow’s food related sidetracked mind led us to finding something that was both enormous and extra weird.

While searching for a gigantic roadside attraction, Mr. C. Cow was distracted by the delicious smell of popped corn. I know what you’re thinking. He’s always distracted by food. Well…ok…I can’t argue with that. Must have something to do with his whole “multiple stomaches/being a cow” thing. We had to stop because Mr. C. started drooling on the dashboard. A slobber covered dashboard is not only disgusting it’s also…it’s just disgusting.

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Get Your Popcorn Here!

While he munched happily on his bag o’ popped corn, I noticed that we were at some sort of festival/fair shindig. Barkers crying out for us to try to pop the balloon and win a prize. Giggles and screams coming from the people riding the “Ferret Wheel”….Ferret Wheel?

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Seriously…It’s A Ferret Wheel!!

These ferrets manning the wheel were some of the biggest ferrets I have ever spied my little peepers on. Did they pump iron to get that big? Get stretched out like taffy? Mr. C. Cow, not being one of tact, outright asked them how they grew so tall. Genetics and a balanced breakfast was their answer. I wonder what kind of breakfast makes you that large! Have to say that these colossal creatures  fit the roadside attraction mark perfectly.

As Mr. C. Cow munched and crunched his popped corn on the way back to the camper we ran into something that was not only immense but, somehow, lacked in the odor department. Two jumbo roadside attractions in one day??!!?? Our lucky day!!!

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That’s One Giant Boot!

I have never, in the history of footwear, ever seen a high-heeled boot so large before. Mr. C. Cow does have a pair of REALLY TALL platform boots but these do not compare to the height of these mammoth boots. Just like the oversized ferrets, these got me thinking. Who is that tall that they need boots that big? How do they keep the foot odor down? Hefty sized odor protectors? Do these boots cost more than a house? Skyscraper? Skyscraper house? Can anyone, please, answer these questions??!!!?

Who runs this festival/fair shindig? Mr. C. Cow and I assume that it’s someone with a lot of money and big feet. If I was to attempt to put one of these boots on you would never see me again. I would fall into the endless, dark, boot pit. Mr. C. Cow thought that was too funny and wouldn’t stop moo-laughing at the idea of me falling to my doom. I didn’t think it was that funny.

When life gives you popped corn it sometimes throws in a pair of sizable footwear and some ferrets that eat a balanced breakfast.

What a weird day.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by me.

SL Location: Happiness Amusement Park (M)