Posted in Tourist Attraction

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

We are so sorry that we’ve been absent for so long. We looked at our last postcard date and Mr. C. Cow passed out. He’s not use to the lack of communication on his end. On a scale of bright fireworks to dull rock on the side of the road he lies somewhere in the “shining so brightly with communication you need sunglasses”. (I did not come up with that analogy. Mr. C. did. It’s a work in progress.)

It’s not for the lack of stories to tell. (Picking strawberries while getting chased by a REALLY angry bee is one of them.) We’ve had a bit of a, how do you say it, snafu? Snarffalafoon? PffftmaPfff? Cerulean has been overwhelmed with so much stuff in life (camper upkeep, equipment company paperwork, trying to reach containers for leftovers from a cupboard seven feet taller then she is) that it’s been too much. Time off to recharge and destress.

So Much Work!!!!!

What has everyone been up to this Summer?

Mr. C. Cow has spent his Summer learning Calligraphy. He was in a bit of a shock as he thought that “calligraphy” was a type of dance. Not only has his hoof writing gotten better but his Cha-Cha dancing has greatly improved. (Not sure how that happened but we’ll go with it.)

Bishop has taken some much needed time off throughout this HOT HOT Summer. It’s been so hot that we thought one of our forklifts at the equipment company was going to melt. It wasn’t a melting forklift incident as much as an ice cream cone left on a gear shift melting accident. (Mr. C. Cow SWEARS it wasn’t him!) When Bishop wasn’t solving the greatest melting episode of ALL TIME, he was able to take off his hard hat off and take a nap. Who doesn’t deserve a nap?

Marslean has been doing a lot of reading this Summer. Being a student who is determined to do the best in life she can there is no time off. Ok. Maybe a little bit of time. Mr. C Cow and Marslean were caught strapping surf boards to the camper and yelling “Let’s surf the world!”. Neither one of them know how to surf. They were, successfully, redirected to a wave pool at a local hangout.

We hope that everyone has had a, not too hot Summer. (Oh it’s 7000000 degrees again day? REALLY???!!!????!!!)

Have Missed All Of You!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken in the virtual world “Second Life”.

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Posted in Tourist Attraction

Oatmeal Forest Whatever

Last week was Valentine’s day and the love fest of presents and candy did not disappoint. Besides the usual confections shaped like hearts, everyone got a silly gift to reflect their goofy side. Marslean received a set of fuzzy socks decorated with penguins wearing pink sweaters. Bishop was given a 64 oz travel coffee mug adorned with glittery forklifts. My gift was an industrial sized can of hairspray that smelled like “forest fondness”. (It smells like you walked into the woods where someone decided to spray a tree with lavender and oatmeal.) Mr. C. Cow got a train book and engine shaped chocolate bar.

I gave Mr. C. a train book because, as of late, he’s had this obsession with railroading. Early January, I caught him discussing “riding the rails” with Marslean. Two weeks ago, Mr. C. explained the “wooo woo” noise a train makes when it blows it’s horn to Bishop. (Bishop was trying to move a bunch of pallets with a forklift so the “Woooo Wooo” sounds were distracting.). This past Monday he wore a conductors hat while grocery shopping. It is safe to say that Mr. C. Cow is captivated by trains.

Parking the camper next to these buggies was not an easy task.

To go with the book and choo-choo shaped chocolate, I decided to tell Mr. C. Cow to don his conductors hat and get ready to ride the rails. This excited him to the point of almost passing out. It could have been all of the chocolate that he had just eaten, but I prefer to think it was the trains.

Two tickets please!! Umm…hello….excuse me…hi…

When Mr. C. recovered from his swooning, we were off. The train ride was captivating and we only had one instance of tension. This was due to Mr. C. Cow trying to tell the engineer all of the parts of the train. After an hour of this we were told to go back to our seats. To combat the disappointment of not getting to discuss the nuts and bolts of a train, I bought Mr. C. a wooden train whistle. A wooden train whistle might spell regret in the future.

The view was spectacular!

I’m glad that everyone enjoyed their Valentine presents this year. Marslean’s hoofs are warm, Bishop has a lot of coffee-to-go, and my hair smells like oatmeal forest whatever with great hold. I know that Mr. C. Cow had a fabulous day because, as I write to all of you, I can hear the faint sounds of a wooden train whistle.

Woo Woo,

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by yours truly!

Second Life Location: Dreamshire (M)

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Tourist Attraction

Cheering Team

Dear Mr. Claus,

Another year has gone by and I still think about the day that you invited me to be a part of your official crew. I am, eternally, grateful for the opportunity to be your friend as well as take on some holiday responsibility.  I am writing to you with my gift list this year but I only ask for one thing. My friends are my family and they mean the world to me. I would like to ask you to bring them presents because, although I have stopped chewing on curtains, want to use my good throughout the year to bring those I love gifts. This would mean the world to me.

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I’ve Been To The North Pole!

For Bishop: Please bring him a new set of work gloves as his polar bear paws get cold when he has to work on equipment when it’s snowing out. If you can add a hat, scarf, and no snow when he’s trying to fix a forklift I ran into a tree that would be awesome. (Thank you for giving him the patience to put up with my forklift into various stuff last year. Maybe I need the gift of forklift lessons.)

To Marslean: Please bring her a helmet for when she’s practicing her flying. She is a marvelous flyer but I can be a distraction at times. I don’t want her to crash into the equipment company roof while I’m trying to show her how I can juggle candy canes AND sugar cookies AT THE SAME TIME! (Maybe I need the gift of not trying to get attention while others are trying to concentrate.)

To Tipsy: She is my best friend and the gift she has for watching over all of us has made us a real family. She’s short foot short inches but has the grace of someone who isn’t the height of a sack of potatoes. I would say platform heels but Tipsy is pretty ok with having to use a step stool, ladder scaffolding, and a box to reach the top kitchen cabinet shelves. Maybe some hair spray to replace all of the stuff I used trying to make my rainbow wig reach new (spectacular) heights. (Maybe I need to learn to ask before using someones stuff up.)

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I hope that I have been a good enough part of your team this year to receive gifts for my friends. Thank you for being a great holly jolly friend. Hope to see you in the off-season again for a bit of surfing.

Mr. C. Cow

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(A Note From Tipsy)

Mr. C. Cow doesn’t realize a few things this holiday season. it’s not in any bad way but it shows that he, as always, is never thinking about just himself. Mr. C. is concerned with the presents his friends are going to receive and this makes him want to make sure that they get what he feels they deserve. This is at the sacrifice of his own holiday gift receiving cheer. When he says that he feels bad for the various things he did in 2018 (accidentally crashing the forklift which was, not mentioned, on an icy pavement) this makes me want to explain why he shouldn’t feel bad for the actions that he couldn’t control.

*Bishop: The forklift was on an icy surface in bad weather. It skidded out and hit a port-a-potty. Disgusting? Yes! The deal is that it wasn’t Mr. C. Cow’s fault. He was just there.

*Marslean: I don’t need a helmet because I crash every time you make a joke Mr. C. Cow. Your jokes make me laugh, feel relaxed, and want to try harder. Without you I wouldn’t have a cheering team that owns their own pom poms.

*Tipsy: You are family Mr. C. Cow. You’ve been a permanent member of this family since I first met you. I don’t care if you use up all of my volumizing hair spray because you are considerate enough to go to the store and buy more. Even if you didn’t I would still love you. Santa Claus doesn’t need to bring any of us presents because we have you. And you deserve everything on your list.

Love,

Tipsy

Second Life Location: Christmas At The North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M)

All photos edited and taken by….you guessed it….me!

 

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Peppermint Obsession

When the holiday season starts to creep up upon us, Mr. C. Cow starts to get a craving for anything peppermint related. Hot chocolate. Candy canes. Brussel sprouts in a creamy peppermint sauce. (Yeah….I don’t get it either…). One year he treated us with a dish that involved his craving along with peppers, onions, and black beans. Mr. C. is now banned from mixing peppermint into a fajita.

 

This year, Mr. C. Cow had a specific recipe in mind when it came to his idea of a “mint fusion”. When asked what it was and, hoping, that it wasn’t anything involving Brussel sprouts, we were informed that we would have to wait. To not knock us over (in a scary way) with his flavors, he assembled a panel of judges to critic his dish in a food show style. When you start putting together a panel of culinary judges in preparation of serving your family a dish I’m already concerned.

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Our (Not So Secret) Ingredient Is…..Peppermint!!!

My concerned deepened when, while shopping for our weekly supplies, Mr. C. had a cart of the following ingredients:

Candy Canes

Paprika

Toothpaste

Kale

Peppermint Extract

Sushi Rice

Grapefruit Juice

Almond Milk

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Peppermint Judge #1

I’m worried about how a dish can involve the health of my teeth, candy, and spices. In the history of any cooking show I’ve ever seen there has never been a time where tooth decay has been combated while throwing candy and some sort of rice into the mix. If this has happened then I am both amazed and slightly nauseated at the thought.

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Not Happy To Be Awake Judge #2

I’m worried about how a dish can involve the health of my teeth, candy, and spices. In the history of any cooking show I’ve ever seen there has never been a time where tooth decay has been combated while throwing candy and some sort of rice into the mix. If this has happened then I am both amazed and slightly nauseated at the thought.

With all of the food shows, competitions and secret ingredients, Mr. C. Cow did not put peppermint into a fajita. No stew. No lasagna. Not even a salad that he claimed was “healthy”. This year….we got…..cookies!

Shock!

Awe!

Cookies???!!!??????

I think that Mr. C. Cow realized that, for all of our culinary food show watching, peppermint was not made to put into mashed potatoes. Or a breakfast casserole. I’m in love with his experimentation with flavors but I’m glad that he’s realized that one should know what works together and not throw it into hummus.

Seriously….

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Todays’ photos were taken (by me) in the virtual world of Second Life

Second Life Location; Winter Holiday Village (G) 

(I take and write about various places in real life or on those crazy inter-webbings. I try to go everywhere! If you’re not on Second Life then you can check it out here. The “G” is a rating which means “General”. Not adult. Safe for all. If you’re not watching cooking shows then you’re just crazy.)

Posted in Food, Holiday, Tourist Attraction

Free Candy Month

Mr. C. Cow likes to refer to the month of October as “Free Candy Month”. Halloween only lasts one day but Mr. C. likes to dress up every day of the month and search out complimentary confections. So far he’s dressed up as a cheerleader, an astronaut, and a hoof model. (He just went around showing people his hoofs. I call it “costume cheating” he calls it “hoof model”.)

When one searches out freebie sweets it takes a lot of reading local newspapers and checking out social media for Halloween festivals, parties, and shindigs. While sipping his coffee, Mr. C. Cow found a haunted neighborhood trick or treat to check out. I, barely, got to drink a half a cup before he was mooing about how we needed “To get on the road and get that candy!”. I offered to buy him a candy bar at a gas station but was informed that was “missing the whole point of “Free Candy Month”!!! Can’t argue with that logic.

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Excuse me tiny skeleton but can you point me in the direction of free candy?

I have to admit that his zest for not paying for sweets isn’t without its hard work. Not only does he have to do the research to find candy locations there is much costume planning. (Today Mr. C. is dressed as a “Produce Stand Proprietor”.) If he was to apply this zest in other aspects of his life (sweeping the camper, finish his one cow play, etc.) then he would be unstoppable.

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Thank you for the complimentary sweets pumpkin head skeleton dude!

I’m hopeful that I can get him to only eat one free candy a day instead of an entire bag of candy corn. (Candy corn is not real corn!) Meh…what can you do? He’s happy, I’m happy to watch his happiness, and the costumes he comes up with are, admittedly, creative. Can’t wait to see what he wears tomorrow!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by…..me!

Second Life Location: Halloween Haunted House (M)

Posted in Holiday, Tourist Attraction

Structural Integrity Gum

One of the worst situations one can run into while driving a camper is a bridge out. What makes it worse is a bridge out while it’s foggy. Even worse than that is a cow driving the camper while his hoofs are sticky because he decided to blow a giant bubble with his gum. The structural integrity of his bubble was on the shady side so, of course, it exploded everywhere.  Pure anxiety nightmare fuel.

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Well this isn’t good……

Before allowing Mr. C. Cow to attempt to turn an enormous camper around, in the fog, next to a bridge out, we had to pull over and deal with this tacky gum situation. Did you know that wet wipes aren’t ideal cleaning tools for gummy hoofs? They don’t work optimally unless you use an entire container of them.

(*Note To Self* Pick up more wet wipes and less gum.)

After we got Mr. C. all cleaned up it was time to maneuver a humongous recreation vehicle in a space the size of a compact car parking spot. I closed my eyes when he started backing up, turning a tiny bit, moving forward, and so forth for thirty minutes. I might have sweated out of my eyes a little due to how hot it was in the camper. (It wasn’t tears of fear! It was sweat I tell ya! SWEAT!!) Backwards. Turn a little bit. Forward then back again. When was this camper going to get turned around? Will we survive and not fall off the edge?

We survived. There would be no postcard if we hadn’t gotten turned around and went over the edge. Huzzah for living! Mr. C. Cow is an excellent backer upper who, after many years of practice (and a few run over fences) has excelled in his driving skills.

Thankfully, we were on our way down the road, away from the broken bridge and spooky fog. I’m grateful to Mr. C. for his driving but not too grateful for his bubble blowing skills. Maybe he should work on that.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo Taken By Yours Truly In Second Life

Second Life Location: Silent Hill Experience Halloween Hunt (M)

The hunt is going on from now till November 1st.

 

Posted in Bar/Pub, Tourist Attraction

Ten Gallon Hat

We dig living in the country. Rolling hills. Dirt roads. Mr. C. Cow owns a pick up truck. What we’re not into is country music. I’m not a big fan of singing about our dirt roads or how my pick up truck makes me slightly more attractive to others. Mr. C. might be, slightly, more interested than my non-interest because I have heard him singing about dirt roads while in the shower. With this said, we just visited a country-western bar.

It wasn’t a planned trip. More like a stop at a gas station next to the bar trip. As I’m pumping gas, I lost track of Mr. C. Cow. When I finished paying, I noticed a cow wearing spurs walk into the bar. I don’t know how many cows own spurs (I didn’t even know Mr. C. had any!) so I had to chase after him.

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Mr. C. Didn’t Do It!!!!

Having stubby little otter legs, chasing isn’t a quick thing to do. It’s more of a creeping movement rather than a rapid follow. By the time I made it in through the saloon doors, Mr. C. Cow was country line dancing with a duck. If you’ve never seen a duck country line dance with a cow then you haven’t really lived!

I wasn’t too surprised that Mr. C. Cow knew how to country line dance. I’ve seen him shimmy, electric slide, electric boogie, and boogie electric woogie. Country line dancing was right up his alley. The surprising thing was the fact that Mr. C. owned spurs. I didn’t even know he knew what spurs were. We’re talking about someone who thought a ten gallon hat had to hold that many gallons in liquids to earn the name.  It doesn’t and my living room rug can show you just where all of the liquid goes. A cow who thought the phrase “Hold Your Horses” was a literal thing. Country line dancing….not a surprise. Spurs….super (and dangerously sharp) surprise.

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One, STRONG, Drink Kind Sir!

I’m gong to let Mr. C. Cow have some fun dancing. I’ll just get a drink from the bartender, take a deep breath, and make a mental list of spur rules if he’s going to wear them around. My living room rugs can’t take anymore abuse.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by moi in Second Life.

Second Life Location: The Rusty Spur (M)