Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Secret Santa Discussions

Mr. C. Cow was making hot chocolate and discussing the pros and cons of glue versus tape when wrapping a present when we heard a strange noise. It started out as a commotion on the roof that we thought was just a branch falling off a tree. The commotion turned into the jingle jangle of a million bells that, somehow, were all in harmony. (Mr. C. Cow once broke a shelf at a bell store. When they hit the ground none of them sounded harmonious.). Before I had the time to jump out of my seat and scream “Oh Holiday Elf help us! The roof is caving in!!!” there was a polite knock on the door.

I didn’t want to answer it. Who makes that much racket on your roof, makes you hit the deck because you think the world is falling in on you, then politely knocks? Mr. C, who is not known for using a door peephole to see who’s knocking, decides to answer.

Door to door roof repair salesman?

New wave shingle playing musicians?

Umm….no….it was…Santa Claus!!!

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All of that searching, hunting, moo crying, and wishing for a one-on-one conversation with the big present man in charge has led us to this moment. This juncture in our tale where the one thing Mr. C. Cow wants more than anything else for Christmas (besides ANOTHER milk can) is a Santa chat. A discussion with the one person in a little cows life that fills him with hope, cheer, and the holiday spirit. Mr. C.’s pursuit of Santa led us to not finding him but Santa finding Mr. C.

They went outside and had a private conversation for quite some time. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Did I make hot chocolate for our guest? Should I start baking cookies? Not wanting to stare at the private conversation between a cow and Kringle I made small talk with the reindeer. Rudolph enjoys playing online chess. Now I have a new individual to play with. Who knew!

After their conversation was finished I was in shock when the jolly man in the red suit shook my hand. He told me that I was, mostly, good for the year, and should expect some extra hold hairspray for my beehive. Bishop, who had been drinking coffee and watching out the window the whole time, tipped his coffee cup at Santa. He knew he was good all year. No worries in the present department there. Marslean, who had been discussing walking on icy surfaces with hoofs with reindeer, also knew she had been exceptional all year so she wasn’t worried.

As Santa left I asked Mr. C. Cow what they had discussed in private. My answer was “You’ll find out tomorrow!”.

Merry Christmas Eve,

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Awesome Santa Photo Taken In Second Life By…Yeah…You Guessed It…Me!

Second Life Location: Winter Wonderland Kickin Up The Snow (M)

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Posted in Holiday, Park, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Just A Little Holiday B&E

We are mere days away from Christmas. The search for Santa has gone from calm and orderly to complete panic and disarray. Mr. C. Cow has left no stocking nor holiday tree unchecked in his pursuit. Kris Kringle has left us no choice. It was time to visit the North Pole!

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Umm…Can we come in?

I was a tad bit unsure that we were allowed to enter the domain of the jolly fat man but Mr. C. Cow assured me that we were more than welcome. The guards outside of the gates were actually made of wood and not alive. That made me feel, somewhat, better about entering but I thought we should at least knock first.

Knock? Ha! Mr. C. Cow just barged right into the place in search of Santa. I was concerned that we might be breaking and entering. The sign inside of the holiday ho ho compound was not comforting:

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I wonder if they bite…

Before I had a chance to say “My hair would never last in prison!, Mr. C. Cow, at last, spotted Santa. The look on his face when he spotted that red suited man was a cross between pure joy and triumph. When Santa spotted Mr. C. Cow he let out a hearty laugh, tipped his cap, and launched his reindeer into the sky:

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Santa! Wait!!!!

Mr. C.’s face went from joy to instant sadness. Little cow tears streamed down his face. Had Santa snubbed him? Was he being a jerk? Who would wanna hurt a cow’s feelings? 

The Kringle guy wasn’t trying to hurt his feelings. He wasn’t trying to be a brute. Santa acknowledged Mr. C.’s presence. Even tipped his cap at him. Santa wasn’t neglecting the fact that we had been searching for a long while to speak to him. He was saying “You almost caught me! There are days before Christmas. We’ll talk soon!”.

I gave Mr. C. Cow my word that this is what Saint Nick was trying to tell him. The game was still afoot. We still had time. Reassured that the hunt was not over we snuck out of the holiday ho ho compound, went back to the camper, and ate a few sugar cookies in celebration of almost winning.

Let’s just hope that my assessment of the situation is correct. I don’t want to see Mr. C. Cow heartbroken. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by me!

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

 

Posted in Holiday, Park, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Electronic Santa Mail

Mr. C. Cow is holiday OBSESSED when it comes to Christmas. As soon as Thanksgiving leftovers are put away he’s already putting up the holiday tree. He’s baked five dozen sugar cookies before breakfast the next morning. By lunchtime he’s somehow managed to wrap his cow horns in wrapping paper. I’m cool with his need to start decorating but it drives Marslean a tad bit nuts. Especially when she comes home to find the pillows on her bed neatly wrapped.

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I don’t think it will fit in the yard Mr. C. Cow!!!

On top of his holiday enthusiasm, we always go through the entire month of December camper traveling to find Santa Claus. It was done last year and the year before that. Searching for Ol’ Saint Nick is just something that Mr. C. Cow feels he has to do. A letter or email won’t do when he wants to discuss how he’s behaved (mostly) the entire year. This also drives Marslean crazy. She’s attempted to explain to him that an email is perfectly fine. Nope. Emailing is not going to happen. (Does Mr. C. Cow have an email?) We’re on the lookout for the jolly guy in the red suit once again.

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No Santa Here!

Maybe we can get Marslean to go with us on a few of our Santa hunting adventures. It might make her appreciate Mr. C. Cows fascination with the red suited man. It would help me out because there would be two of us trying to chase after him as he’s running after a sleigh.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by me in Second Life

Second Life Location: Santa Town (M)

Posted in Food, Holiday, Home, Town/City

Crostini Boss

The 4th of July is coming up in the states next week and it’s going to be a busy one. We’ll all be at home and Mr. C. Cow and I plan on doing a lot of cooking. He’s been pouring over cookbooks for the perfect deserts to go with grilled veggies while I’m trying to figure out how to light the grill. I’ve used a gas grill before but it’s been YEARS since I’ve attempted to use charcoal. Bishop might have to be in charge of the grill lighting. I’m afraid I’ll catch my giant beehive on fire.

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I’m great at table centerpiece design!!!

Speaking of fire, we’re planning on letting Marslean handle the fireworks this year. Last year Mr. C. Cow was holding a sparkler and got a teeny tiny little burn on his hoof. It was so tiny that it probably hurt for a second. Despite the small injury, Mr. C. acted like his entire leg had caught on fire. We had to wrap all of his legs in gauze just to get him to stop crying. Marslean said there will be no sparklers this year. I think that’s a wise decision.

Since everyone seems to have a job to do to get ready for the holiday I’m at a loss as to where I am needed. I tried to move the picnic table in the shade but it was too big and heavy. Bishop and Mr. C. Cow had to move them around. I was going to get the nice tablecloth and place mats out but Marslean beat me to it. The only thing I’ve done so far is that awesome table centerpiece.

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You’re a couple of days early little party guest! 

Mr. C. Cow sensed the lost look on my face and offered to let me help him do a bit of baking. I would but he’s really good at it. He can lay down a good fondant on a cake while I find myself tangled up in it like some sort of sugary trap.  After a few minutes of sitting under a tree with a therapeutic martini,  I decided that I am taking on the appetizers. I can crostini like a boss.

Sometimes we feel left out because we think our skills aren’t useful. It might take a martini rest under a tree before we find out that we are useful. All of us have something to offer.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken in Second Life at my personal home by me. 

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

Peeper Enhancer

Mr. C. Cow has never had the opportunity to use one of those coin operated binoculars before. You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that you sometimes see on the boardwalk where you can throw a few coins in to look out at the ocean. He thought it was funny that he had to pay money to use something he referred to as a “peeper enhancer”. I told Mr. C. that it beats carrying his big binoculars around the boardwalk.

Before using any “peeper enhancers” we stopped for a bite to eat.

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EAT!

While waiting for his alfalfa burger and hay shake, Mr. C. Cow decided to use the back of his place mat to draw a picture of what he thought we would see through the coin operated binoculars. I’m thinking he’s going to draw a picture of a ship or a dolphin. I was so completely off the mark that it’s not even funny. What do you think Mr. C. Cow would draw? A shark? A shark riding a whale? A dolphin riding a shark riding a whale? Not even close! Mr. C. thought that we might see….THIS…..

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Punk Octo-Beach Ball?

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s…I’m totally joking! I think it’s a punk rocking octopus who just happens to be shaped like a beach ball. But…it has like…six eyes! Would that make it a punk octo-beach-bug? A mohawk wearing jelly roll of the sea? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of these floating around the ocean.

Mr. C. Cow explained to me that it was a sea monster, although it preferred to be called “sea awesome” rather than “monster”. I doubted we would see one through a coin operated set of binoculars but what do I know? There are a lot of things in the ocean that are yet to be discovered.

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Where are you octo-punk-tapus?

Alas, we did not see a giant octopus bug squid beach ball with great hair. We did, however, see a shark riding a whale. I’m not sure if I’m really all that surprised to see a shark on a whale because I was, in all honesty, half expecting the octo-buggy-tapus-punk rocker. When it comes to the imagination of Mr. C. Cow it’s hard to not get carried away by it. My mind now wonders if there might be such a thing as an opera singing turtle with a pompadour. There could even be a dolphin wearing hipster glasses and telling us he was jumping out of the water doing flips before it was cool.

When I grow up (HAHAHA!)  I want to explore the ocean. Or at least find the punk-tapus. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Pictures taken by myself in Second Life

Second Life Location: 50s Housewife Community (M)

Thank you to Marslean from “Marslean’s World” for her help with Mr. C. Cows sea creature drawing. You can check out her website HERE. 

 

 

Posted in Camping, Nature, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Comically Large Neckties

I had to do a bit of shopping the other day because SOMEBODY used all of our cooking spray to lube up their roller skate wheels. Mr. C. Cow decided to stay behind in the camper and do a bit of laundry. I’m proud that he wanted to take part in the daily chores and was more than happy to let him wash stuff. Before I left I explained that, since this was a camper, the washer/dryer unit was small so please don’t over soap or over stuff the machines. After repeating myself a few times I felt more then comfortable to go forth in search of cooking spray.

When I returned my happiness was short-lived. Mr. C. Cow decided to do a GIGANTIC load of comically large neckties in one load. Separating laundry, in his mind, meant doing all of one type of clothing at one time in the washer. The washing machine didn’t know what to do with all of these comically large neckties so it decided to just spit soap bubbles all over the place. The walls. The stove vent. The glove box. If we had wanted to wash the entire inside of the camper then this was the way to go.

After much bubble shoveling and opening of windows and doors to air dry we needed a place to do the rest of the laundry. We also needed a place to stay for the night. I didn’t feel like sleeping in a squishy camper.

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This looks like a quiet place to park.

We were lucky enough to find a nice quiet place where they, not only had a laundry room, but the perfect place to sleep for the night.

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I’ll do the rest of the laundry this time Mr. C.!

Mr. C. Cow set up the campsite for the evening while I did the rest of the laundry. While his comically large neckties were in the dryer I started pondering his collection. There was a giant neon banana necktie and one that looked like a fish. When did he start getting a collection? I can’t remember the last time he even wore a necktie. Maybe Mr. C. Cow was considering dressing up more. Or he could be thinking about starting a prop comedy career. You never know what Mr. C. is thinking sometimes.

The campsite was beautiful and we, sincerely, were more than happy to spend the night among the stars.  A laundry mishap turned into a beautiful evening.

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Glamor Camping!

We need to stop and remember that not everyone knows how to do everything.  Something as simple as laundry might not be so simple if you’ve never done it on your own. All those buttons, knobs, timers, and soap measuring can be confusing. I’m not mad at Mr. C. Cow in any way for making the camper soapy. He tried his hardest and that’s really all that matters to me. Besides, the camper now smells wonderful and we had the opportunity to hang out, together, under the stars. What more could I really ask for?

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

All Photos Taken In Second Life By Me 

Second Life Location: The Last Forever (M) 

 

 

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”