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)

 

 

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Posted in Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Super Jumbo Apocalyptic Pack

Mr. C. Cow and I are back on the road! After staying around the shop for a few days helping out Bishop it was time to get back into the camper. Before we could go too far we needed to stock up on some camper supplies.

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So glad you’re open because we’re out of toilet paper!

I, usually, let Mr. C. Cow handle the shopping but I pitched in with the grocery list this time around. Mr. C. is good at finding really good sales but always seems to come home with one or two items we didn’t need. (Dish soap cozy, plastic bag holder shaped like a chicken, ANOTHER milk can) Since our list was so large it wasn’t fair to let him try to handle it alone. I was on fruit and vegetable duty while he was in charge of the paper items.

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Where are the produce bags?

After spending a few moments locating produce bags to place fruit in Mr. C. Cow came back with a “super jumbo apocalyptic” pack of toilet paper. “Apocalyptic” toilet paper? Yes…because the slogan on the side of the toilet paper read “When the end comes don’t come to the end of your toilet paper”. That could, possibly, be the worst marketing slogan I had ever heard. Mr. C. thought it was hilarious and wanted us to buy this particular pack.

Now…we were in need of toilet paper but there was no way I was buying this pack. It wasn’t because of the cheesy slogan but because the pack contained 5,001 rolls of toilet paper. I guess that, when the end does come, that one extra roll will make a difference. Where were we going to put this much toilet paper? Mr. C. Cow said we could open it up and put it under the sink in the bathroom. I, calmly, explained that it wouldn’t fit. He suggested that we put some in the glove box. I, not as calmly, explained to him that we needed the glove box for maps, breath mints, and our cars papers. (Also…5,001 rolls of tp will not fit in a glove box.) When he started telling me how we could tie the whole pack onto the roof with bungee cords I had to tell him to go get a smaller pack.  Mr. C. came back with 100 rolls of toilet paper and told me that, if the end comes, we’re going to be up some sort of creek without a paddle. I’ll take the risk.

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After the TP talk I needed coffee!!

After we had put our purchases in the camper and drove off I started to think about the end of the world and how we might run into a toilet paper crisis. What if Mr. C. Cow is right and I might have doomed us to using leaves when we do our “business”? What if we need the toilet paper tubes to start a fire? Why am I even pondering this?

Maybe we should start using a grocery delivery service.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by moi in Second Life. (Click here to learn what Second Life is if you don’t know)

Second Life Location: Docklands Grocery and Cafe (M) 

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

Biscuit/Gravy/Combo

We’re going to be home for a few days helping out Bishop but decided to take a small road trip today. Bishop insisted! He even gave us food money and told us to go find biscuits or gravy or a combo of both of them stuck together. Bishop needed a break from teaching Mr. C. Cow the difference between a screwdriver and a banana. I needed a break from all of the paperwork I’ve been doing. Mr. C. Cow just wanted food.

We drove about an hour away from the equipment company and stopped at a lovely seaside rest stop to attempt to get directions to the closest coffee shop. Mr. C. tried asking a bird eating pizza where we could also find food but the bird was having none of it. I think the bird thought that Mr. C. Cow was there to steal his pizza. Nobody wants to steal your pizza birdy! It looks like it was fresh in the 17th century. We’ll go find our own food thank you very much!

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I thought the Dodo bird was extinct….

We did, finally, find a place to use that biscuit/gravy/combo money that Bishop had given us. The place looked a little shady to me. Mr. C. said it was just one of those themed restaurant things to look “hip”. I don’t think most themed restaurants go for GIANT GUNS on their roof to add to the ambience.

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Protection against zombie invasion?

We were greeted by a lovely robot behind the counter named “Sir Cuit” . He ended up being well versed in the biscuit/gravy/combo making arts. On top of that Sir Cuit also doubled as a coffee machine. When one decides to open up a coffee shop it’s a great idea to be able to multitask your work. If you can percolate some coffee while making biscuits at the same time I say you win a multitasking gold star!

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I can also make donuts!

It seemed that the area we were in was completely built out of recycled material. Brilliant idea in a world that is too into the “throw it away and get a shiny new one” lifestyle. I didn’t see any non-robot entities coming around this recycled town so I’m assuming they were all sleeping in that day. I started to ask Sir Cuit about this but then I remembered the GIANT GUN on the roof of his coffee shop. I’ll just leave that one alone….

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That sign just called me short!!!!!!

Time to start heading back to the equipment shop. Bishop has probably had enough down time to get back to the whole “screwdriver vs. banana” conversation. (The biscuit/gravy/combo I’m bringing back to him will sure make him feel ready to go!) I should get all of my paperwork done today but you know what they say. They say something about “a mountain of paperwork multiplies into two birds in a basket so don’t count them…” or something like that. I never could get that right.

Mr. C. Cow looks like he’s had enough to eat this morning. I bought a little extra food because I know he’ll be moo-ing for more as soon as Bishop moves on to teach him the difference between a wrench and a cocktail napkin.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life at: Junktown (M)

Posted in Food, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

The Candy Cow Can

While eating breakfast Mr. C. Cow and I, somehow, got on the subject of candy. Candy isn’t a really hard subject to randomly talk about with Mr. C. as he feels it’s an important part of a balanced diet. You try explaining to a cow that chocolate covered almonds are not a side dish! It’s not an easy thing to do. Especially if he’s wearing candy corn as “sweet teeth” in his mouth at the same time.

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I’ll take one of everything! 

The one candy that I cannot understand why anyone would want to eat is a circus peanut. The name alone makes me think of something really gross that you would mistake for a peanut at a circus. (You know. Ewww!!) As for the candy itself it has the texture of a packing peanut. If you have a moving emergency and are out of packing peanuts you could use a circus peanut in it’s place. (As long as you don’t mind your stuff getting sticky if it’s hot out!)

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I see circus peanuts in your future…..

Mr. C. Cow thinks that circus peanuts are a wonderful candy invention. When he eats one he says he likes to pretend that he is at an actually circus. I’m not sure if he eats them to just feel like he’s at the circus or actually likes the taste. Then again, Mr. C. isn’t one to pass up any type of candy. If it is considered a candy or has the word “candy” in the name then he’s a fan. Maybe I should buy him a t-shirt that proclaims his fandom.

“THIS Cow LOVES Candy!”

Instead of a t-shirt I should probably make him some sort of candy costume. Maybe one of those wrapped hard candy’s or a chocolate bar wrapper. When we go to various places that just happen to have a candy shop he can dress like the merchandise. In all seriousness, I just think it would be kinda cute to see him walk around as a chocolate bar. I know he’d get a kick out of it.

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How about we just have some cake instead?

Now I’m going to have to find enough fabric to create the ultimate in candy fan costume. Instead of going to a candy store Mr. C. we might need to find a place that sells fabric. If you’re going to buy candy might as well look the part.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Photo Location: Market Square At Orchard Heights (M)

Posted in Bar/Pub, Road, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Box O’ Mime

Mr. C. Cow and I have been making our way back home for the past few days. Bishop had a really great idea for a new business to open next to the equipment company (Not telling you yet!) and needed some help moving stuff around. I’m pretty good at hanging things on walls BUT only if Mr. C. lets me stand on his back. If I don’t then the stuff gets hung halfway up the wall. Knowing this fact Bishop still asked us to help. He’s nice like that.

On our way home the road became a bit too slick and the rain too heavy for us to travel any farther till it let up.

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Call Me Call Me Anytime…..

We ended up parked in some sort of alley next to the garbage from the local businesses. Not the nicest of smelling places to park a camper but, when you have no choice, you sometimes end up parking in unfortunate areas.

We were lucky, as it was really late, that there was at least one joint open to grab a bit to eat (and maybe a cocktail) before the rain went away. Their open sign was like some sort of lighthouse beacon saying “Come out of the rain and into a dry martini” or whatever a lighthouse beacon would say if it was attached to a bar.

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OPEN!

Now…I’m more then happy to dry my giant hair and enjoy a cocktail. Mr. C. Cow likes neon signs and was happy to stare at them inside the bar while waiting. What we didn’t expect while doing this whole happy/dry/cocktail/neon sign thing was a bartender that just happened to be a mime. How does a mime bartend? Wouldn’t he get stuck in some box behind the bar? How does he answer a question about the beer selection if he doesn’t speak?

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Can you please explain your extensive wine list?

We were lucky that we didn’t have any questions about the menu or drink selection because he did a lot of hand jive wall climbing action instead of speaking. I shouldn’t really say anything mean and I won’t because he was a wonderful bartender. Efficient in his drink pouring and service. I guess mimes need to work because a mimes got to eat.

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I “Love” this neon sign Mr. C.!

The rain was steady and didn’t look like it was going anywhere for a while. Mr. C. Cow was happy to count the number of neon signs the bar offered and I was just fine to eat cocktail peanuts and watch him shake it on the dance floor. (A cow can’t live on neon sign counting alone. Sometimes you have to shake it on the dance floor).

Hopefully the rain will let up soon. Bishop needs us!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Morning Glory (What’s The Story?) Bar & Pub (M) 

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

When You Give A Shrub A Sandwich

Mr. C. Cow and I stopped the other day to picnic. While I was picking up after we had finished our dining I caught Mr. C. trying to feed a sandwich to a bear shaped shrub.

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Shrub Bear’s Model Pose. 

Why in the world was Mr. C. Cow trying to feed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to a shrub? I know it’s shaped like a bear but it’s not like the shrub actually needed a sandwich. When I asked him I was informed that he felt it got tired of always being on the “photosynthesis diet” and needed a bit of variety. That both makes sense and no sense at the same time. I got Mr. C. to stop attempting to stuff a pb&j into a bear shrub and finish his lunch.

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At least Mr. C. Cow didn’t notice this statue and try to feed it!

The attempt at feeding a plant a sandwich got me thinking about how, sometimes, our brains go to silly places when we look at certain things. Take this train warning sign for example:

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Beware!

Do trains bite? Do they sneak up behind you and attempt to steal your purse if you’re not careful? Are the trains hanging out with the “bad crowd” and throwing dice in back alleys? 

Thinking about trains in the sense of being criminals instead of the obvious “don’t play on train tracks or you’ll get squished” is kinda fun. Not as much fun as feeding plants picnic food (according to Mr. C. Cow) but fun anyways.

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Beautiful View By Our Picnic Spot!

I never know what Mr. C. Cow is going to do when we stop the camper sometimes. One moment he might be spouting philosophy to passing ducks than attempting to use a sled on a playground slide for “maximum speed” the next.

I must say he is NEVER boring and does, on occasion, get my imagination pumped up as well!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Hodby Village (M)

I want to give a shout-out to my friend Ramblingal Bun for pointing out this location for us to visit! She owns a store called “Classic Accessories” that is located at the Hodby Village. Check it out if you’re passing by!

(Not a paid endorsement for the store. Just want to give some love for sharing this nice location for postcards!)

Posted in Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Mutton Chops

It’s not often that a saucy gentleman in a jaunty mustache tips his hat at you outside of a bar. On a cobblestone street.

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He needs a cape to complete the look.

Ok. In all honesty this happens more than I like to admit. I am starting to wonder if my “hair is larger than the rest of my body” attracts people who like to twirl their villain mustaches. Some people attract “the norm” while I am a gravitational pull to those that enjoy top hats and wicked “Muah Ha Ha!!” laughs.

The sight of this gentleman outside of the bar has almost distracted me from todays postcard! Forgive us! 

Today we found ourselves in some sort of small town that seems to have stopped evolving into the shiny contemporary city styles you see today somewhere around the time when mutton chops were a thing. Not complaining because I enjoy having a pint or two someplace that is untouched by the whole tweeter facebot era.

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Trying to explain “snackchat” thing to the bartender.

I mean…you need to just take a look at their local grocery store to really understand that this small village hasn’t grasped the concept of healthy living and bring your own bags to save the planet. In place of those shiny ads telling you to eat the latest in low-cal no fat half-Caff protein sticks in a can the store explains just how much tobacco you can purchase.

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Smoke cigars not meat I say!

After purchasing five pounds of loose leaf tea, a box of cigars, a bucket of flour, and goat feed (you never know when you might need goat feed!) I could not bring myself to drive off for the evening. Mr. C. Cow had found a place that sold villain twirling mustaches and hand crank coffee grinders so he also did not want to travel on into the night. Purchases securely placed in the camper we forged onward to the local hotel.

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A room with indoor plumbing will cost you extra.

All of this exposure to pounds of dry goods, pints of beer, mutton chops, and the overwhelming feeling that I might need to learn how to shoe a horse (a valuable skill in this town) I feel we might need to leave after we spend the night.  I’m afraid that if we stay any longer Mr. C. Cow might take up blacksmithing. I would have to learn how to play ragtime on the piano while Mr. C. dances for pennies.

To think that a day that started out with a mustached villain tipping his hat somehow ended up with us having to haul around giant sacks full of goat feed in a camper.  Sometimes, when I look back at what we’ve written in our postcards, I am not exactly sure how we got here. All I know is that we need to leave.

And maybe find one of those protein sticks in a can.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Glastonbury (M)