Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Cold Pizza

I caught Mr. C. Cow cleaning his snowboarding equipment and getting ready for winter. It’s still July!  We still have to finish up Summer and get through the Fall before we even start thinking about snowboarding.

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It’s Too Early For Snow!!!

Mr. C’s reasoning was that one can never be too prepared ahead of snow. I can understand the need to keep your equipment clean all year round but it seems a bit too early. He even started trying on gloves and hats to go with the snowboarding equipment. If he starts trying on snow suits I’m stopping him. It’s too hot for that and I’m afraid he’ll get heat stroke.

I can understand why Mr. C. Cow is looking towards Winter. It’s hot outside. Trying to cool off hasn’t been the simplest of tasks. What he doesn’t remember is how much he complained when it was cold outside. Mr. C. would cry about how his hoofs felt like icicles. (I had to remind him to wear boots.) He would blubber over how his ears were cold. (I reminded him to put a hat on.) Once he even complained that the snow was too “snowy”. I’m not sure how snow can be too “snowy” but Mr. C. found a way to make it a big deal. I love this cow very much but sometimes he finds things to lament over just because.

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I Don’t Even Want To Think About Snow!

We all like to complain about something at times. I have been a bit grumbly over the heat wave we’ve been under lately. When I feel too hot I think about how bad it gets when it’s chilly outside. Frozen beehives. Trying to find a coat that fits someone short. Makes me feel, slightly, better when I’m sweating to death. When Mr. C. Cow starts mumbling about cold pizza or his shoes not being shiny enough he’ll usually find something constructive to do. (Like clean snowboarding equipment.)

I’m going to let him continue with his winter sports preparation. If it keeps his mind off of things that are bugging him then knock yourself out Mr. C. Cow. I’m going to get my mind off of the heat by making lemonade and pretending I’m on the beach.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by…Me!

SL Location: Hikaru – Snowy Winter (M)

 

Posted in Tourist Attraction

Sizzled Out

We’re currently in a heat wave and there seems to be no end in sight. It’s so hot that the camper is smelling like sweaty cow pits and wilted beehives. It’s so hot that Bishop melted at least three hard hats when in contact with direct sunlight. (He wasn’t wearing them at the time so no polar bears were harmed in the writing of this postcard.) The heat is so unbearable (No bear pun intended!) that Mr. C. Cow has broiled three kiddie pools do to the sun evaporating all the water out of them. Marslean has attempted to use her wing power to cool him but she started sweating and it wasn’t pretty.

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Dramatic (and melted) heat interpretation.

Due to the blazing warmth we have been forced to come up with creative ways to stay cool. A few ideas have worked while others have sizzled out (That one was meant to be a heat joke. HAHAHAHA!)

Lemon Ice: I like frozen lemon ice. It’s great on a sweltering day. Keeps you cool and tastes refreshing. This seems like a good idea but as soon as it hit the outside it puddled up in to a giant lemon lake. The lake then slowly disappeared in the sunlight only to leave its lemony scent behind. Rest in peace lemon ice.

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I’ll take five of each please!

Tie Bags Of Ice To Body: This was one of Mr. C. Cows dazzling ideas. As soon as he walked outside his “Udderly Rad Udder Cooling System” became nothing more than two empty ice bags stuck to his udders. There is nothing sadder then a cow wearing plastic on his underside. After seeing the look on Mr. C’s face I think this is a moment in time we won’t mention again.

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Not even grog is going to help lil’ pirate buddy.

Safety Vest Cooling System: Mr. C. Cow took one of Bishops safety vests and added a fan to it in an attempt to wear a “safety fan”. Bishop was reluctant to try it on but he didn’t want to hurt any cow feelings. Fitted into the vest and given instructions on how this contraption worked it, was fired up and the air started pumping. It kept pumping and pumping to the point where the vest swelled up. Yes…it did keep the body cool but Bishop ended up looking like some sort of holiday parade construction balloon. I don’t think he’s going to keep wearing it.

When Mr. C. Cow started designing a way to wear a “water hat” it was time to call it quits. I think we’re just going to spend the time in the shop office standing in front of the air conditioner. When it’s this hot it’s safer to stay where it’s cool than risk going out there and melting into a puddle of goo.

Hopefully this heat will let up soon!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken by me in Second Life.

Second Life Location: Simple’s Zoo Of All Things (M)

We are in a heat wave at the moment that doesn’t look like it will let up for days. Temps around 100f and a heat index so high that you can probably bake cookies on my picnic table. I want to take the time to remind everyone to keep all of your pets hydrated as well as protect their little paws from hot surfaces.

 

Posted in Tourist Attraction

Raised Eyebrow Crunches

Mr. C. Cow ate one too many bags of gummy bears the other day and was unable to fit into his sunglasses. I’m not sure how gummy bears made his glasses “too tight” but he swears he gained a little weight in the eye area. I think they look exactly the same as the did before he binge ate gummies.

Do to this eye area weight gain, Mr. C. has decided to get a gym membership and start “pumping iron”. To mentally prepare himself for this endeavor, he went shopping and bought a pair of gym shorts, a headband, and a tank top that said “Gym Rat”. I thought it should say “Gym Cow” but the store didn’t seem to carry that shirt. To support him in his eye area weight loss program, I bought a workout outfit and some sensible gym shoes. Friends should support friends (even if they think their “eye weight area” looks fine.)

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Hope no one stubs their toes!

I’m afraid to say that they gym intimidates me. All of these individuals using the word “deadlift” had me scared that they were going to start bench pressing corpses. (Ewww!!!) When asked about my “quads” I was so freaked out that I thought I had left mine at home. Was I suppose to bring them with me? Where do I buy quads because I don’t think I have any.

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I’m just gonna hide behind the water cooler.

Mr. C. Cow started out doing a few chin ups followed by “raised eyebrow crunches”. That just involved him moving his eyebrows up and down a lot while yelling “Feel the burn!!!”. I tried to do a bit of weight lifting with these giant metal things but my arm felt like it was going to fall off. Have you ever seen a short otter with giant arm muscles? Neither have I.

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Buff Otter Muscles Go!

I’m glad that Mr. C. Cow is thinking healthier and wanting to work out. I do think that his “eye weight area” looks fine. Be it a short otter with weeny arms or cow with buff eyebrows (those crunches work!) be confident in you. If he wants to continue going to the gym for healthy reasons then good for him! I’m proud! I’ll just stick to hiking and power walking.

I think that we all get a little critical of our looks sometimes. We are our own worst critics after all. Mr. C. now realizes that his eye area is fine. He’s fine just the way he is and shouldn’t work out just because he feels he has to. Now Mr. C. Cow works out to stay healthy. We’re all beautiful not matter what size or shape we are!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken (by me) in Second Life

Second Life Location: Hampted Gym (M)

 

Posted in News, Real Life

Stop In The Name Of Glove

Mr. C. Cow and I have been staring at this safety sticker on a piece of Bishops new equipment for at least an hour now.

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Stop Shouting?

This one had us stumped more than any other safety sign before it. Was it informing us to stop wearing gloves? Were we suppose forgo wearing sci-fi inspired glasses while wearing gloves? Was finger painting prohibited in the area? Mr. C. Cow was insistent that the sign was trying to tell us to wash our hands before touching. I thought it didn’t want us to touch anything.

After having a meaningful discussion on how important gloves are when handling sharp things or hiking in the dead of winter, we were so confused that we turned to Bishop for help. Turning to Bishop took a bit of hard work as we couldn’t figure out where he was. We checked the break room and he (along with his coffee cup) were not there. The office? No Bishop. Mowing the lawn? Still no Bishop. Not only were we befuddled over a safety sign we had, somehow, lost Bishop. How does one loose an 8ft tall polar bear wearing a hard hat? We do, of course.

We finally found him an hour later under a forklift changing the oil. While I was busy checking the offices, Mr. C. Cow was supposed to check the machinery yard. I don’t know how Mr. C. could have missed seeing a giant pair of bear paws sticking out from under a forklift. Maybe he didn’t bother to look down.

Bishop informed us that the safety sign said “Halt! Don’t screw with this thing for real like”. I’m glad Mr. C. Cow didn’t try licking it. Who knows what would have happened to his tongue. I doubt they make band-aids for cow tongues.

This just, once again, goes to show that safety is important. Following safety signs correctly is extremely important. Not licking machinery is of the utmost importance. I don’t think I’ll touch anything in the shop ever again before consulting Bishop.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken by the real life model for Bishop because he knows I dig those crazy safety stickers he’s always running into.

I apologize for no new postcard this past Tuesday. It’s been a really hectic week and I’m exhausted. I’m hoping to get ahead in the postcard writing this weekend so I won’t have to worry about a no-show again. Thanks for understanding!

Posted in Food, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

The Ballad Of Five Pounds

Mr. C. Cow and I went on a hike today. It started out as any of our typical hikes because Mr. C. wanted to pack WAY TOO MUCH trail mix than was needed. Ten pounds of trail mix is a bit much for the two of us to eat on a two-mile hike. He insisted that we might run into woodland creatures in desperate need of a mixture of cereal, nuts, and chocolate candies. Even helping others doesn’t justify carrying ten pounds around. We settled on five.

Let me break down what happened to each individual pound of trail mix. This is where they typical just gets weird.

Pound #1: We made it, about, 50 yards when it was time to stop for a trail mix break. We split the first pound but I think that Mr. C. Cow got more chocolate candies in his half then I did. I swear that a half a pound would at least yield more than three pieces.

Pound #2: This pound was thrown on the ground. No! Not randomly thrown on the ground! It was thrown on the ground for the birds flying by. Thrown on the ground for a pack of butterflies. Individual pieces were handed out to tiny bugs that were just passing through. I saw a beetle sneak off with at least five large pieces on his back. As of this very moment no bugs, butterflies, or birds are without trail mix in the woods today.

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Even Butterflies Like Trail Mix!

Pound #3: Mr. C. Cow ate the whole pound by himself. How do I know this? I know this because he went behind a tree to do “his private business” and came back a pound lighter in the trail mix department. I guess that “private business” means different things to both of us.

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Not Pictured: Mr. C. Cow Crunch Munching Behind A Tree.

Pound #4: This pound went to a good cause. It was given to a mother bear and her two cubs who looked extra hungry when they spotted us. Mr. C. Cow was more than willing to share this special pound #4. He says it’s because he’s the giving type but I, personally, think Mr. C. just thought they were going to eat us. I don’t disagree with him.

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Um…Yeah…I Just Want Your Trail Mix….

Pound #5: By the time we got down to our last pound we still had a mile and a half left in our two-mile hike. Mr. C. Cow was so full he was starting to roll down the hiking trail rather than walking on it. I had already eaten a half a pound and was not about to eat any more. An otter lady sometimes needs to watch her figure and eating that much food, kinda, defeats the whole purpose of hiking. Just as we were getting to the point where I wasn’t sure how I was going to roll Mr. C. Cow back to the camper a horse named “Danny” trotted up and offered to help me out of my trail mix debacle. Between the both of us we were able to, safely, roll Mr. C. Cow back to the camper.

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Hi! I’m Danny! 

Let this be a lesson to all of you who feel the need to take ten pounds of trail mix hiking and compromise by only taking five. Five…is a bit much for walking two miles. Take what you need and maybe an apple to balance it all out. You don’t want to find yourself in the woods with a mile and a half to go and can no longer walk. Being rolled out of the woods is a bit embarrassing if you think about it.

Don’t embarrass yourself. Eat an apple instead.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken in Second Life by…me!

Second Life Location: Yosemite Valley (M) 

Posted in Food, Holiday, Home

Kaboom!

We’ve official made it to the 4th Of July! The picnic table is set. The grill is doing it’s grill thing. I put together a wonderful bar and Mr. C. Cow made a very patriotic looking cake with edible sparkles. Marslean’s firework spectacular is about ready to start and the party guests are full of the veggies Bishop grilled.

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We all hope that you have a wonderful (and firework safe) holiday with all of your family and friends! To those that are not in the states, we hope that you all have a great (and firework safe…seriously….fire explosions!) day!

Hopefully I can get a piece of cake before Mr. C. Cow decides to start licking it.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

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.