Posted in Food, Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Who Doesn’t Like Asparagus?

Fall is in the air and it’s one of the best seasons of the year to hit up a farmers market.

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Found it with only one wrong turn!

I know that Summer is also a good time. Spring isn’t bad either. Autumn markets are the prime time for buying if you’re into the squash, pumpkins, and brussels sprouts. They are also great for those of us who have to plan a unique and enormous Thanksgiving holiday menu. When you have guests that don’t eat meat, are usually considered the “main entrée”, and won’t eat asparagus (Who doesn’t like asparagus??!!??) it can be a challenge.

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Autumn Pretty……

Mr. C. Cow went with me on what he called my “squash quest” to start planning the holiday feast. I think he only wanted to come along because it involves food and questing. Anything that he considers a “quest” always needs a heroic cow sidekick. I don’t know how much protection I need on a “squash quest” but I’ll take the extra set of helping hoofs to carry groceries.

As luck has it I was able to get a good idea on what to serve this year without it involving meat or (sigh) asparagus. No warlocks tried to block my way to the market. Not a single booby trap was tripped while walking from the camper. We didn’t even see any forbidding signs telling us to “beware”. I think the quest protection was not needed but Mr. C. Cow said his being there was working.

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No booby traps next to the pumpkins!

Speaking of Mr. C. Cow, he seemed to find the whole farmers market thing amusing. Before you could say “But I like asparagus!” he was standing next to a cart juggling gourds. I don’t think the gourd seller appreciated it until I gave him a few dollars for the juggled produce. When Mr. C. attempted to trade an old shoestring he found in his pocket for an apple from an agitated orchard grower, I was able to distract him with snacks.

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Is there anything donuts can’t do?

Holiday meal planning takes a lot of time and effort when you’re trying to do the best you can for all of your family and friends. I’m glad I have enough time to get a menu all planned out. Maybe Mr. C. Cow can resist the urge to haggle or juggle the next time we’re at a market and help me out. At least he kept me safe from warlocks.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos (taken in Second Life) by me!

Second Life Location: Malal’s Autumn (M)

Marslean is the one that asked that we not serve any asparagus at this years meal. I don’t think we’ve ever served it for Thanksgiving but she insisted it not be on the table. After explaining that it wasn’t even in season, she was still adamant that we not serve it. I’m going to have to find out if this is a taste thing or a fear thing. If it’s fear then would it be “asparagaphobia”?

 

 

 

 

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Posted in Nature, News, Real Life

Back In The Captains Chair

I would like to apologize for the lack of postcards to all of my friends these last two months. Life has been pretty rough and things had to take a back seat. Mr. C. Cow says I should call it “Back camper” but now understands because we do have seats in the camper rear.

Yes…he did giggle when I said “rear”…..

Why were we gone? Well…..I got a really bad cold and that took a bit of getting over. During my “sick period”, Mr. C. Cow got a hang nail, err, hoof and almost had to be hospitalized. He didn’t really, almost, end up in the hospital. He just likes to tell the story that way.

What has been going on since we’ve been missing?

*Marslean was helping Bishop do a bit of work around the shop yard and ran into a snake. I should say she saw the snake and ran in the opposite direction. Being a snake it was unable to run so it kinda panic slithered away. No one was injured and they have now become best friends.

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Marslean’s Friend “Frankie”. 

*Bishop has been doing a lot of project work for someone he calls “The Dragon”. It sounds mysterious but it’s actually just a dragon who needed to rent some equipment. Not as medieval as it sounds.

*A band of Armadillos attempted to steal the camper while Mr. C. Cow was in the gas station buying gum. Luckily, they were unable to figure out how to put the camper in reverse and were caught instantly. The armadillos were given community service and Mr. C. now takes the vehicle keys into the store when buying gum.

*While I laid on a couch wishing my illness away I attempted to learn to knit. Many tears and attempts later I have still not gotten past the stage where you actually make something. I can’t even get passed the stage where you’re suppose to put the yarn on the needle-ma-jiggy.  I’m thinking I might have the whole thing down if I live to be five hundred.

That’s what’s been going on with all of us from “Postcards At Tipsy”. I hope everyone has been doing great and is excited that we are back in action!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Posted in Nature, Park, Real Life

Tree Couture

I caught Mr. C. Cow standing outside of the camper today holding a bunch of tree branches. One in his mouth, a few strapped to his middle, and a couple on his horns held together by twisty ties.

“What in the name of nature are you doing?” I, politely, inquired.

“I’m being one with the trees!” was Mr. C.’s answer.

How is wearing multiple types of tree branches make someone “one with the trees”? Pine accented with oak makes more of a wood pile than a “one with trees” fashion statement. Mixing tree types is like wearing socks with sandals. Then again, I like to wear a beehive as an outfit centerpiece. What the heck do I know?

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These Are Trees.

I wish Marslean was camping with us. She could witness Mr. C. Cow with his tree branch couture. Marslean is also the only one of us that owns an entire tree guide. I only have a half a guide as Mr. C. chewed on mine. She’s also the only one that could probably look at his wood pile of an outfit and, somehow, make it look fabulous.

While Mr. C. Cow was outside in his branch outfit singing about “Trees And Love”, I got on this amazing invention called “The Internet” and looked up a few tree facts. I thought that, since I didn’t have a branch ensemble, I could, at least, learn more than the words “bark” and “leaf”.

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These Are Also Trees….

Did you know that the indentation between the lobes of a leaf are called a “sinus”? 

I’m now staring out the window at Mr. C. Cow’s outfit trying to find ear lobes on a leaf and figure out if they get sinus infections. Nature is hard.

I think it’s time to get Mr. C. back into the camper, minus the tree garb, and back on the road. His little nature stunt has made me realize we might need to brush up on our timber knowledge.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos (taken by me!) while out and about in the wonderful, real world of nature.

Yes….I do know that trees do not have ear lobes OR sinus infections.

Posted in Beach, Home, Real Life

Extreme Couponing

I am well versed in the fine art of coupon cutting.  When there is a sale I am more than willing to spend hours trying to find a coupon to make the sale even better. I hate spending full price on anything. It’s outrageous! One time I got a fifty pack of bottled water for a dollar. While I did a victory lap with the shopping cart, Mr. C. Cow and Bishop both stared at me like I was some sort of weirdo. Some people just don’t get it.

I am, extraordinarily, lucky that I coupon because Mr. C. Cow has…GASP….(Seriously….someone needs to gasp with me..)….started purchasing WAY TOO MANY floating things to go in a pool. I know. It’s the type of drama that makes you pass out due to excitement.  I’ve seen loungers. We’ve seen countless beach balls. Bishop has blown up giant sharks wearing saddles. I once caught Marlsean sneaking an inflatable tug boat into the house because Mr. C. Cow wanted to make a game out of it. It’s out of control!

Pools are CRAZY.  I, cannot, wrap my head around filling something full of water then throwing a bunch of chemicals in it. Not only does it make your hair smell gross but it doesn’t seem natural to me. Find a lake, an ocean, a puddle, or something! Maybe it’s the otter in me but…blah…yucky!

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The Blow Up Whale Looks Pretty Happy.

While shopping for the latest in floating pool accessories, we ran into one of the weirdest safety signs of all time. It was on a gargantuan, inflatable ice cream cone so the warning went into the realm of food weird. I don’t even know if it’s trying to tell us to be safe. Take a look:

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What the what what??!!??

The exclamation point, clearly, states that this is an important sign to pay attention to. At first glance of the directions and/or safety portion it looks like you need to fill an ice cream machine from the top to have it come out the bottom. Mr. C. Cow thought the machine was peeing (I ignored this thought). We couldn’t find anything resembling a machine anywhere on the inflatable ice cream cone. This was the best we could come up with:

“Be sure to fill your rocket ship 100% before blasting off.” – Mr. C. Cow (I don’t think a pool float is a rocket ship. Wouldn’t it melt?)

“Horses, when shot into space, have a 100% chance of exploding when hitting the ground.” – Marslean (I showed her the photo and now she scares me. Who shoots horses into space??!!?? Isn’t she a pony? Oh…My….Equine…..) 

“I think that the “+ 1″ means we are supposed to roll a die to determine who gets to use the inflatable ice cream cone.” – Me

“I think we’re suppose to roll to see how quickly the horse explodes.” – Marslean

“I still think it has something to do with pee.” – Mr. C. Cow (Who is still being ignored for his bathroom chatter.) 

After all of this chit-chat about signs, horse-splosions, and other (freaky) pool accessories chat, we went with a blow up pencil. It seemed safer and would come in handy if anyone needed to write something down.

Maybe I should get a matching inflatable notebook to have something to write on.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

1st Photo Taken In Second Life. 2nd Photo Taken While Out And About In This Place Called “The Real World”.

Second Life Photo Taken At My Personal, Virtual, Home.

Both Photos Taken By Me!

 

Posted in Real Life

Sorry

I am very sorry that I have been lacking in the postcard department. I am the type of otter that keeps to a schedule and FREAKS OUT if I don’t do what I need to do. It makes me all sort of fainting.

There has been so much going on in life (as well as being sick…which stinks…) that my body has informed me that I need a vacation. Mr. C. Cow has already built me a pillow fort to rule over. Marslean has made me so much soup that I am not sure if I can soup anymore. Bishop kissed my forehead, put his hard hat back on (after giving me a hat tip salute), and went off to do what polar bears do. I am VERY lucky to have loved ones who care about me.

So…on polar bear/cow/pony/maybe doctor orders we will be back with new postcards on (Looks at a calendar she snuck in without anyone noticing she was doing some sort of work thing)…..Tuesday Sept. 26th. 

Thank you all for reading….please come back…hahaha. No…seriously…we appreciate all of you that receive our postcards and keep coming back for more of our adventures. Mr. C. Cow told me that I need to start taking care of myself and I am going to follow his orders. He might not be a real doctor (although he does own a doctor costume for Halloween) but he’s right. Health should come first.

See you on the 26th. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

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) 

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)