I have been feeling really down lately. Not exactly sure why I was all sorts of blue. We were stocked full of martini olives. The camper had a full tank of gas. Mr. C. Cow hadn’t chewed on any of our hand towels in the bathroom lately. Life has been pretty good.
Mr. C. Cow has noticed that I’ve been sad a lot. When I’m sad it makes him sad. This makes me sadder. It’s a vicious cycle of unhappiness filled with cow and otter tears. Instead of swimming around in his own cow tears, Mr. C. Cow decided that it was his job to cheer me up.
When it comes to cheering an individual up there is no one better than my best cow friend/family in the world. He knows what everyone needs when they need a bit of happiness in their life. If cotton candy makes you smile then he’ll fill an entire tractor-trailer full of the stuff just to see you do it. Music and dancing are easy to come by if that makes you grin because he’s there playing three instruments at the same time while dancing just to kick the sad out the door.
What could he do to put a little joy in my life. Worlds largest cocktail glass? One cow parade complete with a float? Pizza in the shape of a heart? Mr. C. Cow knows me better than anyone I know. He knows that the way to make me smile is when he draws me a picture.
A picture of our little family unit makes me smile. These are my peeps. My unit of support. I love each and every one of you guys and I love you Mr. C. Cow for picking me up out of the funk and making me happy again.
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.
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…..
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.
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.
We’ve been getting a lot of rain lately. So much rain that I’ve sometimes felt that the sun had gone on vacation. Last month it rained for three days in a row. I thought that the sun had skipped vacation and decided to just retire. All of this rain was getting tiresome and there was more on the way.
“April Showers Bring Wet Grass So Don’t Even Try To Mow The Lawn Today.” – Something or other that Bishop said last month.
Mr. C. Cow LOVES the rain. He likes to stomp in puddles and do some sort of rain dance. His rain dance involves a lot of booty wiggling and hoof clapping. Since we were going to be getting lots more rain (and a few thunderstorms!) Mr. C. went online to, who knows where, and bought himself a new pair of “rainy day hoof covers”. I snapped a picture of him outside during our last rain in his hoof covers.
I wonder where he goes to buy “rainy day hoof covers”. He’s been wearing his yellow ones with the blue swirls a lot lately but also owns a pair of pink ones with green stars. Maybe, for his birthday, I’ll get him a raincoat and hat to match.
Mr. C. Cow loves to puddle stomp but knows to come in when it starts to thunder. Do you remember the saying “When it roars go indoors?”. He follows that rule better than anyone I know. As soon as it starts to “Kraaaaaaarrk” out side he’s inside before it can even finish its last “aarrk”. I’m glad he’s into weather safety because I don’t want to see him get zapped by lightning or something worse. Mr. C. also knows that I am deathly afraid of thunderstorms. While at home Bishop will keep me occupied with tales of heavy machinery while Mr. C. Cow makes us all hot cocoa. If Marslean is around she’ll sometimes play cards with me while Mr. C. Cow makes us all hot cocoa. (Mr. C. has a fondness for hot cocoa.)
“Hot Cocoa Makes Everything In This World Better!” – Something Mr. C. Cow said this month.
Real Life Photo (During a real storm!) taken my yours truly.
Drawing of Mr. C. Cow also by me.
I know that a lot of places have been hit hard by the weather as of late. Our thoughts go out to you! If you would like to help out those who have had disaster hit their lives then I recommend you check out the Red Crossto see what you can do to help.
We finally made it home! Huzzah! Celebration noises! Confetti if we actually had confetti! (We actually threw around a few bagels we found in the camper. They were a bit stale so it wasn’t fun when they came back down.)
We’re glad to be back because Bishop needed some help with his current, secret, project that he’s building outside of our equipment company. I am also glad to be back as well because I needed to stretch my legs at home (even though they are pretty stubby legs) and get some important work done. Website work. Business paper work. Making little paper footballs work.
Mr. C. Cow is extremely glad to be back because he, recently, bought a new hard hat so he could help out Bishop with the important “Hammer, Nailing, Sawing, Making ALL The Things” stuff (as he likes to call it). Bishop is very proud of him for taking the initiative to keep safe. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that Mr. C. just thought it looked good on his head. What we really need to get the little cow is a pair of safety goggles. You wouldn’t know how many times he, randomly, pokes himself in the eye. Eating a stick of celery? Right in the eye. Doing a crossword puzzle? Pencil….right in the eye. I just think it’s the hoofs that give him a hard time holding onto things safely. Hopefully Bishop doesn’t give him a screwdriver or some sort of pointy object to build with. A paintbrush seems safer than risking a trip to the emergency room.
While I was doing important paper work stuff I could hear Bishop giving Mr. C. directions on building some sort of something or other. (It involved the use of nails and hammers).
“No…we don’t eat the hammer. You need to take the nail. No…not the donut on the table. No….not the wrench. The nail…yeah…the pointy small thing. The hammer doesn’t get hammered by the nail. The nail does not go there. I have a better idea……”
Bishop giving building directions to Mr. C. Cow
While Mr. C. danced to some music Bishop threw on the radio……
Bishop found the STRONGEST coffee he could to deal with Mr. C. and his attempts at the whole hammer and nail thing.
After one (or six) cups of coffee Bishop was perfectly fine helping out Mr. C. Cow and his building of the stuffs. Mr. C. Cow means well and he tries really hard. Bishop knows this and, after a few deep breaths, works with him to safely build something with his own two (wait….four) hoofs.
Gotta to hand it to Mr. C. because he always tries his best. Even if it’s hard or something new to learn he always puts 110% into it. I can’t wait to see what they are making. I’m proud of both of them working together.
Now if I could only get working on all of this paperwork!
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Drawings of Bishop and Mr. C. done by myself.
I have a bunch of projects that I work on (and oversee) each week so I needed a company to handle all of it (as well as put information on each along with links to them). So…I started one! If you want to see what we’re up to and see other projects that I (as well as others) work on then please check out Kinkhead Creations.
Mr. C. Cow and I were sitting around a campfire last night drinking coffee and staring at the camper. This got us thinking about those weird murals everyone seemed to paint on their vans in the 70s. If we were to paint a mural on our camper in the style of the 70s what would we paint on it? I said I would paint a wizard otter doing a swirl of disco magic. Mr. C. Cow sat quietly for a few minutes and contemplated what he would consider the ultimate in disco camper mural. His answer? “I’ll have to think about it.”
He sure is taking this whole van mural thing seriously!
I got out my otter friendly cell phone (It’s hard to use a non-otter friendly phone with these limbs!) and text messaged a few friends about what they would put on the camper as a 70s style mural.
“I would paint a lady bringing forth a very powerful force from a crystal ball.” – Marslean
“Smelly rat man with his tongue hanging out and eyes bulging riding in a flaming hot rod. Emphasis on the smelly and flames.” – Bishop
I even called my mother and asked her what she kind of mural she would paint. She said “An American flag with a peace sign on it. That was really popular in the 70s.”. We then spent the next ten minutes discussing 70s fashion. I don’t know if my otter butt would look good in hot pants.
When I got off of the phone Mr. C. Cow had disappeared to, I presumed, bed. It was kinda late so I made my way to dreamland as well.
The next morning Mr. C. Cow had left a picture he had drawn in the night of what his mural would look like. Let me show you:
As you can see it is a rainbow cow climbing a mountain at night with a wolf howling on the moon. It is a wolf as I asked for clarification. (I thought it was a cat!) I like how Mr. C. Cow took the time to think this through then got out some colored pencils and drew his masterpiece. If we ever decide to paint a 70s mural on our camper I’m hiring him to do the job!
I want to say thank you to everyone for answering my 70s van mural question.
My mother for taking my phone call and not thinking that I was too weird for asking. Thanks Mom!
Marslean for actually drawing out her mural idea then getting too embarrassed to share what she drew. It’s ok. I tried drawing an otter wizard six plus times and it just didn’t work out. Maybe it’s because I can only draw stick figures. (You can check out Marsleans own website HERE!)
Bishop sent me a picture he found of what he would use as his 70s mural. This photo was fun to describe! I would like to point out that his smelly rat man had flies buzzing around it.
Today we got a WONDERFUL letter from Mr. C. Cow’s cousin “Cowabunga”. He’s been a avid reader of our postcards since the beginning. He sent us a few pictures of his artwork.
Here we can see Mr. C. Cow and the camper stopped at some lovely flowers. Cowabunga informed us that he thought we would stop at flowers because we would use them to decorate the camper. (Note To Self: Get a nice flower vase so we don’t have to keep putting flowers in old jars of peanut butter.)
My favorite part of this drawing he sent us has to be of Mr. C. Cow himself. I’ve never seen a happier cow holding a flower!
Because Cowabunga wanted to be a part of this post he sent us a great selfie. I wonder if he has a special selfie stick to use when you have hoofs. If not then someone should invent one. Although, you might not make too much money as I’ve never met a cow that didn’t try to pay for something with cud.
Cowabunga did send us the original drawing so we hung it up on our little camper fridge. Mr. C. Cow used his flower shaped magnet he got at a park we visited to match the flowers in the drawing. We send a big THANK YOU to for sending us the drawing as well as the photos. We’re really going to have to visit Mr. C. Cow’s cousin sometime.
If you would like to send us a picture of any drawings you have depicting our adventures on the road you can send them to firstname.lastname@example.org!
I enjoy art. Mr. C. Cow enjoys art and thinks it’s a part of a complete breakfast. I, personally, think that art should only be eaten at cocktail parties. We might not agree on the proper meal with which to dine on fine art but we both agree that art is awesome.
Today we made a stop at an art gallery to feel a little more refined and artsy. My little cow thought I said another word besides “artsy” so I had to inform him that rude noises and smells were not proper in an art gallery. He was a tad bit embarrassed but quickly got over it when we found cake.
I’ve never been to an art museum that features it’s own “Cakery”. It makes sense because thinking about lines, colors, and artistic expression kinda makes you hungry. I was able to stop Mr. C. Cow from eating all of the cake at the Cakery. He kept mooing “But it’s free cake!!! Eat…It…All….”. Sometimes it’s hard to explain to a cow that we need to leave food for other people.
Both our stomachs and our minds full we felt satisfied in many ways as we pulled out and onto the road.