Posted in Nature, News, Park, Real Life, Weather


This Summer has been brutal. It’s been so hot that we’ve been scarce in our postcard sending. The hot weather has melted many of Mr. C. Cow’s ice cream cones and has caused him to be too distraught to talk about it. Marslean spent most of her Summer vacation running through a gauntlet of sprinklers to keep cool. No…seriously…she set up an entire gauntlet of various sprinkler types to gallop through. It was pretty epic!

As for Bishop and myself we both had our own, unique, issues with the heat. Bishop is a beast when it comes to hot weather. He can yell at the fact that Mr. C. Cow is cooking an egg on his hard hat (he did) because of the temperature but will still function in any capacity. I’m not sure how he does it as I took up the habit of passing out in the blazing heat. Not joking. When it felt like it was hotter then the surface of the sun I would bonk out.

“Where’s Tipsy?”

“Oh…She just passed out because it’s boiling outside.”

It wasn’t a refreshing, fun filled season that I was hoping for. I enjoy warm weather, grilling vegetables, playing outdoor games with Mr. C. Cow, and drinking frosty beverages with Bishop. Watching Marslean run through the “Super Sprinkler Gauntlet Of Aqua-mazing”. I am a super fan of Summer sports. This season was pfffttttt from the fact that it was so hot I melted a flip flop going outside.

I approve of the cooler weather!

When one season tries to take you out one must always push onto……..

Yah for Fall!

Goooo Fall!!!!

I am here for colors, costume making, football watching, cooler elements. Mr. C. Cow not lose his ice cream, Bishop not tolerate the volcano wave temperatures, and Marslean not have to run the trial of the vaporizing cooler. (Yeah…made it sound more awesome!!)

Here’s to not melting anymore!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in SL (by me!) at Angelhaven (M)

We have been slacking in the postcard department lately but will be back to normal soon. It has been hotter than I’ve seen in years and…blaaattffttt….yeah…pass out action. I’m ok! I AM OK! Don’t panic! Breathing. Have a heartbeat. Not dying. It was just brutal this year. May the Fall be ever in our favor!

I am a forrest photo and I approve of this postcard!
Posted in Beach, Tourist Attraction

Wiggly Eyes

Mr. C. Cow wanted to stop at some random beach the other day to collect seashells. He was watching some crafty show on television the other day so he’s been into multiple different types of crafts. One day we were hiking so he could find pretty rocks to turn into various rocky woodland creature statues complete with wiggly eyes. Another day we were looking for different fall leaves so that he could make holiday centerpieces. Today it was the need to look for seashells so that he could make them into necklaces.  I’m really glad that Mr. C. Cow has gotten into the whole arts and crafts thing. It’s good to see him making something beautiful with his own two (counts…four) hoofs.

While searching the beach for the perfect shells we happened upon two animals holding up a sign pointing to where the party was. What party you ask? Well…we have absolutely no clue what party they were talking about. Beach party? Birthday party? When they told us we were more then welcome to come to the party it didn’t matter what kind it was. Free cake!


I’m always up for the random party. It’s one of the main reasons I keep party hats in the glove box in case of emergency. I also cannot deny Mr. C. Cow (Who was standing there with this bucket of shells moo-ing about free food) the opportunity to get his party on. Following their sign directions we went in search of the party party.

It ended up being more of a fall festival party then a party that involved cake. Mr. C. Cow was a tad bit upset at first since he believes that all parties should involve cake. Doesn’t matter if it’s a cocktail party or beach party, there should always be a cake.

We did run into a humorous chipmunk who was eating apples while laying in a hammock. Mr. C. Cow took their picture then made it into an advertisement trying to sell hammocks.


I see that his current love of arts and crafts combined with his newfound talent for taking postcards has morphed into making fake advertisements. Everyone needs a hobby I guess.

After eating multiple bushels of apples we took Mr. C. Cows bucket of shells back to the camper and were on our way. I can’t wait to see what his necklaces will look like when he’s done. Life is funny sometimes as we went from shell hunting to party guests to hammock sales people then back to making shell necklaces. Can’t say we’re boring.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Balamb Garden (M) 


Posted in Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Flavors Of Autumn

Mr. C. Cow doesn’t understand the whole concept of “Pumpkin Spice Latte”. It’s not that he doesn’t understand why people drink it. It’s pumpkin and he likes pumpkin. What he doesn’t understand is how people seem to forget all of the other “flavors of autumn”. Cranberry. Apple. Leaf pile. Pumpkin is cool and all but he thinks others just seem to forget every other fall flavor and just concentrate on that one. Doesn’t seem to fair in his mind.

Who will think of the apples???!!!??

After pondering the true meaning of the pumpkin spice, Mr. C. Cow and I wandered around a quaint little cobblestone street while stretching our legs. Between the two of us we have six legs so that’s a lot of stretching. We browsed bookstores, smelled all the smells the local bakery had to offer, and stared in the windows of a fancy tearoom.

I need this sign for the camper. 

While I was discussing the pros and cons of running your own food cart with a local pretzel vendor I heard a lot of moo-laughing followed by splashing. I attempted to keep my conversation on pretzel salt prices going but it was too hard. When one hears a lot of moo-laughing followed by splashing you have to see where the source is coming from. You might not want to but you most certainly have to.

What did I find? Oh…I found a certain little cow taking a bath with a bird in a fountain! 


I quickly ran over to the fountain (Much to the amusement of the pretzel vendor) and asked Mr. C. Cow what he was doing in the fountain.

Me: What are you doing in that fountain?

Mr. C. Cow: Taking a bath. (Starts singing while washing cow pits)

Me: Why would you think it was a good idea to take a bath in the middle of a small town….in broad daylight… front of everyone????!!??

Mr. C. Cow: Well…the birds were taking a bath and I thought I could use one too. (Keeps singing while washing hoofs)

I quickly (and nicely) got Mr. C. Cow out of the fountain, gave the whole “Sorry! Sorry about that!” look to the locals, and led him back to the camper for a towel. I know that birds take baths in public but I really don’t think Mr. C. Cow should.

While our little (now clean) cow was drying off I went back outside to, again, tell the locals that I was so sorry he took a bath in their fountain. Much to my surprise they weren’t angry. It made their day. Not only did they think it was funny they gave me a few pretzels for the road.

I guess that, when faced with a bathing cow in your fountain, it might put a smile on your face. Especially if they like to sing in the bathtub.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Malal’s Autumn (M)