Posted in Food, Real Life

The Whip Cream Incident

Thirty-seven and a half days ago we were doing pretty good. The birds were singing. No one was licking food out of bowls. Life was great. Until….the whip cream incident.

The day started out as any other, normal, day. We stopped early to gas the camper up. Mr. C. Cow made chocolate chip pancakes with homemade whip cream. I had gotten in my required morning coffee intake. Breakfast was delicious, as usual. Things felt pretty marvelous until I noticed the whip cream bowl on the camper counter…..

Whip Cream
Gasp!!!

Someone wasn’t just putting it on top of breakfast. The majority of this whip cream was not making it onto a dish. Someone was licking it out of the bowl during breakfast. I was horrified! Had Mr. C. Cow reverted to licking food out of a bowl before serving? Were we back to wondering if our food had been cow tongue attacked before it was given to us? Had thirty-seven and a half days of restraint been destroyed by a fluffy pancake topping?

I was apprehensive at the thought of having to pull out the interrogation lamps. Making Mr. C. sweat it out under the lights while I asked him how many dishes he had licked before serving did not sound like the normal day that we had started out with. Was all of our progress back to zero?

Before I had a chance to get out the questioning chair, Mr. C. started cleaning up the dishes from breakfast. He noticed I was staring at the whip cream bowl with a mixture of horror and sadness on my face. As I opened my mouth, Mr. C. Cow produced a spoon that he had used to eat the whip cream. No one had licked the bowl. No one had used a spatula to shovel food into their mouth. A spoon, not used more than once, had been used to eat. Double dipping had not happened. Our thirty-seven and a half days were safe. So was our appetites.

Lesson learned….sometimes you need to not jump to conclusions before you know all of the facts. Trust in your friends. Even if it involves breakfast.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken by me.

Actual photo of whip cream that we made. No one double dipped into the bowl. Huzzah!

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Posted in Home, Nature

Field Tested Carrot Approved

We’ve been super busy around the house as of late. Mr. C. Cow has been redecorating the kitchen as well as helping Marslean study for her pony school tests. His idea of studying involves asking questions like “How many carrots can you eat in one minute if you’re unquestionably starving because you skipped breakfast?”. While I do not feel that this is a legitimate math question, Mr. C. feels that it is an important answer to know. To humor him, Marslean challenged him to field test the problem. Our current solution is six.

While Mr. C. Cow and Marslean have been studying, I’ve been dealing with a peacock problem named “Ervin”. Ervin has been staying with us, with permission from Marslean, while his condo is being remodeled. I’m all for helping out a friend in need but Ervin hasn’t learned how to pick up his towels from the floor after showering. I’ve also had a problem with him leaving feathers all over the living room. Hopefully his remodeling will not drag on much longer. There are only so many times I can pick feathers out of a decorative bowl of hard candy before it will drive me to insanity.

Speaking of insanity, just last week while I was grocery shopping, I watched someone buy an entire cart full of kale. As I waited patiently to buy some, they took every last piece they could get their hands out and wiped out the entire supply. When the produce stock guy came back he stood in the way, calmly waited for the kale stock to be refilled, then took all of that as well. Who fills an entire cart full of kale? Who needs that much kale? I only wanted a pound of the stuff and I felt that I was muscled out of my greens. The world is a strange place!

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Nope…..not kale!!!!!

 

Strange shopping aside, we have a long, three-day weekend coming up! Bishop is planning on BBQ-ing some of those math problem carrots, Marslean is going to take a break from studying, and Mr. C. Cow (hopefully) will have our kitchen remodel finished.

We hope you all have an amazing weekend!

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

 

Posted in Art, Real Life

Pick Me Up

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.

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AWWWWW!!!!!!

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.

Cows and art….is there nothing they can’t do?

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Posted in Real Life, Weather

Swoodl

Today has been breezy. Not a “this wind is making my hair look great” breezy. More of a “these gusts are whipping my hair into my eyeballs” breezy. I’ve tried to go to the post office a few times to send out postcards but the wild winds keep blowing me back inside.

Sunny But Windy!

Because tree limbs keep blowing off of the trees and flying around the power has been sketchy. This has made postcards via the internet impossible. My poor computer is unplugged and looking very glum over not being used. Sorry computer! Blinking power means you’ll have to go energy hungry for a while.

How, due to the weather, am I sending this postcard to all of you? By using one of those mobile clever telephone things. Mr. C. Cow bought it for me because he was tired of me complaining about using his phone. It’s hard to use a cows mobile phone as they have a special “hoof option” that only applies to those with hoofs. Marslean, being a winged unicorn, can borrow it but my tiny otter paws are a no go.

Speaking of Marslean, she’s been sitting at our kitchen table playing one of those word making games since the computer is off limits. It’s one of those educational diversions where you are given random letters to make words out of. When I asked how it was going she wanted to know why the word “Swoodl” couldn’t be a real word.

Swoodl?

This started a great conversation as to what the definition of “Swoodl” would be:

Mr. C. Cow – “The act of swinging a noodle around.”

Marslean- “Acting crazy and wiggly at the same time.”

Me – “When you swoon when cuddling.”

Good thing we’re not in charge of new word dictionary definitions!

Hopefully the wind will die down so I can go to the post office, the computer can eat a power snack, and things will get back to normal.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Real life photo taken by me attempting to go outside without blowing over.

Sorry for the, not so neat, editing. Using a smart phone to write is a pain!

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, 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

Thankful For Brownies

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone From Mr. C. Cow And Myself!!

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We heard about this whole thing where people have turkey for Thanksgiving. We invited Fred the turkey since a day to be thankful should be filled with friends and food. Fred informed us that when people usually say “having turkey for Thanksgiving” they usually means they are eating it. Mr. C. Cow and I  wouldn’t eat a Turkey, especially one as great as Fred. When we say we’re having turkey we’re usually having them over to eat with us.

As you can see in our postcard above we were on the desert portion of our meal. Mr. C. Cow and I were going very untraditional and skipping the pumpkin pie. He was more in the mood for brownies and you can never go wrong with a  good brownie. Also helps that Mr. C. Cow made them himself. Fred asked for a pie so he was given a pie. I’m amazed we didn’t have to give him a “to go” container as he ate the whole thing! If I ate a whole pie in one sitting I would feel kinda ill.

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We hope that, no matter if you celebrate Thanksgiving or not, that you have spent the day with people (and cows and jackrabbits and otters and anything else you want to hang out with) you love.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: This is my personal house in-world. Maybe I’ll do an open house in December with food so that everyone has someone to hang with during the holiday season.