Posted in Holiday, Park

Inching Every So Closer

Mr. C. Cow would like to wish everyone a very merry “Christmas In July”.

Yeah…….It’s July. Our jolly cow friend is just a tad bit too excited for the holiday season to approach. It’s been so hot outside that I think I melted a pair of shoes walking from a carry out to the camper. One time the sun and I had a discussion about, maybe, calming down a few degrees but they didn’t listen. Do you know how much beehives on an otter sweat when exposed to seven billion (possibly exaggerated) degrees? I do not feel we are even close to the gift giving, Santa loving time of the year.

With that said….Happy “Christmas In July” from Mr. C. Cow.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

I took this photo in SL at the Christmas at North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M). Yes….we went and paid a visit to Mr. C. Cow’s buddy Mr. Claus. He’s doing well. Did a bit of surfing on his off time. Ate a lot of beach food from various food trucks. Did take Ms. Claus on that art museum walking tours she’s been dying to do. Glad to hear that they are enjoying their off time.

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Tourist Attraction

Cheering Team

Dear Mr. Claus,

Another year has gone by and I still think about the day that you invited me to be a part of your official crew. I am, eternally, grateful for the opportunity to be your friend as well as take on some holiday responsibility.  I am writing to you with my gift list this year but I only ask for one thing. My friends are my family and they mean the world to me. I would like to ask you to bring them presents because, although I have stopped chewing on curtains, want to use my good throughout the year to bring those I love gifts. This would mean the world to me.

I’ve Been To The North Pole!

For Bishop: Please bring him a new set of work gloves as his polar bear paws get cold when he has to work on equipment when it’s snowing out. If you can add a hat, scarf, and no snow when he’s trying to fix a forklift I ran into a tree that would be awesome. (Thank you for giving him the patience to put up with my forklift into various stuff last year. Maybe I need the gift of forklift lessons.)

To Marslean: Please bring her a helmet for when she’s practicing her flying. She is a marvelous flyer but I can be a distraction at times. I don’t want her to crash into the equipment company roof while I’m trying to show her how I can juggle candy canes AND sugar cookies AT THE SAME TIME! (Maybe I need the gift of not trying to get attention while others are trying to concentrate.)

To Tipsy: She is my best friend and the gift she has for watching over all of us has made us a real family. She’s short foot short inches but has the grace of someone who isn’t the height of a sack of potatoes. I would say platform heels but Tipsy is pretty ok with having to use a step stool, ladder scaffolding, and a box to reach the top kitchen cabinet shelves. Maybe some hair spray to replace all of the stuff I used trying to make my rainbow wig reach new (spectacular) heights. (Maybe I need to learn to ask before using someones stuff up.)

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I hope that I have been a good enough part of your team this year to receive gifts for my friends. Thank you for being a great holly jolly friend. Hope to see you in the off-season again for a bit of surfing.

Mr. C. Cow


(A Note From Tipsy)

Mr. C. Cow doesn’t realize a few things this holiday season. it’s not in any bad way but it shows that he, as always, is never thinking about just himself. Mr. C. is concerned with the presents his friends are going to receive and this makes him want to make sure that they get what he feels they deserve. This is at the sacrifice of his own holiday gift receiving cheer. When he says that he feels bad for the various things he did in 2018 (accidentally crashing the forklift which was, not mentioned, on an icy pavement) this makes me want to explain why he shouldn’t feel bad for the actions that he couldn’t control.

*Bishop: The forklift was on an icy surface in bad weather. It skidded out and hit a port-a-potty. Disgusting? Yes! The deal is that it wasn’t Mr. C. Cow’s fault. He was just there.

*Marslean: I don’t need a helmet because I crash every time you make a joke Mr. C. Cow. Your jokes make me laugh, feel relaxed, and want to try harder. Without you I wouldn’t have a cheering team that owns their own pom poms.

*Tipsy: You are family Mr. C. Cow. You’ve been a permanent member of this family since I first met you. I don’t care if you use up all of my volumizing hair spray because you are considerate enough to go to the store and buy more. Even if you didn’t I would still love you. Santa Claus doesn’t need to bring any of us presents because we have you. And you deserve everything on your list.



Second Life Location: Christmas At The North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M)

All photos edited and taken by….you guessed it….me!


Posted in Holiday, Nature, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Norths Around Here Somewhere

The holiday season is funny sometimes. Sometimes you find yourself trying to find Santa Claus with a cow determined to touch his beard. (I said we do not lick beards so he had to settle with asking the Claus if he could touch it). Other times you find yourself trying to avert a small cows eyes from certain packages under some individuals holiday trees.

Glad They Got What They Asked For!

Yes…we are still on the hunt for Santa Claus. Mr. C. Cow REALLY has a few important questions to ask him. I think they are all pretty important questions to ask the big man himself.

How long did it take you to grow your beard?

Can I have a cool seat cover for the camper? Something in a cow print. (But fake cow!)

Do you practice your ho ho ho holiday spirt every day or every other day?

How many cookies do you eat in one night?

On our search for the Claus we stopped to chit chat with a few of the local wildlife. They were unsure of where the North Pole was (I keep saying “Umm…Mr. C. Cow…It’s North!” but no one seems to listen to me.) BUT were great company none the less.

Did you know that arctic foxes are great at making gourmet hot chocolate? I never knew this and was delighted when a fox by the name of “Gumdrop” shared some of his special stash. (I wonder if Gumdrop is related to Pieni somehow.)

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Mr. C. Cow along with his new friends (Gumdrops neighbors Myrtle & Nancy Deer stopped in for some of the cocoa action) discussed the proper way to find Mr. Claus. There was talk of GPS (They thought it stood for “Great Place Search”.) use as well as attempting a trap involving milk and cookies. I just stayed out of this whole conversation (mumbling “Head North”! under my breath) and drank the hot chocolate.

When it was time to go they were no closer to figuring out where the North Pole was then they were when they first started. I wasn’t worried that their conversation didn’t lead them anywhere. I was just glad Mr. C. Cow was able to share his holiday excitement. Luckily for him I not only have something called “GPS” I can also find North on a compass.

Mr. C. Cow…I WILL get you to the Big Bearded Man!!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Mieville Tinyopolis (M)

Miss Mattie, who owns Tinyopolis, has a wonderful blog that I think you should check out. You can find it right HERE!

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Posted in Tourist Attraction

Gingerbread Of Fleet Street

Mr. C. Cow, being in the holiday spirit, wanted to go to the source of all of that reindeer lore and present giving. It’s not easy trying to take someone to the source of the big man in the red suit and the place that presents are made. Knowing this we stopped for cookies beforehand. Cookies = Super Ho Ho Ho Strength!

Try….Our…Gingerbread Cookies……

When greeted by giant ginger bread cookies asking you what you would like to try I CANNOT eat a cookie. I don’t care if it’s just in the shape of a circle. YOU CANNOT TRUST IT! (Gives the shifty “you know what I’m saying” eyes). Mr. C. Cow just had a coffee. We slowly backed out of the door like we were being stalked by some barber named Todd.

After that scary attempt at cookies we went back on Mr. C. Cow’s quest for the source of those presents that you find under a holiday tree each year. I told him it might be Santa Claus but he felt that it could be some sort of reverse thief.

Reverse thief? What in the name of jingle bells is a “reverse thief”?

Mr. C. Cow said that a “reverse thief” is someone that doesn’t steal from you but leaves you presents. It usually happens during the holidays. I asked him what a “reverse thief” looks like and he said they usually wear a lot of red and say “Ho Ho Ho” a lot. Of course I am scared of a regular thief so now I’m kinda scared of a reverse one. Not sure if I should be or not.

Lost, slightly (ok mostly) confused, and in need of directions to this so called “holiday place of origin” I stopped and asked the only individual I could think of that could help us. A penguin.

Take The Fish Leave The Presents. 

We stopped. I asked. He pointed to, I am not joking, the building right in front of him. Seriously? Seriously! He said that the source of everything Kringle was right there. The almighty power of the present. The elf on the…where does it go again….in front of us. By now I am not only hungry (WHO EATS GINGER BREAD COOKIES SOLD BY GINGER BREAD PEOPLE!??!!?), confused, not exactly sure what we were doing anymore, AND in need of a  nap we had found some sort of mystical place where those presents come from that  you get every December 25th.

Mr. C. Cow was mooing in anticipation.

I was looking for a cocktail shaker because my nerves needed it. 

The penguin was using ice skates to skate around and it was confusing. (Do penguins REALLY need ice skates? Come on!)

We walked up the steps to the door. Inch by inch. Step by step. Building suspense to the next part that comes after you are suppose to build suspense. What we found was……dramatic pause….GASP

A sign.



A safety sign? 


Yes. It was a safety sign. Neither Mr. C. Cow or myself had any hats on us. (He had a fedora but we were told that didn’t count. Who doesn’t count a fedora? Mean people is the answer!!!)

Sadly we had to leave. All the hats were down the hill  (near that SCARY bakery) in the camper. I wasn’t sad as much as relieved (and still confused as to what the h-e-double-hockey sticks was going on in this whole postcard stop). Mr. C. Cow was also not upset. He felt that anyone that put a flat out safety sign telling him to wear a holiday hat was just trying to fake him out. (Conspiracy theory of the holidays is born!) Renewed in his quest to find the present source (and…come on Mr. C. Cow…were you NOT freaked out by the gingerbread people??) he was ready to get in the camper and ride. Ride on to our holiday source. Our ho ho destiny. Our (I’m running out of holly jolly references here) answer to the mistletoe, the stockings, and everything.

I need a drink.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Christmas at the North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M)

This place has been around since forever. It isn’t new and shiny. It isn’t newer items and graphics but it’s still fun to check out for a few moments just for the kid inside of you. Sometimes my cold little heart will point to something like this. Take a few virtual retro moments and giggle. And possibly feel some sort of holiday spirit.

If you still don’t know what Second Life is then I suggest you take a moment to look  HERE.