Posted in Beach, Food, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Peeper Enhancer

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.

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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…..

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Punk Octo-Beach Ball?

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.

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Where are you octo-punk-tapus?

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. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Pictures taken by myself in Second Life

Second Life Location: 50s Housewife Community (M)

Thank you to Marslean from “Marslean’s World” for her help with Mr. C. Cows sea creature drawing. You can check out her website HERE. 

 

 

Posted in Road

Sandy Lemons

Route7a

 

Don’t ask me where Route 7 is exactly or which route in what area or whatever it was. We weren’t exactly sure but we drove down it anyways. The road wasn’t made out of broken glass so we were taking it. As we were motoring along we started to pass the ocean with it’s spectacular views and ocean-y smells. Mr. C. Cow was enjoying the smells so much that he had his head out of the passenger window. Giant cow tongue flapping in the wind while he made this “Snnnrrffffff” sniffing sound to take it all in. Mr. C. Cow is funny sometimes and it was a beautiful day to be funny.

As we kept driving down the road we started noticing sand on the road. The farther we went the more sand we ran into. At one point we might have been driving on the beach that just happened to have pieces of a road sticking up out of it. Mr. C. Cow found this amusing but I didn’t. Not only was it slowing our camper down it was also sticking to his tongue. I explained that you cannot keep smelling the sweet salty air and not expect to get a tongue full of sand. He just said he’d brush it out later.

Instead of freaking out about the possibility of sand getting on everything I decided to take a deep breath. Relax. Meditate. Om. Taking a page from the Mr. C. Cow book we pulled over and built a few sand castles by the side of the road. When life hands you lemons make lemonade. Just don’t get any sand in it.

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“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Route 7 

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Landlubber

corsaircove

 

Ahoy me land lovin’ buckos! I hope all be well with you. Today we found a lovely park with a beach overlookin’ t’vast virtual ocean. T’ocean waves be calmin’ as we lay here on our blankets and stare up at t’sky. It’s times like these that I’m glad we got in arrr camper and headed out.

While at the park Mr. C. Cow bought me a nautical dictionary. I haven’t had the heart to tell him that it wasn’t nautical but more like a pirate dictionary. As you can see I’ve been practicing so that it will make him feel good about his purchase. I’m now in the mood for some Grog and I wonder if we could make a retractable plank for people to walk just in case our camper ever gets boarded.

I wonder if Mr. C. Cow would look good in a pirate patch with a peg hoof?

All of this reading has made me hungry. I wonder if we can find a nice fresh fruit stand before we head back out again. I don’t want to end up with scurvy.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Corsair Cove State Park (M)