Posted in Food, Resort/Hotel, Tourist Attraction

Date Night

Bishop and I have been together for a very long time. Longer then the time it takes a beehive to out of style then back in style. (Has it ever been out of style? I’m bad at examples today!) We have been together for so long that no one is starting to wonder how a relationship between a polar bear and an otter works. (It works on love, commitment, and sometimes having to deal with the whole height issue thing.) I’m always on the road traveling and sending postcards with my best buddy Mr. C. Cow while Bishop working hard at the equipment shop. When we both have a bit of free time we like to go someplace romantic (Woo Woo!) and enjoy each other’s company. The being “just the two of us” part is sometimes hard when Mr. C. is involved.

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Romance Ahead!

Case in point: This past week Bishop wasn’t busy at the shop and we were close to home so he asked if I would like to accompany him for a romantic dinner. I, of course, said YES and went off to primp my hair to large, amorous proportions while Bishop took off the hard hat (He doesn’t always wear one!) and brushed his furs. Mr. C. Cow was FURIOUS at us!

“Why can’t I go have dinner with you guys? I like dinner!” -Mr. C. Cow

“It’s a “romantic dinner” and we would like to take some time to spend together.” – Me

“I like romantic dinners!! Those are the ones where you get to eat candles right?” – Mr. C. Cow

This went on for quite some time until Marslean stepped in and offered to dine with (code word for “watch”) Mr. C. for the night. She promised him candles as long as he didn’t try to eat them. There were promises of a hay appetizer followed by some sort of fancy berry desert that would more then make up for his exclusion from our date night.

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Bishop knows the best spots!

This worked out splendidly! (As far as we knew at that time.) We drank champagne, danced, ate, and enjoyed each others company all evening long. Stories were told of how we met and how we ended up together. When Bishop tried to pick up a tiny wine glass with his giant paws I giggled just as he giggled at my colossal hair knocking over a floral arrangement. Having the time alone was wonderful and we sorely needed it.

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Dinner AND A View!

When we returned our greeting was in the form of toilet paper stuck to the ceiling as if by some magical force. Shaving cream covering a bulldozer. A cow asleep on a pile of candles. Marslean almost in a panic over a box of soggy pizza. Our night might have went beautifully but something happened at home.

I wonder what it was……

“Tipsy” Cerulean

I took photos in Second Life and used them. Huzzah!

Second Life Location: Casa de Amoras Restaurant (M)

Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Walking Direction Finder

I’m short. Not just “I can’t reach the paper towels!” grocery shopping short. My short is more of a “I walked into a tall patch of flowers and can’t see! Help!” short. If left to my own devices I could, possibly, wander around an area of tall grass for hours before I found my way out.

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Help! Send Wine And Cheese!

One example of wild flowers trying to take me out like some sort of evil (yet good-looking) otter eating plant was a hike Mr. C. Cow and I just went on. I, blindly, walked into the flowers and was instantly lost. Mr. C. had to pull me up with his teeth and stick me on his back. It’s slightly embarrassing when I have to ask for a ride but it beats being disoriented forever.

Speaking of being disoriented forever, Mr. C. Cow, when not graced with a map, likes to also get lost. One time he got lost on his way to the bathroom in a restaurant. He swears up and down that the hallways getting there were confusing. I think it wasn’t the hallways that confused him because the restaurant wasn’t that big. One time Mr. C. got lost on his way to the rest stop we own and had to stop to ask a unicorn for directions.

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Uh…it’s right across the street from your house.

Bishop has some sort of eerie sense of direction and never gets lost. He could travel to some mystical nation ruled by pixies and would somehow know exactly how to get to the local gas station. I think he was born with some sort of strange GPS built right in. I wonder if Mr. C. Cow could have one implanted in him. A bionic cow that would no longer find himself adrift in a canoe trying to find a shoe store. (Long story…still don’t know how he ended up in a canoe.)

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Take a left at the glowing light to get to the gas station.

Next time we go shopping I’m buying Mr. C. Cow a colossal book of maps. I could probably use a pair of fabulous platform hiking boots. Bishop…um….Bishop just needs to tell us how he’s a walking direction finder.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by…ME! Huzzah!

SL Location: Lost Unicorn (M) 

Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Sweet Banjo Moves

Mr. C. Cow found an advertisement in a magazine called “Cow’s Monthly” that involved a three-day round trip by train to go sight-seeing. First off, I did not know that Mr. C. got a magazine called “Cow’s Monthly”. There seems to be a magazine for everything and cow news is important news!

As for a three-day round trip on a sight-seeing train I was 110% all for it. When I mentioned it to Bishop he also wanted to go along with us. I was ecstatic!  I can understand why Bishop doesn’t always travel. Our camper is big but not that big. When you put a cow, a polar bear, and an otter with a huge wig collection in a camper you either get a really bad joke or an overcrowding issue. Bishop needs his space and doesn’t appreciate Mr. C. Cow always running off with his hard hat.

There was a slight issue with who would run the equipment company while we were gone. As luck has it, Marslean offered to watch over everything while we did our sight-seeing. She wanted to practice her pony-wing flying without any (cow) distractions and knows how to drive a forklift. I owe her a road trip!

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Nice Doggy! Where’s The Train Doggy?

I’m a smart traveler. Knowing that Mr. C. Cow needed space for his floppy hats (he brought a suitcase of nothing but floppy hats) and Bishop wanted to keep his hard hat safe, I booked us an entire train car just to ourselves. It came with two bedrooms, a living room, and a closet big enough to hold floppy hats and giant wigs. Bishop was just happy to have the opportunity to spend time with me (Awww!) and, maybe, get a big of scenic peace and quiet.

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All Aboard!

Peace and quiet was short-lived as it didn’t take long to notice that Mr. C. Cow had brought a banjo with him. Apparently he had been taking lessons in private and was happy enough to show us his “sweet banjo moves” while we were trapped, I mean, a captive audience. Bishop let this go on for thirty-minutes before Mr. C. was asked, politely, to can it. I don’t mind banjo music but in such close quarters it makes your head want to explode.

Mr. C. was ok with putting the banjo away. He was also ok with putting the snare drum, jaw harp, bull horn, and cow bell away. I gave Bishop something for his headache and gave Mr. C. a coloring book full of cows on trains. I told you I was a smart traveler!

All in all it was a wonderful time. We traveled through mountains and valleys that were stunning. Bishop and I got to spend some quality time together. Mr. C. Cow found another train car that was perfectly happy to play music together far away from ours. I got to watch a cow try to color with crayons. Bishop needs to come with us on these types of trips more often. Minus the banjo.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by myself in Second Life.

Second Life Location: Abandale (M)

Posted in Holiday, Tourist Attraction

Watermelon-Ween 2016

We hope that everyone had a wonderful Halloween this year!!

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This year Mr. C. Cow and I decided not to wear matching costumes. Last year we went as salt and pepper. While I thought he was talking about the spices (I dressed up as a salt shaker) he showed up as some sort of pop/rap star thing. This year I came as a martini glass complete with a really nice olive hat I made myself. Mr. C. Cow showed up with a watermelon on his head. Ends up that it wasn’t on purpose as he was attempting to eat a watermelon and kinda got his head stuck in it. Instead of Moo-ing for help he made the best of his situation and chewed eye, nose, and mouth holes in the thing. When I asked him what he called his costume he said “Farmers Market Produce”. Not only is Mr. C. Cow always the cheerful one no matter what he sure is creative!

We hope that you all had a wonderful holiday filled with frights, chills, scares, and lots of free candy. You can’t go wrong with free candy!

“Tipsy” Cerulean