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, 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 News, Real Life

Stop In The Name Of Glove

Mr. C. Cow and I have been staring at this safety sticker on a piece of Bishops new equipment for at least an hour now.

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Stop Shouting?

This one had us stumped more than any other safety sign before it. Was it informing us to stop wearing gloves? Were we suppose forgo wearing sci-fi inspired glasses while wearing gloves? Was finger painting prohibited in the area? Mr. C. Cow was insistent that the sign was trying to tell us to wash our hands before touching. I thought it didn’t want us to touch anything.

After having a meaningful discussion on how important gloves are when handling sharp things or hiking in the dead of winter, we were so confused that we turned to Bishop for help. Turning to Bishop took a bit of hard work as we couldn’t figure out where he was. We checked the break room and he (along with his coffee cup) were not there. The office? No Bishop. Mowing the lawn? Still no Bishop. Not only were we befuddled over a safety sign we had, somehow, lost Bishop. How does one loose an 8ft tall polar bear wearing a hard hat? We do, of course.

We finally found him an hour later under a forklift changing the oil. While I was busy checking the offices, Mr. C. Cow was supposed to check the machinery yard. I don’t know how Mr. C. could have missed seeing a giant pair of bear paws sticking out from under a forklift. Maybe he didn’t bother to look down.

Bishop informed us that the safety sign said “Halt! Don’t screw with this thing for real like”. I’m glad Mr. C. Cow didn’t try licking it. Who knows what would have happened to his tongue. I doubt they make band-aids for cow tongues.

This just, once again, goes to show that safety is important. Following safety signs correctly is extremely important. Not licking machinery is of the utmost importance. I don’t think I’ll touch anything in the shop ever again before consulting Bishop.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken by the real life model for Bishop because he knows I dig those crazy safety stickers he’s always running into.

I apologize for no new postcard this past Tuesday. It’s been a really hectic week and I’m exhausted. I’m hoping to get ahead in the postcard writing this weekend so I won’t have to worry about a no-show again. Thanks for understanding!

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 Food, Holiday, Tourist Attraction

Edible Push Mower

Over the weekend Mr. C. Cow was able to talk Bishop into letting him throw the biggest barnyard bash this side of the universe. Ok…so it wasn’t the biggest barnyard bash but Bishop did let him plan his birthday party. A small affair with just the family and cake. Mr. C. Cow was adamant that there was going to be high-kicking, can-can dancing chickens for entertainment. He had to settle for the radio playing in the background.

You win some, you lose some Mr. C. Cow!

The party was, in all honesty, very nice. The cake was delicious when you looked past the strange decorations Mr. C. added to it.

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Bishop Pondering The Thing On Top Of The Cake.

The decor on the top of the cake was supposed to be a push lawn mower but it looked more like some of weird red wagon. Bishop thought it looked like a red wooden block with chunky wheels. Mr. C. Cow was so proud of his edible mower that we didn’t have the heart to tell him we thought it was funny. We did, however, let him eat the mower.

The presents? Presents! Bishop made out like a boss in the present department. Mr. C. Cow, despite my trying to explain that any sparkly safety gear wasn’t needed, went ahead and bought some anyways. Bishop was very appreciative of the thought and said he would wear them on special occasions. (Notice the glitter bombed hard hat he is wearing compliments of Mr. C.). I asked Bishop what those special occasions would be but he shushed me.

I gave him a new set of hammers and a giant can of coffee. Marslean gave him a “polar bear friendly” tool bag. I never knew they made anything “polar bear friendly”! I’m glad they do because Bishop does have a habit of, somehow, destroying anything made of cloth. Tool bags. Sweaters. Neckties. Big paws don’t do delicate things I guess!

I’m glad everything worked out. Bishop had a great birthday. Mr. C. Cow got to plan a party. Marslean got to eat cake. I got to giggle at an edible lawn mower. I can’t wait to see what kind of party Mr. C. plans for next.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken in SL at our equipment company by me!

Artwork also by me.

Posted in Food, Holiday, Real Life

Master Party Planner

Bishop has a birthday coming up early next week and Mr. C. Cow is over the moon at the thought of being the one to throw him a party. You can’t say no to Mr. C. when he has decided that he will be your official party planner. It doesn’t matter if it’s for a birthday or a non-major holiday he is prepared to bring the fun. Last President’s Day he made a cake in the shape of Mount Rushmore. When Marslean had her birthday last year Mr. C. Cow not only made a cake in the shape of her favorite comic book character he also made her a costume to match the cake. I think he has some sort of secret party planning closet full of supplies somewhere that I haven’t found yet.

To prepare for Bishop’s birthday he woke me up early (9am…that’s pretty early for a cow…) with a visual presentation of ideas pertaining to a birthday party. Being the type of friend that cannot pass up a good presentation I was more than happy to discuss party ideas with him. (After a cup of coffee.)

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That’s A Mighty Long Title!

He first started out by discussing locations to have the party:

*The Shop

*The Moon

*Underwater

*The North Pole

*Inside A GIANT Pancake

Inside a giant pancake? How do you have a party inside of a pancake?  It’s not like a pancake is a watermelon you can hollow out. I think Mr. C. Cow was starting to get distracted by the thought of breakfast. One should never have a party planning meeting before eating breakfast. I think we’ll just have the party at the shop.

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Poor Eyeless Fish!

While I approve of baby chickens I don’t think that they would be a great idea for Bishop’s birthday. Even if they can do a chorus line, like Mr. C. Cow says, I still don’t think having something that tiny doing high kicks is a good idea. Baby chickens around big machinery is not a safe idea. Everything else he said a birthday must have I agree with. Can’t have a birthday without cake!

Ahh….cake. Cake…Cake…Cake. Mr. C. Cow had QUITE A FEW ideas for what the cake should be shaped like. Of course he did. He is a party planning master.

*Lawnmower

*Bulldozer

*Mermaid

*A Life-Sized Cake In The Shape Of Bishop

*Coffee Pot

I was thinking more on the lines of having a normal looking cake. Something that could be round or square. Easy to frost and put candles on. Mr. C. Cow, on the other hoof, felt that the cake needed to reflect Bishop. I don’t think a mermaid reflects Bishop and making a life-sized polar bear cake would take a lot of frosting. We’ll have to come back to the cake.

Birthday Guide 3
Sparkly?

I don’t think that Bishop would wear anything sparkly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in anything sparkly, shiny, or remotely glossy. As for the bulldozer sunglasses I don’t even know where you would purchase them. Mr. C. Cow would know because he always seems to figure out where to find weirdly shaped objects. I also feel that Bishop wouldn’t want a milk can.

I’m glad we have a few days to hash out a birthday party plan. The most important part of throwing a party is, actually, asking the birthday bear if he even wants a party. Mr. C. Cow almost passed out at the thought of someone not wanting a big bash. He’s on his way now to ask Bishop if he can be his master party planner.

This should be interesting……

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All artwork/Presentation/Stuff Done By Us. Tada! 

Posted in News, Real Life

Pain In My Paw

I hurt my paw hand the other day. I was doing a lot of things with my right paw/hand/whatever and my paw was like “Umm…Tipsy…can you slow it down a wee bit? I’m kinda tired!”. I didn’t pay that much attention to it at the time but now I can’t help but give it a lot of attention. It hurts! Mr. C. Cow has rubbed it. Bishop gave me a bag of frozen peas to put on it. Marslean looked up something called “acu-smacking”. Acu-punching? Puncture? I’m not exactly sure what it’s called but it’s suppose to help.

My paw hurt has made me really sad this week. We can’t drive far in the camper because it hurts to grip the wheel. I can’t expect Mr. C. to do all of the driving. It’s not fair to him. (He also gets tired real easy and tries to drive with his mouth. Safety tip: don’t drive with your mouth!)

To cheer me up Bishop gave me a bunch of photos he found in a safety manual so Mr. C. Cow and I could try to guess what they mean. He knows us so well!

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Moonwalking on a beam is STRICTLY PROHIBITED!

I think that, deep down underneath all that bear fur, Bishop thinks it’s funny when we try to make up our own safety sign meanings. He probably doesn’t think it’s funny when we do it in his shop but doesn’t mind if we do it sitting on the couch.

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1. Beware of mean steaks while walking on rocks.  2. When lightning and a lock love each other very much they end up with a screen baby.  3. Red buttons sometimes need band aids when pushed too hard. 

I’m going to go get another frozen bag of veggies to put on my paw. This bag of peas is starting to melt and it’s making Mr. C. Cow hungry. If I keep it on any longer I’m afraid he’s going to steal it and make soup.

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1. If you try to break up the love between lightning and a lock they will drop a beam on your head.  2. Don’t play with buttons while someones trying to jump over sharp rocks.  3. Be sure to use the proper wrench while taking a splinter out of a finger. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean

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Pushing buttons will not make guitar picks and soda tabs fall from the conveyor god in the sky. Ask nicely. 

I want to thank my husband who is the real life Bishop (and character model) for the safety photos. He’s not a polar bear in real life but some might mistake him for one. Especially when he’s wearing a hard hat.

I did hurt my hand from spending an entire day typing postcard related stuff, photo editing, and drawing for my other site “Lizzy Zilla”. I have to learn that one cannot draw three comics, do a postcard post, photo edit, AND all the other stuff I have to do in one day. My advice? If you’re hand yells at you to take a break TAKE A BREAK!

Also want to thank my daughter who is the model with which I base the character of Marslean after. She really did look up acupuncture stuff. Please check out her photography website HERE as a big thank you!

Posted in Real Life

Broom-Lift

Bishop had Mr. C. Cow help him out in the shop today. While Bishop did paperwork on some construction materials he had ordered he asked Mr. C. if he could help out by sweeping up the shop. Shops, no matter how neat you try to be, always end up all sorts of dusty. Mr. C. Cow was more than happy to help out. Sweeping, for some strange reason, is one of his favorite chore related pastimes. I think it’s because he gets a kick out of the giant shop broom.

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Bishop doing paperwork.

The sweeping was going splendidly for, around, ten minutes before Mr. C. Cow got distracted by a piece of construction equipment. Now….as you all know…Bishop has, currently, banned Mr. C. from driving any of the equipment. Until Mr. C. Cow can learn proper safety and how to use equipment the way it’s suppose to be used he is forbidden to drive on anything. No forklifts. No lawnmowers. No steam rolling, ground punching, or trench digging machinery allowed. Bishops not being mean. He’s just worried that Mr. C. Cow will not only hurt himself but also do damage to property and equipment. He even signed the lil’ cow up for safety courses so that, in the future, he can hop on anything he wants.

Do you think Mr. C. Cow behaved himself and finished sweeping the shop?

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Oh No Mr. C. Cow!!!!!

No. He didn’t listen! Mr. C. felt that he could get the sweeping done faster if he was to attach multiple brooms to a forklift.  Lucky for him that I was the one that happened to walk into the shop while he was driving around looking for more brooms.

“Mr. C!!!!!” I exclaimed as I rushed (carefully as to not get run over) into the shop. “You’ve been forbidden to drive any of the equipment until you’ve had your classes!!!!”.

Mr. C. Cow tried to explain that he wanted to do an excellent job of shop cleaning to impress Bishop. I told him he didn’t need to use a forklift to do a sweeping job. Bishop will love the job done with a regular broom. No need to get all crazy.  At least Mr. C. Cow remembered to wear a safety hat.

After Mr. C. understood that a regular broom would be just fine I pointed out the safety stickers that were on the forklift. Until you know exactly what they mean you shouldn’t be driving a forklift.

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The third picture looks like he’s attempting to pry the machine apart like some sort of jail cell bar bending jailbreak. 

After we spent a few minutes discussing the importance of respecting equipment Mr. C. Cow went back to sweeping up the rest of the shop. Just in time because Bishop was just walking back from his now finished paperwork. I’m REALLY glad that Mr. C. starts his safety classes this week. He really wants to make everyone proud.

You already make us proud Mr. C. Cow!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos and artwork all done by yours truly. 

Posted in News, Tourist Attraction

Paperwork

We finally made it home! Huzzah! Celebration noises! Confetti if we actually had confetti! (We actually threw around a few bagels we found in the camper. They were a bit stale so it wasn’t fun when they came back down.)

We’re glad to be back because Bishop needed some help with his current, secret, project that he’s building outside of our equipment company. I am also glad to be back as well because I needed to stretch my legs at home (even though they are pretty stubby legs) and get some important work done. Website work. Business paper work. Making little paper footballs work.

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My current office desk is stuck next to the milk and sandwich vending machines. At least I don’t have far to go if I get hungry. 

Mr. C. Cow is extremely glad to be back because he, recently, bought a new hard hat so he could help out Bishop with the important “Hammer, Nailing, Sawing, Making ALL The Things” stuff (as he likes to call it).  Bishop is very proud of him for taking the initiative to keep safe. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that Mr. C. just thought it looked good on his head. What we really need to get the little cow is a pair of safety goggles. You wouldn’t know how many times he, randomly, pokes himself in the eye. Eating a stick of celery? Right in the eye. Doing a crossword puzzle? Pencil….right in the eye. I just think it’s the hoofs that give him a hard time holding onto things safely. Hopefully Bishop doesn’t give him a screwdriver or some sort of pointy object to build with. A paintbrush seems safer than risking a trip to the emergency room.

While I was doing important paper work stuff I could hear Bishop giving Mr. C. directions on building some sort of something or other. (It involved the use of nails and hammers).

“No…we don’t eat the hammer. You need to take the nail. No…not the donut on the table. No….not the wrench. The nail…yeah…the pointy small thing. The hammer doesn’t get hammered by the nail. The nail does not go there. I have a better idea……”

Bishop giving building directions to Mr. C. Cow

While Mr. C. danced to some music Bishop threw on the radio……

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Feel the beat of the tambourine…..

Bishop found the STRONGEST coffee he could to deal with Mr. C. and his attempts at the whole hammer and nail thing.

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I feel you man….

After one (or six) cups of coffee Bishop was perfectly fine helping out Mr. C. Cow and his building of the stuffs. Mr. C. Cow means well and he tries really hard. Bishop knows this and, after a few deep breaths, works with him to safely build something with his own two (wait….four) hoofs.

Gotta to hand it to Mr. C. because he always tries his best. Even if it’s hard or something new to learn he always puts 110% into it. I can’t wait to see what they are making. I’m proud of both of them working together.

Now if I could only get working on all of this paperwork!

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Background Photos Take In Second Life At: Tealeaf Equipment (M) – This is our actually company we set up in-world. Check it out!

Drawings of Bishop and Mr. C. done by myself.

News:

I have a bunch of projects that I work on (and oversee) each week so I needed a company to handle all of it (as well as put information on each along with links to them). So…I started one! If you want to see what we’re up to and see other projects that I (as well as others) work on then please check out Kinkhead Creations. 

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Second Breakfast

Mr. C. Cow believes that there is a special food related season that starts the day after Thanksgiving and runs until January 2nd. It’s the time of the year where each meal involves pie, five hundred side dishes (at least), and some sort of holly jolly beverage. One good example of this is what happened the other day. While I was visiting a lovely snowman…….

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…Mr. C. Cow was too busy partaking in his holiday fest season.

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He missed an amazing conversation discussing the difficulties a snowman must face during the warmer months. Relocating (if needed) to an area that stays cold enough all year long. Finding employment in such locations. Making sure the air conditioning in their house doesn’t stop working if faced with a  heat wave. Heavy stuff!

Mr. C. Cow, on the other hand, was hoof deep into the appetizer of the appetizer of the appetizer. He completely missed out on a wonderful conversation I had with a  polar bear wearing headphones.

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We listened to music together. Waved our hands in the air like we just didn’t care. I even learned a few new sweet dance moves that I am planning on testing the next time Mr. C. Cow and I go dancing.

What was he doing?

Eating pie. 

When we were both finished (Him with his pie and myself with learning how to do the “Roger Rabbit”) we got back into the camper and on our way. About three miles down the road Mr. C. Cow started to get a belly ache. It started out small then grew to epic pain of moo-crying proportions. I had to rush us to the nearest pharmacy for some tummy medication. While he was resting in the back of the camper I didn’t feel the need to be one of those “I told you so!!” kinda individuals. Mr. C. Cow learned his lesson. You can’t eat like every day is holiday meal. Not only is it REALLY bad for your body it’s also really bad for your (multiple) cow tummies.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Make A Wish….Not Just For Christmas (M)