Posted in Beach, Home, Real Life

Extreme Couponing

I am well versed in the fine art of coupon cutting.  When there is a sale I am more than willing to spend hours trying to find a coupon to make the sale even better. I hate spending full price on anything. It’s outrageous! One time I got a fifty pack of bottled water for a dollar. While I did a victory lap with the shopping cart, Mr. C. Cow and Bishop both stared at me like I was some sort of weirdo. Some people just don’t get it.

I am, extraordinarily, lucky that I coupon because Mr. C. Cow has…GASP….(Seriously….someone needs to gasp with me..)….started purchasing WAY TOO MANY floating things to go in a pool. I know. It’s the type of drama that makes you pass out due to excitement.  I’ve seen loungers. We’ve seen countless beach balls. Bishop has blown up giant sharks wearing saddles. I once caught Marlsean sneaking an inflatable tug boat into the house because Mr. C. Cow wanted to make a game out of it. It’s out of control!

Pools are CRAZY.  I, cannot, wrap my head around filling something full of water then throwing a bunch of chemicals in it. Not only does it make your hair smell gross but it doesn’t seem natural to me. Find a lake, an ocean, a puddle, or something! Maybe it’s the otter in me but…blah…yucky!

The Blow Up Whale Looks Pretty Happy.

While shopping for the latest in floating pool accessories, we ran into one of the weirdest safety signs of all time. It was on a gargantuan, inflatable ice cream cone so the warning went into the realm of food weird. I don’t even know if it’s trying to tell us to be safe. Take a look:

What the what what??!!??

The exclamation point, clearly, states that this is an important sign to pay attention to. At first glance of the directions and/or safety portion it looks like you need to fill an ice cream machine from the top to have it come out the bottom. Mr. C. Cow thought the machine was peeing (I ignored this thought). We couldn’t find anything resembling a machine anywhere on the inflatable ice cream cone. This was the best we could come up with:

“Be sure to fill your rocket ship 100% before blasting off.” – Mr. C. Cow (I don’t think a pool float is a rocket ship. Wouldn’t it melt?)

“Horses, when shot into space, have a 100% chance of exploding when hitting the ground.” – Marslean (I showed her the photo and now she scares me. Who shoots horses into space??!!?? Isn’t she a pony? Oh…My….Equine…..) 

“I think that the “+ 1″ means we are supposed to roll a die to determine who gets to use the inflatable ice cream cone.” – Me

“I think we’re suppose to roll to see how quickly the horse explodes.” – Marslean

“I still think it has something to do with pee.” – Mr. C. Cow (Who is still being ignored for his bathroom chatter.) 

After all of this chit-chat about signs, horse-splosions, and other (freaky) pool accessories chat, we went with a blow up pencil. It seemed safer and would come in handy if anyone needed to write something down.

Maybe I should get a matching inflatable notebook to have something to write on.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

1st Photo Taken In Second Life. 2nd Photo Taken While Out And About In This Place Called “The Real World”.

Second Life Photo Taken At My Personal, Virtual, Home.

Both Photos Taken By Me!


Posted in Resort/Hotel, Tourist Attraction

Blush And Bashful

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We decided to take a break from sleeping in the camper and check out a motel for the night. There are two very valid reasons to spend the money although we already have a place to sleep. Mr. C. Cow wanted to stay in a bed that wasn’t in a moving vehicle and I wanted to air the camper out do to SOMEONE (I’m not saying who) eating chili before we drove down a windy mountain road. I’m going to find a detailer to clean out the inside and ban the eating of chili while the vehicle is moving. It’s getting to the point where I’m going to have to hang up a dry erase board with rules on it.

#143 – No eating chili while the camper is moving.

We found a motel that was inexpensive and had a pool that a cow could float around in. I thought the place went a little overboard with the pink decor but Mr. C. Cow thought it was “quaint”. At least the place was clean.

The pink decor didn’t stop on the outside but spilled into the rooms itself. Pink flamingo decor. Pink walls. Even the maids cart was pink. When this place decided to go with the whole pink motif they really stuck with it! I was kinda amazed that the pool wasn’t pink but then again it’s probably for the best. Watching a cow float around in a pink pool on a pink inner tube would look more like he was some sort of garnish in a giant cocktail.

When I was paying and Mr. C. Cow was smelling the campers fresh new camper smell I browsed through their items for sale. I picked up a pink postcard and a pair of pink sunglasses. Sometimes the world needs to be looked at through pink glasses. Just don’t put them on and try to drink pool water.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Flamingo Court Motel (M) 

Posted in Park, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Lost And Found

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The other day Mr. C. Cow and I stopped off at a swimming pool for a quick dip. The temperatures were soaring and our camper was starting to smell like a barn. One cannot drive in a camper that smells like all of the farm animals decided to start a sweat lodge in the back.

While Mr. C. Cow was floating around and I was partaking in a complimentary blender beverages we noticed a GIGANTIC flip flop floating around the pool. This got us wondering. What sort of large footed creature lost their flip flop? Did they not realize they had a naked foot on their way home? How much material was needed to make such a monstrous shoe? If you put a sail on this flip flop could you sail the seven seas in it? So many questions yet so few answers.


I notice a pile of complimentary towels next to the pool and thought it was wonderful that they had thought of this. I forgot my towel in the camper and it was great to not have to squish squash walk back to get it. I couldn’t stop giggling at Mr. C. Cow when he mentioned that the complimentary towels would not fit an individual with that large of a foot. I started picturing some poor soul toweling off with something the size of a wet nap. I’m bad!

We’re grateful for the opportunity to have a wonderful place to stop and cool off. I’m grateful with alcoholic drinks in a blender. Mr. C. Cow is grateful to get out of a hot camper and into a pool. We’re both hopeful that the lost flip flop finds it’s owner.

Tipsy Cerulean

Location: The New Mieville Tinyopolis and Black Magnolia Imports (M)