Posted in Real Life

Comical Large Feather Duster

Mr. C. Cow decided, since it was Monday, that Bishop needed a bit of help around the shop. This is surprising as Mr. C. usually likes to begin the day with a banana smoothie, a long bath, and a nap. Not only was I surprised but so was Bishop as he was planning a normal workday. When it comes to working in the shop with Mr. C. Cow the words “normal workday” are never uttered.

The first order of business was to dust the shop. Mr. C. was not asked to dust but he felt it needed it. I’ve never seen anyone attempt to dust equipment with a comically large feather duster. After an hour of vigorous cleaning, we were no better off in the dust department then when we started. Mr. C. gave up on his attempt and wandered around for an hour looking for another area he would be useful at.

Dusting this was not successful.

After a quick sandwich and a few laps around the shop, Mr. C. Cow came back ready to test all of the emergency buttons. Bishop did something I’ve never seen a polar bear in a hard hat do in all of history. There was a slow-mo “noooooooooo” as he body blocked the emergency stop button. I wish I would have had a camera as I feel we could have made an industrial safety video just from that footage. Emergency button testing was a no go.

Do not touch unless it is a REAL emergency!

For the next two hours, Mr. C. Cow sat next to my desk “moo sighing” while I was trying to do paperwork. Bishop, knowing that Mr. C. Cow just wanted to help, gave him the perfect job of sorting hardware into their proper bins.

Separate those things Mr. C. Cow!

Happy to be of use (and tired of “moo-sighing”), Mr. C. got right to work. If you’ve ever needed anyone to organize hardware in your life then you need to hire him. He was made for separating things. (Once saw him separate lettuce from a BLT without removing the bread…different story…different day….).

Important Lesson Of The Day:

Not everyone was made to do everything. I’m too short to dunk a basketball. Bishop was not made to fit into tiny spaces. Mr. C. Cow was not cut out to be left alone around heavy machinery. The good thing is that we were all made to do something great. I’m good at retrieving things from underneath a camper seat. Bishop is great at drinking coffee while working on machinery. Mr. C. Cow is wonderful at organizing. We all have something we are spectacular at. Sometimes it just takes us a while to find out what it is.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by yours truly!

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Posted in Nature, Road, Tourist Attraction

Caves Are Not Tunnels

With an enormous camper comes enormous responsibilities. If you’re going to drive a camper you need to make sure that your backing up skills are on point. Parking skills must be polished. Knowing how to properly read warning signs so you don’t run off of a cliff or into a zombie horde.

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Don’t drive into an undead swarm.

When Mr. C. Cow drives I worry that he’ll forget to use his side mirrors. One of these days he’s going to merge into something unmergable. Until he remembers that side mirrors are your friend he’s restricted to driving in little to no traffic.

There are so many other things you need to remember when driving a camper. Always be aware of how tall your vehicle is. Getting stuck under a bridge does not make you friends. It consistently makes people upset and costs a lot of money to repair damages. Also pay attention to height limit signs at parking garages. I once hit a parking height sign while driving a van. A lovely woman yelled words at me that I cannot repeat here in polite company. This has made me extremely aware of how tall my vehicle is. My advice is to not try to park a camper in a parking garage.

There is a camper driving habit that I am desperate for Mr. C. Cow to break. I can understand driving through tunnels while on the highway. It beats trying to take a vehicle straight up a mountain. What Mr. C. doesn’t understand is that you don’t always have to drive through a tunnel. Or in his case, drive off the road and into a cave.

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This is a cave not a tunnel!

Driving off of the road to go into cave is not responsible. When that cave looks like a giant skull about to eat your vehicle it is not only irresponsible but it is reckless. Mr. C. Cow thinks it’s fun. I think that, one day, something is going to eat us.

I hope that, if you plan on purchasing a camper in the future, you are a responsible owner/driver. Beware of low bridges. Learn to back up correctly. Don’t drive into caves with teeth.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life taken by….me!

Second Life Location: Dark Dharma Haunted Skull Caverns (M)

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!

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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:

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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 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 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 Tourist Attraction

Safety Vests Are Important

Bishop gave us a call while we were at a rest stop the other day. It was great to hear his voice because, although Mr. C. Cow is the GREATEST travel buddy in the world, I miss Bishop. I know he misses us too but we are a bit of a pain in the butt while home.

A good example of us being pains is the fact that he sent me photos of what was going on at the equipment company and I wasn’t very helpful. It’s not my fault I don’t know the difference between a hydraulic lift and something or other…I forget…

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You can make that one thing on it go up and down!

Bishop sent the first photo of some sort of thing you can drive. I think it looks really pretty with its bright yellow color and the fact that it has tires. I could visualize him shaking his head as he explained to me that it was our newest piece of company equipment. I gave him the thumbs up (which I realized he couldn’t see) and told him it was a great piece of machinery.  I’m sure him and Mr. GEHL would get along just fine. At that point he asked to talk to Mr. C. Cow for a few minutes.

After listening to one side of a twenty-minute conversation about safety vests it was my turn to discuss the second photo Bishop sent me.

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It’s Miller Time!

I thought it was a beer fridge. A fancy beer fridge that had a bunch of knobs and buttons on it because, the more an object has, the more expensive it is.

No?

Since the words “Trailblazer” was written on it then it must lead people by wagon through the Oregon trail.

No?  

Bishop informed me that I wasn’t even close and this was a welder. It gives you welts? Why would an equipment company want to give people welts? Doesn’t sound like good business practice to me!

Equipment aside we talked about how much we missed each other. I might confuse a welder with a fancy beer fridge but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a luv connection going on. I make him laugh more than I drive him nuts. Mr. C. Cow loves him because he has someone to discuss hard hats with. We make a pretty good team!

Maybe one day he’ll let me drive that new piece of machinery…if Mr. GEHL is ok with it.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

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All Photos Taken In Virginia by Bishop. Thank you!!!

If you’re feeling the need to touch machinery then come check out Tealeaf Equipment on Route 11 in Second Life.

Posted in Road

Alternate Transportation

You can’t drive a camper across a bridge if their isn’t a complete bridge. Campers cannot jump a bridge like some sort of action movie. They are too heavy and can’t drive fast enough.

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You would think that someone in the road construction business would put up more barriers then a sign informing us a few feet from the drop that the bridge is out. The lights on the sign weren’t blinking so that’s, clearly, a safety issue. We’re lucky that it wasn’t dark out!

The sign says that we can click for “Alternate Transportation”. Mr. C. Cow thought this meant that a GIANT BIRD would swoop down, pick up the camper, and safely put it on the other side. I just thought it would give you a map for a different route. I kinda like his creative transportation better.

Before backing the camper up to a safe distance where we could turn around (which happened to be, at least, two miles of driving backwards) Mr. C. Cow jumped out of the camper to check out the edge of the bridge. I’m not a fan of half crumbling bridges mixed with heights so I thought he was being a tad bit nuts. To satisfy his curiosity we took a picture of the edge of the bridge and one of him posing with a sign.

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I agree with the sign. I can’t look either. 

Lesson here? If you’re doing bridge work don’t put your safety signs right before a large drop into a body of water. Campers have brakes but they don’t stop on a dime.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Route 8 In Darvos (G)