Posted in Bar/Pub, Tourist Attraction

Hops And Crafts

Mr. C. Cow was on the phone yesterday and all I could hear him talk about was “the craft scene”. I wasn’t trying to listen in or anything. He sometimes makes it hard to not overhear his conversations because he’s a loud telephone talker. What was a “craft scene”? Is that where all the hip kids go to knit hats and do the origami thing? Why am I always the last to know about something neato?

It wasn’t until later on during the day that I found out “the craft scene” had nothing to do with making throw pillows or boxes out of popsicle sticks. Mr. C. Cow was talking about craft beer. I should have known better because the last time Mr. C. used glue he got his hoofs stuck together.

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Looks More Like Moonshine Than Beer To Me!

Mr. C. Cow’s telephone conversation got me thinking about combining crafts with craft beer. Make marionette puppets out of cardboard tubes while having a pint. Maybe sip on a stout while making a solar system out of styrofoam balls. (Crafty and educational!) As long as we make sure Mr. C. doesn’t glue his hoofs to a beer glass it might be entertaining!

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If we cover the pool table we could make shell necklaces on it!

Next time we go to a brewery I’m taking my arts and crafts kit with us. Maybe others would appreciate making yarn dolls. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by yours truly.

SL Location: Moonbat Brewery (M) 

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Posted in Holiday, Home, Nature

Clucking Corn

Hope that everyone had a safe and happy New Years Eve (and Day)!

We spent our holiday quietly at a cabin in the woods.

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Ooooo….Snowy…..

When it came around time to get the snacks out, Mr. C. Cow said that he was having popcorn chicken over to ring in the new year. I was somewhat baffled over Mr. C. telling us we were having this as a meal. We’re vegetarian so the thought of him ordering up a bucket of fried meat products was bizarre. Turns out that popcorn should be capitalized as it is the name of a chicken he met at a book club meeting.

Popcorn Chicken was just a nickname. His real name was Wilford and he owned a food cart called “Clucking Kettle Corn”. Bishop made some sort of strange noise that sounded like a giggle but he wouldn’t tell me why a kettle corn food cart would make him laugh. He just shook his head and wandered off to put on a pot of coffee.

The rest of the evening was relaxing. Bishop and I played cards. Marslean told tall tales of Father Time to Mr. C. Cow and Popcorn. When midnight hit, Mr. C. put on a hat and ran around the yard screaming “Happy New Year” while banging on a pan. Popcorn joined in and made so much noise that Bishop had to ask them to quit it and stop denting his pans.

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Keeping Warm!

We hope that 2018 brings all of you joy, happiness, and a few non-dented pans.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life on my personal land.

Posted in Holiday, Park, Tourist Attraction

The Ultimate Gift

The stockings had been hung by the chimney with care. We had that whole hope of Saint Nicolas thing going on. Cookies and milk were left out. Carrots for hardworking reindeer (with only one Mr. C. Cow bite mark) had been eaten. The holidays have happened!

Huzzah!

What did Santa say to Mr. C. Cow on Christmas eve? When asked Mr. C., shyly, produced an official North Pole badge proclaiming him an official part of the Santa Reindeer Crew. I couldn’t help but tear up over this stunning gift. After all of these years seeking Kris Kringle just to have a conversation Mr. C. Cow was bestowed the honor to be a part of the holiday crew. I’m still tearing up now because we no longer have to have to search for Santa. Santa and Mr. C. are besties. I never thought this would happen. I don’t think that our little cow could be anymore joyful over this. (Not to mention that he did get a new milk can!).

Determination and hard work are worth it. Mr. C. Cow is the ultimate proof.

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Merry Christmas,

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Photo Taken In Second Life By Me….Woo….

Second Life Location: Winter Ice Christmas Village 2017 (M)

We usually put out our postcards on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Do to the holidays, as you can see, the schedule is a bit funky. Will be skipping Thursday and doing New Years Eve as Well as New Years Day postcards to fit. (Hey…you get extras!) Will resume our normal stuff after New Years.

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Secret Santa Discussions

Mr. C. Cow was making hot chocolate and discussing the pros and cons of glue versus tape when wrapping a present when we heard a strange noise. It started out as a commotion on the roof that we thought was just a branch falling off a tree. The commotion turned into the jingle jangle of a million bells that, somehow, were all in harmony. (Mr. C. Cow once broke a shelf at a bell store. When they hit the ground none of them sounded harmonious.). Before I had the time to jump out of my seat and scream “Oh Holiday Elf help us! The roof is caving in!!!” there was a polite knock on the door.

I didn’t want to answer it. Who makes that much racket on your roof, makes you hit the deck because you think the world is falling in on you, then politely knocks? Mr. C, who is not known for using a door peephole to see who’s knocking, decides to answer.

Door to door roof repair salesman?

New wave shingle playing musicians?

Umm….no….it was…Santa Claus!!!

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All of that searching, hunting, moo crying, and wishing for a one-on-one conversation with the big present man in charge has led us to this moment. This juncture in our tale where the one thing Mr. C. Cow wants more than anything else for Christmas (besides ANOTHER milk can) is a Santa chat. A discussion with the one person in a little cows life that fills him with hope, cheer, and the holiday spirit. Mr. C.’s pursuit of Santa led us to not finding him but Santa finding Mr. C.

They went outside and had a private conversation for quite some time. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Did I make hot chocolate for our guest? Should I start baking cookies? Not wanting to stare at the private conversation between a cow and Kringle I made small talk with the reindeer. Rudolph enjoys playing online chess. Now I have a new individual to play with. Who knew!

After their conversation was finished I was in shock when the jolly man in the red suit shook my hand. He told me that I was, mostly, good for the year, and should expect some extra hold hairspray for my beehive. Bishop, who had been drinking coffee and watching out the window the whole time, tipped his coffee cup at Santa. He knew he was good all year. No worries in the present department there. Marslean, who had been discussing walking on icy surfaces with hoofs with reindeer, also knew she had been exceptional all year so she wasn’t worried.

As Santa left I asked Mr. C. Cow what they had discussed in private. My answer was “You’ll find out tomorrow!”.

Merry Christmas Eve,

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Awesome Santa Photo Taken In Second Life By…Yeah…You Guessed It…Me!

Second Life Location: Winter Wonderland Kickin Up The Snow (M)

Posted in Holiday, Park, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Just A Little Holiday B&E

We are mere days away from Christmas. The search for Santa has gone from calm and orderly to complete panic and disarray. Mr. C. Cow has left no stocking nor holiday tree unchecked in his pursuit. Kris Kringle has left us no choice. It was time to visit the North Pole!

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Umm…Can we come in?

I was a tad bit unsure that we were allowed to enter the domain of the jolly fat man but Mr. C. Cow assured me that we were more than welcome. The guards outside of the gates were actually made of wood and not alive. That made me feel, somewhat, better about entering but I thought we should at least knock first.

Knock? Ha! Mr. C. Cow just barged right into the place in search of Santa. I was concerned that we might be breaking and entering. The sign inside of the holiday ho ho compound was not comforting:

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I wonder if they bite…

Before I had a chance to say “My hair would never last in prison!, Mr. C. Cow, at last, spotted Santa. The look on his face when he spotted that red suited man was a cross between pure joy and triumph. When Santa spotted Mr. C. Cow he let out a hearty laugh, tipped his cap, and launched his reindeer into the sky:

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Santa! Wait!!!!

Mr. C.’s face went from joy to instant sadness. Little cow tears streamed down his face. Had Santa snubbed him? Was he being a jerk? Who would wanna hurt a cow’s feelings? 

The Kringle guy wasn’t trying to hurt his feelings. He wasn’t trying to be a brute. Santa acknowledged Mr. C.’s presence. Even tipped his cap at him. Santa wasn’t neglecting the fact that we had been searching for a long while to speak to him. He was saying “You almost caught me! There are days before Christmas. We’ll talk soon!”.

I gave Mr. C. Cow my word that this is what Saint Nick was trying to tell him. The game was still afoot. We still had time. Reassured that the hunt was not over we snuck out of the holiday ho ho compound, went back to the camper, and ate a few sugar cookies in celebration of almost winning.

Let’s just hope that my assessment of the situation is correct. I don’t want to see Mr. C. Cow heartbroken. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by me!

Second Life Location: Christmas at the North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M)

 

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Raccoons Wear Socks?

The holiday season is well underway and Santa is inching ever so closer to bringing good little cows presents. Mr. C. Cow has been a good little cow this year. I know he’s had a few hiccups along the way (eating an entire tube of cookie dough I was going to make) but there has been much improvement. Mr. C. sent his letter off to Santa but is still looking for him for a one on one, personal chat.

The Kringle search has led us to one of the most beautiful holiday parks we have visited so far. I’m not complaining about his searching every year because it always leads us to places like this…..

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Beautiful. Cold but beautiful.

When searching for a guy who breaks into your home to give you stuff, Mr. C. Cow seems to have a knack for finding the best places to look. One would think he would spend his time looking in empty boxes on the side of the road or ice cream parlors but that’s not the case. Mr. C. is an extremely smart bovine (He did go to college!) and has the “art of the Santa search” down to a science.

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When seeking an individual that is both covert, holiday related, and elusive there are a few rules you need to abide by:

*Follow the cookie crumbs. Literally, follow the crumbs of snowmen and reindeer shaped holiday treats. Santa has been known to throw back a few cookies with some milk. Where there are crumbs there may be Santa.

*Signs pointing to Saint Nick don’t always point in the right direction. Directional signs have led us to blow up Santa’s, a store selling stockings, and a guy on the side of the road wearing a red hat. Signs are not always factual.

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Nope. Not Santa.

*Baiting a trap with candy canes does not work. It might actually put you on the naughty list if Kringle was to, indeed, fall for this trickery. This has never worked. How do I know? I know because, one year, Mr. C. Cow spent a hundred dollars in candy canes and traps. Waste of money. Didn’t work. Naughty list bound.

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Have you guys seen a jolly fat man in a red suit? 

Following all of these guidelines has yet to produce one named “Santa”. We’ve run into plenty of reindeer but none of them work for the man himself. Thought we saw an elf but it was just a raccoon in stripped socks.

I have confidence that we’ll run into good Ol’ Santy at some point in time. Mr. C. Cow has yet to fail in his holiday mission of search and question each year. Maybe the white bearded guy knows he’s looking and just likes to screw with him. When you’re busy making that many toys for good girls and boys I wouldn’t blame him if he needed a bit of hide and seek humor.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by yours truly.

Second Life Location: Calas Galadhon “Home For Christmas” (M)

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Dumpster Donuts

Marslean insisted on taking a camper trip with us to keep on eye on Mr. C. Cow. She was still a little dismayed over his holiday obsession and wanted to see what kind of mischief he would get into. This feeling intensified the morning of our trip when she woke up to find that the cream and sugar for her coffee was neatly wrapped up in tiny boxes.

I came up with a compromise that would benefit both parties (and my sanity). Mr. C. Cow had to promise to stop wrapping random items around the house. Marslean promised to get more into the spirit of things since her window curtains would stay up in the windows instead of being wrapped up with a bow.

Our first stop on our Santa search tour was a “direct to the North Pole” mailbox. I know what you’re thinking. Mr. C. Cow had said that he felt more comfortable discussing his naughty or nice issues in person. Part of the Cow/Pegasus compromise involved finding Santa AND also mailing a letter. I think that Marslean was worried that, if he didn’t find the jolly guy, he might be out of luck in the wanted presents department. I’m glad she thought to cover all of the bases.

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Old Fashion Direct Line.

After the letter mailing was complete we ran into a few things while Mr. C. Cow was poking around looking for a guy who employed eight tiny reindeer:

A bear loitering outside of a bakery…..

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He was awake when we got there!

And a Rudolph owned small sleigh business.

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That doesn’t look like Rudolph.

The bear was loitering because she was waiting for the day old stale donuts to get thrown away. I, personally, would rather pay for a fresh donut instead of a dumpster donut but to each their own. Since the donut dumping was taking so long I bought her one when I got ours.

As for the Rudolph sleigh business, it was not a racket but an authentic small business that was started side business. Reindeer owned and horse pulled. It was nice to see horses have the opportunity to earn a little extra cash to buy their foals presents. At fifteen cents a ride it seemed like a steal.

Sadly, no Santa was spotted, but our holiday dispute between Mr. C. Cow and Marslean was fixed. We still have a lot of holiday season to go so we’re not worried!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by me!

Second Life Location: Winter Holiday Village (G)