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

Norths Around Here Somewhere

The holiday season is funny sometimes. Sometimes you find yourself trying to find Santa Claus with a cow determined to touch his beard. (I said we do not lick beards so he had to settle with asking the Claus if he could touch it). Other times you find yourself trying to avert a small cows eyes from certain packages under some individuals holiday trees.

Glad They Got What They Asked For!

Yes…we are still on the hunt for Santa Claus. Mr. C. Cow REALLY has a few important questions to ask him. I think they are all pretty important questions to ask the big man himself.

How long did it take you to grow your beard?

Can I have a cool seat cover for the camper? Something in a cow print. (But fake cow!)

Do you practice your ho ho ho holiday spirt every day or every other day?

How many cookies do you eat in one night?

On our search for the Claus we stopped to chit chat with a few of the local wildlife. They were unsure of where the North Pole was (I keep saying “Umm…Mr. C. Cow…It’s North!” but no one seems to listen to me.) BUT were great company none the less.

Did you know that arctic foxes are great at making gourmet hot chocolate? I never knew this and was delighted when a fox by the name of “Gumdrop” shared some of his special stash. (I wonder if Gumdrop is related to Pieni somehow.)

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Mr. C. Cow along with his new friends (Gumdrops neighbors Myrtle & Nancy Deer stopped in for some of the cocoa action) discussed the proper way to find Mr. Claus. There was talk of GPS (They thought it stood for “Great Place Search”.) use as well as attempting a trap involving milk and cookies. I just stayed out of this whole conversation (mumbling “Head North”! under my breath) and drank the hot chocolate.

When it was time to go they were no closer to figuring out where the North Pole was then they were when they first started. I wasn’t worried that their conversation didn’t lead them anywhere. I was just glad Mr. C. Cow was able to share his holiday excitement. Luckily for him I not only have something called “GPS” I can also find North on a compass.

Mr. C. Cow…I WILL get you to the Big Bearded Man!!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Mieville Tinyopolis (M)

Miss Mattie, who owns Tinyopolis, has a wonderful blog that I think you should check out. You can find it right HERE!

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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)