Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Stingy Jack

Halloween is almost upon us so Mr. C. Cow insisted that we buy a few pumpkins to carve. The logistics of pumpkin carving/decorating is interesting when you’re traveling/living out of a camper so I told him we could get one large pumpkin and rig it up to be some sort of holiday hood ornament.


After much thought and, weirdly enough, interviews, Mr. C. Cow finally picked one perfect pumpkin to be his masterpiece for the season. Contrary to popular belief (Is there even a belief in this?) a cow can, SERIOUSLY, carve the heck out of a pumpkin. If you want a  Pumpkinham Lincoln…yeah..he can do it. Creepy face…bah….too easy for a cow. It’s something about their hoofs. They can carve fruit magic.

After  a bit of lunch and wandering around Mr. C. Cow spent a good part of an hour trying to figure out exactly what carving most represented himself. I tried to explain that you don’t really need to take the pumpkin carving art as an extension of yourself and the easiest thing was to just make triangle eyeballs but he was having none of it. While he thought about the proper way to carve some sort of masterpiece I’ll just fill the time with more postcards.

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After I took a lot of postcard pictures for all of you I came back to an exhausted cow who looked like he had just painted the Sistine Chapel in one day.

Mr. C. Cow had carved a simple face into his pumpkin. Triangle eyes. Triangle nose. Didn’t seem so scary but when he explained that was a drunkard named Jack I didn’t much feel like putting this pumpkin on my camper hood as some sort of decoration. I don’t take to the whole myth/folktale/what not but any decorated pumpkin with a back story wasn’t going on my grill. Lucky for me Mr. C. Cow was easily distracted the promise of a candied apple and a picnic dinner that I didn’t have to bring that backstory pumpkin of forbidding anywhere near the hood of my camper. Saved by the sweets I guess.

I am REALLY glad that Mr. C. Cow is creative, unique, a cow individual. His love of art kinda outweighs his love of being bribed by sweets. I just need to find a way for him to not carve historical myths into his pumpkins during Halloween. Just to be on the save side.

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Second Life Location: Devil Duck Halloween (M) – The decorations you see in photos should just be around for the holiday seasons. Which means…go before it goes away.

Who the heck is this “Stingy Jack” we speak of. Here is the wiki. 



Posted in Holiday, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Butterscotch Cures All

Mr. C. Cow got a paper cut on his tongue today. He is an avid “Letter To The Editor” writer kinda cow and likes to mail a lot of letters out. I keep trying to tell him to just use email but he likes the idea of someone having to take his message to the receiver. Do to the massive amount of letters he was sending today his tongue got a tiny little cut on it from all of the envelope licking. It bled for, about, three seconds then stopped. Instead of doing the normal thing he started to panic.

Mooo My God! I’m bleeding! Call the national guard! Call emergency services! Call my lawyer!

Ok. He didn’t really say any of that but he was pretty dramatic about the whole thing. To appease him we stopped in the nearest town to find a drug store that sold something that would make his tongue feel better. (I told him that lollipops would make him feel better.) Mr. C. Cow felt that a professional doctor in a hospital would be more appropriate to administer the proper lollipop dose.

Oh Boy!

The town we ended up stopping at didn’t seem like a very good place to find sound medical advice or a lollipop. I voted that we keep on moving and he just take a butterscotch candy and rest. OH NO! He was determined to seek medical attention. That’s when we ran into this place…..


I’m not joking when I tell you that I REALLY didn’t want to enter this joint. It looked like no one had bothered to mow the lawn in centuries and, seriously, I was afraid that all of the crows were going to poop on the camper. Nothing against crows…I just don’t want to deal with their shenanigans.

After wandering around in a place that probably was not a legit hospital (I mean….there was a lot of dust!) we finally found a doctor that looked like he was operating a little bit on the shady/crazy/no medical license/insane side.


The doctor “examined him” then declared that the best course of action was a complete tongue replacement. I quickly vetoed this idea. I mean…look at the guy he was working on!!!! I don’t thing he had very good insurance as I don’t think he was getting the exact treatment he was looking for. To the protests of Mr. C. Cow I quickly dragged him outside where we ran into this unusual gentleman.


I jumped back, not out of fear, but because he surprised me out of nowhere. Mr. C. Cow wasn’t scared and started in on this story about how he got a paper cut on his tongue and was afraid that he was either going to have to replace it or stop writing letters to editors. I started to explain to Mr. C. that a butterscotch candy would work just find in place of a medical doctor. The nice stranger winked at me and agreed. Pleased that we had found a “second opinion” Mr. C. Cow agreed to get back in the camper, take the butterscotch candy, and let us get the heck out of this creepy town.

I love Mr. C. Cow more then a martini on a jazzy kinda day but sometimes he’s a tad bit stubborn. Especially when it comes to paper cuts.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Halloween Storm (M)

Be sure to check this Second Life location out before Halloween is over. 

Posted in Food, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Cupcake Crisis

Mr. C. Cow and I were driving around looking at the fall foliage when we had this sudden urge to eat cupcakes. We’re not exactly sure how or if looking at autumn colors has anything do with cupcakes. Mr. C. Cow said looking makes you hungry for something pretty. I’ll go with his explanation.

We stopped in a small town that looked like it would have one of those fancy cupcake shops and realized that every single resident was a skeleton.


Not only were they skeletons but they didn’t seem to have a shop that sold cupcakes.


Right then and there Mr. C. Cow fainted. It wasn’t because the town was inhabited by skeleton people. It wasn’t because there seemed to be skeletons coming out of the road. It wasn’t because there was a skeleton that was stuck up in a tree. (I’m assuming that he ended up there by the bird next to him. Hope he’s ok. I tried poking him with a stick but he was stuck up there pretty good.)

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Mr. C. Cow fainted because there wasn’t a single cupcake to be found. No store with cupcakes. Not even the public market seemed to carry any. I quickly got him awake by waving a store bought baked good under his nose. Don’t worry as he was shaken up but fine.

Using my awesome powers of coming up with the most reasonable explanation I decided no cupcakes were the reason the entire town was full of skeletons. No cupcakes means that everyone just kinda wasted away into nothing. Who says that baked goods don’t save lives? Nobody. That’s who!

I safely got Mr. C. Cow into the camper, gave him a cookie I found in a cupboard, and proceeded to drive him to the nearest town with a cupcake store. I hope he never has to suffer a bake good related fainting ever again!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Spirit Creek (M) 

Posted in Holiday, Tourist Attraction

Ichabod Otter

I’m trying to figure out a few things today as I write this postcard to you. How does one exactly ride a horse without a head? I mean…you kinda need your head for various things. Brain container. Holder of the eyeballs. The place where your nose goes. Your head is a very important thing.

We were taking a scenic drive through a rural area to check out covered bridges and old barns. Mr. C. Cow has a thing for antique barns. While checking out one particular barn we ran into a gentleman on horseback that didn’t seem to have a head. He waved some sort of sword around and held a lit up pumpkin in his other hand. It was all sorts of dramatic. Then he, safely, rode his horse out.


I think that it has to take one of great skill to ride a horse safely out of a barn when you can’t see. Mr. C. Cow would also like to know what kind of contacts the horse had because, as you can see, the eyes were glowing red. I think Mr. C. Cow is considering a CowPire costume for Halloween this year and the glowing red eyes would be a nice touch. Finding cow vampire fangs is a whole different thing.

As we continued on we, once again, found Mr. Headless Horse Rider doing laps around the covered bridge we wanted to cross. I mean…seriously…how can he see where he is going? Is he pulling his shirt up above his head and peeking through the button holes of his shirt?Is it actually just a guy on the sidelines with a remote control and a headless robot? How can you breath?  I think, personally, that it’s kinda rude to do laps around a bridge that people are trying to cross. Not to mention dangerous with the limited vision and water below aspect.


Besides the weird horse rider we had a splendid time checking out various covered bridges and antique barns. We even saw a tree that looked like some sort of glowing face.


I hope that the guy on the horse was practicing some sort of act for a show because, if he was doing it on his own, he was just weird.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Sleepy Hallow Halloween Village & Adams Family Mansion (M) – (There is a haunted area of the place that does have an Adult rating. The areas we were in are not adult rated.)