Fall Comes to Red Bluff...
As the weather begins to cool (well, there were a
few cooler mornings last week!), my favorite haunt
in the morning is Cup of Joe's to get a mocha.  They
have this pumpkin spiced drink that I recently
discovered; it's sooo good!  I must admit to being a
caffeine junkie.  How else can I get everything done
and still have time to write these articles?  
Sometimes, I've gone there twice in a single day.  
The people that work there are super nice and they
have fast service in the mornings.
This place is like a playpen for full grown men.  A playpen they never want to leave.  Hmm...free daycare.
So I had this experience that I'm going to share with you.  You're going to hear
about it because it has bothered me to the point of obsession and I've thought
of little else but this problem.  It all started while driving to work.  I was also
putting on my makeup (multitasking), and I noticed a single black hair growing
off the end of my chin.  I swear to you that I almost went off the road.
A black hair.  What did it mean except that I am turning into a witch for
Halloween?  I told my husband, "You won't believe it!  I had a black hair
growing off the end of my chin!"  He answered, "Oh, I'm so glad!  I was
wondering when you were going to notice it!"
I
will get even with him.  He should be afraid, and not just because Halloween is
coming.  I'll think of something
really good.
If you have any ideas, let me know!
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Here's the Halloween Display at the Red Bluff Home Depot:
This guy was part the Halloween display.
Scary that his apron says he has a "kids workshop."
My kids weren't interested.  
Here's the Halloween Display from Hospice Second Hand Store:
Fact: A large portion of the population is very afraid of clowns.  This can be cured but it is expensive and takes a long time.  A better alternative is to just study this picture and confront your fear.
It comforted you for years, dried your tears when you cried...and this is how you show your thanks.
This picture (right) raises a question...
What should you do with a stuffed animal
when it dies?
 I'm willing to bet that most
people don't throw them away.  I know
that I feel too guilty doing this.
I mean, how do you look into the plastic
eyes of an animal that has comforted you
your whole life...and then throw it in the
trash?  You could end up keeping these
forever.  I was talking about this with the
ladies at work.  All of them had plastic
tubs with stuffed animals in them, stored
away in the garage.  I got to thinking...
there must be a better way.
You see, the people who gave these toys to the second hand
store were taking the coward's way out.  Let's face it, these
animals are thrashed and I just don't see a big market for used
stuffed animals.  However, these people told themselves and
their old teddy bear a big lie to assuage their conscience.
Getting rid of a stuffed animal is like breaking up with someone.  
The solution is to have someone create a stuffed animal
cemetery.  I wish someone would do this, then I could get rid of
these things without any guilt.  Maybe I should start a virtual
cemetery for stuffed animals and people could view them online.
Who on earth would let their kid
wear this?
By the way... attributing human characteristics to stuffed animals is an
example of anthropomorphism.  Do you give a persona to inanimate objects,
or maybe even living animals?  I do this to our dogs.  I talk for them.  
I'll bet a lot of people do this.  Come out of the closet, don't be ashamed!
If you don't speak for your dog, who will?
Happy Fall!
While I was there, this caught my eye...
How can we teach our children to care about their animals when we abandon their stuffed ones?
I don't think I should even comment on this.
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I wonder what would happen if you went to a town council meeting in this mask?  The jail to visit someone?  I wonder if our town discriminates against gorillas...
What do you do with him for the other 11 months of the year?
Mmmmmm!