The Aforementioned Other Adeventures

I forgot about the other adventures. Whoopsie. One of the things I miss about living in tiny little Marianna was the annual National Peanut Festival. Last Wednesday I found out via some old friend's FB status updates that Wednesday was LADIES night at the ol' nut fest. I found this fact out around...4:30 P.M. At 5:00 Cory asked me what we were going to do that night--he informed me we could do "whatever my heart desires." Mistake number 1, my friend. I told him I wanted to go to the Peanut Fest, and he said, "Sounds fun." By 5:30I had convinced Lara that skipping her nightly responsibilities was completely acceptable, and by 6:15 we were all in the car! Woo!

It was so beautiful.
Cory and I wait in the loong line, while Lara takes a constant stream of pictures:
Mistake #2: Greasy corndogs and clubs of meat

After eating greasy corndogs/giant clubs of meat, and riding those sketchy rides we didn't feel so good. We decided to take it easy on the Ferris Wheel.

Yea. That happened. She leaned over the side of the cart and naile
d the top of a semi-truck. This started a chain reaction. I made it off of the ferris wheel okay, but by the time we got to the Lemonade Stand I lost it. One moment I was standing there, waiting for Lara to get some napkins...the next I was saying hello and goodbye to my gross corndog for the second time. We left shorty after that. It was a pretty random Wednesday, but those are the best kind :)


Halloweenie Roasting and Other Adventures

I like this time of year. Everyone does. I mean, really. Show me someone who doesn't love cooler weather, carving silly pumpkin faces, dressing up in silly costumes, making pie, cozy fires, hot chocolate, stuffing your face, new episodes of your favorite TV shows, planning special, budget friendly presents for the people you love...Who could hate such things? You don't have to love it, but you can't tell me you don't enjoy at least one small part of it.
That being said, I hate this time of the semester. This side of a month and half feels like eternity. Popular Culture theories are muddled up with Shakespeare, and dinosaurs with psychological disorders are all running amok in my head. But schoolin' aside, we've had some pretty good times these past few weeks.

Halloweenie roasting and pumpkin carving was the first amazingly fally activity of the season.

Gene, Lara and Jesse are all super pumped about the pumpkin carving to come:

We started a little fire in the backyard for roasting marshmallows and weenies...when Gene saw what we had lit on fire he informed us that cooking over a chemical log is a bad idea, butonly if we want children someday.We decided that children, someday, would be desirable. And then hunted down sticks and such from the backyard. For some reason, it burned pink.

Jesse cleans the crap outta that pumpkin. The spoon is there..for scale.

Pumpkin innards were strewn about EVERYWHERE!
Here they are! Gene's, Lara's and Mine/Cory's:

You want a closer look? I thought so.
Jesse took a different approach to the whole thing...It actually turned out pretty well:

Appropriately enough, the nose piece to Jesse's pumpkin kept falling off. Just sayin'.