Life Is Too Short Not To Share...: pumpkin farm

OK [big, big deep breath, and sigh...]. Today, after my glorious relaxing [ie, bullshit, chaotic, over-the-top, filled with crazy children and one of the world's worst temper tantrums ever documented] morning, we had plans to go to the pumpkin farm. Quite amazing to organize with the following attendees:

Mark and I

Our 4 Kids

My Mom

My Youngest Brother visiting from Florida

My Sister, Her Hubby

Above Sisters' 2 kids: MJ [attention needing 2 year old from last post] & 1 year old Sophia

My Sister's mother-in-law

My Middle Brother & His Wife

Above's 2 month old daughter Alexandra

My Daring Oldest Brother who doesn't want kids

And I'm still recovering to even think about writing words.

Or maybe it's the 2 Mich Ultra's that followed at lunch, I'm just not sure.

What ever happened to the days when a trip to the pumpkin farm was actually ABOUT PUMPKINS??? Today, this trip is now a scam. And even in the economic crisis our nation is facing, our local farmer over at "Jackson's Farm" is raping all of us who feel we MUST get at least ONE PICTURE of our children on the pumpkin piles.

In the meantime, we get nagged for ticket rides, petting zoo admissions, face painting, candy apples, rock wall climbing, bounce house charges and hay ride fees that actually risk lives while crossing live railroad tracks - I mean, come on!!! You couldn't grow the god damn corn on the other side of the highway??? And I survived [barely] with 3 lousy tickets still remaining in my left pocket. That's a $3 donation to the Jackson family.

May apple crops suffer a historical drought next year.

What I do know is that we did manage to buy [and break, smash, step on, kick] a few pumpkins, and get several pictures. That's all the energy I have left to post. Here are some pics of the family since I don't normally get this personal. These are for you Carla and Libby.