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Mama. I have a problem with shopping. Night crier. Home decorating. Nacho cheese takes everything up a notch. Not afraid to love Britney Spears. Trying to own all the paper products in the world.
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Tuesday, October 29, 2013, 9:07 PM
I was informed this weekend that the famous Dugger Family LIVES IN MY TOWN. I am freaking out big time and will make it my mission to grab a fan photo or accidentally get invited over for Wednesday night bible study and pizza.
I hope you really enjoy this post, because it took me a literal 3-hours to upload 15 measly photos on a computer that requires me to wind a crank in order to generate upload speed. Arkansas is still treating us well after the big two-week anniversary of our arrival. Brian and I celebrated by attempting to eat the 17 bags of Halloween candy that I purchased. We had a wild Friday night that involved some new friends, our kiddos, and me proposing marriage to a shrimp, basil and blue-cheese pizza. Saturday it was our mission to hit a pumpkin patch. We were directed to Farmland Adventures.
The website was maybe a little BOLD in it's description of this place, but by God, we were going to have a fall experience.
Nathan and I started out on a pony ride where Nathan immediately realized his fear of horses and I immediately remembered by severe allergy to horses. Just picture me literally running beside Nathan's pony, while he death-gripped me and I insured his safety.
Then we moved on and saw things like this:
And this sweet goat pyramid:
After we successfully dragged Nathan away from the large dried corn pit where him and his closest Arkansas friends swam in kernals of yellow corn, we were able to get this fine family picture. After this though, right back to the corn pit.
Later, we boarded what we thought was a nice hay ride out to a picturesque field full of our dream pumpkins. Nope. Turns out each passanger was handed 42 full-sized tortillas and told to toss them like frisbees at the cows. I didn't really get it until our little innocent hay ride turned into an episode of RUNNING WITH THE BULLS.
These things were out for blood and we're lucky we got out alive.
The hunt for the great pumpkin was on.
Those above photos should be saved and placed in the motherhood hall of fame.
Check out those thick stems. Woah there, Arkansas. There's children around.
We closed off the day with a long wagon ride back to the car. The following photo makes me want to have 45 more children.
It was a great time with perfect crisp fall weather. Speaking of crisp, Brian treated us all to Dickey's BBQ afterwards.
It was like a party in my mouth.
Very good brisket sammy with a combo of coleslaw and macaroni. Wash it down with some crispy fries and a large Dr. Pepper and it turns out I'm 30 pounds heavier. But you get my stamp of approval, Dickey's.
Wow that was a lot of pictures, a lot of time and a lot of heat coming from the laptop onto my nether regions.