With whipped cream

Rachel and I had the most fun at the Pumpkin Patch last year. It is held out on a ranch in Tumalo, just north of Bend. We got huge cups of hot cocoa, Ooo'd over the Clydsdales, took a ride on the tractor pulled wagon, got lost in the giant corn maze and saw ghords and pumpkins of every shape and color. I was thinking of it this morning, and my mom asked about it tonight. I need to find out when it is this year.

I never cared for the whole Halloween thing much. Even when I was little. I didn't like dressing up in costumes (I think that partly stems from the costumes I was forced to wear. Lord help me, the pictures...), or walking from house to house with my plastic pumpkin, begging for candy. I am not much of a candy person, unless of course, it is gummi bears. (Never grew out of that one.) I did the deed with Rachel. I think she enjoyed it...but for me, it was much more fun watching her do it.

I received a five page email from the person I was working on the marketing project with. I forwarded it to my work, printed it out and still haven't read it through. I am just not sure how I am feeling about it as yet. I had it set in my mind that I was done. I deleted all the links, reference material and research I had on my computer. I did, however, keep my documents and one sheets I had created. I could go either way. My tot is still teetering.

*Correction*
The ranch I mentioned is in Terrebonne, just north of Redmond. I would link to them, but they haven't kept their website going.