{"id":1031,"date":"2012-10-21T17:51:55","date_gmt":"2012-10-22T00:51:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=1031"},"modified":"2012-10-21T17:51:55","modified_gmt":"2012-10-22T00:51:55","slug":"fall-fun-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=1031","title":{"rendered":"Fall Fun"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I love beautiful fall weekends.  I could live without the rain, but I guess that&#8217;s what you get when you live in this area&#8211;random thunder storms after days of weather bliss.<\/p>\n<p>There was no school on Friday, so Mike took the day off and our Camp Fire club went out to a fall pumpkin festival corn maze type thing.<\/p>\n<p><center><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ramblequeen\/8106344889\/\" title=\"DSCF2790 by Ramble Queen, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8190\/8106344889_24f40bbd13.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"DSCF2790\"><\/a><\/center><\/p>\n<p>I am going to editorialize and say a good time was had by all.  Except one dad.  Poor guy has a heck of a time with this kids.  The older one kept running off and the younger one has some delays.  The dad finally called it a day when the younger one peed his pants right as a bee stung the dad&#8217;s finger.  <\/p>\n<p>Our family had a wonderful time.  I even got a fun picture of Elsa.<\/p>\n<p><center><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ramblequeen\/8106346329\/\" title=\"DSCF2802 by Ramble Queen, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8043\/8106346329_1376c251d1.jpg\" width=\"332\" height=\"500\" alt=\"DSCF2802\"><\/a><\/center><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d never been to a pumpkin patch or corn maze until we moved out here.  Do they have such a thing in Oregon?  I don&#8217;t think corn grows in the high desert.  My hometown grows potatoes and hay.<\/p>\n<p>I really love the tradition and am thrilled that we&#8217;ve found a super cool farm to call &#8220;our place.&#8221;  In the past we went to the orchard down the road from us.  It&#8217;s super expensive and doesn&#8217;t have all the much to do. It has fun decorations, but what kid wants to look at a bunch of painted pumpkins when they could be doing something instead?  The place we went to this weekend had the corn maze, several smaller mazes, a corn pit, two jumping pillows, a playground, two sets of big slides, ducky races and other things that I can&#8217;t remember right  now. <\/p>\n<p>In other news, I am kicking around the idea of &#8220;what do I want to do when Elsa starts school?&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>I always said that I would just sub.  The hours are perfect, even if the pay is crap.  But you know what?  I don&#8217;t like other people&#8217;s children.  I don&#8217;t want to work with kids in any capacity (other than volunteering at my children&#8217;s school\/events to make life better for them).<\/p>\n<p>But. . . the thought of working full time freaks me out.  Who is going to cook?  Who is going to clean?  Who is going to do laundry?  When will I work out?  <\/p>\n<p>But. . . if I was working we would have more money and could move into a single family home a lot more quickly.  And our retirement fund would grow!  And we could travel.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe a part time office job will come up in the future.  No need to borrow trouble now.  I want to get a Masters, but I have no idea what I want to study.  Makes it kind of hard to write a personal statement and all that jazz.  I don&#8217;t think &#8220;I need a job so I can make money, and be fulfilled, but I don&#8217;t want to work too hard&#8221; is going to cut it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love beautiful fall weekends. I could live without the rain, but I guess that&#8217;s what you get when you live in this area&#8211;random thunder storms after days of weather bliss. There was no school on Friday, so Mike took the day off and our Camp Fire club went out to a fall pumpkin festival [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1031","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1031","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1031"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1031\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1032,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1031\/revisions\/1032"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1031"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1031"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1031"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}