An Insincere Pumpkin Patch

I seriously don't know where time is going, so please don't judge me too harshly on my blogging inconsistency. My excuse? I'm getting married in nine days and I think I finally understand the phrase, "I feel like a chicken with its head cut off." Between seating arrangements, detail prep, and last-minute decisions and purchases, it's been a bit overwhelming. This is mostly because I'm a normal human with a full-time job, chores, and other obligations to handle. I still haven't had one single bridezilla-type meltdown, so I'd say I'm doing okay so far.

I also seem to have caught a little bug that's making me cough like crazy and sound like a grown man when I speak. So, that's cool. Hopefully that has resolved itself by the time I'm repeating my vows in front of 100 people. What should I do if I'm still hacking at every other word?

This past weekend, Wheat indulged my stereotypical, girly side by accompanying me to Waterman's Farm Pumpkin Patch. We'd never been to this particular patch before, so I was surprised to find more of a fall festival than a traditional pumpkin patch. Vendors were selling all kinds of food, arts, and crafts, while children rode on spinning pumpkins, ran through illusion tunnels, and climbed rock walls. A mechanical T-Rex was periodically fed large pumpkins that were then smashed between its metal jaws and dropped to the ground (this was also accompanied by Jurassic Park-style roars, of course). A massive blow-up monster called The Beast beckoned people inside its mouth for $5.

Wheat and I opted out of most of the festivities, though we did pet some goats and trek through the corn maze. At my insistence, he joined dozens of children at the top of a huge hay bale mountain for a picture. I bought an apple cider slushie and we took a hayride over to the "pumpkin patch." I use that term very loosely because it was actually just a muddy field with hundreds of pre-picked pumpkins scattered throughout it. Not very sincere, if you ask me.

Despite his intense frustration with carving pumpkins, Wheat picked out the perfect victim and I'm still deciding whether we should carve or paint it. For now, it's serving as the perfect, untouched seasonal decoration in our living room.

On Sunday, I attended my very first Pacers Fan Jam, which is basically a free, preseason pep rally to introduce fans to the team and get them excited for the upcoming season. I'd say that I attended to watch the players scrimmage each other and play knockout, but that would be a lie. I went for the free hot dog, Dr. Pepper, chips, and t-shirt. Unexpectedly, I also got autographs from C.J. Miles, Rodney Stuckey, Solomon Hill, and Shayne Whittington. The highlight of the event, however, was the rookie showcase, where Joe Young performed "Watch Me (Whip/Nae Nae)" and Myles Turner sang The Weeknd's "Can't Feel My Face."

I predict my posting (and reading/commenting) will be a bit sporadic for the rest of the month, so please bear with me. I promise I'll be back in a big way with lots of pictures and excitement from the big day. Stay tuned!