I really am turning into my mother

My mom loves Halloween. I think it is because her birthday is near it, and not that she is actually a witch, but it is hard to be sure about things like this. Anyway, she also is one of those decorating people--she gets worse every year. Somehow, it is starting to effect me. Fall is the easiest to do, since it just takes the stuff I mostly have around here anyway--farm stuff, and a trip to the neighbors pumpkin place.
That is where we went after work today. They have a jillion punkins, some huge ones which are my favorite and some funky gourds. We dragged around wagons and picked out what we wanted.
And mostly I took pictures, because that is what I do. The light was just so pretty, as the sun was starting to go down. I had the same problem last year.




There are a jillion cats there, and even they look pretty with the pumpkins. Orange makes me crazy, I even have an orange bedroom..
This is my favorite kind of kitty--isn't she pretty?
We ended up going to two pumpkin places as the neighbor's place was already out of the funky stuff like warty gourds (which for some reason I like now, but hated when my sister used them as part of her centerpieces at her wedding reception....more evidence I am turning into my mom)
Then we dragged it all home, and had Barry bring some hay bales to put it all up on. First thing he said was that the pig would eat my pumpkins, then dear God, how much did you spend on these things? I knew the pig would eat them eventually, but until then, it is a nice difference on the front porch.
I love the funky punkins.
I was not quite organized yet on the porch when I was distracted by this---
That damn pig started eating my master punkin--55 pounds of special punkin with some funky spots on him. My best punkin ever I was sure. And he started eating it within 30 seconds of its arrival.
By the time he was done hacking away at it, this is what it looked like. Can you believe he would do this to my big punkin this fast? Horrible little animal.
Then I went to the garage to get something to eat, and this is what I found. My pig ate himself sick. He could barely move--in fact, he did not even get up the whole time I was flashing the camera at him, which is totally unlike his fat ass. And definitely take note of the different color of his face--it is wet from sticking it in my pumpkin. That is punkin guts shining him up.
Isn't that pathetic? I would feel sorry for him except that he ate my best punkin. Damn pig.
I have to admit that it kind of pleases me that he cannot move he is so full.

And yes, my pig is laying on a mattress in the garage. It should be disposed of, but that has not happened yet and some dog knocked it down and now they lay on it. Pig does not like to be left out of anything, so he too lays on it.
Look at that face. I sure know how that feels---I had too many bagel bites for dinner. I guess that is another way I am turning in to mom--we both have kids that do not know their limits very well.