Sonoma fair in Santa Rosa county

good times at the most un-creepy county fair I've ever laid eyes on. and by the way, the hillarity begins in the form of an old stubborn fisherman who laughs at himself and eats at least two bowls of ice cream per day, insists we all wear straw hats to the fair, and took me to the race track for my first time, giving me $20 to guiltily spend betting on horses. it was a whole lot of fun. wait'll mom hears:)

"I like walking, but it's the mosying along that gets me."

"you can pet a dog, but you can't petaluma."

funny but not hillarity

Life in the giant state/country of California. Beautiful here in northern CA. Perfect weather. I see why people move here and never return to the humid south. So, fun with family, though not my immediate family. We've had a blast, but I've missed my witty wonderful insane ghetto artistic adorable hysterical and beautiful siblings. A lot. Just building a new life out west and it's fab. The beach is near and the breeze just blows. the fog rolls and the temp varies. I'm surounded and alone and content. in His grip. I'm wistful and busy and learning to be an adult. Looking for a bank, getting fingerprinted for a drivers liscence, postponing the job search to see Disneyland. Life's pretty sweet and wierd and I'm happy.