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strawberries and celebrations

today jack and i went to the strawberry festival.

i love the strawberry festival. i love walking around in the throngs of people, and dodging those i know. lol. i love the delicious strawberry treats that are absolutely everywhere. i love the terriyaki on a stick, the fresh roasted corn, the cotton candy, the ridiculous and enormous drinks made out of pineapples. i love that there are live infomercials going at all time...i saw one for "the chopper" (similar to the magic bullet). it was amazing. but since i am me and not melissa or my dad, i didn't buy one. lol. i love watching families together, and kids getting their faces painted. i love the popcorn and the games. i love the loud noise and the smells. i even cracked up when i heard a mother SCREAMING at her children. "I SAID WALK! JESUS, DO YOU WANT ME TO FALL OVER BACKWARDS?!" (typically screaming mothers don't have a humorous effect on me, but you should've seen this lady..cotton candy in one hand, pushing a baby stroller, her two teenage kids who are pissed to be in public with her, her husband is eyeing either some art, or a female...and she is irate. so funny)

i love the art for sale, watercolors and oil paintings of ridiculous flowers that belong in old peoples houses.i love the caricaturist. i've always wanted to get one drawn, but i never want to wait through the line. i love the purse and wallet and sunglasses booths, who swear the price is $30, but change their tune as soon as you turn to leave. i love the fact that there and(hopefully)only there did i see a man wearing the equivalent of a Hawaiian shirt, but the print was speed racer. wow. lol. i love the fact that i have memories of being a little kid there, and that you can walk forever.

i love when it's just jack and i. i love being alone with him and having him all to myself. i appreciate other people, and my family for always being there for us, but it is so nice when it's just jack and i, with nobody texing me, no one calling, and we just get to enjoy even a short half hour with each other....i love being able to focus all my energy purely and only on him. he needs it. i need it. i heart the strawberry festival.
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