the search for the elusive green carebear.
Let me start this off by saying, I love marshfield. Its my home away from home and every time I go there I get nostalgic. the second we got there I started seeing landmarks that reminded me of my younger years ("was that always the 99? didn't it used to be a chinese food place?" "Thats where I got my mushroom cut when I was 5!!" "I remember me, shawna, ronnie and ma ate there once!" "remember when me and sugar and ed used to drive down to that christmas tree shop?"). When I was younger, me, mary, rose and my mom stayed in the camper parked outside the cottage for 2 months. We were there because my mom was going to divorce my dad, but obviously I didn't know that at the time...mary just informed me of it tonight. I remember spending one of my birthdays there with my aunt and my mom before my aunt went all evil, and sitting in sugars car, eating french fries and watching the waves crash against the shore...walking from the cottage up to rexham beach. I mean...for one of the best parts of my life (the most innocent bit) thats what summer was. I've never been too much of a beach goer, but I love that beach. and I love the feel of marshfield. I still remember the store where mom used to buy me my ginny dolls. I wish I could live there. I wish we still had acess to the cottage and that it wasn't allowed to basically fall into ruins. I wish that part of my life was still alive.
So going to the fair meant alot more to me than just going to the fair tonight. it was memories. memories of lizzy and I, and sugars kids and I, and even just me and my other sisters and brothers, going on rides, winning prizes, checking out the bee hives, going to the petting zoo, riding a camel, all that stuff that comes with a true country fair. It was a little different this year. I think they had fewer rides, and the bees were in a different place than usual. had we not gone in the way we did we would've completely missed them. I didn't buy any honey though. at first matthew loved the petting zoo, but then the goats started jumping on the fence and it scared him a little. He loved the llamas though. he was also pretty excited about all the different lights and colors. And shannon and big kevin went on this one ride where everyone was screaming and so he started screaming too, so now every time anyone screams he does too. Hes such a weirdo. we didn't get our picture taken in the huge chair this year. I guess that novelty has worn off. When I get rich and powerful, I'm buying myself a huge chair just like that to put in my parlor. As far as games went we made out pretty well. the kids each got two toys. I got a pink frog-monkey (not sure which it is really) and stitch from lilo and stitch which mary won me. I won matthew a lobster. Yes...a lobster. he seemed to like it though. we played with it all the way home. Mary and I made fun of some lame 14 year old girls that were watching this punk band play. what the hell? a punk band at the marshfield fair? makes some sense I suppose. they were okay. we also made fun of these girls we saw later in the night who let out this high pitched collective "Oh my god" as they walked past us. Matthew joined in on this one by imitating them with his little scream. awesome. Then mary haggled us some fried dough. it was supposed to be 12 bucks for 3 fried doughs, and she got it for half that. NICE. some people came after us and they had to pay full price because they didn't even ask. Sometimes it pays to be a cheap bastard :)
all throughout the night I had tried to get a huge green care-bear but alas, it was not to be. It would've been a pain to carry, and even harder to get home, but it was the principle of the matter. here this carebear was, MOCKING me. It was like moby dick and captain ahab. Only I'm not a gross sailor dude. and it was at a fair...hmm
so I'm gonna hafta pay for my night of fun by going to class tomorrow morning at 9am to take my final. good times. my day should be pretty full...going to the co-op thing around 5:30, and hopefully getting my glasses between class and that. Wednesday I was going to see james with rozalia, but I don't think he wants me to because he'll be really busy, and whats the point in even going if I'm not even gonna get to chill with him? I might anyway just to chill with his friends and get to know worcester or something, but I'm guessing rozal and matt wil want some alone time, and I am very bad at being the third wheel. so thats how it goes. hopefully I'll see him soon enough. I've been worried about us lately (see last entry) but hopefully that worry is unfounded.
so thats my story of my whereabouts tonight...and I'm sticking to it.
seacrest OUT!
So going to the fair meant alot more to me than just going to the fair tonight. it was memories. memories of lizzy and I, and sugars kids and I, and even just me and my other sisters and brothers, going on rides, winning prizes, checking out the bee hives, going to the petting zoo, riding a camel, all that stuff that comes with a true country fair. It was a little different this year. I think they had fewer rides, and the bees were in a different place than usual. had we not gone in the way we did we would've completely missed them. I didn't buy any honey though. at first matthew loved the petting zoo, but then the goats started jumping on the fence and it scared him a little. He loved the llamas though. he was also pretty excited about all the different lights and colors. And shannon and big kevin went on this one ride where everyone was screaming and so he started screaming too, so now every time anyone screams he does too. Hes such a weirdo. we didn't get our picture taken in the huge chair this year. I guess that novelty has worn off. When I get rich and powerful, I'm buying myself a huge chair just like that to put in my parlor. As far as games went we made out pretty well. the kids each got two toys. I got a pink frog-monkey (not sure which it is really) and stitch from lilo and stitch which mary won me. I won matthew a lobster. Yes...a lobster. he seemed to like it though. we played with it all the way home. Mary and I made fun of some lame 14 year old girls that were watching this punk band play. what the hell? a punk band at the marshfield fair? makes some sense I suppose. they were okay. we also made fun of these girls we saw later in the night who let out this high pitched collective "Oh my god" as they walked past us. Matthew joined in on this one by imitating them with his little scream. awesome. Then mary haggled us some fried dough. it was supposed to be 12 bucks for 3 fried doughs, and she got it for half that. NICE. some people came after us and they had to pay full price because they didn't even ask. Sometimes it pays to be a cheap bastard :)
all throughout the night I had tried to get a huge green care-bear but alas, it was not to be. It would've been a pain to carry, and even harder to get home, but it was the principle of the matter. here this carebear was, MOCKING me. It was like moby dick and captain ahab. Only I'm not a gross sailor dude. and it was at a fair...hmm
so I'm gonna hafta pay for my night of fun by going to class tomorrow morning at 9am to take my final. good times. my day should be pretty full...going to the co-op thing around 5:30, and hopefully getting my glasses between class and that. Wednesday I was going to see james with rozalia, but I don't think he wants me to because he'll be really busy, and whats the point in even going if I'm not even gonna get to chill with him? I might anyway just to chill with his friends and get to know worcester or something, but I'm guessing rozal and matt wil want some alone time, and I am very bad at being the third wheel. so thats how it goes. hopefully I'll see him soon enough. I've been worried about us lately (see last entry) but hopefully that worry is unfounded.
so thats my story of my whereabouts tonight...and I'm sticking to it.
seacrest OUT!