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It's official! I'm 22!

didn't I say that already!? yeah, probably :)

Today we took Liz to the Marshall County Fair--an unforgettable event which ALWAYS coincides with my birthday. It was raining, but still Liz got all dolled up in requisite jeans and eyeliner to go check it out with her friend Sasha. Man, I was never so well-put together at her age, and I still got a boyfriend. . .I fear for her and my parents soon.

ANYWAY! Sometimes I wish that I could bring my friends from college back home with me to Marshall County to at least see the fair. It's a pagentry of what SOME would call white trash, but that's really not very kind. Nor respectful. In all honesty, I love the people around here, most of the time. They are kind and honest. Easy to get along with. Seems like the entire county comes to the fair at some point or another, and you see alot of interesting people. My favorite one was a little farmer girl with a boyish haircut and a soda, just walking around the fair, through the sawdust and the asphalt and the mud, with no shoes on. No problem.

Mom and I ate in the main building--we bought sauce dogs from the church group that was working the kitchen. And fries. . . . delicious, non-healthy stuff. And for dessert we got home-baked chocolate chip cookies, and when mom mentioned it was my birthday, they insisted I take a muffin. Mom tried to pay them for it, but they simply insisted. The ladies were really nice, and one said that in the past she would have sung happy birthday for me, but after her tumor surgery in her neck, she doesn't sing well anymore.

"better than not being able to talk at all" she said, with a shrug and a smile.

It was a delicious cupcake--moist with rich chocolate frosting and those little candy sprinkles. I was very thankful, and wish those ladies the best.

Don and Dad are supposed to come back on Friday for the weekend, so then we'll decorate my cake and have a little more birthdayish festivities. But I'm already getting used to the fact that after 21, birthdays just naturally become less festive. And that's ok!

A big Fedex truck rumbled down our driveway today, and delivered a pot of miniature roses--sent by the-sweetest-and-most-thoughtful-fiancee-Dave. They are so lovely, and I got to be all proud of getting something in front of mom and Liz (I think they were jealous!).

This weekend should also be the Oglebay Heritage Festival, where Dad's band is playing. Also Don and I want to go see 28 days later. I need more zombies in one summer.