today was interesting.

mom and i went to woodland to meet up with sal and grandpa wendell. we went to the farmer's fair in sunfield. it was everything i thought a farmer's fair in a podunk "town" (and i use the term loosly) in the middle of bumfuck could be.

book sale (to raise money for a book dropbox at the library)! softball tournament! basketball tournament! parade (the tractors outnumbered the fire trucks)! geneaology table! playing horseshoes! bbq! an old guy missing 4 fingers* selling shelves and bookcases he made! frog hop contest!

*the old guy, who shall be known as carl (because its his name), actually knows mom. his daughter janice used to be friends with mom. they'd always go to each other's house, etc. i met janice last year. she's pretty nice. when mom and i went to see 'rent' last year, janice and her girlfriend was there. girlfriend or wife, i dunno. her woman. they're both pretty nice.

so, the frog hop contest. it was very fun. 4 of my cousins entered it. only 3 actually took their frogs out there though. tanner got scared cuz there were a lot of people. michela almost squashed her frog though. it was funny. some kids (56 kids entered the contest), had these big ass frogs. and boy could they jump.

after the fair, sal, mom and i drove around to some yard/barn sales (grandpa came in his own truck). we got back to their house, and were there for about 5 minutes before we went and delivered bait with grandpa.

my day was very country bumpkin-y. just call me daisy mae, ya'll.

music: beastie boys