This Christmas, I was forced to finally go through the boxes of my crap taking over my parents’ basement. While rediscovering treasures like a cassette of Wilson Phillips’ “Hold On,” troll key chains, and more chokers than a person should be legally allowed to possess, I was once again the

County fairs are one of my favorite things about summer.  Call me crazy, but the combination of fast rides, funnel cake, caramel apples, games and carnies makes me feel like I’m 11 again, which in this case, is a good thing.  It has been a long time since I got