I have bizarre dreams.

Here is a transcription of the dream I had last night.

Context: Kelly came back from Norway slightly
before Christmas, and we were hanging out. This is our exchange.

Lynn: Oh, hey Kelly, welcome back!
Kelly: Good to see you but I can’t hang out for very long.
Lynn: Oh, what are you doing?
Kelly: Scott and I are going shopping.
Lynn: What are you shopping for?
Kelly: Listen to this! Drew’s mom just called me and told me that when I come over there for Christmas, Drew is going to propose! So I am going shopping for wedding flowers.
Lynn: Oh, wow! Congratulations! When’s the wedding?
Kelly: Oh, not for like another year, and don't say anything because the proposal is supposed to be a surprise.
Lynn: Then why are you going flower shopping right now?
Kelly: Oh, Drew’s mom is going to hire a professional photographer to photograph the proposal, and she wanted me to pick out the flowers I want to have in the house, so the proposal pictures match the wedding pictures.

Kelly also informed me that the flowers were 'red, white, and blue, like the American flag'.

USA! USA! USA!

OBAMA DAY! OBAMA DAY! I LOVE OBAMA DAY!

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* This picture is from the website mychemicaltoilet.com

Red, White, and Blued

Yesterday, I celebrated the holiest of holy days to AmeriCorps members, Independence Day.

To quote Kyle Raden, when asked if he was red, white, or blue:

"I'm all of those colors, because I am as American as fuck."

This is how American I am:
First, I had some coffee at Starbucks, a major American corporation. Then Nicole, Rachel, and Carolyn tricked me into going to to Walmart (Don't worry, I didn't buy anything there). Then we went to Red Robin for lunch where we ate overly large portion sizes of food that had been made with partially hydrogenated oils and high fructose corn syrup. Eventually, Jodi and I made it down to Zuanich Park to watch the fireworks.

The fireworks were awesome. Nicole and I made sure to salute whenever the fireworks were red, white and blue. After one particularly spectacular red, white, and blue firework, Jodi announced, "That one was like an American planet!" Yes it was, Jodi, yes it was.

Boredom, Crossword Puzzles, and Pigs

(Incidentally, I spelled 'boredom' wrong in the title the first time. I spelled it 'boredome'.)

Only one hour and forty-six minutes left. That means I have been here for twelve hours and fourteen minutes.

I love it when crossword puzzle clues are puns. Check out this one that I found in my copy of Penny Press Good Times Crossword Puzzles:

44d: Stage Hog

The answer: Ham

Ha ha ha ha ha ha. See, a ham is someone who would monopolize the stage, but it is also a kind of meat that comes from a pig. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

I got this clue right away, probably due to my extensive background in swine raising. For those of you who don't know, I did 4-H growing up. It wasn't wimpy dog or sewing 4-H. It was livestock. Over the course of six years, I raised and sold twelve pigs. I named them, fed them, gave them baths, and then five months later, sold them for candy money. My mom likes to tell a story (possibly apocryphal) about how I was crying after selling my first pigs (Hamlet and Swinestein- my pigs always had awesome names), but then they handed me the check, and I stopped crying. She also says that when I was four, I asked, “Why don’t all the poor people just get jobs?” Maybe my parents shouldn’t have sent me to Ayn Rand preschool.

My favorite pig was a Duroc gilt (gilt: female pig that has yet to produce a litter.) named Indiana Jones. My other pig that year was named Ace Ventura. These were my two favorite movie characters in fifth grade. Indy was the GRAND CHAMPION at the Lincoln County Spring Fair. This sounds impressive, until you learn that there were about nine other pigs participating at the Lincoln County Spring Fair.

Side note: Spring Fair usually occurred around April 19th, so I spent many of my birthdays in a horse trailer, washing pigs. I would highly recommend this for your next birthday celebration.

Side note 2: My dad has a picture on the wall of his office that is of me, at the Spring Fair, wearing an American flag western shirt, in turquoise cowboy boots, with a bowl cut. I definitely picked out each element of that outfit myself, including the bowl cut. How embarrassing. One downside to being an only child is that all terrible childhood photos are definitely of you.

However, Indy also received a purple ribbon at the Spokane Junior Livestock Show, the largest junior livestock show west of the Mississippi.

Perhaps you’re not that impressed with a purple ribbon. You think, “Blue is the best.” Well, prepare for your world to be rocked. Purple is actually the best. Purple is saying, “You are so awesome that blue isn’t even good enough for you.” It’s like the ribbon authorities got together and decided that some things are so great that they had to create a whole new category to describe the glory. That category is: PURPLE. That is what my pig won. RIP, Indy. You were a damn fine hog.

Live from the 2008 BIA Home Show!

So I've finally jumped on the blogging band wagon. Here are the top six reasons why:

6. Perhaps this will make me a better speller, but I doubt it. (Kelly Walden, feel free to correct my spelling. (Don't, however, correct my grammar.))

5. I went to a workshop on using online social networking to 'build your brand' and number one suggestion for doing so was to start a blog.

4. I don't want Nicole to become more famous than I am, because I feel like that would throw off the dynamic in our relationship a la Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillipe.

3. This blog will be the staging ground for my battle against the font 'Arial Narrow'.

2. Possibly Stephen Colbert will read my blog, ask me to write for his show, and then marry me.

And the number one reason is....I have been at the Home and Garden Show in Lynden for the last five hours, and will be here for the next seven, as well as for eight tomorrow and six on Sunday. Yay for AmeriCorps and its 24/7 committment.

As much as there are things I would rather be doing this weekend, tabling at the Home Show isn't bad. I have talked to 20 or so people who are at least, by my estimation, 200 years old and the guy accross from me is wearing hammer pants, a tye-dye shirt, and he's selling fake crocs and specialty olives. However, one of the nearby booths is selling extendable flag poles, so he has at least FIVE American flags. If you didn't already know, AmeriCorps members are expected to salute American flags whenever they are visible. My arm is very tired from saluting for 5 hours.

I considered starting a blog that consisted of the work journal that I have to keep for AmeriCorps. However, most entries read something like:

Typed names into database. Went to Copy Source.

It was boring enough when I experienced it the first time. No one else needs to. (Ooooh...I ended a sentence with a preposition! Suck on that KJW!)

I think that's enough for a first blog post. Expect 14 or 15 more today, loyal readers.