whose bed have ya' boots been under?

i'm waiting at a crosswalk to cross the street. A very very old man in an extremely masculine looking yellow convertible sports car (with the top down) comes racing by. This same man happens to be blasting his loud, new, fancy stereo so that everyone who is within a mile can hear his music to perfection. His song choice? Shania Twain- "Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under?"

(Ironically, the old man i saw looked a lot like the one in this video at 0:51...white stache and all)

As if this story couldn't get better. I walk through a few buildings and out into another parking lot. The same man happens to drive by me for a second time. With another classic Shania Twain hit.

Needless to say. The morning that had me in nearly tears turned into uncontrollable laughter on my walk home from campus. Thank you, old man.

i need.

to hike a mountain.

i miss the wilderness.

when i was five i married a man named rebecca.

He had red hair and was at least 20 years older than me. In efforts to avoid this event, i hid in my wedding dress. It happened to be hanging in a closet in the middle of a meadow.

This is one of the earliest dreams that i can remember in detail. Am i the only one who is constantly dreaming? i'm talkin' long, vivid, bizarre dreams. dang near e'ry night. Dreams that feel so real, it takes a good 30 seconds after waking up to realize who and where you really are.

The other day i was talking to a friend who claims that he never has dreams. If he does, he doesn't remember them. Because of this, he has a hard time believing people when they give outrageous dream recaps. He's convinced that his roommate makes up dreams just so he can have a crazy story to tell. I decided it would be better not to mention to him that the night before I had dreamt that i was in a 1970's horror film that involved giant killer whales.

It was terrifying.

remember

I spent a lot of my Saturday watching the history channel with my roommate. Watching footage from September 11, 2001 brought that day back so vividly. It felt so surreal. I cannot believe that it has been 9 years since America was attacked. I will never forget how I felt that day or the many days following it.

"It's a memory of tragedy and shock, of loss and mourning. It's also a memory of bravery and self-sacrifice, and the love that lays down its life for a friend--even a friend whose name it never knew."

-George W. Bush