My first night back at Ithaca I had quite the dream experience. Now I have recently got into Law & Order of the SVU kind. However, I had not watched any in at least 24 hours if not more so before I hit the hay. Well guess what? I had a dream about it.

Here's the thing, the images are hazy but basically I was on the set a lot with the actors, mainly Mariska Hargitay aka Det. Olivia Benson, whom apparently I had rapidly become good friends with. She hugged me when I arrived on set and then I assume we had a really fun hang out and BS session, then she'd hug me bye and insist that I stop by later.

But then, somehow my dream morphed and it was like I was on the show because suddenly I was in what looked like a psych ward with jail like overtones. Naturally I began to panic because clearly I didn't belong there, though some may disagree. At this point I was visited by the actual character of Olivia Benson, or so it seemed. Since she was now my good friend I voiced my concerns in a rather paniced and scared tone. She said she'd help me out.

Now for the best part. For some reason I had some type of roommate in this psych ward and she was for real crazy as in Ca-RAY-zee. Though I didn't witness exact examples of how crazy, I innately knew she was no good. So Olivia comes and visits me again and I tell her I have to get out of there because I'm scared she's going to kill me and once again, I didn't belong here. GET ME OUT!

Then I woke up. At first I was pretty confused, a second later I was thinking, "Oh man how awesome I'm good friends with a celebrity." Only to realize the harsh reality that it wasn't real and didn't happen.

So now if I ever run into Mariska it will prob be super awkward.

Many families take part in tradition, or the passing down of stories/skills from one generation to another. The Italian teach about spaghetti, the Chinese about rice, the Spanish about salsa and nachos, and the Irish of course teach how to never be tan. When guess what? I'm Irish. And beyond this innate gift is yet another that up until recently I felt was a skill only I was capable of.

You see when I was a young lass my cousins Adam and Eric taught me how to make fart noises with both my hands. You press them to your mouth and blow. It's really quite simple. But I discovered when I did this that I could achieve fart noises with just one hand. This comes in handy when I want to create the hilarity of a realistic fart.

Well it seems that only an Evanson has the power to achieve the one handed fart, for whenever I show friends, they try it and fail. Yet all on his own, without my teachings, little Shawn Evanson has been able to achieve this skill. It appears that the fake fart is strong with my family.