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I got wind (shut up.. just be patient for the sentence to end, I’m not talking about that kind of wind) that Kevin over at fuelmyblog is giving away a signed copy of Kyle MacDonald’s book about his adventures trading that famous one red paper clip.

In case you don’t know what I’m talking about (and where the frac have you been then) Kyle set out to trade one red paper clip for a series of items that were then traded for something else until he ended up with a house.

No.. not a playhouse, or a doghouse. A real, honest to goodness house. It’s in Kipling, Saskatchewan, so Kyle, like fracas, is a resident of Saskatchewan.

Which brings me to the point of this post.

“I want the signed oneredpaperclip book given away on fuelmyblog”

I think Kyle’s book screams “Give me to fracas.” I’m prepared to tell you why. Here are my top 5 reasons.

1.   I have fueled Kyle’s blog (obviously over at fuelmyblog) way before anyone was making a fuss about him. Way back when he had like, oh.. almost no votes. I voted for him before their new voting system that allows us to see who’s voting for us came into effect. Yeah. That long ago, I was actually voting for him. Yeah. Him and Saskboy. Because. Umm, well, because they’re from where I am and I was like, rah rah rah with the pom poms and little skirt. (Okay, there was no little skirt. Okay, there were no pom poms. But there was voting and rah rah-ing for people from where I am… we have to stick together.

2.   I, being a resident of Saskatchewan, and having spent way too many hours on the highways with three kids, actually know where Kipling is. I’ve seen the green sign on the side of the highway with the actual fraccy eyes. I… could drive over to Kipling any time I like, and stand in front of the big red paper clip and take a fraccy photo. Heck, I could toilet paper Kyle’s house for Halloween if I wanted to. I’d like to see the rest of you say that! What? No.. I didn’t mean I’d do that to Kyle’s house, only that I could. I would never toilet paper someone’s house. I’d worry far too much that Sheryl Crow would hear about it and come after me. You know, it’s damn hard to be taken seriously when toilet papering a house, when you only use one square. Ok… well, I suppose toilet papering a house might fall into that “serious situation” where a person needed three squares, but even then, it’s hard to make a big splash with only three squares to cover an entire house. See that map? That green arrow is Kipling.

3.   I also know about a town in Saskatchewan called Kinley. People confuse it with Kipling when they talk. It’s like, “oh, you’re from Kinley? That guy with the oneredpaperclip who traded it for a house lives there.” “No, that’s Kipling. No one like that Kyle guy lives in Kinley.” “Ohhhhh. Yeah. Damn, I always mix those two up.” 

See? I actually know the difference between Kinley and Kipling, so frac… even if some other Saskatchewan person (like Saskboy, who might be lurking and scheming to get the book for himself) thinks they should get the book, it should still be me because I know the difference between Kipling and Kinley. Well, I also know that Kipling isn’t Kisbey, Killaly or Kincaid either, but I don’t want to brag. You can check that out  for yourself.

4.   In my life, I have traded many things also. Now, these are only but a drop in the bucket of trades I’ve made in my lifetime. I’ve traded my girlish figure for one with stretch marks and boobs that might be slightly less than perky after breastfeeding three babies (not all at once); being a mom of three I’ve traded my sanity for the slightly less than serene version of the person who would write posts such as Boob-a-licious Boobs, Ugly Crotches and Soiled Knickers or Hey… that’s no carrot and I’ve traded my grey hair in for some (albeit fake) really awesome red (or burgundy if it’s that week) hair. So you see Kevin (and Kyle, whom I understand will choose the winner) I’m almost like Kyle’s twin. Like, like… family  (but only if Kyle actually likes his family.  If not, then screw those damn bastards… I’ll be like Kyle’s evil twin, his mini-me.)

5.   I love redpaperclips. I wear them, I decorate my house with them and I even dream about them.

So Kevin, Kyle… just admit it. No one really deserves that book as much as I do. I’m a trading kind of person, just like Kyle. See, even in writing this post I’ve traded something.

My dignity.

Ok. Shut up. Just because I never had it before I wrote the post doesn’t mean I can’t say I’ve traded it. I can say what I want. It’s my blog.

“I want the signed oneredpaperclip book given away on fuelmyblog”

Thanks.