Spring is awesome!

It's the most wonderful time of the year.
New life, new hope, fresh zeal, all wrapped up in the beautiful flowers that speak of God's greatness.

I liked this one because it was just budding, I love the way the leaves are beginning to pop out.

Wharton International Cultural Show '08

WICS went very well.

Awkward

So I go to pick Mich up from school today, I open the door and see one of my little friends - a girl who is as cute as a button. Her face lights up when I walk in the door, I give her a wide smile and wave.
Seconds later I notice one of the male teachers a few meters behind her waving back at me with a weird look on his face. Shoot!
I believe he thought I was smiling and waving at him but couldn't figure out why I was so happy. Anyway I immediately darted into the lunch room which, thank goodness was just where it needed to be.
I'm hoping he doesn't think I've gone crazy or something.

The scene keeps playing in my mind, clearly I'm not over it. I felt embarrassed but I can't explain that I was waving at my little friend, then again I don't need to, it was just awkward.

Busy weeks

I signed up to participate in the African dance for the Wharton International Cultural Show. Rehearsals have been on almost every other day.
I did a lot of sitting around for the most past of the winter, now all over a sudden I'm working out like there is no end in sight. My body (poor thing) must be going through shock, wondering what's going on.
With the first practices I was aching every where, now I just feel exhausted.
This should help me lose a few pounds. It doesn't help that the rest of the dancers are tiny, I'm like the big mama in the group. Other than that, it's fun interacting with Wharton students.
The function is later on today and I'm looking forward, I think it's gonna be lots of fun.

After this I have to tune my voice for a wedding on Saturday. That should be quite interesting, I haven't attended any serious functions for almost two years let alone an American wedding. I'm not quite sure what the dress code is, I might have to go look for something because my ward robe has been in the "stay home mom" mode. You know, faded jeans, sneakers and t-shirts, I'm not even sure what's "in" these days. It feels like I closed that chapter when I came here - how ironic.
Anyway, I have a rehearsal dinner on Friday and the wedding on Saturday. As if it's not hard enough finding suitable clothing for the wedding, I have to think of the rehearsal dinner too.

Meanwhile it's 2 o'clock in the morning and sleep is no where to be found. Shoosh!

Dreams

What's in a dream?
It's a question I've been pondering.
Lately I've had some pretty intense dreams and I'm wondering what to make of them.

When I have good dreams I kind of hope they manifest, but when I have not-so-good ones I just want to forget that they happened.

For almost three consecutively nights I've dreamed and been able to recount most of the details. Dreaming in itselft is a stretch, or when I do I can't for the life of me remember what happened.

Friday night, I dreamed that I was doing a photo shoot with Denzel Washington. Mmm! not bad, not bad at all. We took the photos and that was it. I wasn't falling over myself about taking pictures with Denzel. But in another corner of my mind (maybe the part of me that was awake??) I was thinking "girl, you got it good, people would bend over backwards to have this opportunity". The "me" in the dream was very laid back, we took the photos and sat there waiting for I don't remember what. The "me" not exactly in the dream was saying "now is your chance to introduce yourself and get the conversation going", well I didn't do anything. Then Denzel said "hi, are you married?" and I responded "yes I am". He said he was married too and mentioned that he had 3 kids. The end.
Now, if that came true woo hoo!! I'd be glad.

Do you ever wonder how some people show up in your dreams?, people you never think of, "how on earth did this happen, and just what are you doing in my dreams?.

Saturday night, I dreamed that I was with a younger person who wanted to go swimming in the lake. I agreed but before I could finish the sentence, the person was already in the water. I don't quite recall who the person was but they had Mich's personality.

I called to them to come back and put on some protective gear but they were already splashing. As I watched, a crocodile appeared from under the water just in time to close it's jaws on the person. I was in utter shock and helpless, the person was in the crocodiles mouth, it was too late. The end.
Not good, not good at all.

Things seemed to get even more wierd.

Sunday night, I dreamed that I was looking after uncle John (those who know him, know him, those who don't, don't).
Anyway, Uncle John was sick - was on crutches and had partly lost his mind. Some body came to the house and put me at gun point, I have no idea what they wanted. Just when the guy was beginning to threaten me Uncle John came in and said "don't even think about it". I thought the gun man was going shoot both of us, then ... it ended.

As crazy as dreams are, they just end, sometimes before the story is actually over.

I don't know what to make of all this but I'm certainly praying for cover.