Two months?

Sorry, dear readers (are you still there?!), I have been neglecting my "Dear Diary" duties. (haha! DUTY)

Before I get started, a special message for Amy and Heather: TRIM

Now, then. Over two months have passed, and boy have they been busy ones. If they weren't, I'd just be a lazy girl who hasn't posted, so yes..very very busy. In this time, we have:

(1) Received our official Permanent Residency Visas for New Zealand
(2) Hosted weekend guests on two separate weekends (and lived to tell about it, after shock therapy)
(3) Reconnected with an old friend I thought was lost to me
(4) Attended a wedding in West Virgina
(5) Got a quote from the movers to move all our crap overseas
(6) Finalized wedding plans - just 24 days now!
(7) Bought our one-way airline tickets to Wellington

And sure, work, working out...the regular stuff too. I've also continued to be pissed off about:

(1) Smokers
(2) SUVs
(3) The government
(4) People who hate or discriminate against homosexuals


Instead of updating you on all this stuff right now, I'm going to tell you about the very weird dream I had last night. So vivid and awesome, but strange:

It was around this time, if not closer to the wedding. I say that because there were a ton of people in the house, which would only happen if it was the day before the wedding. The dream started with me commuting home, as I do every evening, down Route 32. Traffic was slowing, so I looked around to see why. Low and behold, there were things all over the sky. As they came closer, I saw that they were angels carrying a child or another person, flying by slowly at tree level and higher. It really looked like people with costume angel wings, not that I've seen a real angel.

The site was a bit unnerving, and I had no idea what was going on, or if it was just happening here, or all over the country. I was almost home, so I waited to talk to Darren until I got there. As I mentioned, there were a bunch of people in the house (my brother/his wife, various other family members and friends), all talking about the angels. The news was portraying this as a sign the world was coming to an end, especially with all the current wars in the Middle East. Darren had his own theories, including a marketing stunt for a play opening in the area. He'd "seen it before". I told him I didn't see any planes or helicopters above the "angels" that could have explained how they were flying. We discussed calling friends all over the country to see if it was happening everywhere or just here (no result to that one).

In our true nature, Darren and I discussed calling the airlines and booking a flight to NZ that very night, in case the world was indeed ending. He pointed out we already had our visas and could leave at any time. What about the house, and the wedding? Well, if the world was ending, it really wouldn't matter, would it? And if it's not? Then we would take a week vacation and come back. It was a big gamble, and one that was not resolved by the time I woke up.

Very vivid (and entertaining) dream...I woke up thinking the decision of whether to leave now still had to be made.

*end dream*

More udpates to come!