I’m NOT Milla Jovovich. . .

Last night I had another dream. I dreamed I was in the “Resident Evil: Apocalypse” movie and I was Milla Jovovich. First, I was in the little convenience store where Nemesis fires the rocket launcher at the STARs members. I ran out the back and hid behind a huge garbage dumpster, which protected me from the blast. After Nemesis left, I started walking the other way. I looked at the chain link fences and the trash in the street and thought to myself, yes, this looks like a Resident Evil movie. Not too many zombies though.

I was after a little German man who was starting factions in Raccoon City, but he sent his group of super tall men under mind control after me.There were too many and I was trapped, but then I thought to myself. “Wait a minute. I’m Milla Jovovich. With my superpowers, I will jump to the top of this house and evade them.” So I jumped, but just barely made the roof and had to pull myself up. How embarrassing.


Even worse, one of the tall men managed to get onto the roof too. I was evading him, but the roof of the house was completely covered by piles of books that would teeter when you stepped on them. So I thought, “I’m Milla Jovovich.I could simply push the guy backwards and because of all the slippery books, he will easily fall to the ground.” So I suddenly turned around and pushed the guy down, but he didn’t fall off the roof, or even unbalance the books! Unbelievable. So I jumped down from the roof and ran into a restaurant.

I guess even in dream I couldn’t really believe I was Milla. *sniff*


My little dance performance

So a couple of weeks ago, my class had our little dance recital. It was a dance demo day, so there was salsa, Irish step dance, hip-hop, African dance, modern, and us. It went pretty well. I was a little sad because I didn’t want to bring Rowan, but then all these families came and I missed her. None of my close friends in town could make it either, but then right before we went on Nancy showed up, so that was nice.

Our routine was only 2 minutes long, but apparently we did okay because we got a fair amount of compliments. I even got an anonymous compliment in craislist:

“You are beautiful with your long hair, smoldering eyes and movements. I love your tat.

Probably you don’t realize how enticing you are. ”

Hee hee. But my favorite was Nancy, who told me “Thanks for bringing art and beauty into my life.” Which is probably one of the best compliments I’ve ever received.


Last night Rowan & I took a bath together, which we haven’t done in awhile.  For a couple of weeks there, she wanted to take a shower with me, which is always problematic as naked children are a bit slippery, especially when you add soap.  (Yes, I had to hold her too).  So now she’s switched back to baths.  Avery’s birthday is tomorrow, so as we were in the bath we pretended that the bubbles were cake with cream.  I don’t know where the cream part came in, but it seemed pretty English to me.  After a bit, I propped my legs up on the edge of the tub.  Then my legs became a cave that she, the mermaid, would hide in.  Then she started putting bubbles in the crook of my knees.  I asked her what she was doing and she they were cobwebs.  Then she’d say, “Time to sqoosh them away!” and she would clean them out.  I guess mermaids have problems with spiders in their caves.

On a semi-related note, she has also been singing “The Itsy-Bitsy Lobster” to the tune of (of course) “The Itsy-Bitsy Spider”.  We just have a thing with the sea lately.