I heart butterflies.

I will try to catch yall up to date with my whereabouts. I went to NYC in February to visit with my brother. It was absolutely wonderful. The whole weekend was mine. I saw my friends, spent time with my brother. I treasure the time I get with him (which I hope he knows...). I went to museums each day - I hit up the American Folk Art museum which I have to say is one of my favorites I've ever been to (it was my first time...) - second only to the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. I went out, had drinks with old friends and just had a generally grand old time. To the left is a pic i really love - compliments of Rachel - taken at the Museum of Natural History at their Butterfly exhibit. The best time to go is about 5pm because they bring in a mesh bag with all that days hatchlings and you get to help release them. They feel really neat walking all over you and their colors are breathtaking.

And on an entirely different note -

What have I gotten myself into for the next three years of my life...what do you think of this my Israeli friends out there...

Israelis...
Sing and clap when the plane lands safely home.
Call everyone "my brother."
Talk to passing cars with closed windows.
Crack sunflower seeds at soccer games.
Love crowds.
Sell scalp-massage machines in American malls.
Come into your store while talking on a cellphone and tell you [the owner] that they'll be right with you.
Joke with everyone.
Arrive at any place in the world and transform it into an Israeli scene.
Lack tact.
Don't care what anyone thinks.
Scratch their [privates] in front of everyone.
Ask you how much money you make after knowing you for five minutes.
Talk about the army like it was the best time of their lives.
Tell racist jokes, but get angry about anti-Semitism.
Offer a stranger a bite of their food instead of answering the question, "Is it tasty?"
They are just funny.
Try to talk English.
Drink chocolate milk from plastic bags.
Are not ashamed of anything.
Hate everything here while in Israel; when abroad boast that everything in Israel is the best.
Ask strangers to watch their kids for a second.
Get married in an un-tucked short-sleeved shirt with no jacket.
Clean the floor with water and squeegees.
Don't know how to line up.
Put hot sauce on everything.
Have a celebration without alcohol.
Smoke inside the mini-market.
Israelis are the ones who will push you down to get on the bus, but they are also the ones to help you up first.