While my womb gently weeps...

Not even 2 months old, and already making international phone calls via Skype (with a little help of her Grandma).

Baby Ema

How is it even possible to be so cute??!

Of things unrelated

I have a beautiful baby niece Ema! Let me show you her!



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I have new footwear! SHINY!



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You know what would look good on that stumpy ankle? A tattoo.


OR


*iz thinking*

I said "there is nothing that I can do for you that you can't do for yourself." He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."

It happens when, for the first time, you talk to someone from the other side of the world, and they sound just as dorky and adorable as you pictured them. (I'm looking at you, Lindy!)

It happens when your cousin, who you and your family could barely stand visiting once or twice a year, stops drinking and once again becomes almost a brother you remember from growing up.

It happens when his 6-year-old son, who barely knows you, curls up against you holding your hand as he watches cartoons.

It happens when that boy, asked if he loves his Aunt Dana, says Nooo, points his finger at you and adds, diese ist viel besser (this one is much better). And hey, "'From the mouths of little children..." and all that! :P

My hair. It is asymmetrical.

Ungulates!

I love Maichan because she brings rainbows and ponies into my life! Often combined.




There goes her street cred... :P
To restore it, I must add she also scared the crap out of me with her card that SPEWED A NINJA BUTTERFLYINTO MY FACE! Gaaaaaaah! Scary motherfucker.
I've since scared my Mom, Dad, sister, sister's BF, and an unsuspecting neighbour. MT would be proud - she first send it to Maichan, and it has been passed on. LOL

Not everyone in my family is happy to see a horse, though.
This is Ferdinand trying to chase the horse away.


The horse totally ignored him, so he tried a less subtle approach.

Poor dog, completely unaware of his size and how nonthreatening he is. *pets him*

As long as you're under my roof...

You were saying?

Flowers in the Attic & Other Asorted Crap

So we're cleaning our attic. For the first time in 63 years. Yep. The crap in our attic has been through a war intact. We found stuff my late grandma left there, the grandma that remarried and moved to another town in 1981. 'Nuff said.

We brought down our old school books and my diaries and notebooks with poems. I was one fuckin' emo teenager. The one with no gift for poetry whatsoever. Maybe if I stuck with the same motive, but that was so hard, considering how I was ~eternally in love~ with a different boy every other week. I even found my first fanfiction that I wrote before I even knew the concept existed. Obviously, we're talking blatant self-insert about meeting my favourite singer at his concert, falling madly in love at first sight, ad then marrying him to be living happily ever after in his castle in Ireland. What?! It could've happened! If, y'know, he didn't decide to become a monk and is now living in some monastery in France. God has come between me and my true love! *shakes fist*

Among my favourites there was a metal pipe with two holes near one end with a wire stuck through them, apparently with no purpose whatsoever, a car tyre, and an egg - a chicken egg, as it appears. Not boiled, not artificial. A real, live, albeit rotten, egg.

Another interesting thing was this... I guess it's some kind of a scrapbook with messages from 1884. 1884!! I have no idea what they say because it's pretty much all in Hungarian, with some German. It looks really pretty, though, so I took pictures.











Hot dude is hot. LOL

The absolute winner, however, is THIS:



That, my friends, is the contraception of the early 20th century. I kid you not. The woman would stick one end of a rubber hose at the end of the little thing sticking out at the bottom, pour warm water into the container, then shove the other end of the hose into her vagina after the intercourse, and wash the sperm out.

AT LEAST NOW I HAVE SOLVED THE PROBLEM OF CONTRACEPTION TO BRING WITH ME TO KRK.

You're a butterfly and you want to be in flowers

I took pictures today. I'm sorry I bore you but they're so PRETTY!!!

For oft, when on my couch I lie / In vacant or in pensive mood

"Daffodils" (1804)

I wander'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

I miss my hair

Nothing left to lift me up

I'm glad he set you free from sorrow

DEBELI

2002-2009
R.I.P.

These mean streets are meant for none

Last night, around 6.30, as I was walking home from the train station, down my dark, half a mile long street, a car, a huge pale yellow Mercedes, pulled over next to me. The passenger side window was down and, as I looked into the car, I saw a guy, my age, maybe a couple of years older than me, saying something to me. I shook my head indicating I hadn't heard him, so he repeated: Are you going to the centre? Can I give you a ride? I gave him a disbelieving look and managed a no, so he moved along, leaving me on my toes, waiting for him to change his mind and stop once again. He didn't, though, and soon the car was out of my sight.

And now I ask you, who does that??! Who offers a ride to an unknown girl on a dark street with no one around? People you do not want to get in a car with, that's who. And what does my sister say? She said: Why didn't you accept?!

Call me cynical (after all, maybe the guy was just trying to be nice) but sometimes, living in this world makes me wanna crawl to some place safe, and never come out. Much like this:

There ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my... Hair, hair, hair!

Sonja decided to pay for my hair done for my birthday. Well, taa-daa!

It's Christmas time in the city

It sure is fancy how you love me

OH. MY. GOD.

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS THE AWESOME THAT ARE MAICHAN AND AJ.

Do you know what they did? DO YOU? No, you don't. So listen.
Maichan got me a Christmas card and then AJ got JENSEN FUCKING ACKLES SIGNING IT FOR ME! And now I have something touched by Jensen Ackles. (Which basically means I should get tested cuz God knows what I got just by opening the envelope. :P )

But look at my card!!!!!


And the best part? THE BEST PART is the card itself (and I'm pretty sure he never saw the front of it TEE
HEE) because LOOK AT IT:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

For those who may not know who Jensen Ackles is:

And THEN Maichan add the second card, this time from herself in which she mentions hobos, emo cutting, and boobies. To be precise, her husband thinks Jensen's sig looks like boobies (and for the extra lulz: that's pretty much how MY boobs look like - completely different in size and shape!), Maichan thinks I'm a hobo who cannot afford heat in the winter, yet she asks of me not to be cutting myself, because SHE LURVEEEES ME! It's the most awesome Christmas card EVER! Let me show you it: