Eva
Eva wrote:Was nominated for a community leadership program. Had to get two letters of recommendation. Just got them & read them. They are eloquent and effusive. I am both embarrassed and delighted. If what they say is true, I guess I AM a goddess!
Big grins here.
Lucky them to get you Eva.
Hugs,
BBB
Thank you all so much! It sure is nice to have cheerleaders!
Geez, I didn't realize just how much community work I've done through the years until I sat down today to detail it all for the application. Wow. If only I had been paid to do all this, I could afford to visit each one of you individually and give you a hug in person.
On second thought, I might even have been able to afford a REAL villa in Venice.
Hmmm.........A2K hugs? or Venetian villa?
<thinking, thinking...tough choice>
Congrats, Eva. I'm sure you deserved every word of the praise.
Why don't you get the Venetian Villa...and invite us all there!!
<why did I read that as Venetian Vanilla?>
I had a funny phone conversation with the general just now. Beth, remind me to tell you about the holy anchor.
Jillian, while sitting on the floor with me coloring, was drinking a big cup of juice.
Daddy had just made it so it was still kinda cool and full. She picked it up from her side and tipped it up to take a drink and the top fell off. Soaking the front of her dress she jumped up. " ****-AAHHoouuwwww"
i think my little girl said the S word!!!!!
Ah, yes, it's great fun the first time a little one swears.....
Heh.
This morning I smiled about the high-booted, arty girl who was - at length - taking a photo of her boyfriend, having breakfast at Mai Mano. Sweet.
What has made me smile so far today...
a toy cow that moo's and laughs, while vibrating on my desk!!!
Hehe...no wonder I like it!
Not quite a smile, but the realisation of pleasant, anyway ...
I had to go to the Ministry of the Interior Office of Such and So, to have my residence papers filed.
Once I got there, I remembered I was there before - when I came to study here for half a year. Oh, and I only got to this office after going to the other one first! That was it. Went to some dingy office in Terezvaros, waited for three and a half hours with a lot of exasperated people, only to be told I needed to be at another place, down in Kelenfold instead. Went there and had to wait another hour, quite a paperwork, I remember a dusty, cramped office.
Huh. Had totally forgotten that.
OK, so this time, I was picked up at the gate by someone from an agency that does these things for my employer. She brought me to the second entrance of the office - the "VIP" office. Spacious place with round tables for you to get your papers in order. Woman from the agency filed through a pile of papers, all in Hungarian, sign here, sign here, sign here too. And here as well. Then took me to a counter, no line to stand in, where another woman from the agency was dealing with the office person lady. Quick-fire procedure. Office lady turns a page from the file, agency lady shows her the appropriate required document, office lady stamps, stamps and stamps again, next page, and so on - all without a single word. Within three minutes the agency lady shook my hand, said we'll take it from here, thank you.
Not bad.
(Have to be glad that I'm from where I am though, as addendum - the Byelorussian guy down the hall last Monday had to fly to Warsaw for the day (!) in order to file his residency application at the Hungarian embassy there - which of course will only just send it to Budapest, until it's done and the approval is sent back to Warsaw, where homeboy will then again have to fly to go get it. No kidding. Crazy.)
uggghhhgg.
Isn't Hungarian bureaucracy beautiful? i love it, it makes no sense, there is no order to it, and it's all in hungarian. doing research there was a challenge. i remember how i got lost in the parliament.... wondering around for good 45 minutes not being able to find anything or ask anyone..... mysterious system they have. love it.
(Interesting, Thomas, about the Nobel prize comment. One of the recipients in Medicine did a bunch of his research at our local University).
So the Rolling Stones are in Charlottesville tonight for a concert at the football stadium at the University of Virginia. It shouldn't be any different than a home football game that attracts 50,000 people but somehow it is.
For one thing, it is a weeknight rather than a Saturday. So, many offices (including those at UVA) are dismissing early so locals can get out of town before the traffic gets really bad. There are big buses drifting around; three parked across the street from my store. Not the typical passenger bus but the kind with deeply tinted windows that you can't see through from the outside or no windows at all where the sleeping areas are. We started a rumor that Mick was on one of them.
Charlottesville has three low bridges, one very low (11 or 12 feet) in the area of the concert. Truck-eating bridges. Some of the buses can't get under them and have to back up a block on Main Street in order to turn around. Traffic snarls and the folks caught in the traffic jam snarl.
Ticket scalping is, I hear, pretty rampant. I have heard some prices but can't verify them.
One of my employees lives about 200 yards from the stadium. They will be able to hear the whole show but not be able to see it. His housemates are having a cookout tonight. Neil is in a Christian acappella group; so the Stones is not quite his kind of music. He may sleep elsewhere.
As for johnboy, he is safely at home. He got a shipment of 500 narcissus bulbs (daffodils) and will spend the evening (if it stops drizzling) getting started on putting them in the ground. Maybe I'll catch Mick when he does his next tour through town in another ten years.
All this grimacing and teeth gritting in the midst of the cornucopia of goodies within which it is our duty to wallow.
I had a three-sceese day. Cheddar with breakie, feta with lunch and brie just now. Somehow I find this to be funny.
It will be even funnier tomorrow.
sceese? What the hell is sceese? Nah, my body likes cheese.
