Hungarian Revolution of 1848

Hey long time no see! Totally my bad. So what's my excuse this time? To be honest I've not been feeling like loging in lately. It's all shining outside and got a new bike too and still busy with all my school stuff cos I was ill and missed 1 and a half weeks and been trying to catch up and still feel under the weather. I've already missed my swimming lessons three times in a row. So that's more or less why I was away.But now I'm back to post this drawing of mine to pay my respect for our revolution of 1848. 

Feeling Hungarian

Okay I know he looks like an Eskimo but I'm still happy with it. Who knows Eskimos might celebrate it as well. So many Hungarian people live around the world. Oh and Have you spotted his cockade. We all wear one on this day and my was really beautiful cos mom made it what a pity I can't show you now but I gave it to one of my cousins. In the middle the green part of it was heart-shaped and attached by a nice little button. Actually I drew this last year but at that time I forgot to show you and I know today is not quite accurate either cos the exact date for celebration of it is march 15. That's the day the revolution started 164 years ago with bloodless mass demonstrations in Buda and Pest the day when Petőfi (my unintentional wintery interpretation of him is here) read the Nemzeti dal aloud in Vörösmarty Square to a gathering crowd and his poem which is called National song in English is said to have inspired the revolution. I like it and know it by heart and after little googling I can show you its translation in English if you click here.

And on youtube I found these pieces, 3 ways to recite the poem. I like the first one cos the actor reciting is the one who gave his voice to the great Mufasa in the movie Lion King. It's like a warm pillow. You feel safe. The other 2 are quite disturbing. Especially that girl's interpretation and if you listen carefully to the last one you'd tell it's a bit different cos that actor is leaving out the refrain and makes the poem so different like it's a sudden explosion. 

Fluid state

When fluidity throws 2 living souls together

I've got this for fluid and done by pencil and put some modest shading too. it pictures a gently snoozing polar bear on a robust ice-floe while a penguin's drifting closer and closer and he's getting more and more anxious cos he's been told of the polar bear and it was quite scary but i tell you this bear is kind and friendly so there'd have been no need to be worried but at this very moment my bird ain't know nothing about it.

oh yes the fluidity! it's the big melting the ice is getting thiner and thiner and this lost penguin's is just so tiny that he's standing on tiptoe and needs new accomodations somehow sooner rather than later and the ocean drift freezing fluid makes this encounter kinda inevitable.   

Me In the Sombrero

A girl in sombrero

okay willie your request is granted and here's the photo of me in the sombrero wearing it like a mexican girl on a hot summer day. i liked it and mum made cakes cos the girls were responsible for the food and the boys brought the drink. and my cakes are not those sweetened ones but i don't know its name in english and it's roundish we call it pogácsa and letter cs is pronanced like the ch in chimpanzee and á i don't know whether you have this one it's like pronancing my without the m and the y only the one between. see that is an á. 

Zsombi (4) & Gergő (6)
Light saber & wooden spoon

on this other picture above my cousines can be seen in their kindergarden on the same day. darth vader is zsombi the other one is gergő who is a chef. they sent me this via email. they are very funny right? especially zsombi he's such a character. oh i love them!

okay a bit more about my school party. zsófi was a pirate and actually there were quite many pirates this year. balu dressed like a doctor and ágó was a wounded soldier and balu tried to save his life and he brought an old army stretcher that had been used in some war and balu said more then 80 soldiers had died on it and if you looked at it very closely you could spot some faint blood stain on it. marci was an exhausted daddy cos his father's been kinda weary these days. marci has 4 brothers and sisters and the youngest is only several months old and cries a lot. oh and our teachers were lumbermen. 

there was a lot of funny game too. we shaved balloons and my didn't burst! and everyone was allowed to present her or his favourite music and i chose here I am. and danced a lot as well and drunken sailor was the best i guess. funny dance indead and i plan to play it on the violin too cos it just tickles the ear. 

i see this version is not appropriate but i couldn't find the one we'd sung in the classroom. this one is very funny though. and darth vader is in it too doing that funny dance. i laughed a lot. 

oh and at the end of the day i watched one of the pirates of the caribbean movies. so i tell you willie the day was perfect. hope you like it. bye everybody LiLi out

Popularity - Dream about a mustached cat

katy perry dressed in bra and fancy letters
dreaming of a mustached cat

Okay i'm gonna be quick this time got only a couple of hours left for this drawing to post on If so i tell you the story. it was willie and his drawing of suspense and his bodies covered by writings which i found kinda interesting and we started to talk about this and willie told me those writings had come from homeless people they'd been given money for those boards that now willie applied between his lines and i guess it was important to him to use those boards this way cos i think he's not that kind of person who gives up on them and i spotted on his blog that we are all homeless picture and then it came home to me that i might use one of my drawing to express this. 

so my work at the begining was about a singer called katy perry cos i was at this birthsdayparty of lilla my best friend during our kindergarten years and now we attened different schools but she invited me to her party and all the girls i hadn't met before were listening to katy perry whose songs i was no so familiar with so i played a lot with the boys instead and it was great fun and all the time i tried to talk to or play with lilla there came this girl one of lilla's schoolmates and she always pulled her away from me cos she told that she'd been her new best friend for a long time. so when i heared this new topic popularity i thought katy perry might popular enough to use for this. and as willie suggested i wanted to put on cut out papers but couldn't find any good enough and had no much time after school for this collage techinique and then mum gave me a helping hand actually it was her who finally put on those cut out pieces but showed me on the way how to use photoshop for this and i could create my 100% own picture later but this one can be considered as 70 and 30%. and i think my part is that 70%. so we used old writings of 2 of my ancestors who lived so many years ago and whose handwritings are very beautiful. okay i know there's no homeless boards involved in this one but i couldn't manage to get any and dad said no way anyway. actually they don't usually have those boards around here but we give or buy them food especially this time of the year. by the ikea mum always buys them hotdogs and always buys junky little gizmos from them like you know gizmos.

okay let's cut back to popularity. this image of katy perry is just about it. however blanketed by beautiful letters beyond that she's just like a homeless alien like lady gaga. these days my favorite song's been here i am by bryan adams from the movie spirit. just been in my ears and can't help but sing it all the time. i like that horse in the film. i like horses and this one is just beautiful. okay i'm off to school where there's a costume ball this afternoon and i gonna be a mexican girl wearing a widebrimed sombrero. i chose the costume myself. it took half an hour but worth it. okay really go now LiLi out. 

Suspense and one of those Songs I'm in - Lily, Rosemary and The Jack Of Hearts

Dylan in the morning with Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts

yes there's a lily in there this song that is a bit confusing no really sure what it's all about i mean hardly can match the pieces and the names and there was a murder and a knife and this lily likes playing 5 card stud but has no luck as she drew up the Jack of heart. i think it's a good song to listen to cos it just goes on and on and on endlessly and just pulling you and you kinda get lost a bit and then all of a suddan there's this knife thing out of nowhere and it ends in hanging rosmemary and this jack of heats is nowhere to be found. so what do you think? it just makes me flummoxed but it's weird cos it's like getting up early in a winter morning and it's freezing cold to the bone outside and in your head you are still in that dream of yours you can't really recall now and in the kitchen mum's warming up some milk and you don't know what you should do next and i think this is the same moment that led this singer to write a song like this and the words of it. and i found lots of funny pictures of this man who became very old on the way but then in black and white he must have been real funny. look at his hair for instance. First i wanted to link the song from youtube but this time couldn't find one interesting enough. a couple of months ago there was a good one but it's no available anymore. So i deceided to draw something that shows how a song like that of lily and jack and the cabaret might be born. to be frank dad googled a photo of this singer called dylan that pictures him this way and we agreed that it'd fit so it's done by pencil and i chose to color only his hair cos it made him so special to me on those pictures and i used brown aquarelle pencil and by a few drop of water made it look watercolorish and used it on his coffee too cos the scent of it matches perfectly the winter mornings just like my mum's and on my drawing my bob dylan no sure that he wants to put down the story the way it'd been in his head. that's why we can't ever know who really killed that man.

Well first i wanted to use this post as part of my songs i'm in section but dad said he thought this drawing of mine could kinda say something about suspense too and i said i was no that sure and than he tried to explane what he meant but i could not follow and just let it be shared on illustration friday too and we will see how it ends. 

okay what else? well hope the player will work. daddy's responsible for it...

Oh and one more important thing. I'd like to dedicate this post to tomas serrano cos i tried something here he's made on his blog lately. doing some portraits. hope he'll like my first real attempt. Okay that's all for now. See you later and bye!

 

I put 'PLEASE FORWARD' on this post + Tarka magyarka különszám!

Forwarding

Okay i know it's not quite an appropriate example to 'forward' and i've no choice but to put it this way via this image of my nighttime submarine of the purple sea cos not much time left and I'd really really like it to be given out that i got this story written by me and my teacher entered it for this compatition and now it is officially picked by apácai publishing house for the final round in which the jury gonna announce the best ones and there's this public vote going on and I'd really really love if you sent me a vote. Down here below i pasted all the writing and I know i know it's in hungarian but you must trust me cos i like it. only thing you've got to do is FORWARD this code of my writing [the code you have to copy: 3-4. évf. mese: 088-M] to this address [tehetseg@apaczai.hu] by email just copy the code. 

If you can't translate it to english i tell you it's about a girl who's never before been to the zoo and never before seen animals like elephant or lion only mouse and flies and snails with that broken antenna and all the other girls on the playground kept on chitchatting about those giant creatures so my girl at home that night while preparing to sleep told her mom  she wanted to see those animals and it was over midnight by then and her mom told her how it might be in a zoo and it was so warm and sparkling and huge like a carneval that my girl fell asleep and in her dream it all came true and there were no cages and bars and no visitors around just that girl and those creatures playing with her even managed to give a five to a long piton and it was that much fun and even the mouse from under her bed was there and the snail with that broken antenna and her 8 legged spiders who made spun candy clouds onto the sky and it felt so good and it wasn't that sad when the dream ended cos in that morning her mom brought her warm milk in her bed. this is the end and here it is how it was actually written:

Egy életre szóló álom / Gondoltam egy kislányt

Pásztohy Lili története

Gondoltam egy kislányt. Olyan formát, mint Charlie a Csokigyárból, csak nem fiú volt, és nem a Csokigyárba vágyott rettenetesen, hanem az állatkertbe. Mert ő állatból csak aprócskákat ismert: a tavaszi susztikat a járda repedéseiből, a békákat a patak partjáról, az egyszarvú csigát és a nyolc lábú pókot az ágya alól, meg az esti egércincogást. Egy nap azonban hallott más gyerekeket, akik hatalmasabb és félelmetesebb állatokat is láttak már: oroszlánt, medvét és zsiráfot, meg ormányos elefántot, és ezek a különleges teremtmények nem is laktak messze, csak itt, a budapesti állatkertben. Hú, ez a kislány nagyon szeretett volna találkozni ezekkel az állatokkal. Este nem is bírt elaludni. Elhatározta, ha törik, ha szakad, megvárja, míg hazaér az anyukája a munkából, s elmeséli neki, mifélét csacsogtak azok a gyerekek, meg azt, hogy ő is meg akarja nézni azt a helyet, ahol látni oroszlánt, medvét és zsiráfot, meg ormányos elefántot. Nagyon-nagyon sokáig várt, virrasztott az ágyában. Már olyan későre járt, hogy hallotta a nagymamáját horkolni kint a fotelben. Aztán amikor már cudarul csiklandozta az álom, s már jobban esett volna aludni, mint anyára várni, hirtelen fordult a zárban a kulcs:

- Anya, anya, te vagy az? - suttogta izgatottan a kislány.

- Hékás-békás, te még ébren vagy!? - csodálkozott az anyukája, és leült a kislány ágyának a szélére. A kislány pedig elmesélte az oroszlánt, a medvét és a zsiráfot, meg az ormányos elefántot, és hogy azok a gyerekek már voltak az állatkertben, ahová ő is nagyon, de nagyon el szeretne egyszer menni. Az anyukája hideg kezével megsimogatta a kislány arcát, és azt mondta, hogy mindennél jobban szereti, s hogy egyszer becsszóra el fognak menni az állatkertbe, de ahhoz most szépen el kell aludni. Hogy jobban essen az alvás, az anyukája megfogta a kislány kezét, s elmesélte neki, milyennek képzeli ő az állatkertet. A meséjében ott volt az oroszlán, a medve és a zsiráf, meg az ormányos elefánt, és még vagy ezer érdekesebbnél érdekesebb állat. Aztán valahol a lajhárnál, vagy tán a szerecsenmaki kifutója előtt az anyuka elengedte a kislány kezét, s rábízta az álommanóra az állatkerti kalauzolást. S akkor hirtelen eltűntek a rácsok, és az állatkert egy nyüzsgő és hangos állatkarnevállá változott, ahol az oroszlán, a medve és a zsiráf, meg az ormányos elefánt, de még a lajhár és a szerecsenmaki is együtt járta a táncot. Az ormányos trombitázott, az oroszlán a tücsök hegedűjén játszott. A kis gorilla nagy tenyerével kézen fogta, az orrszarvú meg cirógatta. Még a papagáj sem feleselt, a víziló meg, képzeljétek, kecsesen ugrókötelezett. Valahol a forgatagban még pacsizott is egy nagy pitonnal. De ott voltak a susztik is, meg a békák, az egércincogás, és az összes egyszarvú csigák a nyolclábú pókokkal, akik szorgosan szőtték vattacukorfelhőiket a ragyogó kék égre. Így folyt az álom jókedvvel és bukfencekkel, és oly sokáig tartott, mint azelőtt még egyik álma sem. Sőt, még egy icipicit annál is tovább, és most nem is volt olyan fájó a búcsúzkodás, mert reggel anyukája ágyba hozta a kislány meleg kakaóját.

So tell me do you like it or not? I like it a lot. If you like it too you can drop a vote and you know what if i won you'll get a prize as well from me all of you. Here it is below what I drew right now. this is a snow penguin saying 'YOU WON' and actually you can take her with you right now i give it to you as a gift and you don't even have to vote for me i just simply give it to YOU! Bye LiLi out   

Okay then this is my gift to you and now she's yours too

Twirl

okay that's my twirl thing and it is gombóc artúr from pom pom and he's wearing those twin brother shoes that are always fighting quarrelling which makes my gombóc artúr twirl like a chocolate barel. okay what else well yes i drew it by pencil and later on colored it using photoshop not my artrage and this time i played a bit with that opacity bar and it became kinda watercolorish. i finished it on monday but have had a lot to study this week so my artúr was posponed over and over again. Hope you'll like it. Bye LiLi out 

Tarka magyarka 1.

Azt mondta a Márta, hogy nem szokta nézni a blogomat, mert nem érti amit írok. Neki az angol kínai. Illetve nem magyar. Szóval ezért kínai. És a nanónak is. Néha megnézik a képeket de semmi több. Nem írják, hogy hú de jó vagy hú de rossz, na jó azt ne, mert minden csak angol angol és angol és Klárimama szerint is butaság, mert mi magyarok vagyunk hát beszéljünk magyarul. szerinte a magyar nagyon szép nyelv, ezért mától írok magyarul is, hogy ők is olvashassák. Azt a címet adtam, hogy tarka magyarka, mert ez egy aszparanta és nem a marha bár az is tarka, hanem én a magyarka és ez így nagyon viccesen hangzik. tarka magyarka. szerintem vicces. most jutott eszembe és elsőnek bemásolom a szünidei fogalmazásdolgozatom. Arról eddig úgy is elfelejtettem írni és ez azért is jó, mert pont 2012 legeleje, az első dolog amit láttam belőle, így ez pont passzol kezdésnek. 

A téli szünetben történt…

(Pásztohy Lili története)

A szünet előtt két eseményt vártam igazán. A Karácsonyt és anya születésnapját, amely pont szilveszterre esett. E kettő körül azonban megesett még számos dolog, amelyeket kár volna kihagyni, így most megpróbálok mindegyikről írni egy kicsit. 

A karácsony. A fát, mint tavaly, most is együtt vettük. Sőt, ez alkalommal én választhattam. 3000 forintot fizettünk érte, és otthon le kellett vágni belőle vagy 40 cm-t, hogy szépen beférjen. A díszítést is közösen csináltuk. Kora délutánra készültünk el. Aztán, hogy az angyalok rendben tehessék a dolgukat, elmentünk az unokatesóimhoz Pomázra. Náluk mindig ebéd után van az ajándékozás. Ott voltak Anyarosék is, meg a Gyurci anyukája és a testvére. Nem mehettünk rögtön be, mert meg kellett sétáltatni Zsombiékat, hogy a Jézuska a fájuk alá rejthesse a dobozokat. Egyébként tudom, hogy náluk igazából a Katiék teszik oda. Egyszer meglestem őket. Azért így is jó volt bontani. A Márta kapott apáéktól egy fürjtojás-keltető gépet. Azt mondta, ilyen jó ajándékot még senkitől sem kapott. Mielőtt haza indultunk volna, huszonegyeztünk. Én a Mártával voltam, és a végén elnyertük mindenki zsetonját. 720 forint ütötte a markunkat, aminek a fele 360, én mégis 400-at kaptam.

Hazafelé már nagyon izgultam. Úgy éreztem, hogy a mi fánk alatt nem fog ajándék várni. Apa nyugtatott, hogy nem voltam én annyira rossz, meg különben is, amíg hiszek az ünnepben, lesz mit bontani. Azért megígérte, arra az esetre, ha az angyalok mégsem jönnének, anyával akkor is meg fognak engem ajándékozni. Anyaros kitett minket a köz elején. Onnan sétáltunk. Néztük az ablakokat, kerestük a nyomokat. Egyszer régen, emlékszem, arany hajat találtunk az úton. Most nem. De láttam, mert titokban belestem hozzájuk, hogy a Rékáéknál már jártak az angyalok. Nem akartam sietni, mégis hamar hazaértünk, és ahogy a ház sarkánál befordultunk látjuk ám, hogy a terasz, meg az ablakpárkány mécsesfénybe van öltöztetve. Na, akkor gyorsan, elő a kulcsot! Én nyitottam be elsőnek. Hallottam a zenét. Halkan szólt. A sötétben világosság pislákolt, színesen játszott. Tudtam, hogy a fán világítanak az égők. Aztán hirtelen előrontott a Kaci. Borzasztóan izgatott volt. Nagy nehezen ledobtam a cipőmet, és megtörtént… A fa alatt volt az ajándék. Nagyon örültünk, énekeltünk, és sorban kibontottuk az összes dobozt. Aztán, mikor már mind megvolt, apa előhozta, amivel ő készült, tudjátok, arra a bizonyos esetre… Mondta, hogy nem olyan szupi, mint ami a fa alatt várt, de én mégis nagyon örültem neki. Két könyv volt, meg egy csupor lépes méz, pont, amilyet mindig is akartam. 

Éjfélkor misére mentünk. Nekem ez volt az első éjféli misém. Szerencsém volt, mert még pont le tudtam ülni hátul Marcsi néni mellé. Láttam a kis Jézust, amikor behozták. Széttárt karokkal vigyázzba állt György atya tenyerén. Nem nézett ki újszülöttnek. A mise végére igencsak elfáradtam. Kétszer ki is esett a kezemből a perselypénz. Azért örülök, hogy fennmaradtam. 

26-án levitt minket a Szilvi Totojásékhoz Kaposvárra. Másnap meglátogattuk Mernyén a dédit is. Nagyon örült. Köt nekem pulcsit, sálat, sapkát. Mindegyikhez méretet is vett rólam. De a Kaci sem fog kimaradni a jóból. A mami készít neki egy kiskabátot. Nagyon cuki lesz. Színes és csíkos. De most nem is erről mesélnék! Inkább a visszaútról. Vonattal jöttünk. Intercityvel. Volt egy kis gond a jegyekkel, mert véletlenségből egy későbbi járatra szólt, de apa elintézte a kalauzzal. Maradhattunk. A lényeg, hogy a vonaton, nem is az intercityn, hanem már az átszállás előtt, a személyen, amin Dombóvárig zötyögtünk, találkoztunk Marikával. Másfél évvel idősebb nálam, és egyedül vonatozott ilyen nagy távolságra. Visnyeszéplakon lakik, a Tanya 66 alatt. Úgy élnek ott, mint rég éltek öregek messze falvakban. Vályog a házuk, amit maguk építettek a szomszédokkal. Mesélte, hogyan dagasztották a sarat. Lakott régen városban is, de már nem hiányzik neki. Ahol most él, a lányok csak szoknyában járnak. Olyan buggyosban, amiben a néptáncon táncolnak. Nem megy iskolába úgy, mint mi, magántanuló. Ketten vannak az osztályban. Ő meg a barátnője. Minden órát más anyuka, meg apuka tanít más-más házban. Nincs tv, de mindig tartanak bált, ahol népzenét játszanak. Sokat olvas. Akkor éppen a Tamás bátyó kunyhóját. Mesélte, hogy nem szednek gyógyszert, és nem kapott még oltást sem. Nagyon szeret beszélni. Cseréltünk címet. Fogunk levelezni.

30-án nálunk aludt a Gergő! A Zsombi nem akart. Azt hajtogatta: "Anyával! Anyával!" Viszont a pótmatrac annyira el lett pakolva a padláson, hogy a Katinak kellett hoznia egy felfújható ágyat. Gép pumpált bele levegőt, és amikor megtelt, akkora lett, beterítette az egész padlót. Olyan volt, mint egy ugrálóvár alja. Hamar ki is próbáltuk. Anyának többször ránk kellett szólnia. Megnéztünk később két Elmót és egy Micimackót. A Gergő teljesen odavolt. Még nem látta a Szezám utcát. Amikor pedig lefeküdtünk, azt képzeltük, hogy a fenekünk alatt ringatózó matrac nem más, mint egy tengeren sodródó tutaj.

Jöjjön most a szilveszter! Anyának szuper ajándékkal készültem. Teljesen egyedül megtanultam zongorán a Csendes éjt, és el is játszottam neki. Ó, és reggel apával korán keltünk, hogy elkészítsük anya tejes kávéját. Ágyba vittük neki. Nagyon örült. Tortát nem készítettünk. Tavaly majdnem, de azt anyának kellett befejezni. Most pedig azt ígérte, hogy süt egy Eszterházyt. Még sosem csinált azelőtt. Nagyon nehéz torta. Sajnos nem sikerült. Azért az ehető részek elfogytak. Durrantottunk pezsgőt és társasoztunk. A Champions-ban anya nyert. Megérdemelte, mert karácsonykor nagyon rosszul ment neki. De a nagy vidámságba került szomorúság is. Meghalt anya utolsó afrikai fűegere. Nagyon öreg volt. Matuzsálem. Kétszer annyit élt, mint amennyit a könyv írt. Most a fia mellett fekszik egy dobozban a terasz alatt. Lehet, hogy papírhajón kis mécsessel egyik este leúsztatjuk a Dunán, vagy héliumos lufikkal felengedjük a felhők közé. De az is lehet, hogy a sövény alatt ássa el őket apa. Közel a többiekhez.

Aztán ahogy közeledett az éjfél, úgy lettünk egyre álmosabbak. Anya dőlt ki legelőbb. Elaludt még éjfél előtt. Szintúgy a Kaci. Mit neki petárda, meg tűzijáték! Úgy horkolt a kosarába, mint egy gőzmozdony. Apával filmet néztünk a kisebbik laptopon. A Brian életét. Nagyon jó volt. Közben váltott 00:00-ra apa telefonja. Pont láttam, amint átértünk 2012-be. El is kiáltottam magam, hogy B. Ú. É. K.! Aztán elaludtam. De akkor már a Twilight ment. Azt hiszem.

Így múlt el a szünet. Jó volt nagyon. Kicsit sajnálom is, hogy holnap már iskola. De a fogalmazást legalább megírtam.   

Prepare

Bye-bye winterclouds happiness is all around!

Winter's not been over yet and not even showed his real freezing self so far which means no snowmen no sledging and boys couldn't declare no snowball war on us but deep inside I can feel spring's on her way and beneath this greyness i can sense that all the little things are starting preparing for her arrival but now it's just confusing cos all around seems like kinda messy all in dirt the streets and people are like you know not smiling but in the hurry. And me well i'm tired a bit too there's a lot to study i can tell you but i am still able to smile and feel no need to rush. All i miss is green it'd make my day for sure but I'm okay with it I can wait. till then i'll prepare. this quick drawing i made by ArtRage is about my waiting for spring and that happy sunshine. see you later oh and don't forget to be prepared! Lili out

Me & My Rumini - Flipbook

Finally! Dad did it! Kept his promise and created a flipbook version of my Rumini writeup. It's much better and nicer than i've expected it's like those fancy books on the net it's like turning real pages of a book and now it is my book and i'm very happy now. However i didn't quite like that much the book i wrote about actually but it's no a problemo for me cos last Friday with my class of 4.b as i mentioned in my last post we went to the theater and saw rumini on stage. a different rumini actually no mouse in it all played by humans and it was kind of cool i mean i liked it and think it was better than any of the rumini books. to bo frank with you i've only read 2 and a half of them so far so i might be wrong. Okay i can't type more cos we are about to go to iceskate. So see you later folks! LiLi out

Oh i forgot! You can check it out HERE! Big click if you're interested but i tell you it's in hungarian! well there are some old drawings of mine in it though. you may gonna find them funny for sure. maybe gonna be worth it. okay off i go and tell you i'm real real excited. 

About the bird

Ticket to Ferrit Island

Today we went to the Hungarian Theater to see Rumini on the stage. our whole class. the 4.b. It was a surprise thing a reward for us having collected the most recyclable paper this year. only the parents were let into this but they kept mum about it and for now i wanted to post my write up about Rumini the book we've read this semester at school but dad said he was busy at the moment to help me out with this cos it's quite long and it'd be better to create a flipping book out of it but we don't have the tool so he must search it on the net. he suggested posting something about animals this time it might have been of birdies.

I'm the nightingale and talking to a silly parrot

Actually it is a good topic. i even played a nightingale in a puppetshow in english camp this summer i mean i was a puppeteer and beside the nightingale i played one more role in that very same play but i can't remember now which it was. i like birds. for example crows have arrived at szentendre. they are like thick kinda birds you sure know they are like grazing through the town and parks picking up any kind of things they could find sometimes it's very funny as they try to crack up things like lost toys and things like that. At early dawn i saw a crow on the top of  a tall tree singing in a cracked voice and the bird was alone and lonely and me on my way to school i mean rorate but I found that voice nice in that greyness of the morning and however was real harsh but it sounded kinda clear too cos there was no sound only his and no cars no wind no barking, no people, no buzzing only that crow singing and i think it was nice. maybe sad too but it may be only cos of that awful smell of this early winter you know that chimney smell right? it was like the first bird in town after santa had gone home. oh and i've started to work on a picture of santa as a young boy.

Mother jay...

That moth I was talking about

okay and now it just comes to my mind that a few days ago i wrote of the szender of our garden or you might call it hummingbird hawkmoth. i don't know if it's correct or not it's on the wikipedia. Well not a bird but the most beautiful birdlike moth. anyway i found a picture of it on mom's computer and it was taken by her this summer in our garden and i just thought i'd share it and i bumped into our jays too that had invaded our place and killed lots of baby blackbirds. we saw lots of fight and blackbirds hardly won. this picture dad took shows some youngsters waiting by our pond for their parents to come back from hunting i think they were being taught they are quite nice i guess i like birds of this size. crows and jays. of course you could add here the pigeon i saved and mentioned in an older post of mine and all the penguins I've ever happened to draw and I tell you I've drawn a real lot. 

...and the sons

oh and you know what? i like elmo singing elmo's song which is big bird's song too. and that's really lovely makes me dance and sing along. oh you must see it!

and one real funny pal is peter griffin. dad likes it too and sometimes when he watches it on comedy central and mom's taking a bath he lets me join for some funny parts and one of my favourite is peter singing bird is the word surfing birds peter gonna tell you about the birds it's just so mad and insane and funny that bird dance i just love it and laugh it when i'm allowed to watch it.

oh i've got a lot in mind of birds see? if i had a couple of more minutes for blogging i could write a lot more but i'm ordered to go and take a shower so have to say see you later and hopefully with my rumini book having been posted. bye!

Advent

God protect us

Nem tudhatom, hogy másnak e tájék mit jelent,

nekem…

…az otthonom. Itt áll a ház, amiben lakom apával és anyával. A kutyám is itt él velünk. Kacinak hívják. Aztán lakik még két nyúl is kint a kertben, a kiszáradt orgonabokor alatt. Tavunk is van. Aranyhalak, békák és háton úszó poloskák osztoznak rajta. Nyáron gyakori vendég a szender és a százszínű szitakötő. Az udvarban hatalmas, rigófüttyös fenyőfák állnak. Hónuk alatt egy szelíd cseresznyefa, rajta a mókus törzsvendég. Aztán van még fügénk is, csak pici még. Kertünk körül fagyalból van a sövény. Kapunk viszont nincsen. Csak a helye. Ide hozza nekem a levelet a postás. A ház címe: "Szentendre, Otelló köz 6 szám".

Ha kimerészkedem a közből, a Csabagyöngyére jutok. Innen meredek kaptató fut az imaházig. Olyan meredek, hogy a biciklit félúttól már anyának is tolni kell. Ha pedig fentről visszanézek, látom lent a háztetőnket. A távolban dimbes-dombos a táj. A térkép szerint arra van Dobogó-kő és Visegrád. Én azonban a Kálvária felé járok. Arra visz az út az iskolámhoz. Ha sietős, a fogászatnál átvágok. Innen gyökérlépcső fut a Bükkösig. Abban szákkal fogtunk egyszer egy csukát is, meg aranyhalat, sánta rákot, puszta kézzel vízisiklót, volt vagy másfél méteres. Egy japán turista még le is fényképezett. A jobb parton piacozni szoktak. Ha lejövünk, mindig veszünk kürtőskalácsot. Kakaósat. A patak bal partján, szemben a piaccal áll a régi óvodám. Mögötte, a Bajcsy-Zsilinszky Endre utca 4. alatt van az iskola. Úgy hívják, hogy Szent András. Oda járok minden hétköznap reggel fél nyolcra. Illetve, hadd pontosítsak! Most december van, roráté, ezért első utam hajnali misére a templomba vezet. A Péter-Pálba. Mert az az én templomom. Az én Istenem háza. Vasárnaponként is itt hallgatjuk a misét. Mise után pedig pitát veszünk a töröknél. Persze van még itt könyvtár, Spar és orvosi rendelő, HÉV állomás, éttermek, terek, utcák, meg a Duna. Nem is folytatom. A sor igen hosszúra nyúlna. A lényeg az, hogy nekem ez mind a Haza. Aztán, ha vonatra ülök és Kaposvárig zötyögök, akkor is csak hazajövök. Mert engem ott is egy otthon vár. Ott lakik az egyik nagymamám s nagypapám. De Mernyére sem idegenbe megyek. Ott a másik két nagyszülőm és egy dédi vár. 

Hát ilyen nagy az én kis hazám.

okay that's mainly the reason that i couldn't check in yesterday. had a lot of homework even had to write 2 esseys, one of our future school and one about my homeland you could read above about what it means to me. to write about the future was a fun thing i laughed a lot while making. the homeland piece started like real difficult i mean what is homeland really? and how should i feel about it. dad said don't bother with big things and just write about places i could call home and that gonna cover the whole point of the task. to help me understand what he meant he showed me a poem called Nem tudhatom by a poet named Radnóti i've never heard of him before but there're a few translations of the poem here. I can't say it is a personal favourite and some parts were kind of confusing to me but dad told me to concentrate how the poet seems to feel of certain things, details, things that others might consider insignificant and i found some lines quite nice this one for example and now i'll repeat what the poet said word for word: 

and what is targeted as rail or factory
is just a lineman by his signal-box to me,
and children watch him wave his red flag for the guard,
and sheepdogs roll and tumble in the foundry yard;

that's kinda nice i think, imagine that komondor rolling and tumbling. Komondor is a huge dog, real big and it's like a giant turning that somersault. i copied the whole essey cos i like it cos it's really me and it sounds like poem and i like to read it out lout but only in hungarian cos it didn't sound that interesting and funny and playful in english at all. 

At my first communion

And here's some little something about that we are right in the middle of the advent calendar and christmas eve's really nearing. and every morning i get up real early at 5.45 am and go to church cos it's rorate and it is something that's almost the most peaceful thing i can imagine. Oh i've totally forgot to tell you about my first reception of the Sacrament of the Holy Eucharist. it was several months ago actually. we practiced a lot in school in religion class and in the end it was a big thing truely said. after that even the church seems a lot smaller and more comfortable and everything is so close to me now. here i am on the left at my first communion.

but i must confess sometimes it's not that easy to keep all those rules. after a wrongdoing i had to write an essey of how to behave at church. it was all cos I was playing with a tissue during mass not paying attention and the teachers caught me on the act. i think it was before my first communion. that's my essey below. it had to be at least 1 page! my appology was accepted but Lizie had to write another one cos it was found to be not honest enough. but mine is here if you were interested (in hungarian cos it's too long for now to translate):

Hogyan kell viselkedni a templomban

(Pásztohy Lili bünti írása)

Ma, 2011. május másodikán reggel az iskolamisén megtéptem egy papírzsepit. Nem tudok felhozni semmit a mentségemre. Tudom, nem cselekedtem helyesen. Őszintén sajnálom. Megbántam. Ezzel a fogalmazással is szeretnék bocsánatot kérni Szilvi nénitől, Marcsi nénitől és azoktól az osztálytársaimtól, akik rendben végighallgatták a szent misét. Persze, az atyától és a ministránsoktól is. Szóval mindenkitől. Istent most nem írom ide, mert neki már elmondtam délután a templomajtóban, míg apa, anya és Márta, a mamám a sarkon beszélgettek és nyalták a fagyijukat. Odabent miséztek, és égtek a gyertyák, és olyan nyugalmas volt. Az az igazság, hogy eközben egy kicsit furán is éreztem magam, mert a hátam mögött, a téren László atya éppen egy öreg bácsival beszélgetett, és az egésztől annyira összezavarodtam, hogy köszönés nélkül jöttem el, amikor apa kiáltott, hogy "Lili, most már mennünk kellene, mert a Márta lekési a HÉV-et!". A templom sarkánál apa megkérdezte, hogy köszöntem-e az atyának, és én bevallottam, hogy nem, de rögtön hozzá tettem azt is, hogy emiatt nagyon rosszul érzem magam, de nem bírtam rávenni a lábaimat, hogy visszavigyenek a templom elé.

A rossz dolgaim így rakódtak szép rendben a vállamra, és nem igazán tudtam, hogy könnyíthetnék a lelkiismeretemen. Ó, és azt el sem mondtam, hogy mikor annál a fagyizónál jártunk, ahol lapáttal mérik a fagyit, és lehet felesben is kérni a gombócot, leesett a kis kereszt a láncomról. Akkor már tudtam, hogy nagy a baj…

Ekkor mondtam el anyuéknak, hogy mi történt reggel a templomban. Azt, hogy a Marcsi nénitől kapott papír zsebkendőt megtéptem, amit a Szilvi néni mérgesen elvett tőlem. Elvette Aliztól és Katától is. Azt is elmeséltem, hogy én nem is téptem meg annyira, mint a barátnőim, és hogy talán nem is én voltam a fő kolompos, de apa ezt nem akarta végig hallgatni, mert szerinte nem a tépkedés miatt kell bűnhődnöm. Mire én: "De, de, a Szilvi néni mondta!". Meg, hogy ezt az írást, aminek minimum egy oldalt kell kitennie, pont ezért rótták ki ránk, mert a templomban, a mise alatt nem tépkedjük csíkokra a papírzsepit, és apát az sem érdekelte, hogy én igazából csak egyetlen csíkot téptem belőle, azt is rögtön eldugtam a nadrágom zsebébe. Ki is vettem, és meg is mutattam neki! De apa csak arra volt kíváncsi, hogy miről beszélt a pap a templomban, és nekem akkor őszintén be kellett vallanom, hogy nem tudom. Annyira sem emlékeztem az egészből, mint egy hörcsögfarok, márpedig az igen pirinyóka, és csak akkor látszik, amikor nyújtózkodik a jószág. Szóval, igen, nem figyeltem. Nem emlékszem semmire, csak a zsepire, és hogy milyen jó lett volna aludni egy kicsit, vagy valahol máshol lenni. És hogy bárcsak lenne egy igazi kutyusom. Vagy hogy az ebnevelde.hu-n jó lenne egy hatodik kutya is, de az már ötven aranycsont, úgyhogy inkább mégse kell. Pedig én szeretek templomba járni, őszintén írom. De ma reggel valahogy nem volt olyan, mint máskor. Mint vasárnap reggelente anyával és apával. Bár apa a legutóbbi három vasárnapot kihagyta! És, apuci, ez azért rosszaság, mert egyszer például azért nem jöttél, mert a tévében nézted a forma 1-et! Jó, tudom, most megint másról beszélek, és nem az én dolgaimról. Bocsi!

Egy szó, mint száz, helytelenül viselkedtem, és ígérem, igyekszem jóvá tenni. Odafigyelni a pap szavára, és tanulni belőle. És még ideírom magamnak azt is, hogy nem szabad beszélgetni, másokat zavarni, mert a templom azért is van, hogy aki oda belép könnyebben találjon utat Istenhez, és ebbe senki sem rondíthat bele például zsebkendőszaggatással. Meg aztán senki se nézelődjön csak úgy a nagyvilágba. Figyelmünkkel tiszteljük meg az atyát, aki segít eljutni az igaz és helyes dolgokhoz. Nagy hirtelen ezek jutottak eszembe a megfelelő templomi viselkedésről. Az én lelkiismeretem megkönnyebbült, hogy ezt leírtam. Igyekszem jobb lenni és jónak maradni. Apa pedig megígérte, hogy reggelre megjavítja a kis keresztemet.

But i don't wanna sound sad now or something cos i'm really not and before leaving let me share this picture of me with my handful advent wreath. so tiny and so nice and 3 of its 4 tiny candles have already lit. it's not a traditional advent wreath you see. evergreen but made of metal and the fourth candle supposed to be rose. but i feel like it comes from my very heart and soul.

It feels like holding a warm and fragile
babybird in your hands

Twilight

Victor looking like Edward

After finally I got the chance to watch the first 3 films of the Twilight saga a couple of weeks ago yesterday Zsófi and me had a look at the 4th one cos Zsófi's father has it on his laptop. the quality was real bad i mean i could hear some laughing and even people were chatting in the background so it wasn't a good one but i just couldn't resist the whole thing is so thrilling all the movies though we didn't watch this last one from the beginning to the end cos Zsófi had already seen it and she jumped through the boring scenes. not a big deal i'm gonna go to the movies and watch it again with my parents. They were a bit upset about me watching the film and they were not knowing about it but i said they'd just let me see the first 3 so i tought they might be okay with me watching it without them watching it first. and dad said we'd go to the cinema and watch it on big screen cos it'd be much cooler so i can't wait. for the last couple of weeks I've been a big twilight fan. My favourit is alice's character and  Jacob. i know from dóri that he was sharkboy in that other movie. Edward is kind of i don't know i think jacob is more handsome. i can't post any drawings of him only of Edward. Actually i drew it several months ago and it is not edward at all but i think it could be. he is victor from corpse bride which is another excellent movie i used to watch louds of times. i didn't finish it cos i thought it was a failed one but now it just resembles edward very much this paleness very much of a vampire. as mom and i were about to go off to ice skate i told dad that i wish i were a vampire but dad said rather not. and this is my favourite vampire song and it's of antsy pants and without that fword in the clip it'd be a perfect match. 

Separated

When blue is out of reach...

Actually i've got lots of idea of separation. I consider it as an easy task to do. The one above was drawn after I'd seen Grrramone Williebaronet's interpretation of his giant being separeted from his own reflection in the mirror. My white giant doesn't need mirror to know it's a white giant. in his mirror everything is just pure white anyway but this white giant of mine sometimes when its eyes are closed feels that there is something not white outside somewhere i mean it doesn't call it a certain color cos in its world all exists in white even his mind works in white but when its eyelids are down this whiteness weakens and something else can be sensed so that's one thing that makes my giant being feel separated.   

Okay i've got here something called love or attachment don't know how to translate the title of this poem my great grandpa wrote about a pear that grew ripe and fell to the ground and the twig felt relief to be relieved of its burden but then the lack of its load became to grow into a void inside and now that the hailstorm have broke it off the tree and the little twig's lying beneath beside the pear can feel real relief.  

I drew the pear and mom put on the colors and set off the outlines and it really looks nicer and we gave this to great grandpa for christmas like 4 or 5 years ago. i think he was 80 or 85 at that time. i don't know he's very old. My original drawing was made a couple of years earlier though. I was not even a kindergartener i guess.

Okay and this last one I promised willie to post and it is a cartoon we made together mom and dad and me and it's called rainbow bunny. We drew it together. sure it is obvious which part was my work. okay some help. the hedgehog and the typing was put down by father so the biggest part was mom's and mine. don't know how the story came probably was created by the three of us of a lost rainbow bunny. actually in hungarian the story sounds much better. i mean rainbow bunny is not the proper word for Szivárványos Musz-musz. hope you'll enjoy it as much as i do.  

Illness, Music & St. Lucy

good day everybody! it’s 9^th of December. time crawls real slow and to top it all I’ve been ill since Wednesday and when I’m saying ill I really mean it. We’ve just got back from the doc’s and i’m ordered to stay in bed through the next couple of days and there’s some real ugly pills to take too. and it’s sad cos I gonna miss st. Lucy’s day at school where this day is a fun market day and if I wasn’t that ill I could have carried my self-made goods to the school fair too. you know the big gym is the marketplace for this day where all students are allowed to sell and buy their own handmade stuffs during the breaks. great fun actually and I was going to present my self-designed lollypops but it is not gonna happen. (to see some of my last year's goodies click back here!) So here are 2 pictures one of them was taken on last year’s lucy eve and the other on the eve a year earlier when I was a second grader and on that pic I’m wearing a traditional kind of national costume (sweater is not part of that!) cos there is this folk custom on st lucy’s day you know accompanied by some singing and acting and I was part of that too.  

But I’ve got here something cooler too mom showed me on youtube and it’s really great. a girl like me at my age singing rolling in the deep with her brothers and it’s so cool and I wish I could sing that way but this song is really hard to sing right. you know what watch it now and I gonna go on with my story after that…

How was it? Hard to tell anything right? Lilla my best friend ever during our kindergarten years told me when she stayed here for a sleepover a few weeks ago it’s not a big deal she could have made it but I don’t think so. She’s just jealous but it’s okay. still love her. to be honest I’ve been trying to sing it constantly with no success. I’d like to study rock singing. but here at school we only do folk songs which is not a bad thing at all but it’d be great to learn rolling in the deep as well.

talking of folk songs I proudly tell you that I was picked to participate at a singing contest presented by my music school and we had to sing 2 Hungarian folk songs in front of the jury and it went well however my performance wasn’t perfect enough to get a prize. but all of the participants got a nice  certificate. I scanned it and the noted folk song on it was collected by Kodály something like 100 years ago and it is his handwriting.

Oh and finally mom and dad allowed me to present here my first ever violin performance on stage which is very funny for me to watch now and I tell you it really gives me that pink flush over my cheeks but I’m proud of it at the same time. It took place something like 3 years ago and there was santa in town and I played in front of him. Just imagine!

the truth is I’d have liked to play the guitar but there was no guitar class launched at that time so I play the violin. actually dad found a private guitar player for me but he was a man and I saw him playing in his band in that summer and he made those faces while playing and it was quite strange so I said no but now I regret to have turned him down. But you know I was just a kindergartener. but I have my guitar and I remember the time it was bought and as we got home I started to play it in our garden at that very moment. Here it is. I attached the video here but I just hardly can watch myself it’s a bit embarrassing but I can deal with it and hey it’s fun right?

  

Brigade - The Chickens

The Chickens
Alize, Juli and me, Lili

hey guys finally it’s done. I thought I’d not come up with any material for brigade cos the hours were ticking away fast and now I got it. our brigade. the Chickens. it’s a school thing. There is this competition, a general thing – math, grammar, literature, and so on all in one quite a thick pile of paper to fill out month after month during this semester I tell you, so here’s this competition open to elementary students and all of these students of our grade level form 3 piece teams at their school to work together on these papers. So our team was named by Juli and we became The Chickens. I think it’s quite a brigade and I drew here a lettering piece our names and it is inspired by williebaronet (again and again) and I put our pictures below my williewritings matched by our names. First I wanted to use other pictures of us but mom said we were not allowed without the permissions of Juli’s and Aliez’s mother so she helped me to make them unidentifiable by using her photoshop. So that’s the story behind my picture. hope you’ll like it. bye lili out!

More about me and animals

Okay! More about me and the animals. I love most of them. Some I like more and some I like even more than that. Most I love is dog.

My Kaci sleeps most of the time

Any kind of dog but big playful dogs like Rottweilers beat all of the others. Zeno down the road for example. He’s a dear pet and extremely good at fetching. Once stole my sandwich though. Unfortunately we don’t have garden big enough to keep one that big so we picked Kaci or maybe she picked us I’m no sure. not plays much. mostly just sleeps. but still a good buddy. can’t do tricks but I’m okay with that.

Gala in Paris
Checking out Idéfix

Love my bear as well. you know Galagonya Úr? I’ve already mentioned him, right? Mr. Hawthorn. kind of a teddy bear. with me for ages. guess a half year younger than me. on my phone there’s an application that switches things from positive to negative and I figured it out that all the living things appear on the screen in a warm color and guess what! Mister Hawthorn’s color turns into this and it was really a surprise I mean I’d kinda known or felt that he has a living soul but that was something like a real proof and mom said hey that’s something! I asked Jesus for a warm coat for him for Christmas.

 

We couldn't save her

Love penguins as well. Have drawn a lot. e. g. here. A macaroni / royal. Quite a good one I think. and yesterday I told you how to help them protect them from that oil mass. And of course bats. Once mom and me while walking Kaci found a bat creeping on the road. He was black and small like a matchbox. and wounded and we tried to save him took him home made him comfy called the vet too who gave him injection but passed away by morning. Oh and this summer tried to save a beautiful Aesculapian snake too but all in vain. It was sad cos pedestrians were screaming at it and kicked it like mad. The snake’d already made it cross the road however badly wounded but on the pavement it got trapped and all the people went berserk and we took it home but died shortly after on the grass. coughed up blood. it was really sad and quiet I mean the moment it passed away. we were around and helped her through. I think the snake was a lady. and we buried her by the hawthorn in our garden and was laid like a crescent hugging the tree. Oh but there's someone I did save! we found a carrier pigeon down by the Bükkös creak in really bad shape. barely could stand so we took him home. he was ringed and we checked his registered number in an online database then in no minute we got his owner and called him and told us to leave it alone cos it probably just hit a pole or something and in a couple of hours it will be good. So we took the pigeon up to the attic opened a window and gave him seeds and water. it was a safe place to get through the night with no cats or dogs around and next morning when we went up to see how he was doing he was sitting by the open window ready to take off. here is the picture we'd taken of him minutes before he  left us for good.

Before leaving he looked back to say thanks

 

 

"I'd like to save animals."

I guess I like all living creatures. and help them protect them and I tell you there’s a lot to do in a city like mine. I’d like to be a vet. maybe in Texas. I saw their rescue team on the telly. they do a lot saved a lot of animals. Mom likes my future plans and kind of pride of that and shared this homework of mine on the net (maybe you have to click on like if you wanna see mom said but it's in hungarian so you don't really need to follow that link) and said many people liked it and they were proud of me too which is good I think cos it shows that lots of people think of this the way I do and I think I’m right about it.

Anyaros' cows and a 3 days old baby calf

I don’t like hunting very much. I know there are places where it is a must do thing to survive and I like salami and that kind of goodies but also feel pity for the prey. I’m not a hunter type and think I can’t harm a living thing but I consider hunting to be a better choice than keeping animals like cows and the likes in those big farms as slaves waiting to be killed. I don’t know. Grandpa Anyaros has a lot of cows they are kept for milk. one of them even a prize winner. she’s a huge one. they have a wide open field for wandering but must spend lots of time in a big barn where they’re surrounded by bar gates and there being born as a bull is not much of any kind of luck. calves can’t stay with their moms too long and most of the male ones only live a few weeks then they become liver paste and things like that. Anyaros says that’s the way it goes cos people must eat meat too and the earth is a very crowded place with lots of hungry stomachs needed to be filled.  And I must confess that I like those salamis and things but if I could I’d save all of the calves too. well I can’t but I always hug and kiss them whenever I’m down there.

Poor boar...

Last weekend dad took me to a pig killing which is an old tradition around here. this one lasted a couple of days but we managed to get there on the second day cos the day before I had a violin concert with our string orchestra. there were a domestic pig and a wild boar too. when we arrived those two were in pieces and the sausage filling was about to happen in which I took part and kind of enjoyed it. that raw meat was quite tasty actually but those sausages will have to be put in the smoking chamber and other things were buried in salt. I had a closer look at the boar’s boiled skull and took out some of the teeth out of which I gonna make something nice maybe a necklace. I don’t know. Mom couldn’t come but later I told her the whole story which kinda made her sad I think cos she wept a bit over the death of those animals but I hugged her and told her that they died instantly and gave us a lot to eat through the winter through the year and it’s much more delicious than those wrapped up things at the mall. so I think it was worth it and actually I had a real good time with my cousins.

One of my cousine and me
This gonna be a real tasty sausage

Okay I wrote that much cos tomorrow I probably won’t have the time and I still have to come up with something for illustration Friday. brigade is the word. oh and I couldn’t manage to create Kaci’s hat yesterday and I think gonna put it off for a while. and by the way santa put lots of chocolate in my boots even a cute little teddy bear was found so I think I’ve been good this year and I promise to write a lot in my blog. okay that’s all for now about me and the animals. See you later. Who knows? might be tomorrow…