So...

we suck. :)
Last post September 9, 2011?? Really? We're how many months in to the Mayan year of Apocolypse?? And not one blog from either one of us? Maybe we should have less conversations and text messages going back and forth...

 Anywho, I miss you, as always. I've lost my way in life I think. I'm so consumed by my wishes of a grander life that I just can't get my shit together to focus on the here and now! I've given up on running and working out. I actually went an entire week, maybe even longer, shuddering at just the thought of running. Granted, there are many factors working against me: Lack of time and availability, weather, gas, mileage, motivation, sunlight, schedules, etc. But I know this part of my depression is cyclical. I run I feel good, I stop I feel bad and don't want to run...thus it begins. Fix me! Give me loads of money and free time, give me plastic surgery and access. Give me focus, give me drugs!!! Lol, I don't know what it is, I don't know what the answer or solution is other than yeah yeah yeah buckle down, work harder, do what you can with what you have and stop scoping out the greener grass, it'll only make you greener with envy. I know, I get it. I just want what I've always wanted, since I was 3? 4 years old?
Give me everything in every color. I've waited 25 years, isn't that long enough? ;)

Virtual Hug

This in response to your last post. It's to remind you that even when you're in a rough place, you've got friends who love you, support you, and want the best for you.
(And if I had all their pictures, I'd post them here, too! :)

Letter to Guy

I'm so pleased to hear London is up in arms about us visiting next week. How nice of everyone to trash the place before we arrive. It's difficult to tell whether the American media is sensationalizing the events that are occuring over there, though I know our media would never do that. Still, with headlines that scream "London Descends into Anarchy" and images of charred and burning car corpses, I admit it does give one pause. People (perhaps British citizens themselves) have said that hooliganism is a pastime of the British underclass, and they're from Tottenham, so what do you expect. Somebody else said Tottenham looked like crap before the riots, so no great loss there. The cynicism is lost on me, though I relish snarkiness for the acerbic writer that I am.

At the very least, I thought it wouldn't hurt to go straight to the source ask you a couple questions: (you know I like to ask questions):
A. Where, exactly, are these events taking place? Are they concentrated in just one area or are there pockets of violence and unrest?
B. Do you think things will settle by next week and will we be able to do and see all the touristy stuff while we're there?

Beyond my obvious self centered concerns, I do rather hope you're not dragged into any skirmishes while we're there. Scanning online, I thought to include a picture here of what you're up against.
I mean, look at them! ugh.

I think this calls for the deployment of England's secret weapon.

It's no secret, we all know you have one.

I just hope he's potty trained.

Off on vacation, you've left me to my own devices!

Besides, I'm Team Jacob.

I know I've been vacant...

But maybe i'm still just trying to get over the trauma of finding this on my sundae...

A Note Before You Go

I knew you were going to be in for a good time when I read this quote from Nobel Prize winner Enrico Fermi, who was asked if he believed in extraterrestrials. His reply:

"They are among us, but they call themselves Hungarians"

Pay no attention to the young boy before you, or the multitude of shaggy horned men that follow him. 

They dress this way in an attempt to scare off winter, and let me tell you:

 if I was winter I'd quickly change my name to spring.

The young men in southern Hungary march around the streets making "frightening noises" using wooden rattles, bag pipes, and drums. But, whatever frightening noise they make can't nearly be as awesome as the face on their masks.

Charming.

Chasing the young women of the village, whose job it is to flirt back, they end this spectacle of a festival with a bonfire on the second day, which surely can't come soon enough.

My trepidation was alleviated by the photos of your hotel. Surely, no horned shaggy men would try to molest you in a palace as celestial and grand as the one you showed me. 

And then I found BudapestMadness.com. 

Have you seen this site?? What in the Sam Hill is going on here?

Let me just say that apparently, the British men find Hungary to be the perfect little hot spot to have their Stag Do's. With packages titled, "Girls, Cars, Beer, Spa" or "Flat, Guns, Girls, Beer" or even the catchier, more enticing package of "Girls, Girls, Girls, Beer" - I am inclined to believe there is more to Budapest than what meets the royal eye.

Just take a look at poor Matt, who had a Facebook profile devoted to his 2008 bachelor party in Budapest.

I sincerely question the idea of what his friends believe the term "friendship" means.

And, may I point out, that this was taken in the MORNING.

Perhaps I rush to conclusions. Perhaps this is no poor reflection of the city itself, but rather, the concept of what a Bachelor party means to British men. 

And that is definitely a topic to be dealt with in another post.

In the meantime, Au Revoir, my dear.

Or "Búcsú" (as they say in Hungarian), and good luck!

Nice shoes.

And before you jump to any conclusions...

she was the HOSTESS, okay?

Also, I wish he would have taken his glasses off. 

They're distracting.

This weekend we:

Went to Old Town,

Ordered vegetarian pizza

Can you believe Emma ordered a Spinach Mozarella Quesadilla? 

My baby is growing up. (Sniff)

Went to park

Played with snails

Practiced Zen Tangling

Hung out with Trouble!

Went to Los Angeles and did what any good Angelino would do...

Attended a Dodger's game.

A nice weekend to kick off summer vacation.