Important Life Lesson

I received this t-shirt from Papa for Christmas. For those of you who don't habla 'magyar,' it means "Yes, mother."

To anyone who might possibly be getting married this weekend, this is an important phrase that you must learn. The sooner, the happier everyone will be. You might be right, but is it worth it to be unhappy and right? Or is it better to be happy and wrong?

The other option is to get your way by just looking cute and having people fawn all over you. Of course, should that fail, I find screaming and throwing a fit to also be an effective means to happiness. The cuteness/hysterical child contrast is too much for people to bear. Manipulation is your friend.

Ain't nothing gonna hold me down

Every few weeks I gain a new sense of consciousness. I think it's the Shirley Macclaine and Deepak Chopra I've been reading. It might also have something to do with my body and brain developing faster than an Ethiopian chicken.

Of course, as soon as I discover a new view of the world, the man tries to keep me from discovering it. In the above picture, az Anyam and Auntie Em try to hold me down. They say, "Oh Mate, you're not wearing pants. You can't discover the world right now." To that, I say, "Good day. I'm going discovering."

The danger of being so cute

Every once in a while I realize what a negative being so cute can be. Yes, it is my cross I must bear. Some people get toothaches, I am too cute. Lately people have been so overcome by my cuteness that I run the risk of being smothered.

I love my grandmothers dearly, but they do have a bit of a habit of getting carried away.

A favor / A favour

I had the opportunity to hang with Tony Bacsi a bit over the holidays. He and I were discussing different aspects of public oration. Tony Bacsi is more into discussion and speaking. I tend to favor screams, cries and yelps.

It turns out that Tony Bacsi is giving a speach at Balazs Bacsi's upcoming funer....wedding to Zsuzsannanannanana Neni. He is missing the story to tie it all together. That story that is both mocking of Balazs Bacsi and flattering to Zsuzsanannannna Neni. The one that will explain their relationship to everybody.

Basically the story that puts into words this picture of the two of them. If you, faithful readers, have any suggested anecdotes, forward them to either me or Tony Bacsi.

A few more of my favorite things

I've decided to prolong my Cleveland visit. The midwest command center needs a bit more work. What made this decision easier is that my Canadian family came down to visit in Cleveland bringing a few of my favorite things:

Hair

Beer

Canadian swim hats that make uncle Pak Bacsi look like a goof.

What a headache

I partied like a rock star last night. It was a New Year's like I've never had before.

I started off the evening in the command center plotting to take over the world at the stroke of midnight. But Nagypapa brought out the Coronas and I'm a sucker for beer with fruit in it.

Needless to say, the newspapers this morning did not say, "6 Month Old Benevolent Dictator Takes Over World." Instead, my father got some pictures of me under another couch.