Days of Eni's life

I think I have been asked ten thousand times these past few months : "so how is married life?" How do you answer this question? I just nod and say "Great!". And that is one of the words that come to my mind when I think of being married. Why is it so great?  Let's see: first, my husband is Superman, but don't tell anyone. He can do a thousand things at a time, but still take care of me and make me feel like the most important and precious woman in the world. He has seen me sick, seen me happy, messy hair in the morning, make-up running down my face, and many other little things which are imperfect, but are part of me. He has seen most of it, and he loves me for every little part of me. He has seen my weaknesses, and he has done so much to help me overcome them, one by one. I still have a long way to go, but he is next to me every step. We have been married almost six months, and we have had no arguments, no reproaching, no putting the other down. We ...

I looked at the date that I last wrote in here. It does not look good! Grrr... lazy bum, on the couch... No more excuses! I have been telling myself may silly things to get away with it, but in the end, it turns to LAZINESS. What has happened lately? 1. I got a job as a store assistant - it is great because I love working with people. I have met many Hungarians, and some Romanians. Every shift gives me a reason to smile: babies who smile, people who are nice, accomplishing a task flawlessly. 2. Two weeks after starting my new job, I got married to the most amazing man. The wedding was far better than I ever imagined, and many people were there who made it all perfect. My family has extended, and there is room enough for everybody in my heart. 3. Spend time with my husband travelling: we travelled to Scotland, to Chorley, to the Church... and delivering pizzas for Pizza Hut (Peter's evening job :) ) 4. Made many friends in the Preston Ward, but also outside: co-workers, ne...

My online store is  http://www.lulu.com/ spotlight/eniko How did I get to this? Here it is: Most of you know by now that last year, at the YSA Convention in Hungary I met a wonderful man, and I moved to Preston, England (he is Hungarian, but he has been living here for over 3 years) so that we could be closer. On the 6th of December he proposed - you can read about it here  http:// eniscrazylife.blogspot.co.u k/2012/12/ the-perfect-proposal.html We want to get married as soon as possible, but we have an obstacle  standing in our way: money. Since I don't have a job yet, I have been feeling very frustrated. I spent time thinking about my skills and what I can do to make some money - my list of things I want to buy for the wedding is long (dress, shoes, veil, flower bouquet, plane tickets for my parents, ...) and these are not cheap! Finally, I resorted to the Internet. I found a way to publish a collection of poems that I have written along the years (paper or e-book), ...

It was the morning of the 6th of December, in our room at the gorgeous Copthorne Hotel Gatwick  . (we were staying there with his mum, sister, and 3 friends of theirs) The plan for that morning was breakfast at 9 o'clock with everyone, then Peter, Monika, Angelina and me would go visit London, which was 36 miles away. We previously decided to leave at 10. It was 8:30 am, and we were getting ready for breakfast. During the night, Saint Nick dropped some candies in Peter's shoes, but he skipped mine... maybe he decided we were sharing anyway. Peter, with a big smile on his face, went to talk to Monika, only to tell me 5 minutes later that we had to run to the Pharmacy to get some kind of cream or lotion. Since we had the smaller car and we were dressed, it made sense that we should be the ones going. Peter told me he had to go, then asked me if I wanted to go with him. This type of question always gets the same answer: yes. So, without even looking in the mirror, or without e...

As I said, I am in Preston, England. I got here on Monday morning. After 25 hours of traveling, all I did on Monday all day was sleep. Peter somehow had the energy to go to work and take me out for a walk in the evening. He's strong, so I shouldn't worry, right? Anyway, Wednesday was a day of ADVENTURE - movie style. I walked down to the Job Centre to ask what papers I needed to take with me for the National Insurance Number appointment(I need that in order to work legally) I was at the reception, talking to the clerk, when she tells me that the area needs to be cleared so I should return later. Just as she finishes the sentence, I see a crowd of people coming towards the exit. I walk out with all of them. Just as I step outside, a police car pulls over. A police officer jumps out and runs inside, shortly followed by another one. Not a minute goes by and another police car pulls over and two other police officers run inside. A few minutes later they come out with a man in c...

I haven't written here in a very long time. I didn't know what to write... or how to put my feelings, my life into words. It sounds funny since I love to talk and I am almost never out of words. You might remember the post about Flowers and Fingernail Polish... well, the good friend , the guy who drew those ended up to be my boyfriend. His name is Peter. He is from Szeged, Hungary, but lives in Preston, England. We met at the YSA Conference held in Dobogoko Hungary. We liked each other so we decided to keep in touch. Well, things evolved very fast, and I will just put down main ideas: 1. Went back to work after the conference, my boss shared with me things I did not really agree with (no need of details) so the next day I turned in my 20 day notice (according to the law) I told him I did not see things his was, and I didn't want to continue working together, but to make it a nice "break up" I was going according to the law (instead of immediate termination) In...

I know the title sounds very...confusing, but I do have a funny short story that will go with it, so bear with me :) Last week I participated in the YSA Conference in Hungary. There, I met a nice man (this is a different story...) with whom I loved to sped my time. During one of the lessons we attended together, he scratched off a bit of my nail polish off my fingernail. I pretended to be upset, so he made up for it by drawing a flower to cover the hole.It looked very good! So i put on my best smile, and asked for him to draw flowers on the rest of my fingernails. I have to admit that I respect him deeply for accepting this challenge considering that he is a man after all! So hands down, he is the best! Anyway, he drew flowers, and I was so happy! But guess what? My hands got a bit sweaty and the flowers wore off and the ink got all over my hands! I pouted a bit, and asked Peter (that's this gentleman's name) to draw them again. He looked at me and said something that got m...