Friday, August 28, 2009
Trouble in the Rubbish Box
Today is Friday, and we faithfully took our trash can to the curb this morning. This afternoon, however, we forgot to bring it inside. I thought it was going to be a very uneventful Friday night until Kati, our landlady called. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hi Kati, how are you?
Kati: I am fine, but Emily, there are animals in your rubbish box.
Me: What animals? What is a rubbish box?
Kati: Your rubbish box that you put your rubbish in.
Me: You mean our trash can?
Kati: Yes, there are animals in your rubbish box.
Me: What animals?
Kati: I do not know their names.
Me: Ok. What should we do?
Kati: Fill your rubbish box with water. And Domestos. (aka. Draino)
Me: Uhhhh.....
Kati: Then wash it out. Make sure you do it right away. It is very hot. You do not want the animals in your rubbish box.
Me: Ok, Kati, we'll take care of it. Have a great night.
So a few minutes later, Hannah, Kim and I went to check out the trash can. I wasn't brave enough to do it alone. We weren't sure if there was a racoon in the trash can or maybe a snake or who knows what.
It turns out we had maggots.
So we got out the water hose and the draino and went to work. After letting our trash can sit for a while, we decided we should dump it out. It was quite the adventure. But don't worry, we took some photos!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
St. Istvan's Day 2009
This year (YEAR 4!) was no different. We piled 5 teachers in my car and 7 more in a van and carpooled into the city after lunch to watch the Red Bull Air Race, meander through the city, and watch some awesome fireworks.
The picture below is of a few teachers and me on the banks of the river.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Shaq and Me
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Internet and Teacups
Since When is Hell an Energy Drink?
Yep, that's right. I've seen "Hell" energy drinks before, but tonight in Tesco there was a display so big you can probably see it from outer space. At first, it made me chuckle (and take a picture). Who would want to drink something called Hell? How could Hell possibly be a good thing? Yuck.
And then I realized it must be appealing to a whole lot of people, otherwise it wouldn't be for sale. Lots of people must think a drink called Hell is exactly what they want. Seems crazy to me.
Wow. What a reminder that without Christ, Truth is just plain foolishness, completely distorted. Join me in praying that God would continue to draw Hungarians to Himself. Pray they would find satisfaction and refreshment, not it a can of caffeine, but in Jesus!
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
A Visitor From Home, Computer Glitches, and a Hungarian Wedding
One of the more frustrating parts about my return Hungary has been computer trouble. When I was in the US a few weeks ago, my computer decided to call it quits. Thankfully, I have amazing and technologically advanced friends who helped me purchase a new one on short notice. I love it - very cute and snazzy if I do say so myself! The only problem is that after about three days in Europe, the wireless stopped working. (Sigh!) It's a good thing I've had lots of hours to spend dealing with it and even a better thing that I have an international warranty. (Yay!) Now I'm just waiting for the English speaking employee at the Toshiba place in Hungary to order a new wireless card from Germany. Let's hope this fixes my problems!
On a brighter note, my friends Meg and Gabor got married "Hungarian style" this weekend! Meg and I have been in a Bible study together for the last two and a half years; I am so thankful for her friendship. Gabor is a great Hungarian guy who helped me find an awesome car to buy last fall. I am going to miss them a ton when they move to the US next month. (And I'm going to have to find a new mechanic!)
The pic below is of the Hungarian wedding coordinator. We don't have anything quite like him in America. It's this guy's job to direct all the festivities while speaking in riddles and rhymes. He even has a stick with ribbons from each couple he's helped with wedding madness. Those of you who know me will be impressed to learn that I stayed at the reception until 1 AM! By that time I was pooped and tired of killing mosquitoes, but I'm pretty sure the party was going until about 4 - yikes!