Pumukli in America

2011-04-29T01:32:00.001-06:00

Thank you everyone for following my blog. In a few days I will be moving to Romania, so Pumukli isn't going to be in America anymore. I created a new blog take a look and let me know what you think.

Pumukli in Romania

Here is our chance to help.

2011-04-19T23:33:00.000-06:00

If you want to know, how you can help please get in contact with me.

5 Days Without Shoes

2011-04-03T19:17:00.001-06:00

One Day Without Shoes: April 5, 2011

A few weeks ago a friend told me about the one day without shoes program. The point of the program is to bring awareness for the millions of children out there in the world who can't afford shoes. The reason why I got so involved in it is that even though I never was as poor as the children we are talking about, once upon a time my parents didn't have money to buy me shoes either. To be honest, the first time I bought shoes for myself was around 2003. So I feel very close to the subject, and even though I don't remember ever having to walk in the city completely bare-footed, I saw hundreds of children without shoes. And I didn't even have to go very far to see those children, I didn't have to go to Africa, it was just in the cities I lived in. Like Cluj or Budapest. And I'm sure there are thousands of children in the US too with the same problem.

Because of my religion I fast every month for 24 hours, no drinking and no food. And it is never hard for me and I never feel a struggle, I always feel strong when I'm doing it because I have a purpose for why I'm doing it. So Friday I woke up with the urge to do something, and the one day without shoes program was in my mind, and I knew exactly that one day for me is nothing, since most of the time I like to walk around barefoot anyway. But if I really want to make a difference or to feel like I'm doing something I must do it longer. So on Friday I decided to start immediately and continue until the 5th of April where I will catch up with the program everyone else is doing.

So far I have been doing it for 3 days. I walked in stores, did shopping, went to the movies, took my dog out in rain and snow, and I can't wait to see what else will I have to walk in before Tuesday. Friday night I told a friend of mine about the day without shoes when I ran into her a the movies, and I invited her and her boyfriend to do it. Even if she had said no, she can't do it, it wouldn't have hurt as much as it did when she laughed about it and said that if she did it she would be surely be fired from her job. God is my witness I would never want anyone to get fired over this, and honestly I don't think it would happen once they would know why you are doing it. But the laugh in her comment made me think of how ridiculous people can be (and here I'm not talking about my friend, I'm talking about people in general). If someone asks for a monetary donation we usually don't give anything because we say people should work for their own money. If they ask for clothes that you don't wear anymore, in most cases our answer is "well I can't do it right now becouse I'm to busy to look for any," then later you forget completely about the donation, and because it's easier you just end up throwing it in a dumpster. Anyway I know I'm one of those people sometimes. But with this program, I finally feel like no one is asking me for money, no one is asking for a donation, the only thing they are asking me is to go one day without shoes so if people ask why I'm barefoot I can remind them of the children who live in poverty in the world.

No one asked me to do it for 5 days--that was my own choice, and I'm getting out of it much more than I thought I would. This whole experience reminds me of a game a friend mine asked me long time ago to play. I was very depressed and full of self pity, and she told me to put a penny in my shoe and leave it there for several days. Every time I felt the penny, or every time it bothered me, I had to remember something I was grateful for. In other words, I should count my blessings. Every day while I was doing it I felt I was the happiest person on earth. And today I feel the same; every single time I feel a little rock under my sole I murmured a thank you for something. And every day I realize I have more things to be thankful for that otherwise I forgot about.

Yesterday when I walked in the snow, or today when I took my dog for a walk and my feet froze, and it hurt like no other, I was so grateful that I could run into the house and get warm, or that I knew that in five days I could wear shoes again. I'm so blessed!!

How about you, how many times a day do you count your blessings?

I just had to shear this. :))

2011-01-22T22:46:00.001-07:00

Invitation to God

2011-01-08T15:04:00.001-07:00

An interesting thing happened to me yesterday that I want to share.

Recently I have been watching Touched by an Angel, it is one of my favorite TV shows. Anyway in one of the episodes Monica the angel is a wedding planner and she is organizing this wonderful romantic wedding but she feels like she forgot something and she can't figure out what it is. While she is trying to figure out what she forgot, the wedding is almost called off. So she needs to pray to see what to do next. While she is praying she realizes that what she missed was inviting God to the wedding and to the celebration.

This really stuck with me. It is so easy to kneel down and pray and ask for forgiveness, to ask for help, to thank God for things. But I don't ever remember asking God specifically to take part in my life. God gave us a wonderful gift called free agency that he wants us to use. This is a strong, powerful gift; so powerful that sometimes God can't help us because our free agency keeps him away. If we don't allow him to help, he won't. Not that he can't help; he won't, because that would be against our free agency. I believe that free agency is a much more powerful tool in our life that I ever thought it is. So many times I expected God to do miracles to help me with out even allowing him to do so. So last night I decided to specifically invite him into my life. To help me make decisions that need to be made, to cry with me when I need a shoulder to cry on, and to laugh with me when I need someone to laugh with. I gave him permission last night to participate in my life as much as he can.

It's interesting, because honestly I always asked for his advice in things, and as I said I alway asked for his blessing on my life, but never ever have I invited him to participate fully with me in my life. Anyway it is something to think about and it will be a continuing learning process for me. I just wanted to share this, so maybe you will think about it too.

Finger Shoes

2011-01-03T00:07:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to tell you about these shoes quickly. I asked for them for Christmas because I read a lot about them, about how healthy they are for your feet and back. Well I have to admit that they are worth every penny. It's a fact that the healthiest thing is if you are barefoot, and that running barefoot is best. And this is exactly what "Finger Shoes" are for, as I call them. They protect your feet from things, while helping you to walk the way you are naturally supposed to. I have really bad flat feet and they told me that I would eventually need to have an operation to fix them. But in these shoes I don't have the problem at all.

They are good for sprinting, climbing, or anything else.

Anyway the best prices are on Amazon, if you want to get some. But I recommend that before you buy them, you go to REI and try on a few pairs and then buy them online. (Use my link. :) ) And let me warn you that they are hard to put on in the beginning, but you will get used to them.

2010-2011

2011-01-02T23:27:00.002-07:00

Happy New Year!

I can't believe it's already 2011. Time passes so quickly. I've been thinking about last year--did I have enough time to do everything I wanted to last year. The answer is no, I didn't. I wanted to do so much last year. But you know, you shouldn't dwell on what you didn't accomplish; you should focus on what you did accomplish.

In spite of the fact that I didn't have time to finish everything I wanted, there are still a few things I'm proud of. For example, finishing school in April. I am the first in my immediate family to attend college. Besides me I only have two cousins who completed degrees. I'm proud of it. And not the least because I did it in a foreign language. It was hard, but if God is for me, who can be against me?

The second thing I'm really proud of is our little company Julie and I have: Backyard Bookkeeper. At this time last year there were only three of us: Julie, me, and Shantel. This year we grew by two, and this month we will have to hire one other person. So I can't complain at all, since our company is growing. Julie does everything having to do with accounting and training the new employees, and I do everything else that isn't bookkeeping.

These are big things for me, if you consider the fact that five years ago I had nothing, just a broken heart and anger at the world. The most important thing from last year for me is that I decided that whether it rains or shines I would do these things, and I did. I have a very strong testimony that if you decide to do something, you can do it. Being determined is not just a wish, it's a decision, and "decision" to me means that there is no other option except to work until it's done. It's like you are at an intersection and you don't really know whether you should go right or left. But you have to go somewhere, so you decide on a direction, and from then on, there is no other way, because the rest of the roads aren't good anymore. (I hope you understand what I'm trying to say.) The only person who can prevent you from achieving what you want is you yourself. And unfortunately, there were a few things I didn't achieve last year, and exactly because I got in my own way.

A word about the future. I now have only four and a half months in this wonderful country, and I have to enjoy every minute. There is lots and lots of work to do, because we have to prepare the business to be able to function without us. But I believe that with the Lord's help, we can make it happen. In other words, Julie and I will run the company from Romania and have someone else take our place here as local managers. It's a risky thing we've taken on, but we believe that if we build a good foundational system and everyone knows what their responsibilities are, there's no reason for it not to work. Julie will probably visit at least once a year to take care of business, and I'll come when I can.

By the way if any of you want to start your own business, I recommend you read this book: The E-Myth Revisited by Michael Gerber. I really love this book--it's my business bible. I won't bore you anymore with my business philosophies, but I want you to know that you can only succeed if you really expect it and do something about it.

I'm excited for May, and I'm excited to see my family, and everyone in Hungary too. I miss everyone. And just because I'm going to Cluj doesn't mean I won't ever go to Hungary; in fact it's likely I'll go every month to visit. Because I still feel that Hungary is my home, but right now Romania needs me.

Happy New Year, and I can't wait to see you again--it's only a few months away! I can hardly believe it!

$1

2010-10-17T19:34:00.004-06:00

About two weeks ago I was thinking about how much I loved collecting (saving money) in my piggy bank when I was little, but as a grownup that somehow hasn't gone too well for me. And here I'm not talking about savings accounts, etc; I'm talking about the simple idea of putting away a little bit every day. If by some miracle I managed to save up a small amount, it wouldn't be long before I found a reason to get it out and spend it. But then one day two weeks ago, I woke up and decided to start collecting every single $1 bill that I get as change from shopping, etc.

Why exactly $1 bills? Well, maybe because it is my favorite bill of all, because if I have lots of 1 dollar bills in my wallet I feel richer, even though the value is not the same as, say, a $20 bill. Also, because it is small enough that if I put it in the piggy bank, I don't feel like it's enough money to be worth stealing from.

Anyway, it's been two weeks now, and I have $80 . I don't remember ever putting $40 in my savings in a single week. And the best part is that since all my $80 is in one dollar bills, it never occurs to me to take any out and spend it. However, I have to admit I take it out once a day and look at the bills, and the stack is so thick I feel like I really accomplished something. I'm finally putting away some money!

One of the problems I found that I have with saving money is that I'm reluctant to put the money away because I always think of things I could spend it on. But now that what I'm putting away is just dollar bills, I feel that it is a small amount that I couldn't do much with anyway. So some days I put away $1 but some days I put $10 away.

Anyway I just thought maybe this would give some of you who are in my shoes encouragement to start saving small amounts, because 1+1=2 and so on. If you do try my method, let me know how it goes.

My collection so far:

" your story is not where you start it it is where you take it to." Tony Robbins

2010-08-03T22:46:00.000-06:00

Here are some things that stuck with me from the first episode.

" When you have needs take care of them."
I personally can testify how important this step is. I been taking care of my whole family , and my mom died , i lost my powers I was dead with her. The only thing that brought me back to life when I realized that I have needs and my needs weren't about my family anymore they were about me. I needed to take care of my self to get back to real life. So yes please please let you self cry, let your self be drunk if you feel like it, go to a beauty salon, do some yoga whatever makes you feel a live do it. Take time for your self, and let the other things take care of them selves.

"when you can't you must"
I have no better words for it than Amen. Because "I can't" for real doesn't exist it is just a made up word.

"your story is not where you started, it is where you take it to"

What powerful words are this, how true it is. You are the only one who can write your life no one else does. And again from experience I will say it is true.
I could have been an alcoholic, slut somewhere in Europe, from the way things where around me. But I choose to write my own story. And I'm neither of them. I finished college, i speak 3 languages, I have a good living, good friends , no drink and no smoke. You think it was easy? No it wasn't and it is not but this all because i write my own story and didn't let life write it for me.

Fasting

2010-06-24T00:17:00.001-06:00

As many of you already know from Facebook, Julie and I are doing a weeklong fast. Let me explain to those of you who haven't been on Facebook recently what I am talking about and what exactly we are doing.

First of all, what is fasting? A couple years ago I was really sick and wasn't able to fast every first Sunday of the month, and I felt terrible about it. So I asked one of the church leaders about what I should do, because I felt so guilty, and they said that fasting isn't just about not eating and not drinking, it's about sacrifice. It's about giving up something that's important to you for a little while, so you can dedicate that time to God. This really comforted me.

So a couple days ago I was praying and suddenly felt a desire to fast, but I also felt that I needed to do a lot more than just fast normally; I felt like I needed to make a bigger sacrifice. I confess that simple fasts are easy for me because I'm not good at eating and drinking regularly anyway--I can go for days without really eating. So I never feel like fasting is that big of a sacrifice, which is why I wanted whatever I was going to do to last for a little while. And that's also why I came up with this plan, which Julie also agreed to do.

I decided that for seven days we would do all the things we are usually too lazy to do, and leave out all the things that we do all the time as hobbies that we enjoy.

Here are a few things from our list:

Read scriptures every day. (It's Wednesday today and I confess I haven't read anything yet. :( But I will do my best to get back to it--the excuse is I was busy, but the truth is the reason I came up with this whole idea is because I am always too busy.)

Don't drink Coke all week. (You'll never believe that I really haven't drunk Coke all week, except for last night when we were out with a few friends, and since there was nothing else we could order I did get some Coke, but I didn't drink more than half a glass because I felt guilty.)

Don't go to bed until the kitchen is clean and the dishes are done. (Besides tonight, we've done it every day so far.)

These are just a few things from the long list of what we will do or won't do this week. For example, if I want to play on my phone or my iPad, I have to read something instead. If I want to browse the internet or Facebook or Twitter or something, I have to write on my blog.
I feel like I've made a lot of progress this week, and I'm grateful for the opportunity. It's too bad I didn't try it before. I'm grateful I can make sacrifices in the interest of a beautiful goal, and that I feel that God is beside me every step of the way, and that he sees that even though some of these things aren't hard for others, they are big sacrifices for me, and I offer them to him.

I want to ask you to join us. Even though there are only a few days left, there's still time. I promise you will have a great experience! I don't think I've felt the Spirit this strongly in years. :)

Wisdom from Pumukli

2010-01-10T22:02:00.004-07:00

Happy New Year everyone!
I just re-watched Benjamin Button, one of my favorite movies of 2008, and I would like to share something with you. This is a letter that Benjamin Button sends to his daughter from India. Please read the words very carefully and think about them. Ask yourself if you are living the life you wanted and if you are you the person you wanted to be. And if you are not, remember that is never too late.

"For what it's worth, it is never too late, or in my case, too early, to be whoever you want to be. There is no time limit; stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There are no limits to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it.

"I hope you see things that startle you.

"I hope you feel things you ever felt before.

"I hope you meet people with different point of view.

"I hope you live a life you're proud of. And if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

When I was baptized into the church at age 15 I learned an important lesson, something everyone should be learning about every day. This life is a lesson we have to learn, and there will be a test of everything we learned here. And one day we will stand in front of our creator and he will ask us if we have used our time well on this earth, if we have become the people we really wanted to be and could be.

In the past years I forgot who I am! I forgot that I'm a person who who can live the way I want to. I forgot the purpose of my existence, I forgot to live a life worth telling about. One thing not many people know about me is that I used to love being free, I used to like to fly with the wind. I used to love everyone, and I could talk about anything to anyone. I tried to look at people from God's point of view, no matter if tht person was drunk, scary, or kind, black or white. They were all the same in my eyes. But something happened a few years ago. I slowly started to hide inside a box, from where I couldn't see things straight. I couldn't move the way I wanted, I couldn't do the things I liked. For a long time I tried to explain the situation to myself with all sorts of excuses, such as it's because of the death of my mom, it is because I live in a different country or different culture, it is because I gained weight, it is because my friends left me, it is because I was forced to do things I don't like, it is because of my religion, it is because of God, it is because he has abandoned me.

I kept telling myself all these things, so much that I started telling myself that I'm too old and I can't ever have fun anymore. Even though sometimes I tried out fun things, traveling, etc., I still kept convincing myself that I'm already 27 years old and I have missed out on doing all the things I used to love.

A few weeks ago I was playing a snowboard game and I mentioned to a good friend of mine how my entire life I wanted to try snowboarding. And she asked me why don't I try it out? I honestly answered her and said because I have already missed the years I could do it; it is too late. Her automatic reply was it's never too late. At that moment it didn't make that big of an impression on me, but ever since then it has been on my mind, and every day something whispers in my ear and says, it is not too late to be the person God wants me to be. It is never too late to spread my wings and fly on high mountain tops, it is never too late to love like crazy. It is never too late to became a millionaire, and it is definitely never too late to start a new life.

And that is the reason I have started to change things around me, because I realized that all the things I blamed on everything else are really my fault. I became the person I let myself become, and I didn't became the person I really wanted to be. I want to be free. I want to fly! I want to have children who one day I can tell sincerely that to be happy means to be free: free of blame, free of guilt, free of things that hold you back from becoming who you really are capable of becoming. There are so many tools around us that give you the opportunity to change the world by starting with yourself.

One day I will stand in front of God and will be able to say, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith." (2 Timothy 4:7)

Vince

2009-08-19T00:16:00.002-06:00

A guy called Vince commented on my blog today. I'm afraid it was a spam but I'm not sure so Vince if you can tell me who you are I would appreciate that.
Thank you,

Facts

2009-08-03T02:11:00.003-06:00

Hi,
I had this blog post in mind for a while and I think tonight after I cried my heart out and my eyes are all red and hot i decided to wake up from my comfy bed and write this so for once and for all i close something that it's been really bothering me.
First excuse my spelling at this time i won't have anyone editing this. So I'm sorry!
As you can see the title of this post is facts that way i will get to the facts.

Here are a list of the Facts why I love my best friend Julie DeLong

1, She saved my life , and she still working on saveing it everyday.
2. Becouse she truly believes in me
3. She accepts me as I'm not as some one she wants me to be.
4 Because not just that she saved my life but because she was there when i had no one else next to me.
5. Because she saw me pooping in my pants, piucking the shit out of me , being the poorest i could ever be , yelling and blaming her for many things it wasn't her fault and she still sticks with me.
6. I love her because I don't understand how could she still love me.

Here is a List of why I'm not a lesbian

1. The most important thing in my life is GOD and my religion
2. Because I love love boys
3. i love bold guys with beg muscles and preferable with a big ... between their legs
4. because i love sex and i think that sex should be performed between a man and a women
5. Because i love my own children and fanily one day
6. Because I had a boyfriend since i was 10 years old and there is nothing better than having someone strong and independent ,and muscly keeping you in his arms.

There is nothing worst in this life than knowing that your friends who have been in your home, eat from you food, cried on your solder. Friends that you would have given your life for stub you in the back, and mock your religion and your life.

A few days ago I heard a rumor about me and Julie that maybe there is more than just a friendship because we are not married yet and sill live together for almost 5 years, well i would like to dedicate this post to everyone who has ever thought of such thing. BOTH JULIE AND I WANT TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS AND HAVE SEX WITH A MAN , WE ARE BOTH ATTRACTED TO MEN. 'm not here to convince you of anything and i will be honest the reason that i decided to write this post is because i wanted to tell the world how important is julie delong is for me and why because i believe that only such person could have thoughts of a things like this who has no idea what love means, and what taking care of someone really means. And that i should consider my self the luckiest person on earth because my best friend was there when i needed some one. I would like to tell you a little bit about our friendship if you are curious so i can satisfy your shit full mind and maybe clear some things for you.
Julie DeLong and i are very close because i owe her my life, she saved my life numerous times. If it wouldn't be of her i would be long gone. But who cares right???
Well i care and i thank her for listening to God and being there when no one else was, and for being there when no one else is. I thank her because thanks to here every day i can still wake up and see the sun come up, i thank her because of her i can still walk , and laugh, and see how beautiful God is. I thank her because of her on day i will be a good wife to my poor prince who fell of his horse on his way here, and i thank her, for encouraging me that true friendship does exist, and that IM not alone on this world and that GOD does love me as he loves everyone else. I thank her everyday for having ONE MORE day on this earth.
I don't believe in friendships anymore, i'm really tired of being used,and laughed at, so please do me a favor and don't leave me messages telling me how sorry you are for all that happened. Because i don't believe you, and i truly don't give a shit of your sorry. The real person you should turn to for forgiveness is God, not me.

I got this from a friends this morning and I thought you would like it too.

2009-04-07T12:44:00.002-06:00

Do you want a local Hungarian store?

2009-04-04T01:36:00.006-06:00

I am conducting a little market research to see if we can open a Hungarian store in the Salt Lake/Provo area. To help us get started, please fill out this survey. There's a link at the top of the right-hand column, or you can access it here.

Do you really know who you are? (This is a long post but please read it.)

2009-04-02T22:58:00.007-06:00

About me: I wonder what people will say about me after I am gone? I wonder what my legacy will be to those that follow me. What will you, my friends, talk about when I'm gone? Will you ever mention me after a few months have gone by? Who am I? Do I know the answer to that? Do you know the answer to that--do you really know the answer? And here I'm not talking about the typical answer: "I'm a child of God." That's the past. I do know that I'm a child of God, but do I fulfil that privilege? Do you? Do we really try our best? Or do we convince ourselves somewhere along the way that we are already doing our best? What is our best, and what does it mean to be children of God? Do you think that knowing that you are a child of God automatically means that you know exactly who you really are? Because someone told you you are a child of God, you know automatically what your favorite food and dress is, what you like and what you don't; what will make you happy, what will make you angry? Do you automatically know how to live this life, what you will be when you grow up? Does knowing that you are a child of God give you a personality?

I know I'm a child of God, but as it happens so many times in your real life, when you feel like your daddy is not paying enough attention to you it doesn't mean he doesn't love you, it just means he is busy with other things, or it might just mean that he wants you to discover yourself, discover your own weaknesses and strengths, discover your true best friend--yourself, discover that you are the only one who lives with you 24/7. Have you discovered that person? Are you your best friend?

I know I'm not. In my life I have been through a lot: sickness, abuse, love, health, loneliness, hopelessness, joy, love; and all these things formed me one by one to the person I am now. But who am I? When I was little, just running barefoot around the village, I was happy. Yes, I went through rough times, but I was happy. I was happy because I was free--free to truly be myself, to play when I wanted, to read when I wanted, to think about whatever I wanted. I truly loved everyone around me, my family and my friends. But one thing was always missing: I gave out so much love that I didn't realize that I myself wasn't really loved. I read the New Testament over and over and over, and I got closer and closer to Christ, so much that I was convinced that I would be able to do exactly what he did for us, because I loved the world so much that I would have been able to give my life for everyone. Then I went to Hungary and was introduced to the Church, and in the Church I finally had good friends that I thought were true friends--I finally felt loved and important. But now I know that what I felt for each one of you wasn't love, it was the imagination of love. I thought I was giving my life for others, like Christ did. So I found those people who needed to take care of someone, and to them I became the depressed, always crying and going through a rough time Alex, and it seemed to make them happy that they could take care of me. Then others needed to see me be happy and they wanted to be around happy people, so I was happy around them; I was the happiest, funniest girl you could imagine. By these experiences I developed so many personalities that you could tell me that you wanted me to cry, and I would instantly cry and be depressed--isn't that sad? I had lost my freedom, and I kept trying to convince myself I was happy when I really wasn't. Isn't it sad how subconscious things determine what you do and how you do it? Everything around you works subconsciously against you.

That is why you need to know exactly who you are, what you are, so you can truly say that you are a child of God, and not just because you've heard that your entire life from Church, family, and friends. My entire life I let other people shape me to be whoever they wanted me to be, and then when they had enough and fulfilled their need, they let me go, and I got lost. When I first realized that I don't know who I am, what my personality is really like, that was when I realized that I had no idea what it truly means to be a child of God. Look at the scriptures: even Christ himself had to grow and find himself before he could stand before God and say the words, "Father, now I know who I am."

I truly believe that the most important thing and the most important reason we have been sent to earth is to get to know ourselves. It is a much harder process than just going through rough times. As I said, you have no idea what kind of things I went through or what I'm going through these days, but I have to tell you that the hardest thing in everything that's happening around me is that I have no idea who I am, because if I truly knew, I could stand up for myself, but I can't. Can you? It doesn't matter if you are religious or not, when you read this post I want from the bottom of my heart for you to ask yourself if you really know who you are. And if your answer is yes, then ask the next question: "Am I doing everything I possibly can do to be the best I can be? And every morning when I look in the mirror do I recognize myself, and say, you can get that job you want, you can be rich if you want, you are truly happy, you can get that guy you like because you are beautiful, you can truly love everyone around you because you know you were born to love?" But the most important is that you look in the mirror every morning and say, "I'm really living the life I wanted for myself." Because if you are able to say that you are living the life you really wanted for yourself, you will never ever regret what you have done or what you haven't, or what you will do and what you won't, because if you know yourself, you know the precious gift your daddy gave you. It is yours only--your life, and you will never feel like he left you alone and doesn't talk to you anymore, because you will have your precious gift from him: your life, which is none other than your best friend, yourself, that will always remind you that your daddy loves you.

I'm not even close to knowing who I am, but at least I recognize that, and I will work very hard to find out who I am, but it is going to be a long time, maybe not until I reach the grave, but I want everyone to know that I tried and I truly have given the best I could. I hope that people after I am gone will remember these words and not just as something they read once but that they really will try to find themselves.

So now please ask yourself, DO YOU REALLY KNOW WHO YOU ARE? Will you be the boss over your subconscious or you will still let others boss you around and tell you who you are? (Don't lie to yourself, either.)

Why do i like coke so much?

2009-03-31T21:04:00.008-06:00

Why do I like Coke so much? I'll be honest; I've never given a thought to this before, but here it is. Let me start with my first meeting with Coke, where it was love at first sight.

I grew up in a very little town in Romania, where things like candy or soda only existed for rich people and rich people's kids. I definitely wasn't a rich kid. So my grandmother, for us to have a little sweetness in our lives, sometimes made us caramel suckers. Carmal suckers are way easy and cheap to make: put a few spoons of sugar in a pot, stir while the sugar melts and turns brown, then pour a cup or two of water directly on the sugar while holding the spoon upright in the sugar. After the caramel hardens on the spoon, take the spoon out, and you have your sucker!

Now that I've bored you with a recipe, let me make it a little more interesting. As many of you know, Romania used to be a Communist country, so right after President Ceausescu was executed in 1989, we started to receive help from other countries: clothes, food, shoes, games, books, etc. The help arrived in our village too. I remember getting a cool gray jacket, and my cousins and I tasted bananas for the first time (but I still don't like them except in banana bread).

As I found out, our mayor liked to put a few things aside for himself such as cola or shiny new soccer balls. One day while I passed by the mayor's house, I saw a white van, and I couldn't resist the temptation to look inside, and what I saw really surprised me. The Red Cross van was full of soda and soccer balls! I got so angry that the rumors about the mayor were true that I quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching, then started trying all the doors. To my surprise the back door was open, so I jumped in, snatched three bottles of soda and a soccer ball to put under my coat, then snuck out of the van and sprinted all the way home. I shared my loot with my cousins, who were happiest about the soccer ball, but I, for the first time in my life, picked up a soda bottle, slowly sounded out the words "Coca-Cola," twisted off the cap, and took my first sip. What can I say? It was love at first taste. It was phenomenal. It was fantastic, sweet, but also a little bitter. It was great! Did I feel bad for what I'd done? Yes, very much, but not for long, because the next morning the Red Cross sold everything to those who were supposed to get it for free. This didn't make me feel entirely better, because I still felt a little bit bad for stealing, but it felt good to have made both my cousins happy, not to mention that I saved my grandparents tons of money, not just because they didn't have to buy those things for us, but because my cousins weren't ruining their shoes anymore every week by playing soccer with rocks from the street. It's good for me that a few months later, my mother moved us to Hungary, which at the time was 100 times more advanced than Romania. In other words, they had everything you could wish for, including Coke--as much as you could ever want to buy.

Yes, ever since then I drink Coke; it is my passion and my love. But I'd like to prove everyone wrong who swears that Coke is not healthy. I'm not saying that everyone should drink it all the time like me, or that kids should grow up on it, but I can testify that for me it is healthy. And here a few of the reasons why:

I have chronic migraines, and to be able to not faint from pain every time, I need to have caffeine. (Yes, I could also take a huge amount of medicine full of caffeine, but hmmm... I think I'll stick to Coke.)
I have stomach problems. Yes, carbonated things are noot good for ulcers, but still, the doctors always tell you that if you have heartburn, nausea, or upset stomach, then Sprite will calm your stomach. If you throw up, have some Sprite! And guess what? Ulcer medicines contain caffeine. So instead of Sprite, when I have heartburn, I drink Coke, and when my tummy hurts, I drink Coke, and everything is better.
I also have low blood presure. This is what really made me committed to Coke for good. One day a few years ago, I decided to quit drinking Coke, and I hadn't had any for a least six months. Then one day I was waiting for the subway to go home from work and ... well, that's all I remember because a few hours fell out of my life. Later at the ER, the doctor told me what happened. I was waiting for the subway and started to pass out, and almost fell down onto the tracks. Luckily a man standing right next to me caught me and called an ambulance. The doctor said that my blood pressure was so low that it was a miracle I didn't have a stroke. Yup, a stroke, at 20 years of age. Anyway, he prescribed five different medicines, which were all full of caffeine, and he also told me to drink red wine and coffee. (Well, excuse me, don't you know that I'm Mormon and I can't do that?) But wait a minute, I can drink Coke instead of the stupid pills, wine, and coffee! So I started drinking Coke again.

Yes, I know I'm addicted to Coke and I admit it, but hey, who is not addicted to something? Chocolate, other types of soda, bread, air, sugar, cocoa, coffee, etc. We are all addicted to something, including life itself.

So that is my Coke story. Now I want to hear what you think--what are you addicted to? Why do you like coke? Do you feel like you've had enough when people bug you about something you like that you know is good for you? Do you remember any funny Coke stories about me? Remind me. :)

Gossip

2009-03-31T01:11:00.005-06:00

A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man whom they hardly knew - I know none of you have ever done this. That night, she had a dream: a great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O’ Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. ‘Is gossiping a sin?’ she asked the old man. ‘Was that God All Mighty’s hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution? Father, have I done something wrong?’ ‘Yes,’ Father O’ Rourke answered her. ‘Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed.’ So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. ‘Not so fast,’ says O’ Rourke. ‘I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.’ So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed. ‘Did you cut the pillow with a knife?’ he says. ‘Yes, Father.’ ‘And what were the results?’ ‘Feathers,’ she said. ‘Feathers?’ he repeated. ‘Feathers; everywhere, Father.’ ‘Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind,’ ‘Well,’ she said, ‘it can’t be done. I don’t know where they went. The wind took them all over.’ ‘And that,’ said Father O’ Rourke, ‘IS GOSSIP!’

I have heard this story firs tonight when we went to see Doubt. I really liked the story so i taught i would share it with you guys too. By the way doubt is PG13 and it is a very good movie. Meryl Streep, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Amy Adams are great. They all deserved all the nominations they received lost year for their performance. If any of you saw the preview of this movie and thinks it's going to be suspenseful and to dramatic, well IT IS NO AT ALL. There is only one seen they are yelling at each other and that's it. So I really recommend you go see it if you are in a mood of no action neither comedy type of movie. watch trailer here.
PS: i would still like ideas on what to write about and this week i will write of some things you suggested for me. Like why i like coke so much? You know i never thought about that.

What should i write about?

2009-03-29T23:03:00.001-06:00

Hello everyone!
So it's been a long time since I wrote a word on my blog, and that is exactly why I have no idea what to write about or where to start, so please give me suggestions of what to write about. I would realy like to hear what you guys want to hear about. (You can even ask about a secret or something funny I did when I was little.) :)

Some fun things

2008-10-10T00:39:00.000-06:00

Help--I'm confused!

2008-10-09T00:52:00.004-06:00

Julie and I were confused for a long time, which one is Liam Neeson and which one is Ralph Fiennes. I personally figured it out in Schindler's List, but Julie still can't always tell them apart. (Don't consider the Age just the looks.)

Then today I finally remembered that I have a really hard time telling the difference between these two actresses: Rachel Weisz (who is Hungarian, by the way), and Carla Gugino. Julie and I were arguing because I say it's so hard to tell them apart because they look so alike, but Julie didn't think they looked alike at all. So I had to prove it to her with pictures. I do agree that they don't look 100% alike, but I still believe the reason I confuse them is that they are very similar. What do you think?

Then here is the last pair of actors we've argued about. Julie can't tell them apart, but I've never had a problem:

So I'd like to know your opinion. Do these actors look alike? Can you tell them apart? If not, why not? Please comment!!!!

Mission reunion 2008/ New things on Pocak's blog take a look!

2008-10-04T17:48:00.001-06:00

Most recent things..

2008-10-04T15:41:00.001-06:00

I finally paid off my Best Buy credit card, so I decided I would finally buy something I had wanted for a long time. I went to Best Buy, where the 8GB iPod Touch was $299. That evening I wrote to Julie's brother that I was planning to buy one and to ask whether he still liked the one he had. He told me not to buy one right away, because Apple was going to announce a new model within a couple of days, which meant the prices would go down. It was hard to wait, but it was worth it, because I got the new model with twice as much memory for the same amount I originally planned to spend. :) But to tell you something funnier, the day after I bought the iPod, we went to the Apple store to buy me a case for it. As we were looking around, suddenly the alarms all went off and we saw two guys running away. They stole 4 iPhones by just ripping them out of their sockets. We talked to one of the employees about what a stupid move it was, because half the people in the store could identify them, and there were security cameras too. The manager said that most likely they wouldn't even try to find the phones because it would cost more than the phones were worth. That's the way Apple is. For example, a few days later I noticed there was a problem with my iPod, so I took it to the store for them to look at. Instead of fixing it or anything else, they just replaced it. Of course I said yes. :)

Since Julie knows how much I like musicals, she surprised me with tickets to Cats, since they were in town. It was great, and worth every cent. On the way out we were walking toward the car when I thought I heard someone say "szerinted." I knew it was Julie, so I paid attention to the people next to me, and I was right! The man and his daughter who were walking next to me were Hungarians. We talked for about an our with them before we went home. Yes, I am really homesick!

Now this was a very interesting exhibit. I always knew the statues were very realistic, but the exhibit only became really interesting, when Julie and I found out that these bodies and organs were not just realistic, but real bodies and body parts that had been turned to plastic. Somehow they suck all the liquid out of the dead body and then substitute it with plastic, and then they can do whatever they want with it. Supposedly more than 100,000 people have decided to donate their bodies since they saw this exhibit, and of those, 1000 have already died. Even I thought about signing up for donation. In any case, if you have the opportunity, go see the exhibit; it's something you'll never forget.

The Office

2008-09-11T23:24:00.001-06:00

While I was gone from work for a month and a half, I decided to start watching The Office. I had heard a lot of good things about it, but I had always been skeptical. But I was so bored I decided to start watching it just for fun. After I had watched the first season, Julie asked me how I liked it, and I told her that it was okay, but I didn't think I could ever watch it again. And guess what happened by the third season? You guessed right--I asked for the whole series on DVD for Christmas! I don't like it because of the humor--it doesn't actually make me laugh that much--I like it because of the characters. Some episodes are so stupid I almost turn the TV off, but I don't because I'm afraid I might miss something important in the story. So if you haven't started watching it yet, start now! Maybe you can become the next Office Addict!

:)

2008-09-10T22:56:00.000-06:00

Curtis, Agota,Hauby

2008-08-31T23:09:00.000-06:00

A month ago I quit my registration office job, at least for one day. My dear boss Tamra of course knew I wouldn't really quit since I had already tried many times. So she let me think a bit about my decision--it took me a horrible week to deal with my feelings and realize that I still didn't feel good about leaving a job I love. So I talked to Tamra and we both agreed that I needed a break. And I think I can see the result of the break for sure. I feel alive again which is a big thing, if you saw me a month ago you might have had a heart attack.
So what did I do with my month?

I slept and slept and slept.....

Than one day Curtis called and said she is in town, i was so happy to see her. I missed her incredibly much........

A few weeks ago I also found out that Agota, one of my good friends from back home was coming to visit Salt Lake. So when she arrived Julie and I went to pick her up and I spent last Wednesday together with her. It was fun, but also we had a hard start to the day. We took Pocak to get his nails trimmed at PetSmart but they said that they have a new rule that I can't hold him while they are doing it and they would also not do it if I don't have proof of his shots with me. Well yes, I was frustrated because nowhere in the store was this new regulation posted, and what is really interesting is that when I got him a snack the girl at the cash register said that she saw that week owners who held their dogs while they got their dogs' nails clipped. Hum...... interesting, isn't it? In spite of the PesSmart experience and me getting lost in the most easiest ways possible, I think we had a good day. O yeah and at "THIS IS THE PLACE" park I ran in to Hauby. I was so happy to see her, because they just moved to Washington where her husband got a job and we probably wouldn't have met at all if we had not run in to each other. How interesting it is that when you plan things with friends like meeting them sometime somewhere usually it doesn't happen, but when you don't plan, you meet each other on accident. After I saw Hauby I realized how much I missed talking to her. But you know what's interesting? No matter how far Hauby and I are from each other, when we meet we can continue where we left off.

Agota and Me

Hauby and her daughters.

2008-08-16T22:02:00.000-06:00

I wrote this for one of my class about my mom, the question was: Is God Just, Merciful or Both?

2008-08-14T17:04:00.000-06:00

Justice, Love, Mercy

Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted freedom and love for others. As the years passed she became more and more the person others wanted to see and less and less the person she really wanted to be. This young girl had great love for others, maybe she had the biggest love for others i have ever seen. She invited anyone in her home that ever was in need, many times she herself didn't have anything to eat, but that never stopped her from sharing with others, if nothing else at least a warm bed on a cold winter day.

As the years passed her big heart she shared with many people got hurt many times by those she once helped. Many times she found herself wondering if love is always the answer to all pain, or to all the world's problems. Day by day she forgot her power to love and share with others. She had more and more friends around her she could use to get what she wanted. What she really thought she needed. More time passed, more lies she said, and more money she owed to others she probably didn't even know in person. Because of the pain she had in her heart and soul, she started drinking as much as she could to forget the pain in so much that it took her life.

Many times I wonder when one day she will stand in front of God would God just send her away saying that she was an alcoholic? Or would God take her hand and say "My daughter, I was always there with you, in everything you have done for others, I held your hand and we both helped together. I always knew what your dreams were, and I always saw you through your heart. I saw you through your heart even when you tried to hide form me, when you made some decisions you shouldn't have. I held your hand to the end. You are my daughter and no matter of your bad choices in your life you are still my daughter and I love you."

If Christ wouldn't have done the sacrifice for us that he has done, if God would only be the God of Justice, then this girl would be shortly lost forever and ever. But I know she is not lost, I know that she got another chance from God through his only begotten Son Jesus Christ. If God would only be the God of Justice, he wouldn't have sent his son to suffer for our sins. And if Christ wouldn't have loved us as he does, he wouldn't have been able to sacrifice himself for something he didn't believe in or loved so much: "us."

If God would only be the God of Justice I wouldn't write these lines with so much hope and love, because I know that God is just and merciful but most of all he is a loving father to his children, and because of that I know that the girl who's story I briefly shared is safe and loved and will be reunited in peace and love with her daughters, my sister, and I who love her very much.

I know that God loves us more than we can imagine and that at the end of our days he and only he and Christ are the judges. No one else.

2008-08-11T00:05:00.001-06:00

4th of July

2008-07-05T01:59:00.000-06:00

Recent events

2008-07-04T01:21:00.000-06:00

This picture is funny but that's exactly what happened to me this Wednesday at the dentist's:

I'm such a great Sunday School teacher! Last Friday I made Julie's favorite Romanian food: "mici", a sausage made with ground lamb and beef, and lots of garlic and pepper.

Three weeks ago we took Pocak in for a little operation...

He's all healed now, and is much better behaved. :)

PS: there is a new picture of him on his blog :)

2008-07-01T11:28:00.000-06:00

2008-06-09T00:48:00.000-06:00

This is my doggy POCAK, i got him for christmas this year, he also has a blog :) if you click on "See Pocak's blog" you will see more pictures of him

2008-06-08T22:21:00.000-06:00

Many of you knows that i love gummy bears here is my favorite gummy bear ever. :)

2008-06-08T21:37:00.000-06:00

My new Minni

2008-06-08T20:16:00.000-06:00

Saturday Julie and I decided to go to Park City and do a little shopping even if it's just window shopping. I needed to get out of my normal life and do something else. Good thing i went because we went in to a toy shop and i find the next piece of a Minni Cooper for 19$ i love it i brought it home and Pocak my dog went crazy when i tried the car, You could see he was confused why this weird thing was going back and forth but is not barking or smelling like a dog, than what is it?
Till a few months ago i only loved Minni Coppers but i start collecting them and so far my collection with my new two pieces i think i have 7 Minnis sitting at the top of my cupboard at work :)
Only two years and i will have my lost piece in my collection :)

USA

2008-06-08T02:22:00.000-06:00

So a few months ago i talked to a good friend of mine who was all in to blogging and when he tried to convince me to have a blog my answer was that is not worthy for me because i would have to do it in two languages so all my friend and family could read it ,and i don'[t have time for it , blla, blla, blla excuses excuses and and again excuses....
Than i finally got to the conclusion that blogging can't hurt so now i have a several blogs and i love spending time posting things on them.

So after this brief introduction of how i started blogging let me tell you how i got to the famous USA.
From 2003-2004 i served a mission in Hungary , in my lost 2 months of my mission i got really sick and i had to finish my mission earlier. Not to long after my mission i lost someone who meant the whole world to me, and since she wasn't there for me anymore i have decided i wanted to be with those who are closes to me and all of them were in the USA. I prayed and prayed to ask for heavenly fathers help to let me know what i need to do , and he clearly answered me i have to finish school and the only option for me that time was caming to America. So here I'm in the big America going to the LDS Business College and tyring to finish my Major which right now is Legal Assistant.