You Don’t Want to Meet Me When I’m Crazy

See the picture?

I’ve taken it.

It proves that I don’t write and think about food only. Sometimes I leave my kitchen for a little while to go for a trip and visit some strange places. (Hm, now that I think about that trip, I just remembered that I had a really awesome sandwich prior to taking these photos. It was yummy!)

Anyhow, in my life there surely are other issues than food that catch my attention.

Like, food photography, for example.

Oh, yeah, you’re right. That’s still very much about food.

Hm, there has to be something else that interests me. I am a sensitive and caring human being, after all.

YES, now I remembered!

The next thing I really care about are my personal issues.

They are fun!

Not!

 

For example, I like to climb onto very strange vehicles.  They carry my high in the mountains. But that’s not the issue. This one is simple to solve. I’m too lazy to walk and too eager to take nice pics from high above.

The issue that I want to talk about is my nervous breakdown that I seem to go through each time I find myself in a stressful situation.

The breakdown lasts for about five minutes.

And it’s wild.

And beastly.

And on this particular trip it started right after they had sat me in the blue chair that you see in the picture.
 
 

Right now, when I am taking this picture, I am cursing the day this insane passenger ropeway was built. I am cursing the grass below for not being more soft and cushy. I am giving my man a threatening look because he dares to breath and rock our seats as a result. And most of all, I am cursing myself for not wearing a parachute on my back.
 
 

Mere five minutes later I am the king of the world. I am enjoying the cool fresh air, I am reveling in the beauty around and I am tapping my man on the knee saying: “Lovely, huh?”.

 

I can’t reverse that thing although I know it is coming.

When the stress begins I get convinced that I am a goner any time soon.

When the five minutes have passed and I come to my senses a wide smile appears on my face and you wouldn’t find a more careless person in the whole wide world.

But those five minutes – you don’t want to be near me when they are happening.

You just don’t.

 

Which makes me think of my man right now. Poor him, he gets to be near me all the time.

Lord, bless his kind and precious heart.
 
 

I doubt this guy has his 5 beastly minutes.

Though, he might – when he meets a photographer who takes photos right IN HIS FACE.

Luckily, we were heading in opposite directions. Which is the only occasion when I dare take pictures of strangers.

I am that courageous.

Hm, I think I’ve just revealed my next issue…
 

Cuteness Overload

monkey behind log of wood

It’s becoming a regular habit of mine to show you the photos that I’ve taken during our weekend trips.

So if I see the cutest monkeys over the weekend nothing in this world will stop me from showing them to you.

Nothing.

Except for a limited internet connection.

But other than that, nothing.
 

This time it was Zoo Győr in Hungary.

The zoo is rather small, but I’ve come to a conclusion that it’s good that way.

You get entertained from the first second on and before you know two hours of the best fun have passed.

There’s no time to get bored.

Or no time for your legs to start hurting.

Which is really great.
 
 

mama monkey carrying baby monkey on her back

Baby monkey: “Mama, can I be a crocodile when I grow up?”

Mama monkey: “Sure my dear, sure.”
 
 

mama monkey carrying baby monkey on her back

Monkey love.
 
 

emu

The Emu.

It was standing very close to me.

Also, it was taller than me.

For a second I thought I was going to leave without my left eye.

Or my camera.

 
 

llama

The mischievous Llama.

He’s decided to go for a stroll all by himself.

Cute… that’s probably the only thing that his caretakers didn’t have on their minds at that very moment.

They would rather have seen a fence around him.

The Llama waited for the chasing guys here and there and allowed them to approach to a distance of about two steps just to start running again.

I like Llamas with humor.
 
 

American Coati

The South American Coati.

They love taking naps in the tree tops.

Just like me.

 
 

eagle carried on a hand

Very cute friends.

Don’t you think?
 
 

giraffes

Wow.

Who knew giraffes love cherries?

I didn’t.
 
 

 giraffe being fed a cherry

Hi guys!

Want a cherry?
 

If by any chance you find yourself in Győr one day, now you know there’s a lot of cuteness there for you to see.

Love,

Petra
The Cuteness Seeker

 

Send Your Toys For a Vacation

My teddy has left for a holiday.

After all, he definitely deserved it – he’s been my sweetheart for such a long time.

You may be asking who he’s traveling with.

Well, it’s my new travel agency that I established recently.

I thought I should really let you know about it since you might be one of those people who would like to send their beloved toys somewhere for a wonderful trip and need that ‘someone‘ to arrange all the necessary details.

Please, feel free to enjoy the pictures from the places my teddy has visited…

First of all, it was Paris – shown on the picture above (he looks so incredibly happy there).
 
 

Then Egypt – what a wonderful place.
 
 

He was joyously excited over there.

The weather was wonderfully hot, there was a  lot of water around and even some camel riding was possible.
 
 

What a pleasure it is to spend time on a beach.

Maybe your teddy will meet his/her long lost relative there.
 
 

Is your teddy into adrenaline?

Then why not try white-water rafting?

It’s so stress-relieving.
 
 

Oh, and this is something for those who are keen on flying.

What a bliss.
 
 

Your teddy also deserves some scrumptious yet healthy food.

Yum!

All-in-all, your precious sweetie will be taken care of with the uttermost attention.

Now I’m sure all of your toy friends definitely want to go too.

For more information (or if you have any suggestions), please, contact me in the comment section.

Meanwhile, I am going to put a bit more thinking into the whole project…
 

Is That An Illness?

I’ve had a wonderful time today – reading my favorite book for most of the day.

I love reading but – BUT! – I might just not be a usual reader.

Because I don’t like reading books… I love reading ONE book.

Over and over, again and again.

The book being called ‘Catch 22’.

I love its structure and humor and I love how it shows you the most important and very serious things through its witty irony.

Not only it is my favorite book, it’s also my precious textbook – I learn and laugh so much each time I read it.

Do you think it is an illness to read one book again and again?

Or is that an obsession?

Does it have a name?

Should I be called a mono-booko-holic?

Or a ‘pathologically loyal reader?

And can that be treated?

I really would like to know…
 
 

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