A little Hungarian lesson for you

This evening I was riding home on the bus, and thought that I’d like to share with you some of my favourite Hungarian expressions, and what they mean in English. Some of these are general expressions, while others are pretty much Catherine-Zsolt made-up and used.

(Oh yes! Now I remember why I wanted to do this. I had just finished a long day of work, and all I could think to myself was “I’m so farkaséhes right now.” Then I thought, “I wish everyone knew what farkaséhes  means, so that I could say it aloud and people would be like, “oh yeah, I hear that!”)

Here we go. A little Hungarian fun 🙂

First off:

Farkaséhes means . . .

wolf hungryWolf hungry!  (I’m so farkaséhes right now. I’m so Wolf HUNGRY!!)

Next up:

Itt a kezem nem disznóláb means . . .

HANDThis is my hand, not a pig’s foot! (i.e. shake my hand already, it’s not a weapon .  . . a friend told us pig’s feet used to be used a weapons. So go figure.)

And then:

Sasnak Sas A Fia means. . .

eagleEagle’s son is Eagle!!! Zsolt and a friend (same one as before) had a bit too much palinka one evening, and then found a book of Hungarian expressions. Eagle’s son is Eagle figuratively blew their minds. Many years later, he told me this story – as thought this was the apex of all realizations, and I just thought it was hilarious. It is a good expression, but I still like to tease him.

And then there is:

kicsi bogaram, which means

little bugLittle Bug! This is the endearing and loving term that Zsolt’s parents call Zsolt – and me, and his sister, and their puppy. . . so, I like it very much. “My sweet little bug,” Anna often says before expressing concern that maybe we’re too cold, or tired, or overworked. I love it. 🙂

Next comes:

Minta Bunda, meaning

fuzzy bearLike a fur. As in, “I slept like fur.” That is to say you slept totally beautifully and it was a gorgeous evening of Zzzzzzs.

And last but not least:

Záp tojas, meaning

rotton eggRotten egg! This is what Zsolt might say as a tease, so then I’ll say “Ross Uborka” and that is a Hungarian expression I made up all by myself meaning ‘Bad Cucumber’. So, that’s fun. And, I hope this post was fun for you too. I was so moved by the comments on my previous post, that I thought I’d do something nice and light to say THANK YOU.

You mean a lot to me too.

Welcome to the new blog!

Maybe you feel this sometimes, that the internet is real and yet not totally real? The people are real, our issues and experiences are real  . . . but we set up hashtag tribes, have our circle of friends, build our website homes and play in environments like Facebook, Instagram, the news pages, twitter, and it all kinda reminds me of a RPG game. There is a sense of constructed control here online, even when life keeps throwing curve balls, and yet, there is a sense of helplessness as I read the highs and lows of others sharing on the internet. Like the real world, life changes here too.

All of this to say, it’s time for another redesign on the blog, as you might have noticed.

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For one thing, most of the links are related to my writing rather than cancer. That doesn’t mean Bumpyboobs is all about the business. If it was, it sure wouldn’t feel real, and wouldn’t still be called Bumpyboobs. This blog has been a dear friend of mine during rather hard times, and those of you who read the posts have become part of that friendship. The truth is, I still need Bumpyboobs. She is there for me to talk about the highs and lows, and all the bizarre in-betweens. I prayed never to be a blogger who writes about stage four cancer from experience, but here I am.

Here I am – and yet, Bumpyboobs is so much more than that. This blog has chronicled my longing for that allusive sense of home. It’s traveled with Zsolt and I country to country. It was there for my wedding anniversaries. Together this blog and I have grown to reflect all the changes – good, bad, hard, fun . . . It was here for Zsolt’s PhD, the arrival of his residence visa, for my random story writing, the loss of my grandmother, the moving into our own place, and for the launch of my novel along with the Kickstarter campaign.

This blog is an ever-changing reflection of life, and I can dress it up however I please, which feels really good when life is a constant limbo game.

If you read this blog, than you know I love to write. The truth is, writing saved me when I was diagnosed, and taking that writing even further has saved me again when I learned about stage four. Instead of retracting away from obligations – I was compelled to run head first into them. It is totally exhausting, sometimes overwhelming, highly emotional, and occasionally plain stupid. However, ,there is a strong part of me that wants to live hard by writing more stories, raising funds, publishing books, loving design, getting creative, thinking of promotion, cheering on others, honouring amazing women, meeting more people, and continually reaching for the golden ring on the never-ending merry-go-round of life.

I’ve grabbed it before; I want to grab it again, and again, and again.

Cancer is on my mind every day. But it doesn’t own my passions or ambitions. It throws me toward the edge of depression. And in response I retreat into this creative space – telling more stories, writing silly nothings, thinking up plans that are bigger than I can tackle all at once. Sometimes I panic that I’ve done nothing with my life. Other times I remember that the ability to create and to care are valuable things.

I want Bumpyboobs to be part of “Catherine the Writer/Novelist” because these are real and present identities. It has been healing for me to be ambitious, even if it’s also terrifying along with exhausting. But this is a magical place (as I’m sure you know if you have your own blog, diary, journal, etc.) When I want something, I bring it to the blog (like The Adventures of Claire Never-Ending) to help it become real.

So what if this space is virtual – a home I’ve programmed that cannot be shown-off in the real world? So what? (I ask to myself, challenging my own insecurities). This is a fertile ground for ideas to grow. It’s a special thing, at least to me.

(By the by, what do you think about our lives here online? Do you see any difference between this and the more tangible world? Is this more or less powerful, or just different?)

Therefore, all that emotional preamble to say this: Welcome to the redesign of Bumpyboobs! It’s an accompaniment page to my website www.CatherineBrunelle.com, which is currently in redevelopment as well, to pull together the different hats I wear in my work and online. I’ll let you know when that is done.

Also to come, a change in my twitter name. Eep!! That’s a really hard one, but it needs to be done. I love Bumpyboobs, but this lady is much more than Bumpyboobs. Mind you, it’s damn hard to find a handle involving @Catherine___ that hasn’t already been taken!

Anyhow, it’s Saturday night! Enjoy yourselves! See you online 🙂

A Brilliant Review of Claire Never-Ending (I’m happy dancing)

🙂 I saw this today while riding through grey, grey Ottawa on the bus and shaking the rain off my toque. Full disclosure, I know Kevin from the Ottawa Writing scene and as two newly self-published authors, it’s good to encourage one another. So, with that in mind, after I get through with this post, I urge you to visit his page and writing beyond just this gorgeous review.

There are three exciting things about this review.

Page Turners

Don’t hurt yourself with squinting. Read this post, then click the picture and go to the actual review.

1) It’s so well done! He is seeing things in this novel that I hadn’t realized. Actually, that’s the thrill of putting a novel into the world, other people have a chance to make it their own by interpretation. This is a fantastic example of just that.

2) He’s a guy! I’m totally pleased that Claire Never-Ending, even if “boxed” as women’s fiction, can have appeal to everyone.

3) More buzz around the book! I’ve been chatting with Marie of @JBBC about bringing together my many hats/brand, blog touring, and learning how to promote a novel. It’s honestly rather challenging to tackle promotion on one’s own without a publisher without getting burnt out. The novel was a very healing experience for me to both write and produce. I think it became a saving grace in difficult times. But what is it now? Is it still my journey? Reading a review like Kevin’s helps me realize that The Adventures of Claire Never-Ending needs to be about your stories and connections now. I want to pass it forward, and champion more of these individual experiences with the story – whether it’s the reader, the reviewer, or you folks reading this silly little blog post.

Anyhow, there are challenges and changes. All good things. This review is a great way to kick-off that evolution. So, please do enjoy! I felt like I was reading my book again through fresh eyes in his review.

So, thank you so much Kevin! (Author of The Page Turners)