Thursday, February 19, 2009

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I work from Monday to Friday in Madrid. Activity at eight o'clock and leave at five in the afternoon. For an hour to eat, I usually take between 13:30 and 14:30 hours.

long ago I do not take vacations, do not travel much, much less this winter has been so cold and the roads are fatal, that fear of having an accident or something. Better not take the car.


This weekend I went to my house in Avila, but since before I go to the wedding in Mexico that was not there. Not what a long road trip from this past September, I went to Huelva.


For kids today, I have received a fine of 310 euros for a fixed radar working Tuesday at 10 am IN LEON!. But I do not even know Leon. Look I know there are few sites for Spain, and just one I've ever seen.


There are several options.

1 º I have a hologram that works for me as I travel.

2 º In both see Harry Potter I got to learn how to teleport with my car included and not think of anything else to go to Leon with him. I will not have another warm place to go in the middle of December.

3 º Somebody drive my car without my knowing, and turns for Leon, dejándomelo in the car park of work to 17 hours when I leave, so if you are concerned to modify the counter to appear to not has picked up and throws gasoline to the same level.



not, are the only three possibilities come to mind. What you you think of some new?


Now I have to use, request the photo, etc etc etc, and see if I remove points.


short week that I go, including water damage and fines, let me stay Virgin as I am!.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

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That splashing water. Cheese Onion



He put his hands on the wall, but kept the water out through the holes that the weather had occurred after the tiles in the kitchen. The water came up from behind furniture, under the heater under the sink. A river ran along the ground and out the front door into the garden. Soaked pants, shoes, more of the same. Nerves tip, and the desire to give up and quit trying. Hysteria, despair.





seems a typical scene from movie "The Money Pit," but is based on real events, and described the image is the image of me on Saturday to go to my house in the village.



After a long, harsh winter, so the first sunny day I decided to go to my house to bring some things I had here and that hindered me, and incidentally give a vueltecilla. The first thing I find is that the wind had thrown me the wire mesh separating the neighbor's yard. Go nuisance. I was alone up and I had to put as best they could. After

palizón stick lifting and securing the mesh, I tend to watch the roof and noticed something strange on the antenna. A part of being crooked, I let loose pieces, pieces that I found on the ground and the wind had dropped.

- RosaAmarilla deep breath, breathe deeply.

Soon my mother, who came to join me not to go alone, she wanted to go to the toilet, normal, we had a good time there already. I open the tap and no water. "You're silly RosaAmarilla, you have not opened the general."

I go into the street and snow removal in front of the door of the breaker. I open the hatch of metal, and open the stopcock. At that moment a shower of water began to flow from the pipeline, which of course was the first he had discovered. I start to curse Mariano Medina, when in a moment of breath, I hear something strange in the house.
Oh oh, what's that you hear, oh oh, it's that water coming through the door of my house!.
I run, I go into the garden, splashing through the water passage of the hall, walk into the kitchen and .....
Mother, Mother, Mother, which I have bundled!

RosaAmarilla runs to put his hands on the waterfalls coming out under the kitchen tiles, as if it did any good, while yelling at the dogs to get out of there, he opened the door under the sink to see the disaster that there was up to, and tried to make it clear to his mother that does not fit, I did not want to get wet and see if it would be patient with her age (which by the way without getting wet, ended up with strep).

to have recorded on video and post it on the blog.

fantastic results this winter in which we have come to be there at 16 degrees below zero and winds of more than sixty miles Time:
escacharrada antenna separation of hanging neighbor's garden, swimming pool in the kitchen, and cataracts garden. And I
waiting
a good plumber, bbb if possible, give him to do the good deed for the year, and appear at my house. For now, I have to get to pray to the Virgin of lost causes and the Lord of the Impossible, so that the stick of the bill is not as hard as I'm imagining.

Kisses, and this time wet in the most faithful sense of the word.

Monday, February 2, 2009

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Today I heard on the radio, while going to work on the car, a team of Swiss researchers, Firmenich Company of Geneva, just completed a study on the body odor of human beings .

These researchers have concluded that women smell of onions or grapefruit, and men cheese.


The study was conducted by the above named company, dedicated to conducting studies of aromas and flavors to produce guidance for other companies in the food and cosmetics sector. The study was conducted after taking samples of sweat after a sauna bath to 25 men and 25 women.


After hearing this, I thought: what to do this study have had to go to a sauna in Geneva? I would have been cheaper cum to Madrid metro, which my mother that if a range of odors. "" But is that people do not know what a shower, a bar of soap and a desodoroante!? Must be no.

The amazing thing is when you see a very repimpolla dressed in suits and ties very planchaditos, all combed, and when they pass by your side will leave a trace. Lord, the deodorant is used to not smell bad, not to cover up odors, dirty guy.


Well yes sir, the researchers claim that I smell like onion or grapefruit. Well, honestly, when I wake up I usually wing smell the sea breeze, Caribbean lemons or wild violets.

If there is a panda piggy loose out there!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

My Homemade Soup Is Bitter.what Do I Do?

Sunday versus white. First bad news

thought to have gone to spend the morning at the field, and so have a look at my house that I have closed since before I travel to Mexico. At eight o'clock he was already standing, dressing and preparing a delicious breakfast to endure the chilly morning.

At nine o'clock, when he was making the bed call me by phone. My friend, let's call sparrow, which has the keys to my house, and is what controls me everything's OK, I called to tell me that "do not ever come, that is a hell of snow and still snowing."


My joy in a well, still boot to the top with the tree and the Christmas decorations, and the occasional bag of clothes that here in Madrid I hardly get, and I took her there to tinker around the field and in the garden.


Nothing, plays at home Sunday Today. Have you not noticed how long that can be stuck at home on a Sunday? There are many things to do, to washing machines, hanging clothes, gathering rooms, reading ... all, but do not even think to put on TV, why, and see that the tdt there are plenty of channels, there is nothing safe to lie in the eye!.


About ten o'clock began to fall about copillos. Well, it was funny, snowing again. My mother got up, and since I had to lower the car to pick up my phone again that the company has given me the work make sense, and with the head so clueless that I have I left it on Friday in the trunk, took the opportunity to go to buy bread and not go out.


Well, as usual, until RosaAmarilla little snow hits the streets. My mother that snow!. Anyway I do not want to complain. I enjoyed it. I went to the garage to pick up the phone and back, instead of going to buy bread at the nearest site, I felt like giving me a tour of the neighborhood. I left the umbrella closed, I have become hood of the coat, I let snow fall on my face. I liked the feeling. Relaxed me, made me think of other times, has made me smile. The snow is accurate, so delicate, so soft, yet dangerous, slippery. If you stop to think, are the same as personal relationships.
I returned home
icy cold and wet, but relaxed and smiling. And with a loaf of bread from a place that had never known in the neighborhood. I've spent years on it, since I was born taitantos ago, and it is curious that there are still places waiting to be discovered.
Now, one Sunday after Sunday, I am here before Screen writing my experiences with you with chocolate I brought from Mexico. What tomorrow holds for me the day? I have a beautiful layer of ice in front of the stairs in my house? I'll tell you. Indeed, the picture is the tree this morning at the entrance of the garden.