say I was the passing of 2010. Wish good faith, which this year come be the most successful in any field. Above all very, very health is ultimately more important.
Tlapaneco BloJeando wants a great 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
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wishes you a Happy 2011 you had already taken Oliverita. Skype
I come to a big team, the best in Mexico.
Accustomed to listen stupidity after stupidity by the contracting workers conducted by the so-called eagle, this time is the turn of a certain Nicolas Olivera. Uruguayan born, this guy is the classic "prostitute" football picks on anyone as long as there wool through: Defensor Sporting, FC Valencia, Real Valladolid, Córdoba CF, Albacete, Necaxa, Atlas, Puebla, Veracruz, now with the chickens .... And surely the San Luis next season or send him back to Necaxa.
Finally, Tlapaneco BloJeando sends you a warm Olivera Mint Mother with all the respect he deserves.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
What Does A Peace Sign Mean
updated: iPhone video calls between
The new version of Skype allows users of iPhone 4, iPhone 3G and iPod fourth generation with IOS 4.0 or higher to make video calls via wifi or 3G (fee). Great update for those who make Skype a must-use application.
The new version of Skype allows users of iPhone 4, iPhone 3G and iPod fourth generation with IOS 4.0 or higher to make video calls via wifi or 3G (fee). Great update for those who make Skype a must-use application.
Reptile Mister System
In short, the iPhone 4 The "breaks"
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Come, come as user from the iPhone 3G gives me permission to raise your hand and declare that the iPhone 4 is the best smartphone to date.
Much has been made as of this team, even more of when they introduced the first model (lost iPhone in a bar, Antennagate, white iPhone, etc), yet here my comments:
* New design: Apple is one of those companies that design teams from within, and perfect draw, is the iPhone 4. Many put buts the new design, I am one of those others who believe that this design is very Apple.
* Screen: The famous Retina Display fulfills its mission. This screen has a density of 326 dpi and the human eye can distinguish only 300 dpi. Just look at the screen to realize what this is about the DPI. In fact the first thing that strikes the time to have your computer in your hands.
* Speed: Processor A4, it has proven to be very fast in relation to 3G.
Battery: Without a doubt, and something that we appreciate the carriers of this team is, the longer the battery (not exactly a term 'eternal'), but the new term is palpable.
* Face Time: Making video calls is not new, we know. Face Time But try both iPhone or iPhone to Computer to iPhone, is outstanding quality of communication. Note that for now works only with wireless.
* 5 megapixel camera and recording HD: Yes, we know that there are teams already brought this resolution some time. 720p HD recording at 30 fps. Ahh, and now we have Flash (Adobe Flash not hehe).
Well, these are the features that emerge, which, with the user experience we have used the iPhone, I make no doubt discuss the team to beat is still Apple. Although I can not wait to try the Samsung Galaxy S.
Monday, December 27, 2010
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Great cover the sports daily Record.
I loved the front page of sports of the time (at least in Mexico City). 
I loved the front page of sports of the time (at least in Mexico City).
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Mount And Blade Female
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Of those videos that make you 'cool'. I liked both the merits, I decided to put it on the Blog:
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
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Goodbye 2010, Hello 2011
Apricot. Every time someone asks me to think of a nice word the first thing that comes to mind is apricot. Then I think of many more, of course, and look beautiful in themselves, regardless of its meaning. There are people who when asked by a nice word becomes transcendent and begins to drop words by looking at its meaning. That I have not ever understood. If words are beautiful in themselves, sometimes for their sound, by the way, by the feelings it conveys its pronunciation ... They ask me to think of a nice word and I shot. In contrast with the numbers blocked me. There is no way that you'll see beautiful or ugly. For me, numbers are numbers and that's it. Every year when to buy Christmas lottery mounted a stunning chickens to choose the number, but is that people are discussing and all because the number that everyone always thinks it offers "the most beautiful." And every year, when I ask if there is a number that I like particularly, I shrug my shoulders. I do not care, which to me are only numbers. Ya, I guess I'm of letters. So either I have never understood people who get excited when you start a year with certain figure. For me the years are not good or bad depending on the numbers they bear, but how to go. Clear that as the years there may be driven like melons have to wait out for balance. It just, for example, 2010, I have not liked anything so I'm looking to finish, and I think, although I have a memory of fish, I'll remember forever as one year without another dark gray black. JB year found that the administration has its reasons which reason (or anyone) do not understand. The year the rain took a pulse on the roof of the house and won (JODI), and decided to conquer ceilings and walls very dense mold populating a nice dark green color and a foul odor, so we had to head off home summer and change the roof enterito also throwing furniture, clothes and other things that we did not think us evolved in long. The year that I had months neurologist experienced in my own person all the tests that House tortures his patients (less than lumbar puncture, and thank goodness, because I have said it hurts material, and some other things of which also I escaped) in pursuit of threatening and devastating brain tumor that I had prediagnosticado and fortunately did not appear, much to my delight and dismay of doctors. The year brought more sorrow, but I'm not going to have to not put me sad. Of course, the year has had good things but as I think of any, better run a veil and organize a party to celebrate that finally ends. Next year will see how it has behaved 2111. Have fun and enjoy the holidays. 
Apricot. Every time someone asks me to think of a nice word the first thing that comes to mind is apricot. Then I think of many more, of course, and look beautiful in themselves, regardless of its meaning. There are people who when asked by a nice word becomes transcendent and begins to drop words by looking at its meaning. That I have not ever understood. If words are beautiful in themselves, sometimes for their sound, by the way, by the feelings it conveys its pronunciation ... They ask me to think of a nice word and I shot. In contrast with the numbers blocked me. There is no way that you'll see beautiful or ugly. For me, numbers are numbers and that's it. Every year when to buy Christmas lottery mounted a stunning chickens to choose the number, but is that people are discussing and all because the number that everyone always thinks it offers "the most beautiful." And every year, when I ask if there is a number that I like particularly, I shrug my shoulders. I do not care, which to me are only numbers. Ya, I guess I'm of letters. So either I have never understood people who get excited when you start a year with certain figure. For me the years are not good or bad depending on the numbers they bear, but how to go. Clear that as the years there may be driven like melons have to wait out for balance. It just, for example, 2010, I have not liked anything so I'm looking to finish, and I think, although I have a memory of fish, I'll remember forever as one year without another dark gray black. JB year found that the administration has its reasons which reason (or anyone) do not understand. The year the rain took a pulse on the roof of the house and won (JODI), and decided to conquer ceilings and walls very dense mold populating a nice dark green color and a foul odor, so we had to head off home summer and change the roof enterito also throwing furniture, clothes and other things that we did not think us evolved in long. The year that I had months neurologist experienced in my own person all the tests that House tortures his patients (less than lumbar puncture, and thank goodness, because I have said it hurts material, and some other things of which also I escaped) in pursuit of threatening and devastating brain tumor that I had prediagnosticado and fortunately did not appear, much to my delight and dismay of doctors. The year brought more sorrow, but I'm not going to have to not put me sad. Of course, the year has had good things but as I think of any, better run a veil and organize a party to celebrate that finally ends. Next year will see how it has behaved 2111. Have fun and enjoy the holidays.
Men Giving Women Wegdies
Prize (live, live)
Stultifer has given me the award "Blog of the day, not without my cámara.com" corresponding to day 25. So, I'll say from now to let you know that day and caught them by surprise (that surprises at certain ages are not very recommended). I can see HERE . And on top make me a member of the Order of the Golden Stultifer 
Stultifer has given me the award "Blog of the day, not without my cámara.com" corresponding to day 25. So, I'll say from now to let you know that day and caught them by surprise (that surprises at certain ages are not very recommended). I can see HERE . And on top make me a member of the Order of the Golden Stultifer
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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goes without saying that I like. I've always said ad nauseam, that hurts my fingers to write, and repeat as many times as it takes: I love animal documentaries. Yes, to kneel base two or three every day, there seasons of wildebeest leave me by the ears, and this is one of them, so with them I say: I'm up the tabs on the Masai Mara and its inhabitants, I've seen many times how the crocodile right zampa the third wildebeest are the second group, and the narrator has told me many times how he digests, etc., I'm on the verge of naming their intestines. Also, I've discovered is using from time to time the voice of announcer documentary and making comparisons which are sometimes, at least, unfortunate. The other day, for example, they were my sisters and my nephews at home over the bridge of the immaculate creation, how nice it was mentioned that so that our family was like a herd of elephants. And they turned the nose slightly and complained. That if he was calling fat. And no. I said because in my family when we are together the organizational question, the establishment of hierarchies, the division of roles and jobs, is pretty easy. For example, we tend to communize the thing of the puppies, which is convenient and practical. You bring a new bug to the group and all what we take as our own, so you never left unprotected and her mother can relax and unwind. I explained and they were more satisfied even suggested that from now on use another simile like a pack of lions, which are much more graceful and glamorous. Fortunately, I was hoping that opted for the gazelle or something like styling, and I did not want anything because I do not like gazelles and JB also has been less documentary about his life and miracles and I do not know how they work. The elephants on the other hand ... but yeah, okay, I admit that we are more lions. Roared divinely hunt very well, and do not hesitate to lend a hand when it comes to defending our potential aggressors, whoever and wherever they come from. Although they come from the same Moscow, and use heavy weapons such as Irina.
Irina is one of the guiris JB. You know (because I told that if not how) that brings home JB the tourists that most appeal to you or those who think we're going to call us, and takes into account our preferences. For example, Japanese Madagascar brings you constantly, so has the library kesigomus you have, because everyone is presented with a bag and gave it doing a lot of bowing and bowing his head until they are told "enough." A northern Kenya brings preferably Swedish, although any of them speak English better. And I bring home Russian. See that I have said I prefer to bring Russians, but then looks at me and says "yes, mobsters and Yuri" and of course, I have to shut up, because Yuri is very majete and such but it leaves the mob by ears and is a danger you can not see. Romanovna Irina Petrova. The same Moscow. Blonde, eye color unknown but clearly, short but compact, the kind you see them and instinctively gauge the possible damage that you cause if you give a good view of Galla. At first all went well, JB showed him the house and garden, pet animals, admired the view and compared the house with it, briefly, that their level of English is not the highest we've had at home. We managed to accommodate everyone in the room (taking into account that the family were more a friend of Madagascar, the noviete of Kenya, and the brother of noviete, as well as Irina, had merit that we did tetris as apañao on the table) and started to move the dishes and others with the usual bustle and joy. For dessert (desserts, yes, in plural, that there was a variety of sweets) we all went remorse for being a host as detached and began to chat with Irina, or at least try.
- What do you do, Irina? Irina
stared at Be1.
- can not say profession.
- Why??
- Because my profession does not say.
Five minutes before we had a damn what he did know this woman, but with such a statement we all started interesadísimos ramble.
- be a bitch.
All had pointed out several chances but it was Bruno who said what they really were thinking. Irina shook her head. We look at all silent and watched his futile efforts to find the right words. Finally I looked and let go. I was amazed.
- What?? What?? - Missed that JB just ask.
- emmm ... who says he works for the military intelligence.
- Osti! A spy! Irina
nodded his head vigorously.
- Da, da! Spy. "Spy?
Miró teacher looking inquiringly at his approval to this new word, and as JB nodded and repeated it a dozen times.
- Irina spy. Spy. Spy. Spy. Spy. Spy ... perrrrrrro ...
The expectant look. Let's see what let go now, because after saying he was a spy did not seem to have nothing to overcome. But he had, had.
- Perrrrrrrro if you know a spy Irina, Irina must kill you.
We laughed and mouth with small but Irina was stiff as a garlic and serious as could be, or whether it was a joke. Laughter toned down until you drop dead child on the tablecloth, and began to whisper to each other.
- A kill shit. This aunt can between the three. Wow, is that not even half milk. Going to kill her mother because what is here will not touch a hair of one-Be1, which is the half that has no milk, was indignant.
- Man, I do not know, keep in mind that the spies are very well trained. I think even among all from cutting .- Be2, he drew a high Irina two bodies, was much more realistic .- What we do is we should try to make children safe, at least small, the largest that run as they can. We should seek a diversion ...
Children for his part, looked happy and began to make bets on whether we prefer to shoot or break your neck, and in the latter case, if you give time to kill us all or some get away. JB, undeterred, I poured more coffee.
- Women, Irina, is not for that. I believe that change is already talk right?
- Sure! For example ... What does your father?
- Father also spy.
- How nice man, family tradition. And your mother? Do you also spy?
- Mother colonel. But dead.
- Sure, "whispered Madagascar - He learned the profession of the other and apiol. Fixed.
- Okay, so nothing, we ignore the occupations of the family. You can tell ... I do not know ... for example ...
Then the door opened and, to the shock of Irina, Christ came, smiling and with a couple of bottles in their hands. Grateful for the break I got to bring you a chair. Be2 hastened to open the cognac and served us a generous helping of the three.
- Well, what, how were you? Have I interrupted something? - Looked at Irina-Go, a new friend. Who are you? Where? What do you do?
Irina looking Jesus answered so hypnotized Madagascar.
- Irina. Is Russian. It is spyware and kills those who know it is. And men who are teaching the ass for the world as well, torture them first .- It is that Madagascar does not support nude Christ.
Christ smiled more, got up and filled the glass of vodka Irina.
- Do not you see how nice. It is interesting that. Spy. Hey, you gotta tell us in detail. I remember when I was in Moscow ...
Christ stopped talking for a while, attracting the attention of the spy, took time to go Be1 taking children out of the room with the excuse put them on your computer to play Harry Potter. Be2 Madagascar and Laura got to scrub in the kitchen, outside the scope of the potential aggressor, and Kenya, Juan and Jaime took off claiming that they had to study. At the third glass of vodka Irina was so relaxed that even managed to string together short sentences, but do not breathe a sigh of relief until we sang "Black Eyes." When JB finally got into the car to return to the city we realized that he had left a backpack khaki. Be2 took it.
- It weighs a bit.
- Look to see, that just carries a gun.
- Anda ya, so crazy, see if you think it will be launching a cascoporro shots.
- Sure, you like you were mesmerized by teaching the ass, then so quiet, not going to kill you. JB
opened the door shut.
- that Irina has left the backpack. Irina
checked his backpack hanging from the hand of Be2, and gave us a dirty look.
- If you open backpack Irina ... Irina -...
-voceamos kills everyone. He gave us so much laughter to Irina smiled.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
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Program is called 35 mm and 28 mm Grade 33 will be Grade 27 with the acquisition of 20% of Govt. Nac
The acquisition of 20% of the shares of Globovision by the Venezuelan government and brings changes. The Grade 33 program will lose 6 degrees, which now will be the government and its new name will be "Grade 27" 7 mm 35 mm lose and now will be "28 mm". Comrade twitterers
@ victorxoriginal expressed concern, saying "we lose 7 mm and that's pretty film formats, at that pace if we are removing millimeters, let's stop blackberry screen formats" 
The acquisition of 20% of the shares of Globovision by the Venezuelan government and brings changes. The Grade 33 program will lose 6 degrees, which now will be the government and its new name will be "Grade 27" 7 mm 35 mm lose and now will be "28 mm". Comrade twitterers
@ victorxoriginal expressed concern, saying "we lose 7 mm and that's pretty film formats, at that pace if we are removing millimeters, let's stop blackberry screen formats"
Monday, December 6, 2010
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Tibisay Lucena: "Success, gave the results before Wikileaks"
The rector and president CNE Tibisay Lucena said she was satisfied with the development of Sunday's elections in several states. Lucena declare: "We took the newsletter to Wikileaks results before and that is a breakthrough for the CNE ".
The Venezuelan electoral office holder also added that the upcoming election is predicted that the Venezuelan population is only half the results unveil morning." That's the goal, "he concluded. 
The rector and president CNE Tibisay Lucena said she was satisfied with the development of Sunday's elections in several states. Lucena declare: "We took the newsletter to Wikileaks results before and that is a breakthrough for the CNE ".
The Venezuelan electoral office holder also added that the upcoming election is predicted that the Venezuelan population is only half the results unveil morning." That's the goal, "he concluded.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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professional zeal of churra Things Café and company
This morning a co-worker told me that her cousin had a black baby. Nothing bold, color s dim slightly, latte, or chocolateadito. No, apparently the baby is black as your ass a cricket. Very cute, though. The scandal, which has her cousin and her husband crying all day, comes from the fact that both are white. "Pure white race" said my companion. "Fixed it so pure it was," I told myself, and then she looked at me and responded suspiciously like Galicia. "How do you know? "I've told you already, or know my cousin?" I've told the truth: I had no idea but that ruled out a possible infidelity of her cousin (if not, I do not know how much whining in love and company, if there had been slippage instead of tears I have spoken at least screams, thunder, and lightning), the only possibility was in some obscure ancestor, literally. My companion looked at me as if I were House, has made a little sound like "ummm" and has been telling me about Cuban ancestors husband of his cousin, when I've used to disconnect a predictable story and think peas. Look, I like peas. In every way. At that moment I realized that in the garden we planted two variations but both pea green. Um ... I think so far I have not spoken of the garden. Well, relax, I will not do (yet) but everything will come. I had always wanted to sow peas colors and began to make experiments with them, and the truth only when we have green. Okay, I know I was not going to happen, but I was excited about the idea of \u200b\u200bcrossing yellow and green peas and await the birth of new individuals into squares and Burberry type. Be cool, go do! Dishes would be the sea of \u200b\u200bonlookers. Of course for that at least one must be an Augustinian monk and live in a cold and inhospitable, if not deadly boring, which is the biggest distraction playing moms and dads with plants. Yo, it's over I have serious problems with attention, I've noticed that at most I get is to stare at the bushes for a while as if it were to grow more, and try calculate whether we have enough beans for every meal I want to do with them. The genetic experiments with legumes, however tempting it me, for now I have it parked. Besides, I have only to look at home in my "peas" particular to see that, indeed, genetically transmitted characteristics. But all, uh, all from the color of the eyes to the way of taking the fork, the laughter, the way you walk, the quirks in the table, etc. And it is true that inherit everything, the good and bad, those things our of which we are intimately proud of those (NOTE: here I want to express my dissatisfaction with the new rules of accentuation SAR pronominal, that and the e I do not like medium hair, so I continue to use accent marks where it has always been to them like when I get to it, which is the Lord's Prayer I get old, the of my childhood, on the other hand is the only one I know) that make us raised eyebrows in a gesture recriminatory, and those in the parent if we are surprising, in the stem can not even believe it. My "peas" are legacies to put in all the areas, especially in the latter. To not bore you, just mention the ability to attract JB geeks that her children have inherited. And to prove that race better, they have a lot more radar wide. Let's say if JB attracts geeks and ten miles, they do so as one or two hundred miles. Or even more. JB
And no, but they brought home to me.
day before yesterday, for example, I came home from a seminar at IKEA (no comments or giggles, uh, I know) and I found the house full of teenagers. On the one hand, Madagascar was making a work of non-memory-what subject with Kevin, Lydia, and Uli (well, actually did work Mada, Lydia, and Kevin, who is home schooled Uli, he's that cool), on the other hand Kenya had brought some friends to do a job right linguistics compared, or something.
When I saw that the four were being gobbled up a few chocolate bars, with the invaluable help of Bruno. Kevin's face was as rotten and a bit alarmed me.
-Anda ... you are getting on blind chocolate. Why did not you get something else for a snack?
-Uli is that as a vegetarian ... not going to put a ham sandwich or something.
Uli Vegetarianism serves as a convenient excuse, I fear.
-Ya ... no ham, cheese but yes you could, it would have been better than chocolate.
-Bah! Who cares?
"If Kevin was not diabetic yes they would like, Mada, might as well, but look, if I believe that you are giving something.
Kevin's face was slightly unseated. I took a piece of chocolate in her hand and stuck it to Bruno in the mouth. Ulysses laughed.
"Nah, Gin, if it is now well. You had to have seen him before, ha.
"The chocolate is what we have fought to revive him, Madagascar, and the fault has Lydia. There
I began to tremble, that Lydia is tremendous. Lidia instead shrugged and continued as pimpante gobbled chocolate.
"Come, Lydia, ask to Gin," said Uli a mouthful of chocolate. Lydia looked
faced interest.
-Gin, do you know if the guys can sleep churra them? I mean, we sleep like the legs, which then puts you as if you ran ant inside. Uli
Madagascar and laughed. Bruno smiled broadly, showing his teeth filled with chocolate. I laughed too.
-Gensanta, Lidia ...!
course, this girl is amazing. Kevin had a face as if he were to exploit the brain. The truth is that I understand perfectly. I was still there trying to reposition the neurons, when Lydia looked at me most interested.
"Oh, look, as we are, otherwise, Gin ... emmm ... to see ... "Blondes and redheads have churra hairs blond and red hair, or black as we have them all? Uli
Madagascar and laugh again, that he jumped Uli tears and everything. Kevin dropped his head moving slightly. Lidia asombradísima looked at us all.
- What?? What? Huh? What? Is not nobody going to answer me or what? Who do not know, right? Right?
I left the room laughing followed by Bruno.
-Pst ... Mom ... What is churra?
sighed. Bruno has the quality to incorporate into their vocabulary words more rare, more incorrect, those that others use it as an entertainment use them as normal, plus they are convinced that part. So called faluendas to headlights, and says fotohigiénico and altercalar. I resigned myself to the idea that from now on would not otherwise churra penis, to another term appeared worse.
-The penis, Bruno, the penis, is that Lydia is not very fine talking, you know.
-Aaaaaaaaaah! Bruno
shut his mouth and stretched elastic waistband of his tracksuit with his hands, so he dropped a piece of chocolate into his pants, and looked thoughtful.
-Pst ... Mom ... What can I sleep?? To his face
concern restrained laughter, but Lidia deeply hated. 
This morning a co-worker told me that her cousin had a black baby. Nothing bold, color s dim slightly, latte, or chocolateadito. No, apparently the baby is black as your ass a cricket. Very cute, though. The scandal, which has her cousin and her husband crying all day, comes from the fact that both are white. "Pure white race" said my companion. "Fixed it so pure it was," I told myself, and then she looked at me and responded suspiciously like Galicia. "How do you know? "I've told you already, or know my cousin?" I've told the truth: I had no idea but that ruled out a possible infidelity of her cousin (if not, I do not know how much whining in love and company, if there had been slippage instead of tears I have spoken at least screams, thunder, and lightning), the only possibility was in some obscure ancestor, literally. My companion looked at me as if I were House, has made a little sound like "ummm" and has been telling me about Cuban ancestors husband of his cousin, when I've used to disconnect a predictable story and think peas. Look, I like peas. In every way. At that moment I realized that in the garden we planted two variations but both pea green. Um ... I think so far I have not spoken of the garden. Well, relax, I will not do (yet) but everything will come. I had always wanted to sow peas colors and began to make experiments with them, and the truth only when we have green. Okay, I know I was not going to happen, but I was excited about the idea of \u200b\u200bcrossing yellow and green peas and await the birth of new individuals into squares and Burberry type. Be cool, go do! Dishes would be the sea of \u200b\u200bonlookers. Of course for that at least one must be an Augustinian monk and live in a cold and inhospitable, if not deadly boring, which is the biggest distraction playing moms and dads with plants. Yo, it's over I have serious problems with attention, I've noticed that at most I get is to stare at the bushes for a while as if it were to grow more, and try calculate whether we have enough beans for every meal I want to do with them. The genetic experiments with legumes, however tempting it me, for now I have it parked. Besides, I have only to look at home in my "peas" particular to see that, indeed, genetically transmitted characteristics. But all, uh, all from the color of the eyes to the way of taking the fork, the laughter, the way you walk, the quirks in the table, etc. And it is true that inherit everything, the good and bad, those things our of which we are intimately proud of those (NOTE: here I want to express my dissatisfaction with the new rules of accentuation SAR pronominal, that and the e I do not like medium hair, so I continue to use accent marks where it has always been to them like when I get to it, which is the Lord's Prayer I get old, the of my childhood, on the other hand is the only one I know) that make us raised eyebrows in a gesture recriminatory, and those in the parent if we are surprising, in the stem can not even believe it. My "peas" are legacies to put in all the areas, especially in the latter. To not bore you, just mention the ability to attract JB geeks that her children have inherited. And to prove that race better, they have a lot more radar wide. Let's say if JB attracts geeks and ten miles, they do so as one or two hundred miles. Or even more. JB
And no, but they brought home to me.
day before yesterday, for example, I came home from a seminar at IKEA (no comments or giggles, uh, I know) and I found the house full of teenagers. On the one hand, Madagascar was making a work of non-memory-what subject with Kevin, Lydia, and Uli (well, actually did work Mada, Lydia, and Kevin, who is home schooled Uli, he's that cool), on the other hand Kenya had brought some friends to do a job right linguistics compared, or something.
When I saw that the four were being gobbled up a few chocolate bars, with the invaluable help of Bruno. Kevin's face was as rotten and a bit alarmed me.
-Anda ... you are getting on blind chocolate. Why did not you get something else for a snack?
-Uli is that as a vegetarian ... not going to put a ham sandwich or something.
Uli Vegetarianism serves as a convenient excuse, I fear.
-Ya ... no ham, cheese but yes you could, it would have been better than chocolate.
-Bah! Who cares?
"If Kevin was not diabetic yes they would like, Mada, might as well, but look, if I believe that you are giving something.
Kevin's face was slightly unseated. I took a piece of chocolate in her hand and stuck it to Bruno in the mouth. Ulysses laughed.
"Nah, Gin, if it is now well. You had to have seen him before, ha.
"The chocolate is what we have fought to revive him, Madagascar, and the fault has Lydia. There
I began to tremble, that Lydia is tremendous. Lidia instead shrugged and continued as pimpante gobbled chocolate.
"Come, Lydia, ask to Gin," said Uli a mouthful of chocolate. Lydia looked
faced interest.
-Gin, do you know if the guys can sleep churra them? I mean, we sleep like the legs, which then puts you as if you ran ant inside. Uli
Madagascar and laughed. Bruno smiled broadly, showing his teeth filled with chocolate. I laughed too.
-Gensanta, Lidia ...!
course, this girl is amazing. Kevin had a face as if he were to exploit the brain. The truth is that I understand perfectly. I was still there trying to reposition the neurons, when Lydia looked at me most interested.
"Oh, look, as we are, otherwise, Gin ... emmm ... to see ... "Blondes and redheads have churra hairs blond and red hair, or black as we have them all? Uli
Madagascar and laugh again, that he jumped Uli tears and everything. Kevin dropped his head moving slightly. Lidia asombradísima looked at us all.
- What?? What? Huh? What? Is not nobody going to answer me or what? Who do not know, right? Right?
I left the room laughing followed by Bruno.
-Pst ... Mom ... What is churra?
sighed. Bruno has the quality to incorporate into their vocabulary words more rare, more incorrect, those that others use it as an entertainment use them as normal, plus they are convinced that part. So called faluendas to headlights, and says fotohigiénico and altercalar. I resigned myself to the idea that from now on would not otherwise churra penis, to another term appeared worse.
-The penis, Bruno, the penis, is that Lydia is not very fine talking, you know.
-Aaaaaaaaaah! Bruno
shut his mouth and stretched elastic waistband of his tracksuit with his hands, so he dropped a piece of chocolate into his pants, and looked thoughtful.
-Pst ... Mom ... What can I sleep?? To his face
concern restrained laughter, but Lidia deeply hated.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Muscle Spasm And Mini Stroke
bad Remal
Rrrrrrrun ... rrrrrrrrun ... ññññññññññññññ ... pof! (Frozen food truck parked just outside my door)
Prrrrr Prrrrrr ... ... (Intercom)
- Who is it?
- Pilaaaaaaaar ...??? (Baritone very broken for life, rare, very rare for Pilar, but who am I to calibrate the ravages of colds in the throats of others, If last week it seemed to me Darth Vader)
- Hola Pilar, tell me.
- Pilar I'm not! (The baritone seems ofendidísimo)
- Ah! I asked who he was and said Pilar.
- No, I'm looking for Pilar.
- Live in number twelve.
- That's it.
- Yes, for that. This is the fourteenth.
- Twelve ... (Voice and very thoughtful, as if he had to understand the mystery of black holes) And the twelve?
- Right next to it.
- So this is not the twelve?
- No, look, the twelve is a different number is which has a one and a two.
- Ah! And this is what, I do not see?
- (sigh) This is the fourteenth, one with four is fourteen.
- Okay, okay, then call the other, because it will be another key, right?
- (deep sigh motivated by the fact that there are only two buttons, one of which puts another 12 and 14) Yes, indeed, sir, is the other button.
- Go! Yes that is fourteen. Jejejejeje. Is not seen him because he had the finger on you. Jejejejeje. Then "squeezed" the other right?
Prrrrrrr ... Prrrrr ..... (And thus ten times on telephone neighbor)
Prrrrr Prrrrrr ... ... (Again my telephone)
- Yeah?
- What is Pilar.
- ...
- ...
- Y. ..???
- That what I do.
- Can I see it is asking me??
- Of course, to see who I'm going to ask, if your neighbor is not.
- And I do not know, do what you like.
- is that I had been at six and see what I do now.
- Men ... taking into account that they are the four you have two hours to go do whatever, and back.
- No, no, the other delivery is another route, if I'm not going back to another day.
- Then wait for him, what can I say.
- (Voice abatidísima) That I have to do, wait.
Prrrrr Prrrrrr ... ... (Intercom, barely two minutes later)
- Yes! (This man does not know I'll be patient fatal, poor)
- That ... "I will leave here?
- How??
- What if I'm going to leave here on the street waiting for two hours. Above is her neighbor.
- Well, look, it's not my problem that you have arrived two hours before and my neighbor is not. I leave and seek life. Let's see if now you want to invite you to coffee and everything.
- Men ... because at this time is what would stick. And talked.
- (The shock leaves me speechless, so very long pause)
- Are you still there?
- (The pause continued)
- Lady ... señoraaaaa ... again!
I'm still trying to get back, word, but the surprise will not let me. Upon
Rrrrrrrun ... rrrrrrrrun ... ññññññññññññññ ... pof! (Frozen food truck parked just outside my door)
Prrrrr Prrrrrr ... ... (Intercom)
- Who is it?
- Pilaaaaaaaar ...??? (Baritone very broken for life, rare, very rare for Pilar, but who am I to calibrate the ravages of colds in the throats of others, If last week it seemed to me Darth Vader)
- Hola Pilar, tell me.
- Pilar I'm not! (The baritone seems ofendidísimo)
- Ah! I asked who he was and said Pilar.
- No, I'm looking for Pilar.
- Live in number twelve.
- That's it.
- Yes, for that. This is the fourteenth.
- Twelve ... (Voice and very thoughtful, as if he had to understand the mystery of black holes) And the twelve?
- Right next to it.
- So this is not the twelve?
- No, look, the twelve is a different number is which has a one and a two.
- Ah! And this is what, I do not see?
- (sigh) This is the fourteenth, one with four is fourteen.
- Okay, okay, then call the other, because it will be another key, right?
- (deep sigh motivated by the fact that there are only two buttons, one of which puts another 12 and 14) Yes, indeed, sir, is the other button.
- Go! Yes that is fourteen. Jejejejeje. Is not seen him because he had the finger on you. Jejejejeje. Then "squeezed" the other right?
Prrrrrrr ... Prrrrr ..... (And thus ten times on telephone neighbor)
Prrrrr Prrrrrr ... ... (Again my telephone)
- Yeah?
- What is Pilar.
- ...
- ...
- Y. ..???
- That what I do.
- Can I see it is asking me??
- Of course, to see who I'm going to ask, if your neighbor is not.
- And I do not know, do what you like.
- is that I had been at six and see what I do now.
- Men ... taking into account that they are the four you have two hours to go do whatever, and back.
- No, no, the other delivery is another route, if I'm not going back to another day.
- Then wait for him, what can I say.
- (Voice abatidísima) That I have to do, wait.
Prrrrr Prrrrrr ... ... (Intercom, barely two minutes later)
- Yes! (This man does not know I'll be patient fatal, poor)
- That ... "I will leave here?
- How??
- What if I'm going to leave here on the street waiting for two hours. Above is her neighbor.
- Well, look, it's not my problem that you have arrived two hours before and my neighbor is not. I leave and seek life. Let's see if now you want to invite you to coffee and everything.
- Men ... because at this time is what would stick. And talked.
- (The shock leaves me speechless, so very long pause)
- Are you still there?
- (The pause continued)
- Lady ... señoraaaaa ... again!
I'm still trying to get back, word, but the surprise will not let me. Upon
Friday, July 16, 2010
Jewels And Shelly Martinez Buy
holidays began, therefore, with great display of compreteo and followed their usual channel in which each faithfully played their role, which in our case was limited to spend the two hundred five-hour journey of asking "How much longer?" And "Are we there yet?" as an alternative. Those were high-risk travel. Inverting input about eight hours on a trip that now we ventilate in less than four short hours, so we left home about 6.30 am for what not to take heat, silly because you took heat takes eight hours to peel off when they went out and got engaged or not all windows Upholstered car with towels, the remedy was worse than the disease because for that subject had to carry the windows closed and air-condition acondicionadosólo was a blow that pulls it all sweating for hours. Sure, it had to be eager to suck Vacation 500 kms. leading to a maximum of 80 per hour and having to watch all the time possible engine heaters, especially increasing que subíamos un puerto de montaña, y nosotros teníamos que pasar así como cuatro. Pero si los conductores y copilotos merecían una medalla imagínense lo que era ser niño en aquellas circunstancias, que lo que te tocaba era ir dando la tabarra todo el camino con el considerable riesgo de que te abandonaran en un arcén, te tirasen por la ventana o, lo que era peor, te cayera un guantazo o varios, que una vez que se calienta la mano es difícil parar.
Echo de menos aquellas vacaciones. En realidad lo que echo de menos es mi papel en ellas, o sea, yo no tenía que preparar nada. Porque se lo crean o no, preparar las vacaciones es un estrés que te mueres. Yo no sé si es que la misma energía pre-vacacional that causes a kind of goodbye cosmic conjunction means that if something can be damaged just before the holiday is ruined. And if they can be several things, the better. In my case I have a few weeks disaster warning about a bit. For example, about ten days ago was chulito microwave and had no pulse occurrence to throw me to see who won without knowing that it would not be me, with what was achieved a great move to trash (or at least to the point clean left is where the bodies of these pots) and was replaced by a new micro, bigger, more powerful, more beautiful, and more manageable. Then it was the car that started making strange noises and teach everywhere light of various colors that I did not know I had. And when he came to leave the car in the shop, the machine spat me two buckets of water through the hole smelling strangely filter, conveniently after the filter trap, of course. I still can not explain where his nose was saved that amount of water, and what I had to smell like that at first I was sure they would start releasing bits of an animal in the process of decomposition. Nor do I explain what were the strange black blobs that came mixed with water, and that might not ever know, that I fired the imagination, and then I start vomiting and lousy. All this, remember, two days before going on holiday to the land of wolves in the gang of teenagers in full, you do not know why I let myself cheat.
Yesterday morning I picked up the car from the shop after hearing the explanations of mechanical stoically insisted on telling me that I thought at first that the noises were the fault of the sinembló but then was not. I, as the sinembló know, I looked again and again and you screwed up the game because I did not ask what it was, that's what he was expecting. Is that like that, uh, drop an incomprehensible explanation you ask "but what is that?" to gaze face of infinite pity and tell you that there is a screw loose as if you were explaining nuclear fission. However, just as masons and plumbers inspire me a fear almost cosmic proportions, the mechanics I like them. Especially since a Sunday, just before returning home after a conference, delco cap (yes, there!) Broke into a thousand pieces and I was drawn in the middle of the Plaza de Cáceres, and in walked Mr. Antonio, I did a workaround with some rags and took me to his house where his wife prepared me a sandwich for the road and forced him to call me every half hour to check that everything was fine. And not only that but I had to swear that he would call as he got home, there was to see JB's face when I heard talk on the phone and asked me who was speaking. Well, yesterday the mechanic was left without telling me what was the sinembló (that I will fall well but once you know what is a piece I do not like me to repeat it, I want news stories) and I took the car and I stood in the village so happy. The
glad I lasted as long as it took JB and I try to reach Fuengirola, because it was out of town and turn back on the pretty yellow light that announces the worst. And then the car he took to get in Camille plan and to slow a languid speed, and if she was fainting. And he fainted. And we left lying in a bad way, I was remembering the mother who gave birth to the sinembló thousand pairs of times.
walk back home, uphill, in full sun and when we got ready to take a nice cold shower. "Are the workers still here?" Asked entering the bathroom. "We aquii" answered the above to the choir "but look, you can piss quiet." This last was said a voice from a head sticking out slightly through the hole in the bathroom but I did not care a damn if they looked or not, I I just wanted a shower. As the workers from the pepinazo stuck in the bathroom walls have a constant gap, do nothing but get bugs, so I had not missed anything found two days before a Midianite gecko-white in the middle of the bathroom. Paquita I called. It gives me a tremendous shame because every time I see a lot gets scared and starts to shake but I get to be a little awkward because it does not find a suitable hiding place and I always find it: on the toilet paper, next to the toothbrush , curled up in my towel ... the suggestion of Chief Discarded crushing blows and throw it away (how I will kill her if she loves me, son medio primas de las salamandras, y llevo una tatuada en una pierna?) he optado por dialogar con ella. En realidad monologo porque hasta la fecha no me ha contestado ni mú. Ayer Kenya me pilló dándole varias razones por las cuales mi toalla no es el mejor sitio para vivir y me llamó friki. Menos mal que Bruno estuvo al quite y le dijo que más friki es ella, que charla con el pescado cuando lo pongo a descongelar en el fregadero. “Al menos ella habla con seres vivos” dijo Bruno. “Bah, para lo que le contestan…” Total, que allí estaba yo en el baño, siendo discretamente no-observada por los obreros, y peleando con una salamanquesa por la posesión de la toalla, cuando algo hizo “paf” and went off all household appliances. Paquita was a shock so great that it fell into the bidet has been lying there all night, that as you slide the legs can not go. And I was about to put myself to mourn at the thought of the many things that could have been escacharrado but I noticed that the blackout had been a general in the village. That I'm tired of preparing the holiday. Thankfully tomorrow I go because otherwise I would not last.
Friday, July 9, 2010
How To Moonstone Maplestory
But I've had very bad in another life
came yesterday and yesterday wanted to kill them all with the most painful death imaginable. And they still have at least three weeks. I do not know, I think this will end in tragedy.
all began nine months ago. One day the sky was covered, it started raining wildly, and it never stopped raining in six months. Some days it rained harder and others in an even more brutal, but for six months was falling water which is called "Costa del Sol." At first everything went fairly well. I had unearthed from the comfort of rubber boots and assumed no one look a bit complex Elizabeth II of England on holiday in Balmoral. I missed the horrible dogs only those buzzards always carrying pouch hung around and forearm. Both omissions were for obvious reasons, namely: the dogs because I have not and would not or crazy, and the purse because you have to see that thing more uncomfortable and ugly, by God. As between the boots, raincoat, and a golf umbrella that I bought last year not even half dipped me, that rain did not matter much. Moreover, I like the rain, I love rainy afternoons, those fireplace, book, TV, tea, muffins, cookies, digestive biscuits ... Sure, I like but in moderation, that is, when you've been two months and begin to hate even begin to replace sponges and green tea shot of brandy to cope with so much water. Until one day I went into the locker room looking for clothes for the next day and saw some strange spots on the roof. They were like the faces of Belmont but Martian version, or green and in a tone between pistachio and melon early. That alarmed me and I started to control its expansion and the possible emergence of new splotches. And indeed, soon all the upstairs ceilings turned green I want you green, and began to sprout a few colonies of molds capable of producing penicillin to control outbreaks of the third world for ten years. I understand that the same is true that I am a hysterical (that or I'm not kidding) and start to be alarmist, I'm big, but we must also understand that I am NOT Sponge Bob or Miss Marihache and NOT want to live in Home Sweet Pineapple under the sea as the Little Mermaid, and that's to find that my house is being possessed by the spirit of water for as I do not molo anything. But what is said nothing as I went anxiety attacks to the point of regularly inspect the children look for outbreaks of scales and gills, and once even thought to see Bruno in the little feet webbed. Yet even worse was to come. The worst was the technician's diagnosis that came to see how to fix that. The solution: remove the tiles, waterproofing the roof again, to asphalt and do not know what more stories, and rewoven with a new tile over concrete sea \u200b\u200bugly but they are so tough that you can walk quietly through the roof without fear of being broken ("mmm ... perfect ... because we do that every night the whole family up to the roof to see the sunset, too bad the irony of Kenya slipped by technical brain as if oil had been poured johnsons). That, and then paint the front with a rubber paint that seems, fix and paint the interior walls, and re-coat them with resin cement garden form. The coach spoke and I went on this side by adding money and most dangerous of all, adding time spent living with domestic workers, painters, and other herbs. When he finished he did not know if you throw on the balustrade of the garden (the garden is about three meters above street level), yelling and throwing liarme pluck hairs from the head as if possessed, or leave blank mind. At the end chose the latter as JB, with all the tranquility of the world, and bright eyes at the prospect of a work (how you like this man have home builders, it's almost a perversion) came to hire the firm work . As it was nearly five months ago I forgot. Yes, it was something I had to do, but in a distant time. The bad thing is that time passes, do you think you do not but pass, and pass over the run, and so, without being self conscious it came D-Day was yesterday.
day before yesterday I take the bus to the town, as usual, and nothing to get off the bus from the road, I see two figures on the roof of my house. I shivered slightly and I remembered something that JB had said the day before, but neither managed to make efforts to remember what he said, is that my mind has a marvelous ability (and autonomy, it decided it without me send it ) to mercifully forget what I do not want to archive. I went and walked around the house for the garden to get to the back, and indeed, as I feared, there they were, teaching agachaditos each half ass, I do not know how they do but what you put just put the pants always much below what my eyes prefer. It should be a subject of FP modules "constantly teaching her bank," and these had got an A, that instead of piggy bank that looked like the Bank of Spain. I looked at the third ass (this integer and familiar) and waved to Christ, who was delighted them talk. I identified myself as the owner of the house, which seemed to impose a damn, and I went to eat dragging Christ. And the day ended well. More or less. But I slept with a heart full of dark wishes, they would say the Greek poets.
Yesterday I got home all pert, thrilled because premiered supermona dress and I looked really cute, and I met with the builders that were in an SUV. I was surprised because I looked at fleeting expression, as if they had done something wrong, more with less with the same face that puts the dog to JB every time he gives to dig up plants (the dog, of course, JB is the plant and the mosque when the other out). But I was so happy that I took no more account and entered the home and in stampede by saying "I'm going to pee, I pee come (to see, what they want, each one at home speak as you wish), and prepare the food. " I missed the chorus of cries of "noooo, noooo, do not go to bañoooo" and answered "Of course I go, I pee" as he opened the door with a vengeance and I was petrified, as if the plaster to see just below sale a rectangular hole of the same length of the window and a foot high, all filled with rubble, soil, toilet, sink ... had stones in the glass to where I store the mandibular denture to sleep. "It does not say anything," Bruno whispered seconds before I began to scream. "But ... but ... But this is what ????" climbed all and JB looked at me undeterred by the cries. "Nothing, they were removing the tiles from the ledge and say that the wall was very thin and very poor and broken." "But ... but ... but ... if this did not have to play. " I noticed I began to hyperventilate. "Look at the vein, the vein looks!" Bruno whispered to Madagascar. "Hala, yes, you were right, you're going to burst" he replied in the same tone. "The truth is that the view from here is the coolest thing," Christ had come to climb the roof and the combination of more gap window gave us a framed view of their noble parts. JB I rubbed his shoulder. "Come, woman, why do not you you a week's vacation? "" Or three, "said Kenya.
I spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for a Pajarraca messing but did not come, the cowards. Today they find out. 
came yesterday and yesterday wanted to kill them all with the most painful death imaginable. And they still have at least three weeks. I do not know, I think this will end in tragedy.
all began nine months ago. One day the sky was covered, it started raining wildly, and it never stopped raining in six months. Some days it rained harder and others in an even more brutal, but for six months was falling water which is called "Costa del Sol." At first everything went fairly well. I had unearthed from the comfort of rubber boots and assumed no one look a bit complex Elizabeth II of England on holiday in Balmoral. I missed the horrible dogs only those buzzards always carrying pouch hung around and forearm. Both omissions were for obvious reasons, namely: the dogs because I have not and would not or crazy, and the purse because you have to see that thing more uncomfortable and ugly, by God. As between the boots, raincoat, and a golf umbrella that I bought last year not even half dipped me, that rain did not matter much. Moreover, I like the rain, I love rainy afternoons, those fireplace, book, TV, tea, muffins, cookies, digestive biscuits ... Sure, I like but in moderation, that is, when you've been two months and begin to hate even begin to replace sponges and green tea shot of brandy to cope with so much water. Until one day I went into the locker room looking for clothes for the next day and saw some strange spots on the roof. They were like the faces of Belmont but Martian version, or green and in a tone between pistachio and melon early. That alarmed me and I started to control its expansion and the possible emergence of new splotches. And indeed, soon all the upstairs ceilings turned green I want you green, and began to sprout a few colonies of molds capable of producing penicillin to control outbreaks of the third world for ten years. I understand that the same is true that I am a hysterical (that or I'm not kidding) and start to be alarmist, I'm big, but we must also understand that I am NOT Sponge Bob or Miss Marihache and NOT want to live in Home Sweet Pineapple under the sea as the Little Mermaid, and that's to find that my house is being possessed by the spirit of water for as I do not molo anything. But what is said nothing as I went anxiety attacks to the point of regularly inspect the children look for outbreaks of scales and gills, and once even thought to see Bruno in the little feet webbed. Yet even worse was to come. The worst was the technician's diagnosis that came to see how to fix that. The solution: remove the tiles, waterproofing the roof again, to asphalt and do not know what more stories, and rewoven with a new tile over concrete sea \u200b\u200bugly but they are so tough that you can walk quietly through the roof without fear of being broken ("mmm ... perfect ... because we do that every night the whole family up to the roof to see the sunset, too bad the irony of Kenya slipped by technical brain as if oil had been poured johnsons). That, and then paint the front with a rubber paint that seems, fix and paint the interior walls, and re-coat them with resin cement garden form. The coach spoke and I went on this side by adding money and most dangerous of all, adding time spent living with domestic workers, painters, and other herbs. When he finished he did not know if you throw on the balustrade of the garden (the garden is about three meters above street level), yelling and throwing liarme pluck hairs from the head as if possessed, or leave blank mind. At the end chose the latter as JB, with all the tranquility of the world, and bright eyes at the prospect of a work (how you like this man have home builders, it's almost a perversion) came to hire the firm work . As it was nearly five months ago I forgot. Yes, it was something I had to do, but in a distant time. The bad thing is that time passes, do you think you do not but pass, and pass over the run, and so, without being self conscious it came D-Day was yesterday.
day before yesterday I take the bus to the town, as usual, and nothing to get off the bus from the road, I see two figures on the roof of my house. I shivered slightly and I remembered something that JB had said the day before, but neither managed to make efforts to remember what he said, is that my mind has a marvelous ability (and autonomy, it decided it without me send it ) to mercifully forget what I do not want to archive. I went and walked around the house for the garden to get to the back, and indeed, as I feared, there they were, teaching agachaditos each half ass, I do not know how they do but what you put just put the pants always much below what my eyes prefer. It should be a subject of FP modules "constantly teaching her bank," and these had got an A, that instead of piggy bank that looked like the Bank of Spain. I looked at the third ass (this integer and familiar) and waved to Christ, who was delighted them talk. I identified myself as the owner of the house, which seemed to impose a damn, and I went to eat dragging Christ. And the day ended well. More or less. But I slept with a heart full of dark wishes, they would say the Greek poets.
Yesterday I got home all pert, thrilled because premiered supermona dress and I looked really cute, and I met with the builders that were in an SUV. I was surprised because I looked at fleeting expression, as if they had done something wrong, more with less with the same face that puts the dog to JB every time he gives to dig up plants (the dog, of course, JB is the plant and the mosque when the other out). But I was so happy that I took no more account and entered the home and in stampede by saying "I'm going to pee, I pee come (to see, what they want, each one at home speak as you wish), and prepare the food. " I missed the chorus of cries of "noooo, noooo, do not go to bañoooo" and answered "Of course I go, I pee" as he opened the door with a vengeance and I was petrified, as if the plaster to see just below sale a rectangular hole of the same length of the window and a foot high, all filled with rubble, soil, toilet, sink ... had stones in the glass to where I store the mandibular denture to sleep. "It does not say anything," Bruno whispered seconds before I began to scream. "But ... but ... But this is what ????" climbed all and JB looked at me undeterred by the cries. "Nothing, they were removing the tiles from the ledge and say that the wall was very thin and very poor and broken." "But ... but ... but ... if this did not have to play. " I noticed I began to hyperventilate. "Look at the vein, the vein looks!" Bruno whispered to Madagascar. "Hala, yes, you were right, you're going to burst" he replied in the same tone. "The truth is that the view from here is the coolest thing," Christ had come to climb the roof and the combination of more gap window gave us a framed view of their noble parts. JB I rubbed his shoulder. "Come, woman, why do not you you a week's vacation? "" Or three, "said Kenya.
I spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for a Pajarraca messing but did not come, the cowards. Today they find out.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Will Plumbing Freeze At 32 Degrees
After the divorce, everything became dark, it rained constantly, prices rose, mauve be stopped, "their" color, and even the bulbs in the house seemed more dim. A month after signing the agreement noticed the new store in the neighborhood and thought he could use a makeover. After he was surprised. Instead of discrete Mechita had asked the woman in the mirror wearing a bright yellow brilliant. He was full of light and thought that the rain would look spectacular red trench coat that sold in the shop opposite.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Christmas Tablecloths
PAUL E. MONCAYO visited Chavez TO SEND SOME OF THE FARC job out
Maracay .- In recent days the Colombian military Pablo Moncayo, released Tuesday by the FARC after more than 12 years of captivity, reported that intended visit to Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez to take some "errands important job out of the FARC." According to their statements, Moncayo reported: "The FARC commanders ordered him to Chavez several little things, like memories of fifteen years he remained in the mountains of Guaviare Venezuelan President." He also commented "I bring a fresh addition of papaya that Julian Marulanda command that prepares them good." Moncayo
also affirm that Chavez sent him a laptop computer. "The laptop of Raul had a backup, so the FARC bought a new laptop and I recorded the backing pa 'send it to Chavez's gift" culminated. 
Maracay .- In recent days the Colombian military Pablo Moncayo, released Tuesday by the FARC after more than 12 years of captivity, reported that intended visit to Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez to take some "errands important job out of the FARC." According to their statements, Moncayo reported: "The FARC commanders ordered him to Chavez several little things, like memories of fifteen years he remained in the mountains of Guaviare Venezuelan President." He also commented "I bring a fresh addition of papaya that Julian Marulanda command that prepares them good." Moncayo
also affirm that Chavez sent him a laptop computer. "The laptop of Raul had a backup, so the FARC bought a new laptop and I recorded the backing pa 'send it to Chavez's gift" culminated.
Catchy Vacation Slogans
CHANCERY expelled from the country VENEZUELAN LEADER FOR PRO-ETA SAN NICOLAS
Maracay .- In hours Saturday morning, a press release by the Venezuelan Foreign Ministry, the top government apologized to Walter Wendelin, a leader of Batasuna and ETA Pro expelled from the country in recent days. Recall that the leader attempts to enter the country on Thursday and was held a few hours and taken to DISIP Helicoide before being deported to France, which was his next destination.
Venezuela's government wrote to ETA that it was all visual confusion. Part of the statement says: "We apologize for the expulsion of its leader Wendelin, but our customs and immigration officers mistook him for San Nicolas, and policy Anti-Imperialist could not allow their entry into Venezuela. " The statement says that by being in Holy Week could not afford hodgepodge of beliefs: "We did everything by the mental health of the Venezuelan people, and to avoid meddling ways at times pro-yankees holy and reflection" concludes the statement. 
Maracay .- In hours Saturday morning, a press release by the Venezuelan Foreign Ministry, the top government apologized to Walter Wendelin, a leader of Batasuna and ETA Pro expelled from the country in recent days. Recall that the leader attempts to enter the country on Thursday and was held a few hours and taken to DISIP Helicoide before being deported to France, which was his next destination.
Venezuela's government wrote to ETA that it was all visual confusion. Part of the statement says: "We apologize for the expulsion of its leader Wendelin, but our customs and immigration officers mistook him for San Nicolas, and policy Anti-Imperialist could not allow their entry into Venezuela. " The statement says that by being in Holy Week could not afford hodgepodge of beliefs: "We did everything by the mental health of the Venezuelan people, and to avoid meddling ways at times pro-yankees holy and reflection" concludes the statement.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
How To Replace Christmas Fuses
Lighting Ceeseí
Madagascar At six refused to learn to read. During the previous three years had been devoted to hard to do all homework sent to him, namely, hitting balls of crumpled paper in colored cardboard, modeling clay dolls to crush them later with enthusiasm, making macaroni necklaces, bite colleagues (this had not really need me to tell anyone), finger painting, etc. Even had learned numbers and letters, and knew how to sign all drawings (exceptionally good, by the way) with your full name, which already face. But to get to first grade went on strike neurons falls and there was no way I learned to read. And at first she simply did not learn but little shocked by the attitude of his fellow collaborators who spent the day reading to their mothers spoiled them, began to hinder the intellectual development of other children by the simple procedure entertain walking endlessly in the class talking and singing. After a grueling interrogation (which needed only a single question) looked at us and confessed that the reason for not wanting to learn to read was that I wanted to grow up, already seen in the older school spent a lot worse than the little kids because it was much more boring. The girl explained with such clarity and logic that I found his father nodding so enthusiastically that I had to give a stamp to extract the lost childhood and return to its current status as a responsible parent and concerned about the learning process chicks. We ask him to Madagascar the possibility of removing it from its course and return to the fascinating world of cutting and pasting of children of three years. He glanced at his possible future teammates, and I thought for a moment before saying no. She would not grow, do not spend the day surrounded by children much smaller than her (and full of mucus to the chin, with the disgust that you have always given, it is to see a mucus and vomit like the exorcist girl) and look like Gulliver in Lilliput. So I sighed resignedly and learned to read in a week, and devoted to the practice of reading the same enthusiasm he had previously devoted to boycott classes.
Since then we have problems again until you have about a course you have to take the decision to choose which subjects you want to attend next year. Man, that sounds so very solemn, but really the choice is largely limited to science or letters. Given the apparent inability to express all members family for any numerical operation Mada seem logical that "tip of the letters. But as these things are loaded by the devil at the moment we simply wait for his decision not to apply pressure, will not even suggest anything. To this day says he wants to be an interpreter and translator of Japanese, but certainly a little thing that you do not like sushi or medium hair and is clear that learning Japanese will have to live there a few years. She hesitates a little but his classmates, however, have it all decided. Ninety percent of kids want to be footballers, nine percent detectives, and the remaining one per cent "like my father" but so far we could learn from what you do the above or the same father because child has been able to explain it. As for girls, there is a large percentage who wants to play clothing design (if they're famous, they of course, not the users of their designs), some want to be hairdressers, a waste of consistency one wants to be "medical or swimmer "and other" dog criminologist. " To me what the doctor that nothing really catches my attention, but the choice of being a criminologist canine was frankly amazed me until we explained that he really wanted to be either a veterinarian or a criminologist and he thought that the same could be both. And we were commenting as Kenya, who had spent the morning at an open day at the university, told us that from now on you can study criminology. He told us dying of laughter because all the students in his class had decided that they wanted to do and so far there are only 60 seats. Sure, it's what you have to spend the day watching shows like "Bones" or "CSI" that you believe and imagine you're going to spend the day solving crimes from scientific analysis of fossilized spit half you're in the stage a robbery. And no. No, go, do not. That then things do not work well.
few weeks ago, for example, were in Torremolinos on the presentation of the book from a friend. We meet a highland people, and because the event was fun we decided to go to dinner together. Now that I think the blame for everything was the weather, because if I had done a good night, the kind where you do not mind walking a bit, we would find a more apañao, but as the cold was able to freeze a bird in flight, we went into the first store we could find, which turned out to be almost next door to the venue of the presentation.
input already seemed to me a site a bit weird as all chipped and Rotello, but some of those who came said they had been other times and ate well so I thought I could forgive the cutrez. We settled the 25 at a long table as a wedding, and started asking. Every time we said a dish the waiter (because there was only one) sighed and lowered his head muttering "yes ... yeah ... "but without pointing or anything, which was a little weird because since we were 25 people ask us all things liam of diverse cultures. And seemed a bit strange to bring 20 cups of wine and the rest will put cups of Duralex Cutrone, and rarer still when asked why he did not bring more drinks responded tersely "We have no" as he raised his eyes to heaven it seemed they were going to turn heads. Then he began to bring, little by little plates of dessert with samples of what we requested: four patties, three half-baked potatoes, two eggs, halved stuffed adorned with some threads of lettuce ... and every time I left a plate on the table muttering "ayquépenamáhgrandediohmío" it seemed that I was removing the pellets from the mouths of their children. At first we split the meal thinking that at any moment dinner ever got the truth but when it became clear that the waiter was not going to get anything else to eat, we fight like lions (brought up, but Wolves) by potato croquettes and socks. I was lucky because although I caught croquettes (JB was much faster than I, Jodie ate two) I got half a baked potato and bread currusquillo the previous day and threw me a long time gnawing entertaining. The waiter was taking saucers when Eli came back from the toilet. "I do not see, Gin, is in the bathroom wall a gap through which it is a rhinoceros, a bad thing." The waiter was quejíos hear it and step up, that did not stop until we get pry the night before had broken into the restaurant. "They have stolen everything, and they have not stolen have broken cups, tó. We decided not open today and so we have no nothing, no bread, but like so many people have come ... "
course, normal, something must be done to recover cash. "What says the police?" "No, if what we are waiting for forensic science that comes to take fingerprints." Eli and I looked at him incredulously. Footprints? Footprints? But if twenty-five people were touching everything, moving everywhere, getting the sink ... "Yes, yes, you do not worry that the ceeseí from here is going to find everything." I had to turn my head because Eli told me all serious and laughter left me thinking crime scene so hackneyed that was to find the police. "Oh, quépenamahgrandediohmío!". You say yes. 
Madagascar At six refused to learn to read. During the previous three years had been devoted to hard to do all homework sent to him, namely, hitting balls of crumpled paper in colored cardboard, modeling clay dolls to crush them later with enthusiasm, making macaroni necklaces, bite colleagues (this had not really need me to tell anyone), finger painting, etc. Even had learned numbers and letters, and knew how to sign all drawings (exceptionally good, by the way) with your full name, which already face. But to get to first grade went on strike neurons falls and there was no way I learned to read. And at first she simply did not learn but little shocked by the attitude of his fellow collaborators who spent the day reading to their mothers spoiled them, began to hinder the intellectual development of other children by the simple procedure entertain walking endlessly in the class talking and singing. After a grueling interrogation (which needed only a single question) looked at us and confessed that the reason for not wanting to learn to read was that I wanted to grow up, already seen in the older school spent a lot worse than the little kids because it was much more boring. The girl explained with such clarity and logic that I found his father nodding so enthusiastically that I had to give a stamp to extract the lost childhood and return to its current status as a responsible parent and concerned about the learning process chicks. We ask him to Madagascar the possibility of removing it from its course and return to the fascinating world of cutting and pasting of children of three years. He glanced at his possible future teammates, and I thought for a moment before saying no. She would not grow, do not spend the day surrounded by children much smaller than her (and full of mucus to the chin, with the disgust that you have always given, it is to see a mucus and vomit like the exorcist girl) and look like Gulliver in Lilliput. So I sighed resignedly and learned to read in a week, and devoted to the practice of reading the same enthusiasm he had previously devoted to boycott classes.
Since then we have problems again until you have about a course you have to take the decision to choose which subjects you want to attend next year. Man, that sounds so very solemn, but really the choice is largely limited to science or letters. Given the apparent inability to express all members family for any numerical operation Mada seem logical that "tip of the letters. But as these things are loaded by the devil at the moment we simply wait for his decision not to apply pressure, will not even suggest anything. To this day says he wants to be an interpreter and translator of Japanese, but certainly a little thing that you do not like sushi or medium hair and is clear that learning Japanese will have to live there a few years. She hesitates a little but his classmates, however, have it all decided. Ninety percent of kids want to be footballers, nine percent detectives, and the remaining one per cent "like my father" but so far we could learn from what you do the above or the same father because child has been able to explain it. As for girls, there is a large percentage who wants to play clothing design (if they're famous, they of course, not the users of their designs), some want to be hairdressers, a waste of consistency one wants to be "medical or swimmer "and other" dog criminologist. " To me what the doctor that nothing really catches my attention, but the choice of being a criminologist canine was frankly amazed me until we explained that he really wanted to be either a veterinarian or a criminologist and he thought that the same could be both. And we were commenting as Kenya, who had spent the morning at an open day at the university, told us that from now on you can study criminology. He told us dying of laughter because all the students in his class had decided that they wanted to do and so far there are only 60 seats. Sure, it's what you have to spend the day watching shows like "Bones" or "CSI" that you believe and imagine you're going to spend the day solving crimes from scientific analysis of fossilized spit half you're in the stage a robbery. And no. No, go, do not. That then things do not work well.
few weeks ago, for example, were in Torremolinos on the presentation of the book from a friend. We meet a highland people, and because the event was fun we decided to go to dinner together. Now that I think the blame for everything was the weather, because if I had done a good night, the kind where you do not mind walking a bit, we would find a more apañao, but as the cold was able to freeze a bird in flight, we went into the first store we could find, which turned out to be almost next door to the venue of the presentation.
input already seemed to me a site a bit weird as all chipped and Rotello, but some of those who came said they had been other times and ate well so I thought I could forgive the cutrez. We settled the 25 at a long table as a wedding, and started asking. Every time we said a dish the waiter (because there was only one) sighed and lowered his head muttering "yes ... yeah ... "but without pointing or anything, which was a little weird because since we were 25 people ask us all things liam of diverse cultures. And seemed a bit strange to bring 20 cups of wine and the rest will put cups of Duralex Cutrone, and rarer still when asked why he did not bring more drinks responded tersely "We have no" as he raised his eyes to heaven it seemed they were going to turn heads. Then he began to bring, little by little plates of dessert with samples of what we requested: four patties, three half-baked potatoes, two eggs, halved stuffed adorned with some threads of lettuce ... and every time I left a plate on the table muttering "ayquépenamáhgrandediohmío" it seemed that I was removing the pellets from the mouths of their children. At first we split the meal thinking that at any moment dinner ever got the truth but when it became clear that the waiter was not going to get anything else to eat, we fight like lions (brought up, but Wolves) by potato croquettes and socks. I was lucky because although I caught croquettes (JB was much faster than I, Jodie ate two) I got half a baked potato and bread currusquillo the previous day and threw me a long time gnawing entertaining. The waiter was taking saucers when Eli came back from the toilet. "I do not see, Gin, is in the bathroom wall a gap through which it is a rhinoceros, a bad thing." The waiter was quejíos hear it and step up, that did not stop until we get pry the night before had broken into the restaurant. "They have stolen everything, and they have not stolen have broken cups, tó. We decided not open today and so we have no nothing, no bread, but like so many people have come ... "
course, normal, something must be done to recover cash. "What says the police?" "No, if what we are waiting for forensic science that comes to take fingerprints." Eli and I looked at him incredulously. Footprints? Footprints? But if twenty-five people were touching everything, moving everywhere, getting the sink ... "Yes, yes, you do not worry that the ceeseí from here is going to find everything." I had to turn my head because Eli told me all serious and laughter left me thinking crime scene so hackneyed that was to find the police. "Oh, quépenamahgrandediohmío!". You say yes.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Math Munchers Online Free
man without grace (is that or to make a compliment, go) Mr. Wittford
comes looking for a computer and, like talking on the phone, he decides to make time milling about the offices close so it looks as underwhelmed by the Geneva office, which for a totally unforgivable mistake is the door open, and hello. She looks a glancing blow, and waves while also looking at the computer screen. "Good you're here, eh." She says "Aha" without looking. "With so much light ...". "Aha." He (she does not know can not bear to do that) walks around the office gossiping around and fixed on the picture you have hanging on the cork, a photo of dishevel the only meal of the company to which she has attended in his life. Another thing she does not support: is very close to the picture, sweeping one of the cups of pens with coat and scarf dangling in front of the computer screen, and carefully studied while throwing in a free fall to abyss of uncontrolled verbiage. "Come on, if it is you" (she turns to whisper "Aha" thinking to see who expected to find there, what Naomi Campbell?) He smiles. "Look how long you here hair, and how beautiful. " She opens her mouth to say "thank you" but he keeps talking and smiling without letting her get a word. "Just look at the points you lost since you cut it." Of course, no thanks or milk, she stops looking at the computer screen, turn the chair and stands in front of him staring into his eyes without moving a muscle. He keeps talking, hala, hala, not to relax. "It sees you here as well, such voluminous ..." She hopes that he refers to the hair but I doubt that it's being called fat so move some muscles, just to raise the left eyebrow that yes, without saying anything. He stops smiling and sura a little. "And so long, the hair I mean, not you, so pretty, your hair will not tell you, I mean ... but of course you've cut and you're much worse. " The left eyebrow rises a little more. "You have to let your hair grow again ... is that I do not know, you should cultivate. " The left eye can not go higher, has reached its limits. At that time the ruling makes the computer hang up the phone and he made a bundle of nerves, says goodbye and leaves distraught. While away she was heard to say: "fuck, talking to this chick it gets on my nerves." 
know that stealing is
comes looking for a computer and, like talking on the phone, he decides to make time milling about the offices close so it looks as underwhelmed by the Geneva office, which for a totally unforgivable mistake is the door open, and hello. She looks a glancing blow, and waves while also looking at the computer screen. "Good you're here, eh." She says "Aha" without looking. "With so much light ...". "Aha." He (she does not know can not bear to do that) walks around the office gossiping around and fixed on the picture you have hanging on the cork, a photo of dishevel the only meal of the company to which she has attended in his life. Another thing she does not support: is very close to the picture, sweeping one of the cups of pens with coat and scarf dangling in front of the computer screen, and carefully studied while throwing in a free fall to abyss of uncontrolled verbiage. "Come on, if it is you" (she turns to whisper "Aha" thinking to see who expected to find there, what Naomi Campbell?) He smiles. "Look how long you here hair, and how beautiful. " She opens her mouth to say "thank you" but he keeps talking and smiling without letting her get a word. "Just look at the points you lost since you cut it." Of course, no thanks or milk, she stops looking at the computer screen, turn the chair and stands in front of him staring into his eyes without moving a muscle. He keeps talking, hala, hala, not to relax. "It sees you here as well, such voluminous ..." She hopes that he refers to the hair but I doubt that it's being called fat so move some muscles, just to raise the left eyebrow that yes, without saying anything. He stops smiling and sura a little. "And so long, the hair I mean, not you, so pretty, your hair will not tell you, I mean ... but of course you've cut and you're much worse. " The left eyebrow rises a little more. "You have to let your hair grow again ... is that I do not know, you should cultivate. " The left eye can not go higher, has reached its limits. At that time the ruling makes the computer hang up the phone and he made a bundle of nerves, says goodbye and leaves distraught. While away she was heard to say: "fuck, talking to this chick it gets on my nerves."
Thursday, February 4, 2010
How Often To Clean A Katana Sword
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Bangbros Free Watch Full
forgive me
had always hated the nicknames because he was afraid. When I heard one remembered her grandmother. Grandma always used the diminutive, and each time I called ("Miguelín!") Made him feel small and insignificant. When Grandma died she was surprised at how tiny he was. He remembered a great grandmother, not the tiny old woman who was in the coffin. "Hi Grandma," he whispered, "Now that you're never more be Miguelín, finally now I'm Miguel. Miguel. Miguel. " As he repeated his name, adult full grown he was, he felt important. From that day used nicknames to everyone. 
had always hated the nicknames because he was afraid. When I heard one remembered her grandmother. Grandma always used the diminutive, and each time I called ("Miguelín!") Made him feel small and insignificant. When Grandma died she was surprised at how tiny he was. He remembered a great grandmother, not the tiny old woman who was in the coffin. "Hi Grandma," he whispered, "Now that you're never more be Miguelín, finally now I'm Miguel. Miguel. Miguel. " As he repeated his name, adult full grown he was, he felt important. From that day used nicknames to everyone.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The Difference Between The Minohd And Ultrahd
Perspective tasty words
mentally read the letter. Stopped the stew. Stew. Stew. By repeating felt in the mouth the taste of the dish. Stew. Stew. Soon he was satisfied and left the restaurant without eating. At night he wanted a pie. Empanada. Empanada. The word knew and relished the syllables until filled. For months, fed by words, more flavorful than the actual dishes. He stopped socializing, did not attend dinners or lunches. Even stopped eating tapas with friends. A day he read in the window of a bar: "Dish of the day, Paey" and sick to vomit. 
mentally read the letter. Stopped the stew. Stew. Stew. By repeating felt in the mouth the taste of the dish. Stew. Stew. Soon he was satisfied and left the restaurant without eating. At night he wanted a pie. Empanada. Empanada. The word knew and relished the syllables until filled. For months, fed by words, more flavorful than the actual dishes. He stopped socializing, did not attend dinners or lunches. Even stopped eating tapas with friends. A day he read in the window of a bar: "Dish of the day, Paey" and sick to vomit.
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