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BASURILLAS And I'm back (safely)

Centuries has not wrote or at least it seemed to me. This was due to a number of arrechuchos on drums I've been catching and have left me momentarily out of the game, the most serious has been a trancazo not wiggle that you had me so: no one bit menearme sofa with blanket or bed quilts. Come on a holiday recovering, which was far less than dying, but fucking heavy. So I've been away.

That and because I have super-duper hooked on the book "The Frozen Heart" by Almudena Grandes, which is a soap opera than nine hundred all pages cigarillo exercise of Historical Memory (now that is so hot), that here and I recommend. Until last night I finished I was not able to devote my leisure intellectual else to devour its pages and I must confess that I even cried and everything in a couple of tickets, but I would not rule out the influence of the hormone in this revolt my new stage of hyper sensitivity ... Now I just started another book, this time Punset, entitled "Journey to Love" and fear their influence me in my already cynical and rickety romance, if you're already slightly florida me with this matter, I do not visualize with arguments of a philosophical and scientific. In case I recommend you carefully aproximéis my next post in this my present I am unable to foresee ...

Anyway, as I am as I am lately, I do not let go even one, my doctor has me straight about blood to run a thorough ITV and map completito of my shortcomings and I are expiring parts inside. So this morning I woke up fifteen minutes later than usual (which does not seem much, but in horizontal and given a bed for a lot, as you all well know) and I have spared the usual active time I spend with lead my offspring to school, because today was concerned that its My grandfather and father.

So I enjoyed one of those unusual relajaditos awakenings and Lisita and smooth complexion (is that lately I wake up with the same face as Cassius Clay after his fight with George Foreman and I have to stress on the natural to take off eyelids and a glimpse of the world). I've had time to make my bed with care and dedication, to give my manicure repasillo another pelin despendolados repasillo to the eyebrows to clearly draw this important weapons of facial expression, to shower and shave in peace very well with super-duper meticulous care and other major weapons such body language (no longer Friday, hear, and I always placed great hopes these days). Dry myself after I applied the nutrient crema, I dressed a little quiet choosing the clothes I wore, I have a hair makeup kit complete with shade, kohl, mascara, brush and lipstick, and I could leave my house with more than enough time.

Because in my daily routine I get up, stretch the quilt nordika (well, with K), I make breakfast for my child, prepare your lunch, stretch your nordika (also with K), prepared his clothes, I shower, get dressed, I paint the hills and a bit of blush, I grab the bag and my girl, and pulls, making rally to school, that we always by the hair, and sometimes even later. But today was all like an advertisement for "today I feel Flex" or "Actimel" in the colored part in the already taken the "Actimel". I have uploaded in the Luisi, and I've come to the health center at zero point and relaxed.

At the reception desk for extractions, I have given my twenty-five pages to list all my doctor what I had to analyze, to take note and place on record my presence, and immediately gave me back my twenty-five pages accompanied by eight glass jars and lots of stickers. And to stand in line until my turn to touch me. That touched me, of course. Arriving at my table, my ATS specializes in removals has risen your entitled ass of his official seat and instead sat another ass like yours, yet untitled. My ATS specializes in removals has encouraged the ass without a title with a "pull, now you." And pulls itself between the two have caught my arm clear that even smelled like Dove firming cream, the two have put the rubber band on the arm and had to hold it slipped through my hydration and firmness, and between the two me have handled the search for the little vein (or artery, which I'm not sure what they use). That if the puncture has been a thing of the untitled solo ass. I've played but bone. Has repinchado, but pa'lla. And then has repinchado, but more over here, not yet in place. He has thrown a fight ("is that you move!"), Which I already have answered that I have not reached that zen degree need not even breathe, but I'm at it and I have the impression you'll get it soon, possibly for the next visit. And it has become a prick, and this time if the invaluable assistance that has been released titled ass rubber and has sought to find little vein or artery, without even needing to re-draw the needle.

At that point I was no longer half dizzy, but completely gaga and markedly skewed to one side. I have dried by filling out the eight boats, I have put a milkweed that was just stuck without heat and grace of the goo from my Dove firming cream device, and as a farewell, I have shouted in his ear a "NEXT!" which is what made me react and move my own ass (titled or untitled depends on what, because it is the case) out of the parlor.

after a scan I get out of the pint at full speed as the soul that takes the devil, and I even seen by the way, I come to get the jacket finished around the time I park my Luisi at the end of my journey back, and to date I have never seen the need to invest the few resting Minutillo recommended holding a thrush arm. But today, today I needed five minutes catatonic sprawled in a chair (which was almost two) and now that I write to a single hand because the other, right, I have unused at the end of my sore arm.

When I rode my lela Luisi was still (in fact I'm a bit so-so), and I started lining up the street being still unaware, so little that when I turned in a yield have not observed the presence a garbage truck that emptied containers, and I almost slammed into a wall while maneuvering in reverse, something I have not seen. If not for the diligent cleaning service workers who have put the word in the sky, I would have died hit by a garbage truck, which is so magnificently as any other death, but the absence of any glamorous, do not tell me no. At the height

office I only dreamed about with a coffee latte (decaf, if you do not go crazy) with four churros (instead of the usual three), my mind was developing both a beautiful ode to the churro in Madrid and the fate of live in a city that puts the churros in the bars before the streets themselves in the same street. At the height

first churro I met a friend who would also re-provisioning with cafetillo. This friend, whose name I can not mention for privacy of their offspring, mother of the girl child artist and artist is a speck of carrying out the premiere of a children's film sponsored among others by Disney. A legendary release that for more than a year her mother and her mother's friends, we predisfrutando mentally with party dresses dye removed and hung in our closets and / or dressing rooms (I was going to recycle mine that I used in the bodorrio) with sharp heels ready with his last and booked an appointment with elbows to the pelu of Dante to be the first beneficiaries before Dante inspiration to drop the hole, leaving only his bad temper.

Well, half a second churro, had the nerve to communicate, that this social event I, the final will run tomorrow in a multiplex on the outskirts of Madrid, with almost all children and adults and that the outfit recommended by the producers Disney and Buena Vista is a Halloween costume. That is, for once I am invited to a film premiere, not only do not go hand in hand with George Clooney, I'm going for my child, not only is at eleven o'clock at night, but it is at eleven o'clock, and not only not going to Zac Posen, but I'm Pumpkin. Well, if that. What I said to myself and what I said Dina, darling with what you want ... by Lenin, that commitment is making Disney muss my day!.

Anyway that aimed at the office, reassured by my snack, and especially aware of what I have left lela absorption of blood, have stoked a huge fat sparrow (was it a vulture?) trying to get airborne and has barely managed to rise above the turf that bordered on belly, and do not know why I thought of my cat Machin, perhaps as big, or what would have enjoyed the appetizer of such animal. And then when you turn on ordenón I stoned a bit more with the campaign of "SOE" Do not listen to your first ". It's amazing, as this game can have a team as mediocre for almost everything and as effective for the creative advertising does not end his final stamping Rajoy bullshit (and look how easily this man has resuperarse himself) and already have the 'SOE allegorical video advertising, I'm to believe that steal the scripts to the candidate the night before that even committed. Now I do not give them time to other things, if all energies are going to devise clever campaigns. Which by the way, has anyone seen them somewhere other than YouTube ...? I on TV not only on YouTube, in Being and in the Country (now itself, with accents and blue) which leads me to think that maybe You Tube PRYSA within the group.

Anyway, I'm back. Let's see if I have time soon to tell my experience with the Grison, their commitment to not start, push it to the bustle of a parking space with the invaluable help of my friend Vicky and Jesus Quintero (Fool on the Hill), and the face of movie the poor man from the crane when it prints that came a man to replace us because we had to return home to deal with the joy of our households tasks before returning to our work on Monday, then asked the Inti to us exactly what we did ... But this will be another post ...

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SEEMS THAT YOU ARE DOING GOOD TODAY ... LET THE ELEVATOR

If there is a common place and vulgar behavior that promotes picturesque, this is the elevator. I live on the fourth floor without technology, so I do not have no choice but to transport myself and my purchases, removals, and baggage on foot or cats (depending on time of arrival and fuel that I run my inside ...).

This enormous effort of my life now brings me to recall with great affection and nostalgia recent times in my life before I ever moved from the portal on the ground floor to my abode on the first floor within the metal box five feet by five feet, with seating for six people or 400 kilos of cargo. There

lack of space shared with my neighbors above (below me lived only cars) the second be: two adults and four children to hobbies Marian adorned block us out with Vatican flags at each visit of Pope Wojtyla to Spain. The neighbor's attic with his Labrador, old, fat beagle, and his endless chatter (her, not the dog that always seemed very tired) ... The third neighbor be, with his name and profession Galician accountant, who smoked like me but he Ducados outside her balcony two floors above mine and had a single aim always accurate planting their butts smoking between the thoughts of my planters (plants, not speculations). When I was a year in this block, accounting and Galician man married a Colombian woman who was twenty years in Spain and did not look happy, and knowing we were all on time every day, and later corroborated other day in which he left his luggage and planted for never to return ...

As you observed after this brief sketch, life in the neighboring blocks happens to inside doors and partitions. But the process to the door when P and H Company C, occurs always exposed to the eyes neighborhood. And the intimate privacy of your own life I still defended by only a tiny partitions quite permeable to noise pollution. Come I intimate privacy that there is almost nothing. That

my former home as well brought a kind of intercom series by Danone very interesting technology (which is not technology, but it is effective that you shit) that kept us well informed throughout the block. It turns out that the gas pipe, which was up (or down, depending how you look) along the left wall of my kitchen Pegaditas the sink should not be so isolated and / or closed, and while never suffered any casualties or gassed us half stayed telos for any escape, if we save it does not require batteries many radios. Because you standing up to the pile, wool and fairy hands, and pulling with you to stay a little coy, you knew of all culinary conversations came sliding block by Tubillo copper (a large metal driver is, for sure) to serve on a plate on the counter and time all the news real block. A much more effective lujazo radio patio.

So you get to your home when H, with Company C, possibly in state E (intoxicated or drunk) and the best there would have been discreetly and quietly, without Having A cross with no neighbors the body present (though possibly some indiscreet eyes had seen you through the gardens from windows of their houses oriented community recreation area). And

into your privacy were little i in the field of privacy. But you could not lower our guard, because the next day everyone knew exactly what it was they had been cooked inside (through the intercom that of yogurt) and how indecent hours of the morning had been moving pots between your four walls of four few centimeters thick, including gypsum and plaster gotelé. In the faces of the residents of elevator could read with absolute clarity the extent of their knowledge about your privacy.

good old days and what nostalgia! I'm sure my neighbors must know now the same as did the earlier (judging from my own knowledge), but I do not have those three Minutillo shared discomfort in the elevator, leaving no one knows anything while fluid struck up conversations in which brag about our knowledge of meteorology, climate change and the difficulty of drying clothes on the line to which it is falling on this wet season.

But if there are elevators that if I keep working and reporting to me the most stimulating experiences (and if not they should ask to Inti, who sees one and will make your hair like hooks) are lifts hotels.

As you know I enjoy a skinny post-war economy, so when it's up to my pocket to afford a trip and stays away from home, I always appealing to the generosity of my family and my friends or stores shop campaign. But the economies of the companies involved and bring the Inti currante if they are very decent and always take you to hotels that have everything (sometimes up to five stars). And I'm adding the pleasure, try not to miss one. Inti

So will any part of English territory, and on arriving at the weekend that my daughter about her father and the final hour of work, I get in the Vernon or Grison (the not on the floor) and hit my shoe basket without lifting the pedal almost to the bullring, sports or other place of soiree to third, where I pick up the key hotel and there I'll wait for my host while I scrounge lujillos.

One of these small hotels, back in May and Leo, I went to coincide with the closing of the ZP election campaign in his homeland. The event also came to agree as well with a semi-final for promotion to the ACB League playing the local team, the Climalia de León, against the visitor CAI Zaragoza. And where were staying bigard more than two meters from the CAI? Yes sir, I pegadillo hotel, which is that there are hotels that seem plugged.

I have already learned to detract as little as possible copetin hotels, but no liar I'll make spending on the unpaid portion, the price is! So I travel with a backpack necessary to meet any need that may arise during my stay, from sandwiches and Cokes peck to a half-liter bottle with a little Fontvella for cubatilla predescanso spirits and some fancy cervecilla case of pre-rocanroll, that besides my pocket floripondio travel. This means that I get charged these hotels as a mule, and with a big sign and fluorescent signals as Vehicle I Longo. As with all

baggage that I was very relaxed in my elevator Leon for myself, with a backpack leaning against one wall to lighten the weight and my body itself displaced by the volume of the same to the center of the arena elevator when the doors practically closed the carrier to take me to my plant alone until I snapped open the grace of a running shoe that got huge wedge slip into doing. In front of my four pivots appeared even higher than the Empire State Building (cm up or down) and they all went inside.

I educated and to make room, I went up a lift esquinillas beginning to look so toy like myself, and this operation was sliced \u200b\u200bwith my backpack all cartelillos hanging on the walls inside, indicating the weight and maximum number of people, another phone number to call in case of failure and another that prohibited smoking on the premises. In a single movement got throw all. While at the same time trying to bring my pocket of datura to my feet. To bend to hook a esquinillas almost overcomes me the weight of the backpack he lunged forward on my head, making me lose balance fortunately recovered one of the pivot to hold me and bring me back to vertical position. While the other three were entertained to collect the posters of the carpeted floor and try repegarlos. All without any space just to move, it seemed that we were playing "Mess."

I went back to meet them the next morning, when I went down to breakfast, and only dared to share with me down when it was but found it as dressing and no luggage, not even bag. I wish you luck and very sincerely for your party, I do not know if they came to win or not, really.

Well this weekend I was in Zaragoza, in the fantastic five-star Boston hotel, which is all electronic, so little sign of Do Not Disturb and when you go through before the doors of the rooms can fairly accurately interpret the inner life happens in the same thanks to information provided by the LEDs on or off, and you can guess where he is holding a stage riots, who has not yet appeared to sleep and are so many ...

This time our room was on the eighth floor, and that meant that no matter how fast travel outside the elevator going to give enough. It was very promising.

In one of the occasions when I returned to the hotel after giving me a spin around town at parties, I slipped into the elevator and held three ropes of the kind family well, which is distinguished by bob to Ansar moistened, as if they were always freshly combed right out of the shower (rather than domain, the art they have with the hair gel), and polo shirts by Tommy Hilfiger and the height of over six feet well fed worn by all (as evidenced already by the seventies had access to imported foods and eat something other than the national poplar sandwich).

Three or I do not see or choose to ignore me and I do what I always do in these trances, which is imbued in my various thoughts as I watch the movement of the hands of my watch, the icons on my mobile or ceiling directly lift, in this case very interesting because it pretended cielito crashed with a glimmering of these tiny Christmas tree. And then the three men started a conversation:

(Pijo 1): - "Jo, do not imagine the situation"
(Pijos 2 and 3): (nod expectantly)
(Pijo 1): - "I called his wife and asks: is you Louis?. And I say, look Patricia are seven in the morning and not hours. No, not with me Luis, I do not see from the two o'clock it was when I left him ... "

And then you open the door on the fourth floor and go all three taking their conversation without an iota of consideration me. Because for then I did not hide anything and had his ear and atentísimo gesture as if I were the posh four. I put my hand in the cell fotoléctrica the door so it closed, leaned half his body hoping that they remembered me and I almost jump off the elevator and yelling that they could not go now, they had to tell me where I was Louis and who, if he had caught Patricia, if one of them was Luis of yore ...

So two days after the conversation and from this public forum I call these friends and Patricia were in Zaragoza on Saturday 6 October, housed on the fourth floor of the Boston Hotel to communicate with me through this blog and tell me the end of the story, I am come to imagine everything and will give me something.

PD: Heeding my literary critics, in this case the Inti, I tried that interlining thoroughly to peek at my post do not be a stroke of my remaining condensate.

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COCHIN IS MY CAR, PLEASE DO THE DANCE SCARF

the beginning of my inexperience as a driver I thought it was important that the car was clean, because that was what I had explained to me in driving school and I've always been a hard-working student. But then I stopped your car Inti Vernon guarrete was right, (he's one of those human specimens firmly believed that it shrinks a car wash), and I set out to packed inside and out, and special attention to him, and a way to protect my health: cleaning out to avoid the inevitable driving causes accidents Braille and cleaning inside to avoid the inevitable infection because of either virus fauna in there have felt as comfortable as in my fridge when I return from vacation. The car wash momentazo that I told you in another post and I still gives me nightmares. The collection time internal achiperris me up to date details of the private life of Inti the part of the peninsula on which he had not accompanied me. And instead of feeling good that you shit for executing the detail and good action, I felt rather gossipy and indiscreet course assuming tasks that were not my thing. Come on, almost as if he had read the newspaper.

But I thought that I was going to clean the car outside and learned the lesson knowing that they should re-do it again and point the car is his master and must be he who deals with cuddling.

Then came my own car, my Luisi, also filthy you die after having received for months Esteban ecosystem and its variety, and as my Luisi was not alien, it was mine, I turned to leave quietly shining with the pad, the pad and battery-powered mini vacuum cleaner. Without realizing I left the radio turned on and no volume whole weekend, therefore I exhausted TOO battery and the following Monday I had to take my daughter to school by taxi. So this second experience I learned that the inside will never, ever, never at all, clean a car inside, or own or others, and if you're not careful, even prop.

And I have not do it anymore.

Yesterday I made a professional visitilla (me in my profession) at a time very early on which gave me no time or stop by the office, so I let my offspring in school and Luisi pulled toward my client's home. It was raining profusely and radio warned of traffic jams and pools of water everywhere even mine, but nothing, I like driving, and I thought it was a challenge as any. In the second two did not see or cake because everything was blurred. I activated the stream of hot air for window, which in other cars (Vernon, Grison) I have no idea where he is, but mine and at this point, yes. But I still did not see or cake. I ran my hand through the windshield on the inside (obviously) to get a little window and hand rapier I was black then did not know where to put it. Gray sponge and sponge these fog continued even darker gray and the glass was the same in pig. Finally I had to drive with the windows down (the two) because neither the mud inside or outside the let me see the posters and do not know how, because I can not specify or what sign or did not see how, without knowing has ended up stuck in the middle of M30 (never far from my objective) of a mile per hour during a time clock that is what it took to walk a path that was to see was the room. Finally I decided I better get to my goal shed that Baracaldo for example (hey, it has to be a beautiful place, but it was not the day to go because I had other plans ...).
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This morning was not motorized, and after leaving my child at school (the regular cast), I continued the special delivery to your home. And again did not see or cake, sometimes because of the sun, and others by the cold mist and the smear that my Luisi taken inside. But as I did this because I used more or less, unless it rains like it I do not care. But the Inti, the theory that the shrinking washing vehicles are not used to so much stress just lifted, and after deformation of the door handle of the uncontrolled pressure of his fingers, very seriously advised me that Lenin to wash it. But I tell you that neither of those going to. Because

a few days ago, the Inti also left Vernon (still sleeping here on my street with their eyes rather sad) as a replacement vehicle to a companion star that had its own car unwell and admitted to a workshop. The companion star and used it the very thing I thought when Inti gave me my first, that the prudent thing for his health was clean. But this fellow is seen to be much more expert than I, and decided to leave it far more aseptic professionals not knowing details of the life of the owner (God, what you've seen these people in so many cars, I do not imagine ...). So when a couple of days then put it back where it was parked in my neighborhood, the car shone so much that myself before passing it took me three days to see him.

Anyway, last Sunday, went down to the shop Rosi (a colmao in my neighborhood that is open daily and has everything, like a Chinese store, but managed by a woman in the country, mostly Vicálvaro) to find bread crumbs and pan without scratching for a family Cocidito to be held in a couple of hours in my house (the breadcrumbs is to fill, which leaves me very rich). And Rosie always has everything that this time is missing. Crisis did not: I looked in my pockets, I found the key to Vernon, and thought, "Well, look, I give it a vueltilla and I approached the gas station that always has everything." Distracted

minding my own business and I approached the car. Put the key in the lock. He chas, chas. I opened the door, put the first foot (and it was the right) inside the car and as Vernon is very broad, no mat on the floor of the driver because it is always moving and it rolled to the pedals, then hit a bestial patina Spaghetti me improvise a brutal and amazing that I almost pulled over the other passenger door. Fortunately it was closed and held me. But the coup that Lenin gave me.

And it turns out that professionals have an oily spray that serves to make the plastic surfaces shiny and new and smelling clean, and we see that these professionals were of the thorough and applied by all the plastic parts of Vernon without letting either one, that is like saying all unless the car upholstery. Total

I visitilla today I have a routine to the gynecologist and I am not able to separate the legs to put on the rack: Holy Virgin! the strain I have in the part where the legs meet the grace of my sudden watermark to enter the car. And I explain I see my gynecologist that my injury is not the result of idle boasting, but my guilt and hiperlimpio requeteculpa a car, because although I well know more than enough and I have it tattooed on my subconscious and to the remains, that cars should not ever clean the inside, there are plenty of ignorant people who have not yet discovered.

(ps!, Joseph B, this text is less than two pages).

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Post Irmangston extra edition. I'm a little confused because I do not know if I missing something or is that I am particularly awkward.

these days I'm eating breakfast (which is the time that I heard the news via radio) with the news of Muslim girls expelled from school for wearing the Islamic headscarf and with successive gatherings of those who say about his recent reinstatement.

is assumed that the reason is that this is a secular country with a secular education (for Lenin to stalk me) and that therefore children must attend school without them the non-denominational religious signs outside them tick. Something like a day of reflection perennial election in which no party can boast of a vote by staff.

I do not understand very well that the child can not attend school with an Islamic veil that covers her head, but hundreds and hundreds of schools all over Spain are managed by women (where nuns) cuebierta head by Christian touch, habits or gentlemen Catholics if they are monks or Roman collars or robes directly if they are priests.

Vaaaale, accepting boat, I think this country is that we have free choice of cole attended by our children, and if this girl wants to flaunt her religion cole go to a Muslim and not a public . But see, in this country there is little sprouts Muslims and there are Ceuta, Melilla or the big cities. In this country the cabbage is crafted from licensed, and I still remember the posh modern macrobarrio where I lived before I change my marital status and economic, that he had not a single ambulance, not a single school, and when ten years later of construction, planted a school for the entire district, it was one run by the Warriors of Christ the King through the mediation of our former mayor Ursuline Alvarez de Manzano.

I do not know how will the education of other areas, but in Madrid the public is the rotting cole attended by all those who can not afford an education a little better, and is colored immigrants cuajadito each nationality and some with little or no command of Castilian. In one of these sprouts located in Lavapies, last year had one sick child from starvation because the parents could not afford the cost of room nor time to collect them from 0:30 to three is the time that school children eat in the capital, and feed them at home. In conclusion these children did not eat MONDAY TO FRIDAY. The food at school could be superfluous and thrown away, but kids would not eat, because you could not make an invidious and feed some children already taking other free. Claaaaro, it would be that, a Despiporre, no sir, equality for all, which is important in a democracy. Well, not everywhere, including Spain, the differences and inequalities of economic power brand forever.

This country is secular, so the child can not attend class with veil. But until year public colleges have been offering Catholic religion class. That kind of ethics were an option because it was a battle with religious spheres in this country (Spain / Catholic religion). This year offered citizenship education is still another media battle that why.

Meanwhile, this country celebrates Mass State confessional broadcast by English TV, is a royal wedding (the next head of state if nothing remedied, the representative of the secular people ...) to a state funeral soldiers killed in action ....

I heard that it is required immigrants integrate with the host country, but how much I think you live the diversity and variety of colors and flavors, I think that is what is above all a double standard. If you ask a Muslim girl of such wall crucifix around his neck, not even no one would watch it again. No, I think paranoid is just asking to return to turn Spain into an Al-Andalus, that those who ask another conquest, and we, I do not touch their noses with the veil that is demeaning to women and discriminated because holy virgin (and never brought better) than the same even and well treated, with God above all, Christian nuns, and I have not heard anyone complain about it, not surprisingly, or indignant, or ask them to remove the touch even when they go to secular public school to study teaching. And is that other positions to address inequalities and grievances, better to focus on funding issues in tissue or remove or to claim if you are sticking to the strawberry tree is a bear or a bear ... I resent more the lack of freedom that some women without a scarf to decide their own future professional, personal, emotional, sexual ... Anyway, hallucinate a little.