Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Where Can I Buy A Nimrod Tent Canvas?

POST DATA (IDENTIFIED IN THESE TIMES, AND IS THE TROPOCIENTAS ...)

Have you seen those curtains Channel Four in which people have the minideseos?. I do, and as it so happens that wishes walked on, and also of all sizes, from maxi to mini, I take this forillo with all the nose to give vent to one that eats me by these dates.

Here it goes: Gentlemen

toy makers, administrators Marvel gentlemen, please, for charity, a bit of dignity when it comes to making money. Stop playing with the dreams of adults and beyond, when designing their tools to realize the illusions cruelly children, have account of their parents: You can not imagine, develop and put on the shelves of supermarkets cabezones plush dolls that simulate bad virile, stalwart, brave and always Agerre Spidermans, hair singing children's songs from "On the farm of Pepito , ia, ia, or ". It is degrading and insufferable, and personally I'm still reeling from the shock of the DISCOVERY, I am not yet able to look into the eyes of my Spider on my bedside table left without feeling embarrassed some itching. For pulling, you're told.

And the thing is not short, you already know my phobia of white space, here I add some mythical phrases from the movie a Good Woomer, (I enjoyed the other day while napping on my couch):

- "If ever we are guided by the opinions of others, what we own?". Helen Hunt perfidious stray bullet to the yeast and naive Scarlett Johanson.

- ".. And here's an example of the triumph of hope over experience" (luckily, I'd say). Cynical Lord and Pass-Year 1 to Year Lined Lord Cynic and 2, when the latter tells the first his intention to marry and wanted the splenic Helent Hunt, owner of just only two assets: a total shame and a reputation unforgivable. And I

Here's another question left has intrigued me to see if someone can enlighten the darkness of this question in which I am immersed:

- If everyone agrees to say that having sex leads to beneficial effects on the skin, you relax, soften and smooth, why do the women practitioners of religious orders (nuns), celibate they all have very thin skin and fine kaolin?. That

Merry Christmas to all, and pulls, to drink in moderation, that it is only responsible for yourself and victim of his own ridiculous, but a little consideration to the good people willing to drag these titled owners to their homes and do everything possible to get them out of deep coma, those who do not drink, even by prescription, by now we walk tad perplexed, not to mention exhausted to drive to the many thousands through the deserted streets of Madrid ( cachis me with the "today for you ...", the day to tomorrow is going to find out you all!).

PS: Have you seen? FINALLY I WAS SHORT!

Monday, December 24, 2007

Is Pokemon Platinum On Vba The Same

ANOTHER YEAR OVER, IN THESE TIMES, THE QUEEN AND ME ...

We're in chapel, now is the night No, we've lost the lottery like every year, all meals eaten group all drinking drunk (I do without alcohol, which happens to be much more harmful than the con, because I will say that other liquids can be consumed without popping for twelve hours continuously, I'm still burping up the soiree two days ago), and we are already prepared everything we can, with all the prescriptive approaches done well prepared for the celebration of yore .

This year I celebrated the holidays in meditation and family (because New Year's Eve is something else) with my girl by my side as a new (last year it held my little girl to see father and me at the Irish) and I have been caught the eyes of their children's enthusiasm convinced the children to live differently. So naive, my preconceived ideas about peace and the illusion that fill the hearts of children, I have become one to enjoy from the new perspective these celebrations that my mid-thirties and caught me a tad trite and unbelieving. So I bought a Bus to dive into the city (which is impractical with a car at this time) and never miss a blip, not a cortilandia nor anything. And I must tell you that today I write from the bed, exhausted, trying to mend the date specified for my preparations and hormonal treatment have been about ready to kill me and leave me out of the game for the shrimp cocktail, the couch and marisquiño . First

say that, I think, I suspect, I sense that the world's children are much smarter than we think, and it is no longer to know all the Kings are the parents (would it be more accurate to say the mothers?) is that they care less than zero persons carrying out the distribution of gifts on the shoes, which want is the Noah's Ark Play Mobile on the agreed date, the time agreed upon in the place of delivery established. Point. Because, of course, how many times a year you fall and hit a child because it is, an average that ranges from four to tropocientos gifts all together and top each amount to sixty eurazos?. For one or none. How to get exquisite with the name of the dealer!. If you say that, in case, and this is all a sign of intelligence, my girl walks lately paying exquisite attention to all members of that venerable old men prolific generation of elderly, especially those who wear long beards, (reducing the population almost exclusively to the socially excluded, which abound in both frames malls mandatory these days, and the Inti not that time has become very old and also has recently stopped shaving, I do not know, you look and ultimately gives me a dead air Fernan Gomez, how capricious the subconscious!). And she looks, and looks at me and looks, and I wondered whether we would give them something, like a thousand euros, for it must go bereaved thinking that they can be good and wise men, and detached, because otherwise, like they do not leave the accounts. Also check out quisqui questioning all that is down the street, and this is not new, because she has always been the most sociable, what is new is that he has changed his standard greeting of "hello" to another "Happy Holidays "is making me wonder if Gallardón should not ask me the subsidy, because it seems a proper element of the Christmas season set by the council.

In order that these new eyes and will have made me see things from another perspective, and also introducing me to a world that until now had not paid the enough attention. For example I am able to establish a ranking of the worst jobs in the world at this time.

For example last Friday, and delivered twenty-first day parole to all offshoots of the world to enjoy his twenty days of vacation, my sister and I, we got up early to finalize the arrangements such that a child of six, nearly seven years, can not receive live. After leaving the school made a skewer to attend the soiree (something like the business lunch or colleagues, as an infant, concerted and cock), go borrow the English Court, perfumery section shall validate the efforts aimed at feminine elements oldest of our family troupe. There, after enduring hours of queuing, we began to sympathize with the girls smiling impeccably made up and sprayed us again and again with all the aromas of love and luxury with flashy firms left to air the entire world. Those who did not carry jars of essences, listening and showed patients and showed different versions with different shapes and little variations of the same liquid. And then watched him and then wrapped so delicately and deliberately, that a hundred times I came to remind the clerk Mr. Beam of the film Love Actually. When I finally put the sticker "Happy Holidays El Corte Inglés" what is that a (There was no one in this plant, what things) would have acquired had been transformed into a work of art, worthy of any thin film props. This is liquidated. And we went to Carrefour, I naively thought that it works so sacrificed the kind of English Court clerk. Carrefour

But if it was gruesome. We went there to settle the matter paternal only male member of my family (because my cat does not count, that is not blood.) I discovered this year shocked the good hams bring a kind of cover that seems racket, with its handles and all that you allowed to carry comfortably. Maybe this accessory is not new, but already I want my be much more informed about the exciting world of five jacks, lo and behold it is unfortunately not the case. Finally, in the Carrefour and suffer no more than necessary, we headed to nail it: a computer plant for agencies a backpack laptop. Remaining three, two and a discrete phosphorites blacks. Containing my impulses, we did this, more appropriate for a business meeting a respectable business manager, I do not know why the others. The object in question had no case, bag or labels, but we did not care, because the thing is chunga this year's theme, and even laptop bags were gone in the IC, were not to put too many snags. We went to the box, almost fell asleep while we waited to be touched. We touched. And they could not collect it because it had no bar code. The nicest cashier called the manager line of boxes, on their skates her very willingness to attempt to locate the "computer." She spoke over the intercom, and nothing, responded from all over but the department requested. Forty-five minutes after I had gone to ground, had located a phosphate, the same model with different color, the skater had deduced that the prices were different, the computer still does not appear, the tail the case of our friendly cashier organized to mount virtually walked the picket line and were about to locate a construction fence to throw on the conveyor belt. When the blood was within an ace of reaching the river, only then is when the computer appeared to confirm that yes, the color was more expensive discrete and disappeared with the excuse of looking for the product reference. Another fifteen minutes later, when I myself, now if that if I became the person most zen of the world, was on the verge of collapse with bloodshot eyes, reappeared computer, with genitals that I judged the size of the mythical horse Espartero because I did not escort or anything, pulled the old paper on the box and the same is pyrogen. The cashier went by the code reader, appeared the same price of phosphate backpack, and pulls, taps went my sister and me to the car because we were late to the supply of sprouts in my daughter's school. But this job if I felt crappy, crappy and not the English Court that suddenly looked like a spa. Ignorant

to notices of radar and speed limitations are placed back to village, mostly on roads surrounding the schools, which are smaller than in other streets, as if they knew that cars with children arrive always later than those which carry adults, riding the same menda like a Raikonen driving a road from an airport taxi, we not only on time if not a little before, when the doors were still closed and parents and grandparents (which proliferate much more at this time) looked like a vicious bull splintering the pole against the bullpen gate. The poor janitor watched from swallowing the glass door, by donning his cap, biting the beak of the crutch and collecting the full value of the world to come to the gate and open it. Finally, leaving it to the Virgin and All Saints, proceeded, completed the task and pulls, all picked up our heirs out cuajaditos of crafts, gifts and invisible friend morgueras plump for chocolate frosting. We

, original and all decided it was the first day of vacation, and since my daughter was in town for the holidays, and especially too, as it was the time it was, we were crippled and did not have iota of desire to work a little more, we went to Burger King (at McDonalds take to return, so unfortunate is my memory) and Case liquidábamos lunch box. ERROR, from here I say it, THE WORST MISTAKE IN THE WORLD.

turns out that the twenty-first day of vacation not only gives the infant children, no, to adolescents, and how to shut this playful Gallardón recreational Temple Square is the trafficking of adolescents, and put the entire city police control the non-exercise of the bottle, "For where was everyone? Huh? Where?. In the Burger King in Goya street from here and I demand that I return the bottle and the destruction of street furniture as a double favor to the citizens of a certain age of these Madriles. Indeed. I live in a neighborhood of that popular saying here all girls dress like Bratz, I think about and imagine all like that. But there is another model in the posh neighborhood, which is Charlotte Casiraghi (excuses, now I place no While hache and I have no desire to document for a little ditties like that). The Burger King was revosar of Charlotte and Andreas, all in a single file and calling one reason that I say, if they are in a group, do not you can order everything all at once?. No, because the issue of the weekly pay is not unified, and they must be ordered Big menu with everything, even a clock, and others who do not pass the Tenders and the glass of tap water but, after Tommy Hilfiger invest in is not or for extra potato. The picture was bleak, but to see who is the cute girl who brings six years of a hotbed of junk food when it has crossed the gates. I do not, I'm not that strong.
Total
that now I'm able to say that the list of worst jobs in the world on Christmas eve are: 1 .- Assistant
counter of Burger King
2 .- Assistant Carrefour box
3 .- Assistant perfumery of English court.

Which leads me to think that one must always be wary of any work as set forth beginning in Assistant. That said, I will say that while I sympathize with them, even worse punishment seems to me to be a customer of each and every one of them, in strict reverse order and all on the same day.

Anyway, Happy Holidays to all and for the whole year, and from here, my best wishes to the world global. We we see around the corner.



Thursday, December 13, 2007

Brazilian Waxing In Santa Barbara

OF RECYCLING

is a fact that what one (or one) broken, another (or other) takes advantage. How many times have we eyes widened with relief after a shake Rollet and / or partner that we felt the most firecracker and discover the many volunteers (and / or voluntary) that are provided to stick the small pieces of wreckage happy and to be the nail that kick back?. I myself have collected a few basurillas outside (metaphorically and literally, but with love and respect, yes, the dejante relieved and the new caught, or otherwise) and I myself have made available a few more of the same.

Anyway. The fact is that without me lately and trying, I have been in the position of having to rummage through various wastes from the own-family size, to the industrial size of McDonalds and all the cases I have caught a world of what we pulling. What are the discarded remains underrated! If everything you say, one not known as much for its acts and for its intimate trash! . The first time

review remains as happened to me in my own house, which certainly goes elastic lately, and to my delight, is that it fits everyone. For whatever it says la Caixa, is that if it is true that they normally eat one and a half at this time we fit up to twelve adults for dinner, and where he usually slept one large and one small, can sleep up to three large, one large and one small. My room has become an independent republic which house my sister and my other sister almost Olgui, with its grid via inflatable mattress, with its huge wicker basket brimming with sweets of all kinds, like shopping, that neither the very Little Red Riding Hood (a put) could drag into the house of his grandmother without the help of a trailer and a sign that the vehicle Longo signposted but having my daughter and my cat flying in their environment by living in constant ecstasy. They, with their hours indecent sleep and insomnia-fighting glued to the channel of Big Brother and a stun galore that take them away to extend the Charleta until all hours of the morning. Them with their tiny baby clothes in size 36, which make me look at my other scale. As cielotas them coverage pa 'to.

The fact is that my house has changed its rate elastic, and now we turn to shower, divisions of tasks and fulfillment of the type that when I get home, one finds a rich cooked couscous (and not as cold Tuper standing glued to the counter) and conversation and laughter on the sofa. We also have thousands of boats colorful gel and shampoo, a thousand creams, toothbrushes of all colors and steadily filling bags of trash that goes to a minimum and often overflowing daily.

But in life there are other things that are not so easy to solve and coordinate or provide much satisfaction. One of them is the sharpening eye pencils. These pencils seem to have a single use, because the purchases, use them, you eat the point, and the herds to almost get you eyes. Arriving at this point, you can throw them away. The other option would be to try them out tip is much more desperate, because you put in the razor, you proceed to turn, and before reaching the acceptable length of mine is broken, has been in the sharpener and there is no way remove there, because it seems stuck with loctite. O yes, get out of the cacharrillo after three quarters of an hour and fifteen different tools, and still circling the pinturilla dogged her in the top left inside and eat you in chips. At the end you have to pull the pencil but now the size of an inch and a half, and a sharpener.

However this occurs less expensive pens and brand (because apparently the expensive price included in a previous workshop which teaches them to behave), such as Christian Dior, which come with a highly sophisticated system of sharpener full of little pieces and gadgets that crowd the rebel against the blade and pull out bold tip of cacharrín in the unlikely event that dared to let her inside, and just hold it all burrs. I have only a sharpener of these and I keep it under lock and key and all my love and gratitude, that my child can not commit the terrible and understandable error to use with their wax Manley.

Anyway Puenteros on Thursday last week was almost pulling me the eye with a pencil of the flights, when I decided to take a chance to sharpen. I pulled out of the sharpener sacred box and headed to the trash can proceed, and arregladita and cute, very well aviada to go carousing in case of liquidation of the eye. I opened the lid of the bucket, and running very cleanly I unveiled a fantastic tip. Satisfied, I checked my gem grinder and oh, Lenin! I saw mine and chip remains stuck in the sacred blade. I dropped the pen on the counter and gently proceeded to disarm the utensil cleaner obstinately insisted on not leaving. And with far less delicacy I forced the issue to blow up the gadget in question and all eight achiperris tiny embroidery needle sizes that make up the complex mechanism of the pencil sharpener () which fell without compassion shared between the two stock overflowing garbage, the plastics and metals and organic material (because the matter a little fine penguins at the poles, who neither eat nor are feathers, but nevertheless, recycle). I stood there stunned me until my own tears me out of my own introspection (is that I'm hormonal and I'm being the most sensitive).

I set the bags used and two new ones on my kitchen floor and proceeded to transfer little shit for little shit to give to each of the filthy pieces so you can wash them and overcome them in his house sharpener. In this experience I discovered that my family, drink a huge community house (not me that my medication will not let me), who smoked a huge community (not me that my medication will not let me), we eat muchíííííísimo (of course) and we opened a lot because the bag was full of labels and purchase tickets (I confess that my medication is fully compatible with this deplorable and harmful habit.) I also noticed that nobody is entirely clear if cigarette butts are organic or plastic material and / or metals.

Finally, an hour later, after smelling soap to wash my elbows and my mash well painted, I barreled towards retirement with my girl, my syster with my Olgui and two other girls from the age of Olgui same mine that had been scrounged. The plan was to spend a childhood imbued with the spirit Christmas this time, or what I call a full, puppets and small boats in the Retiro, Mc Donalds and films for children.

But alas! How different plans are when designing to when consumed!. Retirement input was packed, and the tail to mount in small boats came very nearly to Móstoles. So we skip the eating plan and we are carrying pipes a little the next, that of McDonalds. There, after twenty-five tails, the first one to ask basic, another twenty-four to change the Danonino by gelatin, water for Coke with nothing (no calories, no caffeine), to ask for another straw that previous has fallen, ask for more ketchup than what he has given us not come to ask for mustard ... hour and a half later, we put order piling wreckage and debris and more debris on the six trays, ready to travel to many other container. For this you also need experience, technique and have a good strategy. Ours was Olgui with girls, with coats, bags, with bags and covering the rear. I travel with a rate of one per tray and left everything on the table, including my daily newspapers and my cell phone Bisbal. Between the second and third trip girls porphyry crumbled to get permission to go to the pool balls. Between the third and the fourth Olgui leafing sometimes sharp eye to the newspaper, other balls (the pool, to my knowledge), between the fourth and fifth hole was Olgui a lady kindly asked to pose your inbox site and sat eating his hamburger chair. Between the fifth and last Bisbal my phone was gone.

And when it was obvious that I was neither in purse or pocket, either in surroundings that you may hear when my Olgui called me, took what was the most obvious truism: that he had thrown away along the remaining contents of some of the trays.

After queuing across from Mc Donalds at a time twenty-six, I noticed a kind lady who worked there, that by mistake with the remains thousands of our meats, servant, which is tad inattentive, had poured into the container size bag neighboring community, its own mobile phone model Bisbal, and that if did not involve too much trouble , a servant same again, I would very much any effort that would be made in order to recover. The nice young lady smiled at me, I accompanied the size trash bag neighboring community, and smiling even more (if not containing the laughter) I said the bag, and said, "you can look yourself."

There I was, a Thursday bridge, in the Atocha McDonalds to overflowing during rush hour, stirring the most common garbage Madrid in order to find my phone. I took out half-eaten burgers, chips, drink, Happy Meal dolls Bee Bee Movie stars of the film (one of which served to replace the one my daughter had lost), to diapers ... Albal paper sandwich, a bottle of ketchup on the great Anything from home ... unimaginable, except my phone. (Snif, snif, "who was going to say" to me that would end up longing for a Bisbal). Total

, and a long story that McDonalds Gentlemen, anytime you see fit, it is questionable gave me to offer a complete statistical products more and less successful ones among its varied, all depending on what customers discarded after being swallowed whole, or rather half. My friends of the soul, you can go when you feel like calling me and you may have a while for me to be recovering all your phone numbers now rests in the hands of some unscrupulous thief.

And everyone else, I beg you to be vigilant and careful what you cast garbage, because with the run that led, eventually, to me to review.



PD1: Thanks to the friendly passerby on the street (which no scaffolding, no star apparently) yesterday, while I was passing by the square of Lavapies after returning from a funeral, was kind enough to broach a compliment rude, including such well-executed and painful head turned against chirimbolo frontolateral stamp paper. I'm so grateful that this leading event I've noted in my diary with love, just in case it were your last, you hear, you never know, and Mendes will no longer thirty.

PD2: Thanks to others that you have followed my blog interesting for this period despite my absence.

PD3: Kisses to Olgui, Ada, Monica, Maite ('bread basket!) To Cosita (ra, ra, ra) and Therese darling, we love you and I more.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Remigiusz Banaszczak Gliwice

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 ...