"The valet as you expected, because I meet the challenge following a conversation with Fabrinat this will be a mere formality. So I'll meet you on the Mont-Cassel at midnight as Master Larry, after long meditation in a holy place, clean and told me that Stargate was in the grotto of St. Maroille. This will allow us to cross a large part of our journey to visit us the peak of the Himalayas.
As you know after traveling the world to find a solution help me, despite the various incentives and training from Master Larry and Fabrinat is there that we find the fullness of the solution and reasoning.
I met Pica, the ringleader Atyla whose reputation is more to do with his fellow chief Fanny and using camps Mich who know what they speak. According to them, we need closer Nountch which according Guayver Mac would have the code to activate the Stargate.
I forgot to tell you, takes only the bare essentials because from Mac to clear the Stargate it will be in the nude, in disgrace, with the hindquarters elevated and apricot tight. So not worth cumbered with your vanity and your cart that hooks you behind your bike to go hunting for mushrooms. According to Pica
the ringleader Atyla whose reputation is going to take us Nountch given a code of 7 rafters it will operate with caution because if a mistake in this or that flatulence through the Stargate, according to Chief Pica we would be lost in the maze of hell (even fear). So
atop the Himalayas a man waiting for us and it Daivid that according to a Marine veteran who taught him survival techniques at sea by hanging at the top of one of 7 masts of his yacht and has survived but sounami that is another story.
So there, after 3 H 7 min 2 years 369 days and theoretically, we should be free of nicotine. But some people maldisantes insinuates that, following a minor weakness of health from you, it could jeopardize the challenge.
According Pica Atyla the network leader whose reputation is second to none, so the challenge is not raised and According to the head chef Nath, your motorcycle exhibit coming into my room. This will be a pleasure !!!!!!!!!! The head chef Nath has already planned to repaint the kitchen color, add hooks to put its planters and grow beautiful daisies.
So see you tonight on Mont Cassel.
Finally I hope for you, if not tears, will cast on your fat cheeks !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!
30 cm. It was expected. No surprise this morning upon waking. One fear: fetch the boy from his internship. Mild left ... with chains. Manderley, you have snow, that's for sure :-)
I busy myself on my little blog but I play elves Christmas my 10 magic fingers ...
And I make snacks for Christmas with the 6th Segpa ...
And I take a lot of fun with "my" ENAF (students newly arrived in France) and the sentence too. For those who refuse to say a word of French, his mother being subjected to OQTF , we all think he has legitimate fears ... The penalty for K. which is absent, and will remain so for long because it is "back in Bulgaria" ... And J. who, the day after his 16 years went back "to finish his studies" in Turkey (mild euphemism for "A Wedding "...) these children who have just set foot in our country, with hopes that all major we can imagine ... With the heartbreak of leaving what was their life ... With that momentum and fierce desire to learn our language, the application I see them every day, these dazzling progress they are wanting to integrate here. Appeased? No. To be, should they arise / posassent (yes, one or the other, choose whatever you want), serenely. And that they are not always allowed. And I think the young teenager of 14 who returned to France after 7 years of absence, January 78, "political refugee", even though she was born here. But the pain of leaving everything that had made his life for 7 years, friends, daily, first love, uncles, aunts and cousins, father, too, when she came back even known culture. The advantage of dual nationality ... Today, this return would be administratively more difficult than it was at the time.
So I'm angry. All the time. And often sad. To them. I remind my son every day how lucky they are to be born at the right place at the right time. In "good family" (I understand ... you too ... no bigotry or racism on my part .. it's just that my son has a skin color "neutral" and a surname below to awaken suspicions ... the reality of things is what it is, although it is far from our ideal staff)
E I still wish a Happy New Year to my ENAF, hoping to find them every 8 to the return ...
November is the season for snow tires. If you say, not even a single year, that not this time you're going to play double or quits and move back as much as possible when fitting the soft tires, because things are going well, what, you are not yet officially winter anyway ... Well believe me, this game will amuse you once. It was a time when you put more than 2 hours to do 20km and where you almost shit your car under the snow plow came across ... that's it, remember?
this year so it is with an indescribable joy that I saw the flakes falling on Tuesday night. Muffled sounds from outside, white light that pervades the house through the skylight above the bay window of the lounge ... Caulked Wednesday. It was like a Wednesday Sunday: stuck, nothing else to do than watch the snowflakes whirling by knitting mittens. Lézados took their snowboards, snow shovels to sculpt and bumps are mounted in the field above the house, while the Grenouillette and Zebulon literally wallowing in the garden. The cats looked at me with a supplicating air "do something do something!" Asked to leave to better stay on the doorstep. Finally, in desperation, become wedged in by the yellow chair in front of the garden yews milled. One Wednesday a Sunday. Buns home, hot chocolate. Number 2 and jammed his internship Lyceum "Come find me not being there! To send a final text message from an unknown number "is Number2. Lost my phone in the snow should buy one for myself this weekend." And there you chuckling. Yellow. But you chuckling.
And anyway, the next day, think about going to work a bit anyway ... Here we go. It slips a little. We look at the snow drifts, the road étroitisée the unknown landscape. The college almost deserted. There is at least as happy to be able to cool its boots lined Pocahontas (Pocahontas boots ... not ...) that Grenouillette to its famous snow boots ROSES!
And on Friday, has barely they say it will take to recover the boarding Number2 that re-re-guh-tombeuh the nei ... And there, staff room, one console bakes papillottes Revillon by asking the offstage "Kicek-a-pellaneige to clear the cars just now? A text known. "It Number2. The school closes it is released I go with the father of a friend." Still wonder how you will access the parking lot of the nanny to retrieve the frog once my car parking clear of the college, set in the drift of snow plows the town hall (not too thank you guys in the orange vest ... )
FD was live from his college ... which is not secured or can cleanse his car in 2 hours, or be able to recover his frog ... and wonders, with a dozen of his colleagues, they will not spend the weekend locked in with the college students (aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!)
You will not come tonight me cry But my despair falls snow ride Emotionless ...
To you studio ...
PS: no pictures because my phone is only phone but trust me on parole, 60 cm Snow is very beautiful!
I want to go home!
Edit. 18h. Ay, back! Finally, it slows down too badly, snow tires, it is not very well in the turns, for cons, I think ...! Now the sky is pouring everything he willing, I will not emerge until Monday!
Sunday, November 21, 2010 Sure me, I advance rapidly towards the house of Uncle Frank. As a sign of respect and recognition for me, people greet me with a constant consideration. What will follow will certainly not please them. Arriving in front of the mansion TONTON, I start to scream like hell and gives him a challenge.
latter, neither one nor two, sent me a text message indicating that happens to me ... what is this madness, it sends text messages now?
A beardless muscle mass (he shaves or what?) Emerges from the massive front door and shouting insults. Chests, blue slippers and foot hair firecrackers, he just put on jeans and orange cracked to hide his attributes in his superb TONTON ... ...
Taking fear, neighbors lock themselves in their homes. A short lady with her baby in her arms ... All shutters are closed, there is no noise. Happened to my height, he can not help but remember the incident that nearly cost him his life, following a drunken night out together with an orgy of banana ice cream. The eradication outright its brand new toilets in ADAMANTIUM ... I see, the more annoyed. The eyes of ingested blood and prominent cheekbones, the warrior approaches winded ... and drop me in the face rototo a vegetable soup which I dread from Asia. True to myself, I am marble-cons then attack with a caught ball (he no more than one) dodged trouble with it anyway, the pack leader. Feeling threatened, TONTON Falzar and decline are grazing in my book its two loaves ... a smelly gas escapes from his anus, it is too!
STOP, I just want to challenge worthy of a great dignitary. The old warrior is his pants nervously and stomps the ground dusty blinding time. Raising his head, he asked me to challenge what I'm here to piss on a Sunday afternoon during a nap more. My answer, he knows his broken fuse and ... OK, to stop smoking! We our bikes into play ... It will help the ZEN approach, "says a lot when" Master Larry and me by a concocted by the technical culinary Commander NOUNTCHé GUEVARA. Happens when we decide to put a time limit on the stake. Confident and grin on his face, the "one year" does not have time to get out of its box pie ... I reply expeditiously "ten years" ... it is finished, he falters. Suddenly and without warning, he disappears. In the long term, TONTON is easy to take and his powerful frame not resist, and he knows it.
In an astonishing uproar and astride his famous horse, the old adventurer reappeared. Muscles blindfolded to the extreme, he twirls the big engine ... the front wheel touches me three times and the back seven times. I must confess ... I doubt gnaws guts. How do I have thought for a moment to correct this myth and valiant warlord? Abruptly and thanks to the internship experience to the Mount of cats, a glimmer Hope emerges from the depths of my being, I practice in extremis the warrior dance, the famous Akak!
Red with anger, TONTON spouting words deliberately outrageous, offensive ... offensive, same comers him.
It's over, he lost ...
The challenge is met and will begin from January to my liking, signed letters of blood on a parchment removed on the skin of old and placed in the hands of Master LARRY.
Meanwhile, me and Uncle reconcile us with a good bottle of cider, singing bawdy songs ...
Meanwhile, Master Larry and Michele enjoy their downtime!
No, despite the title, this is not new reflections on life in blended families. But just a glimpse of what a Sunday gives us ... normal Sunday.
- Sunday, Machin is coming we will repeat the sound.
Since the elder son, Beau, and have offered a mini-recording studio with money from their summer work studio in the room of the Elder, the Elder Board of ground floor bay window to the side yard, their "apartments" are full. The positive is that we no longer have to make a Sunday trip across the valley (and it is our great valley, especially if there are also the sides as the two massive nest mates!). By cons, our home, both geographically central and well supplied gear becomes the haunt of those guys. Many fellas, we discover from Sunday to Sunday.
Sunday Lunches are late, the hordes of friends musicians usually begin to break before. Finally, as far as I know ... the lair of the Elder being directly accessible from the outside without further formality, they often arrive without my Be informed. Sweet and I did not formalize, one more in the home does not change much the final number!
Sunday currently has therefore often a few surprise guests ... more when I say "surprise" is that when sitting down to eat, the Elder announced that there Machin who has not eaten, and not tip over and that finally it will set the table on the terrace (a chance, it's nice sunday!) for 6, with their four additional friends. Never mind, I do like my mother did 30 years ago with my friends to me, is known for improvising double table.Quand people are prepared to 7, be prepared for 11 or 12 ... Today was skate wings-lemon sauce, broccoli cream (neither seen nor known broccoli melted into a nice lemon sauce!) With some rice and potatoes for the others. Zou. String together a little nap in the frog, have it sleep in our room upstairs, away from the music studio and let the artists and repeat, compose, sing, strum guitars and (whew, the battery is electronic, thank you new technology!) in peace! Grant itself yourself a little time to rest while listening to the song of the week, before tackling the taste of the horde (3 gallons of pancake batter, or brioche bread machine or a giant chocolate-banana cake according leftover bananas chard) Watch the liters of milk is emptied, the cake or crepes or brioche down in 5 minutes and the horde would return to his lair ...
And when night falls at the edge of the afternoon, landing in front of his computer without scruples, let the sweet deal for ironing and say that tomorrow is Monday and it is time I start doing my soaps to offer for Christmas.
A Sunday like any other ... up next. And the full house, herds of groumpfs to feed, I love it! (It allows me a apart from having the boys in front, and secondly to know who they are attending ... it is cool but it is still Mom!)
that, I'm going to make soaps with cocoa butter scent.
It confirms that our mayor is the twenty-first century rebel! ...
But it also confirms that we do not let go making: the Administrative Court proceeding is ongoing, we are attentive, almost continuously! ...
We do not lose sight of the project led to the creation of this blog, share information on the progress of our implementation, we simply did not plan to go through the box Tribunal .. . All told, it seems that in 2010, it can still be part of France in a construction inspired by the "Dynamic Grenelle" ... Perhaps there will be there to share the lessons of this experience, the benefit of those who would like us to deal with a rebel mayor in the XXI century.
Lil ' Selection of November, ukulele melody With A
Here's a list of songs that I like and I did a search on the word key ukulele site bandcamp.com. - Here's a list of songs that I like, I did a search with the ukulele keyword on the web site bandcamp.com.
Update page Tab , adding the super site FunUke : Ukulele music. You will find on this site accompanied by video tablature, a list of songs very agreeable; quality content, nothing but pearls. - Tabs page updated, I Have Added The excellent web site FunUke: ukulele music . You Will Find There Tabs With videos, a list of very nice songs, quality content ... Full of Marvell.
The result of the 2010 competition EleUke Chalenge . Have a look on page Eleukeusa.com there are 8 videos rewarded. - The result of The 2010 EleUke Chalenge . Go to this web page Eleukeusa.com , There are 8 videos rewarded. Grand Prize Winner - "King of the Hill" Best Overall Video Winner - "Crowd Favorite" most traffic YouTube: views, ratings, comments, etc. ...
This week is a little party on the ukulele group SoundCloud ; we currently 4 new songs! Cool, thank you all! - This week Is A Little Party is ukulele group SoundCloud And We Currently have 4 new songs! Coo, thank's at all! - The last song came from the group ukulele is the Answer Sheet below: - The Last Cam From The ukulele group SoundCloud Is The Answer Sheet below: Stay, Leave by Answer Sheet
Simple recipe, unpretentious three chords (Em, Am, B7) to play quickly and easily. Without taking the head just for fun! Make it what you want, change the pace, add chords ... Put back your videos in the heading comment if you want ;-). - Simple and unpretentious recipe; Three chords (Em, Am, B7) to have fun, and Easy Quickly, Without nightmare! Do What You Want With It, Change the rhythm, add chords ... Then, submit your videos In The heading if you wish ;-) how
long time ago ... very long time I had in mind, envy, a ticket on our reconstruction. Micro buttons pointillist I mentioned here and there. Of some, a little of others, not at all certain and probably not the point. The trigger is now in response to another post elsewhere that will recognize the author.
We have no instructions. Because there is no manual. It does not exist. Lorsqu'éperdus love the sweet and I've realized that the newspaper with the other became vital, the question arose of ... CHILDREN another. Them together. Them with us. We are with them. Home with their parent. These are all relationships that change, because the choice of 2 adults. They must integrate nilly another adult every day ... other children ... another type of relationship with their parent "rearranging".
We began by quietly weekend together ... then holiday ... We looked at each other, our new love, interact with our offspring, our love visceral. We watched her offspring, her loves, in relation to ourselves. few false notes. Mini. Minute. Inevitable. Because we do not rebuild from scratch but from personal stories kaleidoscopes, circles and squares, still glowing embers on. And we also rebuilt with that of En-face as we call it here. The Other Parent. Ex. Rarely harmless. But to be honest, the former must be said of us.
Here are 3 boys on one side and a girl / another boy who were called to reign spider spider to live together. Almost the same age. 13 to 5 years. That right now, I realize now that chance we had, oh mysterious alchemy, have agreed as thieves. All were sunk without too much difficulty in the new group, thus taking a new position in the sibling. Became an elder 3rd, 4th and the 2nd one a boy who had a sister recovered three younger brothers, a baby of three became youngest of 5. Before being welded all alike with the birth of a sister town.
Since the birth of my eldest, his father and I were in deep disagreement over child rearing. I watched Sweet with hers. I watched it with my own. I doubt he did the same, it's fair game. I liked his way of being a father. I'd do not feel the courage of everyday life, to entrust my children again to someone who would have had a different design. Too much energy and annoyances that I decided to pass me. Love but not at any price. Punish for the same things. Rein alike. A level of patience and tolerance similar. If not simultaneous, at least alternatively, to compensate for the hardships of the other. By identical paths, bring all our children become adults. We see the world the same way. It's relaxing. Very. We spend our energy to something else. Together. Not against each other. Never. It is a luxury. And it is not the annoyances external missing.
Without this prerequisite starting long ago that our marriage would be over. And the utopia of stepfamily have gone down with. Love alone is not sufficient to pass all the big snakes like anacondas. Alas.
Membership of children? If we saw them live peacefully holiday, it was not clear so far they are willing to share their lives with another adult known as the parent. Remonstrances and affection they accept this stranger. Who they are, do we require of them, obedience and respect. Who takes the place of the absent parent and forces them to disloyalty, they believe.
The stepparent is not a parent, did not have parental authority (no no, he did not "they" talked about but it remained promises. .. who are those people who believed ) did well, every day, no right to sign the words of the absence or exit permits in the tagboard; in theory has not even allowed to pick up the child in the infirmary of the college or permanently if no longer valid ... in theory has no place at meetings between parents and teachers. Can take him to hospital in an emergency but can not get him ... You think it is practical, in this case! Fortunately, in the practice of real life, our interlocutors are often smarter than the theory. Being
stepparent is the school of humility. Accept it, legally and officially, to be nothing for the child who is co-student as his own, who are given the affection that we feed, we dressed, we lug around extra-curricular activities and evenings with friends. Nothing. Accept in case of separation no longer exist for that child, regardless of affection and kinship. Being a stepparent is a school of humility. To love is to accept "below cost", even just to receive ingratitude and contempt. Whatever. This job who wants it. It will challenge and question time ... It's guilt every day. It means accepting that the relationship's companion / girlfriend and her children are different than those he tied with ours. Since we also practice the reverse. It's their park their common history. Live and build together it's not erase the past of each. And believe me, when divorced two decide to live together there in the trash not only children but also the respective former, new in-laws (is not it, Cellequisereconnaitra ?), Friends (or future ex-friends ...). This is clearly a household at the beginning to 4
:-) As long as the sauce does not take that the current does not flow between the child and the stepparent, the case was stillborn. Or almost. Relations have been tense at once (for less) with my stepdaughter. I tried stuff. And widgets. And other things. it could only come from me because I was the adult. So it was always mine and mine alone to make the effort. I thought. I bought and read a plethora of books. Revenue presumptuous sometimes. Suggestions often. I enrolled in forums, I read the other long. I read the book by Dan Franck ( Children ). And then I ended up sending all waltz. I did as I felt. As I was. Come what may. To give up. We do not drink a donkey etc..
There is no recipe. There is no experience that serves to friends. And in recent years I am saddened to see that sometimes our friends-often recomposed eventually "break" again. Or almost. leaving them as the thin thread of lovers. More vacations together. That cohabitation is not really one. Painful characters who pass each link. That if they can avoid each other in a big house. A dream that is fading. Because some members did not want this dream. I note with sadness when recomposed with teenagers, or pre-teens, without generalizing but from what I've seen, it does not stick. Too late? Bad timing for these children? Bad karma? Maybe.
with us either, as elsewhere it has bonded with the teen. Time has passed, the teenager became an adult now and even if there is mutual respect and affection while retaining remains for me the frustration of missed appointments, these empty years of aborted links that we could build. Our relationship was the opposite of what it is between his younger brother and me. Everything is so fluid and easy between us.
is a bet, the stepfamily. It's a risky bet. This is playing with loaded dice often means playing by the rules on which we have little control. It is giving a lot of energy, ability to dream, of course. With a result that decoding eludes us.
I wish courage, selflessness, humility infinite recomposed all current or future. Because there is no foolproof recipe and on the craft the book is given a thousand times.
Because nothing is ever won. Nothing is not forever lost.
I discovered this week Jeff Lang, from reading the excellent review Guitar Unpluged . This guy is awesome, a voice and play the guitar great. A very rich repertoire of blues, folk and psychedelic rock although sometimes, a real joy to listen. I just bought and then listen to his latest album " Chimeradour ", 14 tracks to allow loop ;-). - I Discovered this week, Jeff Lang , Reading the excellent review Guitar Unpluged . This guy is awesome, a voice and play The Guitar great. A very rich songbook of blues, folk and psychedelic rock although Sometimes, a real happiness to listen. Bought And Then I just listen to His latest album " Chimeradour ", 14 tracks to allow loop ;-). - To listen to these songs, here is his MySpace page . It is shot in France and Spain at the moment, dates are on website . - To listen to songs thesis, here Is His MySpace page. He Is in France and Spain at this time, The dates are on website.
Meb interviewed on the show "The deaf ear" on CIBL Radio Montreal. With bonus and live; Little Miss song from the album "Outside", in ukulélé ;-). - Meb interviewed for the show " La sourde oreille" on CIBL Radio Montreal . With a bonus, in live; the lil' eponymous song "Dehors", with a ukulele of course ;-). Meb CIBL 11/10/2010 by chezmeb
If so, I assure you: strangers like me, wish me well and often even willing to give me a few ungrateful I refuse.
Yes, here I am ungrateful, I became wary and cautious. Before I did not like that. When I say "before" there was ... wow, last time was 17 years ago. No. 18. He gave me a gift: a discount of 2000 F. You realize, F 2000, for a vacuum cleaner which costs 14 000 (you read correctly, 14 000 francs. New francs. No Euros, no. Finally, you understand) 18 years ago I was Croesus: I was preparing for a competition (for the 2nd time but this time, there was no picture I had to have it) and suddenly I was stopped for 3 months to sell my items. My "husband" was working at the time did not and we were as it were ... no income, no matter what. I did not know how to fill the fridge but I would buy a vacuum cleaner at 14 000 francs! 14,000 francs certainly, but a lifetime warranty, the vacuum cleaner! Hey, the deal of the century! vacuum with pollen filter, anti-dust mite and blah, the thing that you turn your living room into white! Filter Queen, it was called. Driving a vehicle you felt like the queen of the household.
short. I bought him a vacuum cleaner. There like this. The box that makes the credit when you have zero income ... any housewife would normally constituted immediately smelled a scam. Bah I do not.
I had to have it, my contest, one month later, in addition to rent (not paid), a new consumer credit ... My first! I always wondered if it's what motivated me. In one month I became a fierce revisions, day or night. And I got my help and I paid my vacuum cleaner for 4 years. And supplies which cost an arm, a kidney and skin of the eyes too. Until than done!
And I vowed never again, but never again never fall into such traps.
Well, now that I've done my coming-out "FD-has-been-a-true-gourd-when-it-was-young" Do not pull on the ambulance. Thank you.
For about a year he does not go one week without my phone rings and the caller asks for me. Or my sir. Same thing.
And, as a friend who wishes me well, this is just a phone call a girl that I recite the text of a draft ... She loves me so much, it took me randomly in the directory and do me a gift ... Yes yes ... she wants me to make money! Do I own my home? I have a roof at 2 or 4 sides? Am I a good sunshine? Well imagine that you're not alone ... on behalf of the Grenelle Environment ( I will not say here what I think .. .), One of their technicians is precisely on our industry to make a diagnosis of what could bring me my sun roof side.
If it is not luck, I do not know.
Nope. There. No. I do not want to make money. But, Madam, you do not want you EDF buys your electricity, it would make you additional income? Well no, I do not want to supplement my income, let alone sell anything to EDF! But Madame you have NOTHING to spend anything, the installation is fully supported by us ( dear reader, if you do not know, the philanthropic enterprise, ask me I will file the address! ) and by state subsidies. Ah, here we are. past few days, I would add that state aid has fallen sharply and then the rest is for my apple, then no, I discuss why I do not want to tamper with my roof is MY roof I do what I want!
One day, a poor girl almost burst into tears, she had not made his quota of appointments for the day. Good apple, I accepted it gives me an appointment with a technician. After all, I have no qualms about putting off intruders who come me. From 19:30 on appointments, not before. And when the man arrived, I told him no, I was not interested and there was a misunderstanding. And no, really, I did not need a free quote, or even a diagnosis for something that does not interest me at all.
Last week, strong yet again have kindly responded to an nth girl on the phone, I found the next day at the entrance to my supermarket, harpooned by the technician. Do you have 5 minutes to give me, ma'am? In not true, but hey, do your job, you're here for, c'mon balance your spiel. We are an established company in renewable energy blah blah blah. We hold a contest and you have the opportunity to earn your solar system. There, I immediately disappointed. I felt right away. Instead of jumping for joy ( you realize, your solar ... offered free gift! ) I'm unmoved. Yes? you're not interested? Well, no ... You may already be a solar ... Well, no ... And it does not interest you? Well, no. And you know? You want me telling you about? Well, no thank you but not nice. Saving energy, save money, protect the planet ... then I stopped ... Ah, because the photovoltaic panel is recycled now? At 90%. Yes. OK, but the remaining 10%? You do not want to protect the planet, do something for the environment, global warming ... Stop, soon you'll make me cry with the penguins who drown because the ice is melting and polar bears that have nothing to eat.
I stood there all alone, I was his nasty nasty day, one that refuses to do something for the planet, one that is not even sensitive to the call money!
Spread the word, FD is no longer the plaything of the talkers of passage!
Even sellers of alarms and security systems, those who knock on our door like vultures after every break made in the district. No thank you. I'm not interested either. No, I'm not afraid of falling in the night face to face with a thief out of my room! No thank you. Yes I know all my neighbors are equipped with alarm systems (solar panels also elsewhere) but no, thank you.
Real Life grabs me, the days are too short, I'm nibbling on my nights, I can not get a quarter ounce of the minimum that I expected.
In real life, outings, cinemas, restaurants and, of friend (s), students (who make me laugh!), Teenagers (mine ...), a husband, sewing, knitting, reading, gymnastics, yoga, steam provided once best friend and I have a niche ...
blogables Full of tips, anecdotes from my 6th Segpa vintage 2010-2011 to the meeting (a big word!) With a seller of solar panels at the entrance to the supermarket ...
Do not move, I ship daily emergency and I come back!