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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!

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New Blog! Sunday Sunny Sunday

Good Sunday to all (in the gray for me)!

It's been a while since I thought about launching a new blog and today I started.

I have not had time to take care of design, therefore, until it looks exactly like this one.

You'll find info on my works (but not the jewelry) and my favorites. A blog, therefore, a little more personal:)

you soon!

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Family Life ...

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.

good week!