Tuesday, April 29, 2008

How To Trade Pokemon Using Kigb

Raig Unforgiven!

Today as I watched the first part of Man United - Barca, I wanted to pee. I guess like watching a soccer match in any England team requires high doses of beer drinking is normal.

I did not know is that my words would influence both the outcome.

Normally when I go pee, and by the way I meet so-and-such and gossip the other, slow and in my absence usually mark a goal.

Today said: Beware, children, I'm going to pee. So, that frame.

gave them no time to ask which team would score the goal because I was peeing and nor was a matter of me waiting.

Back from sink and look at me with a face of hate and say: WHAT ????? Yes, in two minutes or less it took me, Man U scored a goal. I tried to hide the giggles as I entered ... but I think I went well.

all blamed me Manchester's victory and as much as trying to explain that today, precisely, I did not, I believe. In fact at the end, I wanted to win the club. Whether by grief, by good play, or my guilt. But that has not happened.

Once I was super Meona, Barca scored 5 goals against Madrid. I no longer remember that?

All I know is that tomorrow from 20:45 meo no, not enough of wine, which must win for Liverpool.

Final PD English, eh! Hehe;) Yesterday when

Monday, April 21, 2008

Brazillian Womens Soccer Team

No, No, No!

I got home I had a piece of furniture in "my place." I have no parking "official" even though the people on my street and there are 7 houses like much but everyone knows that I parked there so it's ford's vested but not paid. Why? Because to have to walk more than 5 meters and park far from my house, I live in Barcelona.


mess bothers me that things in my parking space, are motorcycles, cars, furniture and / or old toys. The bikes overthrow the ground floor and the cars they skewer the wheels, but the furniture and toys, as he does not want anyone, as far I can throw them into the garden of a neighbor.


Last night was not. It was dark so you have to wait to watch it to see if I have good reason or not, but it seems an almost new and handsome furniture that will count for something, even in winter to warm in the fireplace. So cute was that I called my neighbors, friendly, to help me to enter it in the garage (yes, I have garage but I will not park in my garage if it means getting out of the car to raise the shade, man.) My neighbors, who know me, I said: "joer, aunt, not hours. The things you do to park right in front of your house!" To which I replied politely, as they are friendly neighbors: The furniture is nice, and thanks that was so or not, find it in your garden! ".

Anyway, I do not understand the theme of" junk ". If a particular day to leave the lumber, or at least one system (whether effective or not) have your Acute cleanup day match today. As the disabled or dwarves, if you do not get the container for help or that the city will put a "deposit-disabled-slash-dwarfs." Why can not bear to leave your trash hanging from the container, much they apologize, and then left lying around the park in front of my house because the dogs want to eat your chicken wings ...

And I said: NO, NO, NO. Hehe;)

PS HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WONDERFUL BIG BROTHER xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

What Do Men Think About Italia Blue?

Stop! Stop!

I do not know if from my near-experience with the police the other day, I look deeper into these characters or is pure coincidence but lately I see them everywhere.

say that we women usually like men in uniform. To me, without generalizing, I like men, period. I put a fireman in front and I say: Oh, yes. And if I try a little could say the same for a soldier or a doctor (and I do not usually wear a uniform, bah). But a policeman? The only police that attract me a little without generalizing, it is these that are blue and carry guns too big and Doc Martens-style boots. However, as most often (remove the "tend" not to generalize?) Fat, bald and old do not get me anything. The young do not like me because a lot of sunglasses and chewing gum that adding these two elements often results in: plenty of bravado. But most of all is the uniform does not make me anything. The hat does not help much.

What hat? are telling the readers of my blog. Well, that silly hat they wear. At least the Mossad have left them fatal. In addition, the pants have all the earmarks of being manufactured with a high percentage of nylon.

clarify the issue of my feelings toward the body of the police (do not get involved in their work, that is another issue) I can follow.

Lately I see police group that as much should have 13 years (okay, I'm getting old, and Why?) That meet at a traffic light where I work many days in the afternoon. The first time I saw there I thought they made the crossing as the photo of the family or graduation or something, but no. They're 20 and have two weeks there. I do not know if they are the same because as I usually give giggles, do not look at their faces, but they do "practice of traffic lights."

The practice of turning off traffic lights is the semaphore for a while as the head out (yes, the fat, bald, mustache) is directing the young man (yes, the pimp in sunglasses and chewing gum ) as the traffic is crazy. They learn to drive traffic, I guess. No idea, to hear, but as I get to laugh and I know another way that surely gives more spin, I chose to dissociate themselves sharply from their practices because they happened to see me eat a car because it is not clear and then also to blame be mine.

(do not know if the word "strongly" but I love it!)

Good night and good luck, as would Rajoy ...



Sunday, April 13, 2008

Italian Grocery St Louis Cotechino

Vive la France!

Today I went to France. Well, actually I spent the weekend in the Catalan Pyrenees and I am full of positive energy and such.

The last time I was on the same road in the Pyrenees, a miracle came and it was winter and it started snowing and snowing and the police stopped me in town before "step" Does chains? To which I replied yes, and I innocently gave way. Of course, one thing is to carry chains quite another, to know them, but that's another story ...

As I was saying, we wanted to go to France, and I wanted to know if he still remembered how to ask for a coke, toilet and account. What to ask what was the coke in the car practicing (foreigner-French accent) brings coca cola, coke, coca and said: Oh, I better ask a café olé, but do not drink coffee.

The only drawback is that we were quite illegal for such an event. I had the car so I had a driver's license (I guess), but the other was not wearing anything. My friends said, Europe is free now, borders open and "Vive la France." I replied, and, yes, but if I go to England without a passport but not let me speak to them in an English style la Reina (the Queen being mine, not Sofia) and say that my parents are well known (in my town .) But in the end convinced me because now customs are empty and can pass quietly.
We
. We left the roundabout and was a straight street with the sign of "you're in France" to the right and a police car on the left. Shit. But of course, to turn back or turn had sung a bit so we went no further. We arrived and as he had no map and had been with other friends, decided to stay in the first village.

parked. Thousand parking spaces and four cars. Walked around the town and NOTHING. Not a miserable bar. Neither closed nor open. The only thing I saw was a place open lottery and now that I think, would have bought the Euromillions you sure I would have played. Catalans had some loose out there that I wanted to ask "où est la toilette?" as it was 20 minutes practicing, but in the end piss behind a tree that is more environmentally friendly with the drought that falls upon us.

Without a map and not much time, we decided to return to cross the border but not before deciding the plan: I only speak, uh, if we stop I say "ah, we were in France? It's because I missed so much notice in French and not a single bar. I think we made a mistake exit at the roundabout, is that in this country will never say the right things. To go to Barcelona where I have to throw now? ".

We arrived at the "frontier", the car in front stops and shit I live. Starts and respite. I turn the music off my sunglasses, under the window and I stop. She looks at me, smiled and told me with his hand on!

When we got back to the roundabout, I had the giggles and said: What? Do we go back to France?

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Non Allergenic Lipstick

What eggs! Formulas

some friends if they come home to spend a few days my fridge looks like the mini-Mercadona, not to mention the bowls filled with fruit and crackers and potatoes and everything. Would you like kiwi for breakfast? No problem, I have always kiwi house, of course, yourselves! And so goes the thing super impressed with my fridge (I have two to impress even more).

course, if they are on vacation we will not get to eat dinner at home, right? (At this point, I repeat myself, because I hate cooking). So how much is taken a cereal, kiwi fruit, bread, milk, whiskey, beer and other basic necessities of life and as my purchases are expiring, we are in a bar talking about how wonderful this country and how well they cook.

Marchan and I stay with two refrigerators full of things expired.

What do I do? Well first, I request to "clean up" the basics (ie, the beer and others, who have told me that expired is a super find disgusting) and then try to eat whole fruit and vegetables and then make a puree maxi the blender, but as yet I can not, I put it in the fridge to expire a little more. The meat, if it is not green or a color suspect I put in the freezer and then remind the two years and throw them away.

But yogurts? Man, the yogurts. They're great. Expire but you put a little sugar and are just as disgusting. If people come to dinner, I offer yogurt and they remove the tag from seeing the expiration date. I have no problem with them.

eggs are more afraid of me. I see an egg expired and I can not stand him or his brothers.

The other day I bought half a dozen eggs. Two days later I went to my fridge empty look, as are eggs, I checked the expiration date and I was Stone: 27/12/2004.

Impossible, I said, be a machine failure. But then, who dares to eat some eggs expired more than 3 years? Not me at my most desperate moments.

Today a student told me good-looking: To see if the eggs float are good and if they sink, they are bad. Or vice versa? Now I do not remember because he's so cute .... and I doubt that has expired eggs!