Sunday, August 31, 2008

How To Take The Phlegm Out Of My Baby

Happy Birthday love

Today is your birthday. I called you. I have not forgotten, as I did that year: I would never head the August 31, however, that terrible year had finally gotten off my mind, I forgot your birthday. I said I was sorry I did not want you off my mind 100%. But unwillingly took. You see. I remember back to our respective birthday we sent them a box full of gifts, things made for us: drawings, photos, a ring or bracelet , things like that. I remember I liked the way you had to get with that box full of surprises, birthday cheer. But let's send those box. Because little little, to be the woman of my life, spent be the woman he was going to have less contact the rest of my life . Years since we've seen, and nothing happens. I know you're okay, so little to tell me. You do not read my blog, I write it here. If not, perhaps, remain silent. I've bought something, anything, silly. And as we talked, as spoken by people who call for commitment (and why I did not call for commitment, but the conversation has gone as if it were), I asked you to send me a message to the mobile address home, to send "it" that I've purchased. This morning I've said I would send the message with your address, I'm still waiting . And if it will not.

Must see in what way we parted. You who taught me many good things. You, you were everything, and now with this distance are nothing. You, you helped me so much and taught me the value of many things, and that one day no more, I said goodbye that way. And today I have the audacity to talk about you here. Because here usually talk about important things. And you, you ... Despite this hobby of yours to get away, you are important. That's why I write. So, I tell you today that although the nonsense that I've bought never comes, I can always combine them with other things that you never sent and are still here, in some drawer.

Happy Birthday.

Friday, August 29, 2008

427 Ss Trucks For Sell

Friday, holiday cooking and kitchen memories

On Friday, at work, we breathe a different air. You see people smiling more and more eager to work. However, my boss, the more nervous Friday is when it is.
And now everything was different. Talking faces (happiness, leisure, plans), I did not say anything. During the month of August, on Friday we went out before work, and while almost all of my colleagues complain and say that instead of the three could go out at 2. More than one I would like my see them working 15 hours straight, burning his hands with bleach, having to squeeze a sponge to clean the marks left by glasses in the bar of metal. More than one, yes, more than one "he muttered.
I would like to see them wondering why the boss use much bleach to lighten the cloth. I would like to see their injuries later, and that smell ... the smell of bleach in the skin that appears not to want to leave.

But there they are. Complaining about this, what else. Now, I'm happy, is this working?. Sorry, no. Work was to carry boxes of cola, dark basement. Is to push that car with five boxes of Coke, a ramp 20 meters that seemed to never end. And the back pain. The calluses on the palms. That feeling of apathy and resignation. That, comrades, this was work, not what we do. That, to me, sitting at the computer doing what I do, it's a little game that gives me wisdom and comfort. I have fun, entertain me. Nobody bothers me, treat me well. It does not hurt your back, or I get calluses on their hands or smell of bleach. Working 5 days a week, removing the holidays and vacations. What do you want me to say?. I've been lucky. And I'm glad I lived those days in those bars, all those things. Sure. All that I lived and I saw, I use today to appreciate more the work. To not complain foolishly and without reason.

And I see my, with strange tingling in my stomach. Because besides being Friday, my vacation starts today: I expected a bye week and days in Granada. Break, that laughter, as if I get tired when you're sitting at your computer every day, as I say, doing a job I like and entertains. But hey. lives and enjoy the moment -I repeat every day. Do not know what will last. So I use my free time to write, play what I like, reading, going out, doing crafts ....

Today, for example, we have kitchenettes: croquetas caseras y un pastel de queso. He aquĆ­, la prueba: