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Today I decided it was up to the eggs. Not until the bow, not fed up. Not until the eggs.

nearly a year working for free, and the rest of my life working for wages of shit (well, except in Ireland monitors, that was a salary and other nonsense). I have 25 years and I keep costing my parents. And, worst of all is that when I hear my friend Josefine (German) to say he does not know whether to stay or go home Elei, where no work, or my friend Melissa (Mexican), claim the same, I know not only is there no work home, is that there is little chance that there is short term. Come on, I'm here and I could eat the mucus in Madrid.

I'm up to the bow. Seriously. I'm tired of working for love of art, for making me a resume, and gain experience. Since I have experience, my resume is fat like him only and my love of art means that I get home and write instead of doing anything else. My love of art does not mean go for coffee, make photocopies or create databases that others consider it a roll to do, although they get paid. What do you do with this anger? Do you stop working?

Protest.

Toma will eat the Ni-Ni and potatoes.

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Come with Hot Coffee, I have to remove the system and if not explode.

Let's see, raise your hand all those who believe this, the Estates, the country is meaningless demands. Okay, now raise your hand if you have ever heard the story of the demand of hot coffee in the car. Yeah, man, legend has it that a woman bought a coffee, got into the car, placed it between the legs, it fell, burned and sued the company, earning hard everywhere. Sure some have heard.

All you have heard is a lie. One of the best public relations campaigns in recent years. Flip.

Lady of 80 years goes to McDonalds (who else) with his grandson, who is leading. The lady is passing, so we understand. Shop the Drive Through, which means from the car (one of these American customs that ... I will not judge, I will not judge) and ask for coffee of yore. The grandson also asks milk and sugar, because he knows the most and knows she making coffee that way. Take coffee, hands it to her grandmother and park, I repeat, park so that your grandmother can, quietly, add the seasonings. The grandmother put the coffee between my legs because, oddly enough in this country who have cars equipped for everything, the car sits her grandson does not have glasses. Open the lid. And flop, you drop the coffee in the legs. The lady started to scream.

coffee as McDonalds manuals, is 180-190 degrees Fahrenheit. I have become, are between 82 and 88 Celsius. An egg, come on. On the legs of an old woman. The film shows images of the burns, and are not at all pleasant. Come see me that in my grandfather or my grandmother and sets fire to the burger. Because yes, it's coffee, is hot. But it was third degree burns on his thigh. ¿What the hell does that to your esophagus if instead of tirártelo above what you swallow?? The lady and the family of the lady, tell McDonalds that 1) check your code and the temperature at which it must be the coffee because that is not normal, and 2) McDonalds tells you to pay medical expenses the elderly, totaling $ 10,000. McDonalds says it gives 800. Man, good. At the end of trial, of course. Olé for the world.

The jury (which is a party Justice of the pride that most Americans) decides that, after hearing testimony (including that of a boss of McDonalds, which reads that "Poor than swallow the coffee directly ") and see evidence that happy because of the coffee, McDonald's had accumulated more than 700 complaints (yes, seven hundred), indemnify the lady with $ 2.7 million in punitive damages. Plate. MacDonalds begins to tremble. Because (I learned a lot from this documentary right) punitive damages, as opposed to compensatory, come to serve as a lesson to the defendant to change its attitude (lease, to stop serving coffee that escaldaría a cat in seconds). The judge lowered the amount to 400,000 (that part I lost a little) but, before the ladies and their families appealed, apparently reached a secret agreement and that was that.

What is to study the marketing piece that brought the large corporations in the U.S. (and by extension the world) against the woman and began what is called "frivolous lawsuits." It was suggested that this was a crazy country, they all wanted money and all you had to protect companies from cranks who claim meaningless. Hence the Tort Reform (I have no no idea how to translate "tort" in English and, unless my good friend Paula read this and tell me if such thing exists in our laws, I doubt it so let me explain, I will continue without know.) The torts are exercised damage on a person because of negligence (or so) in civil suits (sorry the explanation is that the laws it is a mess). The Tort Reform, sponsored by large corporations, claroquesí, seeks to place limits on such claims, arguing that many of the objections raised in this country have no purpose and will cost lots of money to the state. The Tort Reform has not yet been approved.

From Tort Reform to pass Damages Caps, which is to say that put limits on the amount the plaintiff can win damages. And nationally the Tort Reform came face to face with many people, these Damages Caps have been approved in some states (Texas, expensive yes, minidot to know who was the Governor of those) and often refer to damage not economic. That is, if there is medical negligence, for example, you're deaf, the damage has occurred to leave you deaf, it is difficult to measure, is a non-economic damage and its "cost" is very subjective. Depends, as I tell you, the jury. Oh, the jury. Sure, they are proud of their juries but what use the jury if there is a cap that once the jury overflow, the judge will be applied? There went half constitution, according to critics of Tort Reform .

Here I am eating half documentary but let the final, since they are not sufficient to Damages Caps have been drawn worse sleeve: binding arbitration. As companies are being made with the piece demands poop them fall from time to time, more so than even many of saints They deserve it, because they have invented a thing called the "compulsory arbitration", including contracts galore. Contracts not only work but also on mobile, credit cards ... The happy arbitration is a clause, that no one, including me, learns that the sign says you agree to submit yourself to binding arbitration in case there is a problem in the company and give up your right to sue. Plate. The Constitution they spend there. If loads of contracts now have such clause, and a lot of people are unemployed, what do you think makes the most?

best and are the details arbitration. Ponte I sign it and behind T-Mobile sued. We go to arbitration where the arbitrator (judge) is 1) chosen by the company, 2) paid by the company and 3) free to explain why the decision in favor of those who take it. To put the icing on the cake, arbitration and resolution are secret. Ahem ... who believe that support most of these agreements? Minidot for believing that the judge wants to return to work and you're not going to put demands every day, but T-Mobile as it does have to defend several times a month.

And now, the example that makes the documentary, the case of Jamie Leigh Jones against Halliburton. Jamie worked for this company in Texas. After a year there, she was sent to Iraq, in theory, housed in a barracks with women. When you get there and ran into a herd of guys who lived in the same place where she was supposed to live, called his company and asked for compliance with the conditions that had been promised. Halliburton said "You'll get used ." Three days later he was drugged and raped by several of his colleagues. I save the details of those days, which are well explained in the film. The fact is that when Jamie decided to sue, he realized that he could not, that his contract the work sent directly to binding arbitration. With the help of a senator who championed their cause, and after much hard work, the latest I have is that you have been granted their day in court so you can take them to court as they deserve.

So come on, so is the calico here and there and everywhere. If Obama, which I trust blindly, he bumped with corporate America, with a system that has impeded progress in many of the things I wanted to change ... where do we go with the politicians who have given us? How mob as Mariano Rajoy, which shows a total disrespect to those who complain how is the situation and say we can not throw us out over politics? How mob as our president, the best thing he did was to approve gay marriage and half a lifetime ago and since then has returned to give foot with ball? With a mayor who is stealing and who continue to vote people of all ages and conditions?

How is the court, I think I'll just take the arm of Sunrise Number 1 and also go into space to see if ET makes me a little hole in his world.

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"I am more than tired and do not want to continue supporting it"
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to thank you reading my self calm. Do they have 8 hours of work, traffic, shopping, a roommate and an independent film unbearable adorable (plus a dose of Ted, and Barney), which cleared to the recent anger. And do not think, that lasted from Friday afternoon until Monday morning, 6.15, when I picked up my friend Sara to go to yoga and the first thing I came out was "I am outraged ."

And you will ask yourselves ... What did the girl who loves to brighten the day he got angry much? For injustice. Lies. Lack information. All mixed together Hot Coffee, a documentary that was presented at Sundance this year and is worthy of putting the willies world, in particular, to any average American. Do not worry, it is an extensive article on the documentary soon. But the funny thing was that the anger of the documentary spread.

pisses me off with carnivores as I believe we are smarter than others, when I continue with this Chinese study on nutrition (the book has emerged as the Bible, and read about biology before bedtime gives to some) which means that, at least, I asked myself: What if we're wrong? pisses me off with my mates high school who did not want to sponsor a child from the class because "many NGOs steal." You have to j. .. I bristle with large corporations that handle siding with those who are indignant because helmets are re-standing for election as an excuse that he was brandishing the PP (I did not vote in this election, that I missed the deadline and still no car and homeless) without being aware of what has made the region or what to do. Pisses me off to Madrid to continue mourning the absence of Pepe happy, and I bristle with conspiracy not believe that Bin Laden is dead because, of course, would be nice to stop thinking that the world is so rotten, even if one day . Then I pissed by pissed off because, seeing the calico, why not go to distrust. But the anger

maximum, leading to heat up in my Facebook every week, came to think that many, many people still do not know what conditions are causing the information they get from election campaigns.

I'm not a journalist but as if it were. I have no career, nor knowledge, nor probably a quarter of the talent of a true journalist. But I sucked. My parents are journalists, most of his friends, half of my Facebook what is in one way or another, and my life has been governed by the timing of New Spain and, depending on the season, RNE and TVE. I grew up newsrooms Newspaper, radio studios and an office on television (one already was old enough to stay home from work with dad). And I know what the vocation, because I've seen in my house. For my parents, and good people are good journalists. I say this with pride leaking through the pores. They are good for nonconformists, critics, because they argue, because they think ... They are good because they are angry. But do not believe there is life beyond them. Thanks to my parents I have met wonderful media professionals in many media. As Anna Grau as Jose Antonio Guardiola as Aitana Castaño . People, moving in the environment that is, the above questions, ask, is interested in the truth. Good journalists. Good journalists

wasted on an election campaign. Because if you do not know, the coverage of these weeks is laughable. And not their fault. Let's see, it plays a Madrid-Barça, Mou is not going to the press and mounted the octopus. But calls for a counselor, a councilman, a mayor, a politician, that is, a press conference on the banning, I repeat, prohibits the questions ... and this one screams, rather than professionals to seam them the right to perform the job, to report. So we are, with journalists and many others allow it to throw his hands to his head and decide mobilized. Here: No questions no coverage.

second part of the soap opera: the happy screen quota. Previously, public television, with good intention, I suppose, to accommodate everyone in their reporting, required space for all political parties in proportion to their representation in government. That is, the PSOE would have X minutes, the PP, to this day, a bit less than the other X, IU less .... And so on. The screen quota, which remains in the news, has a good background (I hope that the idea was not to marginalize any) but not so good result because, if I want to give an IU news today, it also forces me to spend time PP and PSOE relevance when, perhaps, by some marvel of fate, today is not news. That the service. Previously added at the beginning because now, with the Electoral Reform Act, decisions must be taken so great also private. It must be that they do not trust the journalist you have to do your work and decide what is news carallo and what is chaff.

But my favorite are the canned reports. That is, the political party in turn gives a rally ... and do not let the journalists, but that they record, edit and deliver the information readily. But we will see, hear, I was not the reporter, who decided what is worth and what is not counted. Ah, that's going to be no.

occasion of such infamy, on RTVE's Information Council, which my father is part (I add the note because I think I will get linked directly to your Facebook, and do not know if you see if you are not their friends, but good) has expressed their opposition to any of the above information I have given on the voter information. When you see the election of TVE pseudoinformation a sign that says PICTURE MADE ... (PP, PSOE, etc), means that these parties do not let TVE use their own means and force them to use their images. Journalists are being mobilized. FAPE (Federation Association of Journalists of Spain) joins .

But let me remind you something. Those are the professionals. Those fighting for their work, to exercise it in a dignified manner, by kill the essence of the Fourth Estate.

What about us? Do not journalists? Those who consume the information that is presented as what is not? Are we on the other hand, those who voted, those who disagree? How much are we all willing to fight to keep these, the good up there, protesting, fighting, fighting for, we are not sure, tell the truth? Read

a moaner father here, and if you want, tweeter here. And fight for their rights, that continue to be ours.

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know if you have not heard, but Bin Laden is dead (at least if you are not of those who believe in conspiracy theories.) And the U.S., mostly has celebrated with enthusiasm, which has put the rest of the world upside p'arriba.

Well ... when my grandchildren, if they care anything the matter, I wonder where I was at the time of receiving such news, I must tell you in a puppet karaoke. It seems silly, but requires skill (driving while singing puppet, do not like us, sitting with beer and food). In the midst of a blue bug Sexual Healing singing and giving another shout rose Baby, One More Time , professor of the Academy of puppets and event organizer dropped the bomb: that Bin Laden is dead.

NOTE: Most of my friends are, or international or American Democrats. Some even anti-American shooting, at least with regard to politics. Those friends cheered and screamed out the window of my car to the world that this had palmed.

echándonos And we are all hands to the head, saying to go crazy nation that celebrates murders.

Well, do you want to tell you, with all that I criticize the political and social decisions in this country, celebrating the death of Osama Bin Laden seems to me quite natural and organic. As if we had not concluded when Franco passed away in 1975. Or as if the world had applauded the suicide of Hitler or Mussolini's death.

We still do not understand that, in the eyes of an American, Bin Laden is Hitler. We do not understand, but deserve criticism for staging international chickens when they mounted the attack, and not when the rest of the world suffer daily attacks, 11-S was a tragedy national. This country never had faced such a thing.

We who have spent decades fighting against ETA, we know that a terrorist group, the head end does not mean eliminating the monster, but, sometimes, get another headache worse. And speaking of ETA, national product, not Al Qaeda, a multinational company. Will volunteer to replace the nuts.

And yet, I do not like to tell you all this and tell you how inhuman they are to celebrate the death of his greatest enemy (which, in addition to that, the saint had a beard hair, and sane either.) I will not celebrate the death of a human being because organically my body will not let me. But, as the daughter of democracy, and the people who built a country based on the joy they saw the destruction of a regime after the death of man who most represented, I do not honestly criticize a country rejoice the guy who organized the massacre of 3,000 in New York (more spontaneous around the world) has finished in the bottom of the sea.

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It hurts everyone, and I do all the leg muscles. There is one on the side of the calf, with whom I interacted not in my life. So far, I scream as I keep writing. Since then, the stiffness Penance is that one has to go after the absolute happiness.

Yesterday I went hiking. Well, walking is a very beautiful place it. Rather say that yesterday we went to do the monkey Indiana Jones style (if I see my mother gives me a campion of those of "going to fall and I'll give up me.")

My friends Jeff and Josefine are experienced Trisca-hills. They are able to get into the bush at eight in the morning and continue until six o'clock. I've been trying for months to go with them, and months avoiding it. There is nothing that makes me more nervous than being a burden, and I do much walking cities, but once I started climbing the waterfall of Yosemite almost died (it did, four hours p'arriba, a couple or three p'abajo, if I remember correctly). Of course this was very high. This was completely level, more a matter of climbing trails and less. And it seemed easier. And he warned that if he died, I returned the car without problems.

So there we were, eight o'clock, to make the goat a while to Eaton Canyon in Pasadena. I all cute with my black pants and my white shirt (which is not), feeling Kate in Lost . Josefine

had asked me two things last night, testing the waters. One, if he was afraid of heights. Negative. Two, if it was awkward. Positive (I do not laugh). She answered " Not expected to say that . "My daughter, it would be a lie. I was always getting on very full, but also falling in many places (which is generally not expected, but the site shorter and easier) .

discovered that the awkwardness that came to mind in the middle of a river trail and to avoid the mountains, there you go changing shore. Jumping on stones. Stones in the water. That slide. It was a relief first to eat the earth was Jeff, at the very beginning. I do not know what he did, but ended up soaked to the crown, which is fine for a beginner like me, who did not fall until the last crossing before reaching the waterfall number one. " is your baptism! " Jeff yelled across the floor with laughter, while I watched with regret my ass wet. Baptism, I'll give her baptism, the water was frozen. Now if I had known the showers I'm going to give in the next few hours, I had gotten to her waist.

Because not content to reach the base of the first cataract, like all my neighbors to do the route and believe me, many children of neighbors who do, decided to climb the top. So that we understand, there is no path that takes you to that place. There are walls very rich and very crazy people, like us, who is set to climb. The vertical was not extreme, but rethinks what to do at the time your friend says that the " Let's have fun, but please, id safe." Ideal. Monte p'arriba, through wall, Josefine, who has a phobia of heights, nearly kills him (after falling by a rope, she shouted " But do not you just ask if there were any other animals and I said no? ").

The climbing was fun time, but the best was when river. Because once we reached the top of the falls was to follow up the river which Pocahontas, to the next waterfall, which we were ... As none had gone there yet, unaware that there are parts that ... no land firm, only water. Come on, you have to get inside.

If a normal person gets wet (and the normal person is Jeff, who remained entourage almost all the way which Spiderman climbing walls, I swear), imagine a servant, who has a tendency to not know where to put your feet. I tell you that high wall I do not fall, I fall as I walk by the river, slipped, and mojo to the fastener. Sometimes I live in Elei has tremendous advantages, and the morning sun after diving into icy waters is a delight. And there are times when you go with two friends, the last in line, delivers you a good dose of shame. Because they know that I fell a ... ten times in front of their faces. Unknown the other ten I fell when I saw. The good thing is that on the way back to the work of crossing the river by jumping from stone to stone, as you understand, was not that hard, considering that I was soaked to the eyebrows.

What impressed me the trip was not the scenery, which was very beautiful but what I will tell you, I'm from Asturias, the green moves me and reminds me of home, but not amaze me. What blew my mind is how happy I was getting dirty, falling and getting wet. I felt a very hidden part of me, who kept quiet for ten years, was again being silly. Being in tracksuits, with powder to the eyebrows, gravel on the beach, the white shirt ... black and red face and toast made me a sense of community with an alter ego of mine that is not discovered, as I discovered that I liked the rock, but had always been there, and because of puberty, I was numb.

Jeff asked me, when I no longer had standing of laughter after giving me the tenth dip involuntary " Do not you glad you came? " It's the best I've done in a long time. I think I love the forest. O River. Or of nature. Or something. Like I love only my least me. And that is me clapping with joy for having brought to light again.

PS: The photo is of the second cataract, of course.

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"There are many ways to connect with people. There are people who have a secret connection, although there is no way to describe it. And then there are the people you have always known that you know in a way that others can not because you have seen change. I have left to change. "

Of all the truths that Angela Chase dropped into the 19 chapters of" It's my life ", this, perhaps because it is one of the things that marked my adolescence, resonates in my brain every day (since Sunday, when I saw the chapter and cried her eyes out).

many people I have spoken on this blog. From my parents, my grandparents, my lifelong friends, people who have gone, people who welcomed me.

think it funny the first time you meet someone, the first time you see someone who does not know it's going to be tremendously important in your life. I do not know when I met Veronica, Mari, Sandra or Alba because I think I was born and with them. But remember when I saw a cream for the first time, Ximena, Sarah, Fran, Javi ... And remember, break out laughing the first time I had to Guille.

was in my first race. My friend tried Sea me feel at home in the University I do not know where to Guille pulled the sleeve and said something like "This is my friend Galician." Must be one of Holaquétalyomuybienhastaluego, because that was the thing. In 2005, Mar, once again, instructed him to look after me in English class, and coming out of Audiovisual Communication and I entered the world of philologists. The above Guille came and greeted me was a copy of a strange y. .. biggest little boy whom I remembered from 2003. But some families had, so I sat with him and Carlin in a table, unaware that those two people would amiguis mine until death (or, for now, until today). Guille

know relatively recently, and have lived in the same city, much less (live at the same time and is often an achievement.) With him and many others I met in Barna, Ouren, Ovi, Niuyor, Madrid and Coruña, always making holes to see us and party. However, we have talked so much (sure, like possession Madrid-Barcelona, \u200b\u200bI have a higher percentage, but he falls short) and, says Angela Chase, we have seen and made change so much, I think it's like a lifetime llevásemos housewife from one side to another world. Neither nine hours apart stop gossip. The term "trust disgusting" is a dot for us. Asco not give more confidence. Nata

My friend once described perfectly how Guille. While I was angry with him, can not remember why, Nata looked at me and laughed, saying that yes, I probably had every right in the world to be angry with him, but ... is that it was Guille. And nobody can get mad with him. Not long after I found out why that was. Which main character from the movie Away We Go is because he is not angry with anyone or anything. And if it does, the other person at least deserves a kick in the place where it hurts.

El Guille (yes, Guille article brings forward, as the protagonist of my favorite book the Luki) is made quiet desperation. What do you have a problem that continues to haunt the mind? Guille and talking with, or at the end of the talk you kill because you do not understand how it is possible to be taken so lightly your tremendous existential crisis (at least the size of "Do you like it or not, eh? How do you man do you think? ") or solve the crisis by telling you any bullshit (" Morreale already and stop giving me the rod, and it was so complicated, carallo ", is often the preferred response) that makes you realize how Reinón the drama you are and how lucky you are able to tell him and put everything in perspective. Guille has comforted me hours and hours of crying and we had conversations that even a donkey could decipher, and I'm pretty sure that, today, if I listen to, it could not.

Besides being a great person, you stand to leave messages everywhere when there is (unilateral talks I had with myself in the Messenger were the worst) Guille has given me some of my favorite things: soccer, music and fried potato.

Ouren has given me, I did not know until I found him, a family that I love from the zero-day folk concert hopping, friends and Glo, a girlfriend (his) who is a friend (mine) that so happy you are happy (and Asquith also give a time).

But above all, Guille, May 2, 2006, introduced me to Fran. For those who do not know the 2nd of May in Madrid ... I do not know if they are the same, but that was glorious. At midnight, having talked about three minutes, Fran and I stifled the voices of hundreds of drinkers who occupied the square of the same name, in which I lived my friend Mar, we sang through the window ("where Rome, do as the Romans do "), and when he said" Emprendámosla the Galician anthem "and I sang" The Rianxeira ", causing a huge fit of laughter (which is recorded on video), both saw that this was the beginning of a great friendship. Distance, and all the friendships I have with Ourense, full of love and miles.

If I had to describe Guille ... say it is one of the best people I know. And the most curious, in all good ways to have that word. You can talk to the streetlights and streetlight probably going to answer him. Is a wildcard, one to which you can take anywhere, with any people, not just going to fit it's going to conquer (to be asked to Mari). It wag only open his mouth (the accent helps) and he knows geography pedorro of pulling p'atrás. Not let go and then you should read Madame Bovary, "which is very good." It is surrounded by people and he sings as if he were alone in the shower. Is a scholar of rock and marks a jumping to the beat of any pachanga they do fade to Chayanne.

Guille is my good friend. Look

if good, he swallowed me the Centipede Human Christmas ... Oh, no, wait, then as I was a good friend ...

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Never say never. My teacher recommended us, months have, when we were stuck in a script, saliésemos to the streets to walk. Of course this was Niuyor, and hit the road was inspired by the ton. Here ... say that the matter needs to change. So I write outdoors when I can (Aromita of my soul, sweet company). Today, however, beyond the Aromita, need unravel those things that put you in the head and there is no human way to go. Although not make sense, although there is no logic to support them. To me is that I rot the brain.

What did I do? For the first time in my life, and for that reason alone, I went to drive. Not so much as it relaxes me while I'm singing. Furthermore, without entering the highway, I live near broad avenues that are pleasing to drive a car. A little bit of Jason Mraz, Green Day, Girls Just Want to Have Fun ... And hey, all brain ghosts were on the road. With so lucky that I finished the revision of the script and is only the post-review, raise it all for the mini-arguments make sense, and wish him good luck. Already

was not only that, but as I closed the file, a little voice cried herself is in my head "do I like to write!" How I love to go outside, marveling at all, and you have a reason "professional" to do so.

How I love to have this sense of anticipation that I have, for all the good that is coming and that includes Breakfast at Tiffany big screen on Saturday, Gabi on the Roof in July , the film who wrote my favorite teacher (of the beginning of the entry) a week and a half, yoga, working Monday through Thursday (only those who have experienced high unemployment we know what that sounds cool), my life is Netflix (for God, thank goodness we only have one season, I am in no way psychotic), La Fiesta del Chivo on the bedside table, kind of comics on Tuesday, 30 degrees on Wednesday, my friend Bea across the Skype after years without seeing ...

I'm in love ... the world. And I wanted to share with you.

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A gift for Elisa

Elisa is a high school classmate of Anto and a few days ago was his birthday


We bought a present to close the package and decided to prepare a perfumer



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within the heart I put lavender ... a pleasant aroma and also he is a relaxing and sleep inducing



can also say that lavender is a sedative natural to the nervous system, acts as an analgesic, is an effective antibiotic and has antispasmodic effects, antiseptics, healing, diuretic, insect repellents, anti-migraine, emmenagogue, hypotensive, parasitic, sudorific, expectorant and antirheumatic. Obviously
properties of lavender are more ... but that info we left for another day. Elisa
am very happy with her gifts and her mother told me to sleep all night ... like a little angel!

Hope you have a good weekend and I thank you all for the little party mensajitos Anto ... See prontito

To become an enemy does not need anything. Rather, it is even easier ... Instead, the real honor is to know to become a friend. You have to love, loved, currártelo be fair, to be loved ... and that is much more difficult, more laborious, but more have

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My roommate, who is the missing link between women and zombie, waiting for me at home yesterday to tell me that in a month and a half I have to get out, which has been her sister to live with it. To give you an idea, I moved another month and a half ago. When I started to say " But Kaytlin ..." I replied, that quick gazelle, " The contract was month to month." Well ya, but if you know that only lasts three months, not bad to say before you move all my pottery to your home. Just

while I run up Gallardón newspaper, newspaper down. Now, if an atheist wants to ban a procession on Maundy Thursday, if you now want to take to the homeless in the street. Laws, laws, laws. I have

fear. I have a great fear because of a time now, that of " my freedom ends where it begins its neighbor " not only takes the watchman's whistle but exercised a legal hit.

The law is replacing manners. Is it legal to lie down in a month and a half? Yes, but not polite. Is it legal to make an atheist procession on Holy Thursday? Yes, but not polite. Is it legal to sleep in the street? Yes, but (as) is not raised (this third example is different because even the homeless who live in Gran Vía say they prefer that to a shelter, not having the same choice that we, who prefer the home to the Great Via). My zombie-mate already made clear last month when he decided that what to say "Good night" when I told him that educadiña the chick is not much. But the world in general, I expected a little more. As will match the Kaytlin, ill go.

"I am satisfied that prohibit the procession Gallardón atheist? No. Do I think rather than a collective decision that has to manifest and assert their atheism on Holy Thursday? Well, not much (but the issue of church and religion and demagoguery would for another entry). I think a provocation. In this case, that causes impotence that such provocation was carried out in the solution is always: make a law. What is the adult version and Policy "A you go to the professor."

The world is full of rude. My friend Ryan is known and admired everywhere because he always says thank you, how are you, sorry and good morning. Something is wrong if we have to be defined as endangered species to such people. Something is wrong if a country full of freedoms, like ours, the drinking in the street, which is most popular, is to be banned. Is it bad? No, it's because people leave the streets care to filth and makes noise when it should not. Disrespect. Rude.

Gradually, without realizing it, the laws are replacing core classes that all should be taken before age 10. Gallardón that the homeless want to go to a shelter in the background, I find something good, he wants people to have a home. Now, start to regulate how to use public space and to prohibit when it is a very powerful card I do not think it is okay to start playing. Ah

and smoking, there is the law, to compensate for the rudeness "my freedom ends where yours begins."

So your health or forbid?

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Because life can be wonderful


many years ago, on a visit to Madrid where my friend John took me to the VIP to eat ice cream, I confessed that and conquer me, giving me a good tub of dulce de leche ice cream (or other, nor am going to get picky). Yesterday I was eating ice cream at home remembering my friend Josephine, who is such a fan like me, who confesses that sometimes even the breakfast. Yes, father, is my soul mate.

Eating ice cream is a pleasure that I like to share. Now, eating ice cream with people you do not pay to eat them is a drag. And do it with those concerned about gaining weight may cause me headaches (especially since often the same of "I can prove it?" No, you can not, buy one. Claudia individual does not share his ice cream man). And I remembered the person I love most get off a Haagen Dazs: my father. Yes sir, we come hand in hand and laugh with you scoops of Cookie Monster (the Ruby nor bad, it seems not, but cleaning the side liquidillo vented half and leaves us with a cilindrín nothing in the middle).

I was amused to think how I missed my father with ice cream, because the other day gave me miss my mother and our "double sessions." Is it about a Saturday night Elei that as not go out, you drop the top home (in Niuyor paseillo could always give that you know that this city never sleeps.) Against that, the solution is always a movie. But I alone enjoy less, at least on weekends.

My mother and I are in that video stores and rent razed with fervor. It seems nobody taught us that the day is 24 and just 24 hours. We usually aim for a double session of romantic comedies, but as we have swallowed us all, is often difficult. Then we take a sad / tense / of intrigue and then the comedy, and to compensate (the best example is that we did tandem Old Boy and 50 First Dates ... I never was so happy to see Adam Sandler) .

course now, the height of family happiness is a double session with representatives both paternal and the tub in the middle. Usually strawberry the blonde is a bit fine. But no matter, these Dutch strawberries are half frozen and rich as their own. And yes, just hard that night (the Rubi threatens to withdraw it, but leave a little melted before opening for you to enjoy the right next, and learns that the other two we eat half.)

That was my adolescence. Other linking and out of place. I went to my house to watch movies with the family. That he then went and drank (link not much, no) and danced and got to five.

But God is my witness that you walk into my house again, I shut myself in the lounge and if need be to the Marx Brothers to join us Justin, one of Groucho falls (after all, the day he re-visited Roman Holiday , he stayed and what happened pipe). Barça-Madrid both not going to sit well at all (to me either, sure.)

Quie ... ro ... go ... to ... my ... pa ... páaaaaas. (I think the only thing I said in my first five years of life ... how tiresome, of course)

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I invite you to the birthday party Antonella

.. Come spend everything is ready to celebrate


March 28 Antonella fulfilled its 7 years old



these photos we get the same day and still was pretty cold by milano ... some little flowers started to show ... showing that spring had begun




was not very good ($) in those days so we decided to pass on family and postpone for a few days the little party with friends. Prepare your favorite dinner
the princess of the house, homemade lasagna and also made a cake to share between the three ... had a great time together! Yesterday
Saturday finally fulfill the dream of Anto ... to celebrate with friends.



Prepare everything at home ... it was a long week of work and cooking ...


... to cut and paste ... to customize everything ...



came all your guests ... friends of the heart ...


.... those who were in good and bad ....
and the result was a pretty little
afternoon together

concerned that everything went really well ... and I can not complain ... and ate all the cake was a success


the most beautiful after all that work is see that Anto was extremely happy and when he went to bed telling me tight, "Thank you mamma" and slept with a very large sonricita on his lips, I think after everything that happened he deserved to be with the little people who want both and enjoy a wonderful evening .... Ahh
not forget to take a piece of cake and candy! See prontito
... good start to the week

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I am already a bit fed up with both ni-ni. That if we are a generation of lazy, that if neither study nor work (what?, I wonder), which ... to hell.

Do you know why I have such anger? Because MEPs lords decided that prefer to travel first to mix with the rest of the tourist mob. Messrs. MEPs to the people with an unemployment rate that has chosen embarrassed. The MEPs who represent the high percentage of young English woman, or are unemployed, or out of the country, or are unemployed and outside the country.

The irony is that the same half day that Twitter gets angry with MEPs, I read the news that Youth Without Future is organized in Spain to protest against the situation where we are and, better yet, my friend Ximena send us an email notifying us of the launch of the site Facebook for marketing your new business online.

Let me list ... a physicist friend who works in the research faculty at a salary far below what he deserves, a philologist who is a piece of auditor of AD after having worked in two hundred things that have nothing to do with his career, a journalist who sells delicious biscuits, probably the best director of my generation that is getting in conduct in advertising (good for him), another communicator who works in advertising, premium finish lawyer who decided to study in Paris and worked as a waitress and a half years and continues to seeking jobs, another lawyer who works, studies, and has gone to live with her boyfriend, with consequent reflection that it sucks being an adult, a chemical engineer who had to go to Holland to work because there was no mucus Asturias ... and those who are studying and allowing the teeth.

NI-NI "WHAT? Or pensions or contributions. Or decent wages or the possibility of starting a short-term future. Neither fixed nor temporary. Neither English nor citizens of the world.

The first to complain about the LOGSE was me. Yes, like the school system taught us to be content with little knowledge, to have easier tests, to overturn all extracurricular activities. Who put that on our plate? Not us. We are children of the generation brought democracy, children of parents much closer to us than our grandparents were of them, children of a generation of love, yes, of love, we put the world at our feet and decided that we deserved better. Children of a system they fell ill as early entry, for being so privileged. Children of political parties that have faded with each other, a terrorism and other lapses which emerged, sons of 90 and stop economic growth. Children of the thousands of television channels that were to appear with the technological changes and we were going to work. Sons or daughters, of idealists who turned their dreams into their jobs and gradually, as pasaban los años, se fueron quemando. E hijos de la crisis.

Si la LOGSE no nos puso en nuestro sitio, no os preocupéis que lo hizo la crisis. Si las prácticas a 400 euros al mes, o el ser becario a los 30 no lo hizo, no os preocupéis que el empezar a trabajar gratis, sí, gratis, para ganar toda esa experiencia que nos exigen en el currículo a la generación más preparada de la historia, lo hizo. Si la Generación X no fue lo suficientemente despreciada por tener crisis de identidad, o la Y por pertenecer a las nuevas tecnologías, la Ni-Ni ha sido insultada, maltratada y abucheada por muchos que nos llaman niños de papá. Los niños de papá siguen levantando ONGs, los niños de papá went to clean the Galipot Galicia, father children 12-M came out on the street screaming, children from father voted for someone who promised much and not only came to naught, as Obama (for many corporations have to face idealists to rule the world), but became his worst enemy, reforming the economy and sinking a little more excited these years they thought they were going to eat the world. And, with which it is falling, trying to.

As I reread the Ni-Ni on a generation that, despite all the financial difficulties, not only is opening a hole in the country, but in the world (not nation is that we stay small is that we were very large) ... ride back to Madrid myself a demonstration at the Moncloa.

And in economy class on Iberia flight from that are much more than the short hours from Madrid to Brussels.

Enough!

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