Last night Thias stroked my cheek as we sat on the couch and fell asleep with his head in his hands as the baby animals.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
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Last night Thias stroked my cheek as we sat on the couch and fell asleep with his head in his hands as the baby animals.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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week-and
Friday I wanted to write a post in the series "abolish the week-and, for lack of time but then I did.
Well, now that the weekend has gone I'm glad he had not because it was moooooooolto best of my expectations. Despite Sam
with bronchitis, despite maritozzi has worked to 17.00, Saturday went really well.
Besides the alarm given to me by the children at 07.15 .... Sbat which is truly 'national tragedy for me to wake up so early, the rest of the day went really well.
I had not realized how much the kids had grown, and then how easy it was to organize the day with them.
The morning I took a shower, I prepared a decent meal, and we also managed to make the pan-brioche. E 'was fun, really, even if in the end it was a crap inmangiabile follow ... and follow the other one I have the wrong dose of salt, put in the hands of a Enri chicchiaio soup instead of a teaspoon. But there
saimo fun, we made small loaves of bread and every minute we were there, turn the oven light to see how they were baking.
I taught him how to play bingo and came in a moment ago.
lunch yesterday from my mom, and when we returned home she came to tovarci a dear friend who is having a very difficult period.
I'm glad he thought of us, and I was happy to hear say "I wanted to go to C. (his girl of six years) and a sunny afternoon so I decided to take her to play with your kids" .. I was really pleased!
They stopped for dinner, we made a paste on the fly and it was a pleasant Sunday.
This time, the petition "abolish the weekend and" has been postponed! 
08/05/2009
Friday I wanted to write a post in the series "abolish the week-and, for lack of time but then I did.
Well, now that the weekend has gone I'm glad he had not because it was moooooooolto best of my expectations. Despite Sam
with bronchitis, despite maritozzi has worked to 17.00, Saturday went really well.
Besides the alarm given to me by the children at 07.15 .... Sbat which is truly 'national tragedy for me to wake up so early, the rest of the day went really well.
I had not realized how much the kids had grown, and then how easy it was to organize the day with them.
The morning I took a shower, I prepared a decent meal, and we also managed to make the pan-brioche. E 'was fun, really, even if in the end it was a crap inmangiabile follow ... and follow the other one I have the wrong dose of salt, put in the hands of a Enri chicchiaio soup instead of a teaspoon. But there
saimo fun, we made small loaves of bread and every minute we were there, turn the oven light to see how they were baking.
I taught him how to play bingo and came in a moment ago.
lunch yesterday from my mom, and when we returned home she came to tovarci a dear friend who is having a very difficult period.
I'm glad he thought of us, and I was happy to hear say "I wanted to go to C. (his girl of six years) and a sunny afternoon so I decided to take her to play with your kids" .. I was really pleased!
They stopped for dinner, we made a paste on the fly and it was a pleasant Sunday.
This time, the petition "abolish the weekend and" has been postponed!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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Catherine Brown.
I found this. Which is a small masterpiece of our friend Aldo.
Catherine and I met in 1985.
Eh, I was sitting in the bleachers of the gym at the high school when Cairoli for the first time I realized how beautiful it was that one of the first D did not exercise, and breathing near me.
Eh, I realized that was a smell of flowers that seemed all seen together, as some large fields of daisies that there are close to the financiers of Clive.
Eh, I needed to talk to the source the feeling of grass that made me feel a bit 'stupid and as tilted completely towards her.
I told her so suddenly a blunder on Saba Saba and she replied that his wife saw a chicken.
I replied "No, a goat from the Semitic nose" (it was not true, Saba looked like his wife to various farm animals including goats except Semite, who was in another poem.) So we continued to talk to Saba.
Well, as I spoke I felt like a plane, like a drunk pilot of plane that looks down the houses and the city but do not look ahead because otherwise it dazzles and crashes into the sun.
Well, Catherine's face seemed like a sun with mascara, it was as if I had drunk coffee thirty, my veins were filled with fresh disbanded trains met. They were children.
Well, after two days I saw her and I talked and I realized that I was talking continuously for two days.
Eh, I was glad of the things I had always felt normal, which I had never noticed.
I was happy that Catherine had the legs for example.
ever I saw people who had the legs, for nineteen years when I was there, now I was so happy that I walked by tapping the shop windows glad to hear the glass and I like traffic lights, as if they had become completely magical.
Eh, once wrote to me with a red marker on its number of Phone on the agenda.
was the largest number that I had, occupied two pages in October.
was even the red and overflowing from the paper.
After fifteen days I called to hear something about the Doors with her.
we have heard.
Then we went to eat pizza at a place absurd Viggiù nine.
Eh, I thought the evening to his hair made of sun, it seemed trivial to compare the hair of a woman in the sun, then I decided to pull the hair of Catherine the bus that connects Viggiù in Varese, but has nothing to do, and thus always comparing I fell asleep, and breathing while I slept a lot, I was asleep but I was well aware breathing anything that was breathing and not only permeated the shadows of the people I had seen pass, I breathed the shops open at half past two in the afternoon and those who keep it closed until sixteen, I breathed the trains that move across the world Saturday.
The next day I went to school and I seemed to see Catherine's everywhere, everyone was turning in her and I felt like calling it.
Then I realized that he was a gardener who did not know (To give an example. Sometimes it was the driver of the bus Viggiù) ...
Well, every time I saw it was not cold at all Varese.
Every time I saw it was an exaggeration of things everywhere, it seemed that he was born another planet there, among the desks of my class, and it was born from another, as in a game of Chinese boxes, so I kissed her and
When Catherine and I have bought a lot of sliced \u200b\u200bham in a large store on Corso Matteotti called "Vallanzasca" a pound of ham.
We discarded and eaten with your hands. As the pigs that they are hungry, we ate, we walked up and down the course ...
Oh, we laughed fortissimo.
past, a child pointed us to the mother.
He pointed the finger at us and said, "Mom looks at drugged ...
That evening, I remembered that as a child I watched a documentary on drugs. Some people sitting around a campfire dilated, became very large, they became old, constantly changing.
After that I decided that I'd always been drugged, and the drug was no more than my ability to see everything in every possible aspect, lying in wait for things and I could become something else, constantly became more and wanted.
Catherine was a drug that was wearing Indian clothes.
Catherine, also, you put a lot of pink lipstick and I like to hear everywhere, tasted good, so that one evening when I was in a coma surface was admitted to the hospital in Varese, it occurred to me to get up because I felt the smell of lipstick good I no longer wanted to be dead, I happened to two in the morning.
Then it was time that I lived in Viggiù, in a house which never opened the windows.
I liked that it was always night.
One day Cathy came with a disc of an American by the name full of consonants.
had a dress designed by Indian blue mountains and the sun transparent. He put the disk in that group and danced, the darkness did not make sense, she had to take home the sun, we opened the windows and the sun poured in a spoonful at dense, is poured with a fury I had never thought in my life, I looked like a child who falls from the chute fast with eyes closed in my room, there was a multitude of beams infants.
often bought the whiteness, which was a type of Ciocorì but white. It
store housing with forty packs because you won an electronic keyboard as small as a card of Sip.
When two people love each other always buys the whiteness.
We went to eat under the statue of the Old Market Square.
Always at night. Of very large pieces broke off and then we ate together until our lips met.
So we continued.
Eh, not all have lived in Port Lugano in 1987.
I lived behind the station, a little 'to the right of a gas station there before the road that leads there.
I was a guest of my friend son of a doctor who had a house with a room full of classical music records.
Under the room was a table tennis old and never drive a car that I did not know.
I was often locked in the room full of hard to hear the passing cars outside, and the voices of people crossing the tracks to exit the station. Each entry
vibrated like a flame was extinguished and slamming against the kitchen when I went to eat. Those voices
arabesque around the banner of the gas station, I saw a piece out the window every time I eat before I lean to watch the evening in Porto Maggiore. Each of those
remained in the interweaving voices that just seemed to be completely confused with the other coming back.
could be the tail of a greeting or the blasphemy of a bartender near the lake. Often, out of that house was snowing.
Although snow has never before as you are born. Before birth, all items are on the outskirts of one only. They are nothing of the confusion ends.
Ceresio I was born right there at just twenty years.
The same seemed exaggerated.
Eh, all continued to be different.
Example: times, at nine o'clock you get there to eat, then have ten, is different from nine.
More or less, of all the ten days are alike. But the days go away, like pieces of a necklace that breaks the ground end up everywhere, it was basically just a chain of ideas, which appeared after long days behind the radiator for example. And though, memory.
To change the order of things the people pulling him squirrels frozen, embracing a cause or goes to Santo Domingo to open a pizzeria.
In 1987 I had these problems with the days go.
to solve I tried to take the drugs with alcohol, and Ludiomil Prazene in beer and Valium, or Rohypnol also with wine but it was worse for a while 'the hours seemed a bunch of pins falling to bulk down the stairwell, I did not understand that relationship was, the universe took a whole week of vacation.
But in the evening, I went out to take the michette and I was not able to take my wallet, I could not pay, not paying, did not go out to take the michette, postponed until next day and the day after that, the day was done two-day combined, the next four and so even in the exponential sequence.
I also had a headache and I was sleepy.
This desperation begins as children, they tell you that after you see everything, but before he comes after you are married for fifteen years with children and have not understood anything, if you want to get out there no one will return the money of the ticket's life must continue to be there. The train the
10726 February 9, 1987 came to Varese to 18:05 on the track 3.
After I made the ticket I went with Catherine to buy cigarettes.
are about ten minutes at the start and so I was annoyed to queue.
front of me was a gentleman in his sixties, a bizarre type that occasionally can be seen passing through Viale Borri, who wanted to buy a box of "spadatrappe.
"Spadatrappa" in the dialect of the South do not know what it means patch (almost as in French).
a child filled me with patches because even if I had not had anything nice, I was spoiled for me by my mum imaginary wounds.
Eh, it was like a wound or a river that flows from the air suddenly what I am overwhelmed due to the fact that Catherine was with me to queue to buy the Marlboro long.
Sometimes I dreamed of sleeping in his bones, I imagined to be a boat that travels in your blood, which goes into his heart. When
us to take the cigarettes taken. A package of MS and a packet of Marlboro long.
There was a silence to say that every joint space to separate words was a way to express love. I wanted it, that silence came to separate the words so that each space would express love, simply
infinite.
E 'that everyone was talking about but not heard them talk, and there was the sound of a freight train at the bottom front of the Home of the psychoanalyst.
was that everything was Catherine, and the continents were jumping off the clock signal over the second-class waiting room, ticked around there like nightmares, was six and soon the train would arrive.
I wanted to be a supposed to Catherine, Catherine wanted to be the clothes, I wanted to be the necklace with the pendant of the peace of Catherine, I wanted to be the backbone of Catherine, I did not want to take the train.
"Catherine told her-and-true that you'll never die?" The
spoke, but it was not true. I was wandering in her eyes and it was windy.
"Something we always existed-whispered-and will exist forever." We kissed, Catherine and myself.
Then it happened that thing. A bite of light years slipped around that evening, in a deep bite white, deeply understood to be born black, I was born. Swimming in the eyes of Catherine. I saw the Po Valley and Mount Everest and football matches and battles of the ancient galleys. Dinosaurs and the pies of Mrs. Collura. I saw the rhododendrons be moved by the wind like a scarf that covers me hot, everything was made of water, I swam in the eyes of Catherine as an Olympic champion, as an unknown god, like a frog, I saw the world that was growing inside me. It was nothing of the confusion ends. 
I found this. Which is a small masterpiece of our friend Aldo.
Catherine and I met in 1985.
Eh, I was sitting in the bleachers of the gym at the high school when Cairoli for the first time I realized how beautiful it was that one of the first D did not exercise, and breathing near me.
Eh, I realized that was a smell of flowers that seemed all seen together, as some large fields of daisies that there are close to the financiers of Clive.
Eh, I needed to talk to the source the feeling of grass that made me feel a bit 'stupid and as tilted completely towards her.
I told her so suddenly a blunder on Saba Saba and she replied that his wife saw a chicken.
I replied "No, a goat from the Semitic nose" (it was not true, Saba looked like his wife to various farm animals including goats except Semite, who was in another poem.) So we continued to talk to Saba.
Well, as I spoke I felt like a plane, like a drunk pilot of plane that looks down the houses and the city but do not look ahead because otherwise it dazzles and crashes into the sun.
Well, Catherine's face seemed like a sun with mascara, it was as if I had drunk coffee thirty, my veins were filled with fresh disbanded trains met. They were children.
Well, after two days I saw her and I talked and I realized that I was talking continuously for two days.
Eh, I was glad of the things I had always felt normal, which I had never noticed.
I was happy that Catherine had the legs for example.
ever I saw people who had the legs, for nineteen years when I was there, now I was so happy that I walked by tapping the shop windows glad to hear the glass and I like traffic lights, as if they had become completely magical.
Eh, once wrote to me with a red marker on its number of Phone on the agenda.
was the largest number that I had, occupied two pages in October.
was even the red and overflowing from the paper.
After fifteen days I called to hear something about the Doors with her.
we have heard.
Then we went to eat pizza at a place absurd Viggiù nine.
Eh, I thought the evening to his hair made of sun, it seemed trivial to compare the hair of a woman in the sun, then I decided to pull the hair of Catherine the bus that connects Viggiù in Varese, but has nothing to do, and thus always comparing I fell asleep, and breathing while I slept a lot, I was asleep but I was well aware breathing anything that was breathing and not only permeated the shadows of the people I had seen pass, I breathed the shops open at half past two in the afternoon and those who keep it closed until sixteen, I breathed the trains that move across the world Saturday.
The next day I went to school and I seemed to see Catherine's everywhere, everyone was turning in her and I felt like calling it.
Then I realized that he was a gardener who did not know (To give an example. Sometimes it was the driver of the bus Viggiù) ...
Well, every time I saw it was not cold at all Varese.
Every time I saw it was an exaggeration of things everywhere, it seemed that he was born another planet there, among the desks of my class, and it was born from another, as in a game of Chinese boxes, so I kissed her and
When Catherine and I have bought a lot of sliced \u200b\u200bham in a large store on Corso Matteotti called "Vallanzasca" a pound of ham.
We discarded and eaten with your hands. As the pigs that they are hungry, we ate, we walked up and down the course ...
Oh, we laughed fortissimo.
past, a child pointed us to the mother.
He pointed the finger at us and said, "Mom looks at drugged ...
That evening, I remembered that as a child I watched a documentary on drugs. Some people sitting around a campfire dilated, became very large, they became old, constantly changing.
After that I decided that I'd always been drugged, and the drug was no more than my ability to see everything in every possible aspect, lying in wait for things and I could become something else, constantly became more and wanted.
Catherine was a drug that was wearing Indian clothes.
Catherine, also, you put a lot of pink lipstick and I like to hear everywhere, tasted good, so that one evening when I was in a coma surface was admitted to the hospital in Varese, it occurred to me to get up because I felt the smell of lipstick good I no longer wanted to be dead, I happened to two in the morning.
Then it was time that I lived in Viggiù, in a house which never opened the windows.
I liked that it was always night.
One day Cathy came with a disc of an American by the name full of consonants.
had a dress designed by Indian blue mountains and the sun transparent. He put the disk in that group and danced, the darkness did not make sense, she had to take home the sun, we opened the windows and the sun poured in a spoonful at dense, is poured with a fury I had never thought in my life, I looked like a child who falls from the chute fast with eyes closed in my room, there was a multitude of beams infants.
often bought the whiteness, which was a type of Ciocorì but white. It
store housing with forty packs because you won an electronic keyboard as small as a card of Sip.
When two people love each other always buys the whiteness.
We went to eat under the statue of the Old Market Square.
Always at night. Of very large pieces broke off and then we ate together until our lips met.
So we continued.
Eh, not all have lived in Port Lugano in 1987.
I lived behind the station, a little 'to the right of a gas station there before the road that leads there.
I was a guest of my friend son of a doctor who had a house with a room full of classical music records.
Under the room was a table tennis old and never drive a car that I did not know.
I was often locked in the room full of hard to hear the passing cars outside, and the voices of people crossing the tracks to exit the station. Each entry
vibrated like a flame was extinguished and slamming against the kitchen when I went to eat. Those voices
arabesque around the banner of the gas station, I saw a piece out the window every time I eat before I lean to watch the evening in Porto Maggiore. Each of those
remained in the interweaving voices that just seemed to be completely confused with the other coming back.
could be the tail of a greeting or the blasphemy of a bartender near the lake. Often, out of that house was snowing.
Although snow has never before as you are born. Before birth, all items are on the outskirts of one only. They are nothing of the confusion ends.
Ceresio I was born right there at just twenty years.
The same seemed exaggerated.
Eh, all continued to be different.
Example: times, at nine o'clock you get there to eat, then have ten, is different from nine.
More or less, of all the ten days are alike. But the days go away, like pieces of a necklace that breaks the ground end up everywhere, it was basically just a chain of ideas, which appeared after long days behind the radiator for example. And though, memory.
To change the order of things the people pulling him squirrels frozen, embracing a cause or goes to Santo Domingo to open a pizzeria.
In 1987 I had these problems with the days go.
to solve I tried to take the drugs with alcohol, and Ludiomil Prazene in beer and Valium, or Rohypnol also with wine but it was worse for a while 'the hours seemed a bunch of pins falling to bulk down the stairwell, I did not understand that relationship was, the universe took a whole week of vacation.
But in the evening, I went out to take the michette and I was not able to take my wallet, I could not pay, not paying, did not go out to take the michette, postponed until next day and the day after that, the day was done two-day combined, the next four and so even in the exponential sequence.
I also had a headache and I was sleepy.
This desperation begins as children, they tell you that after you see everything, but before he comes after you are married for fifteen years with children and have not understood anything, if you want to get out there no one will return the money of the ticket's life must continue to be there. The train the
10726 February 9, 1987 came to Varese to 18:05 on the track 3.
After I made the ticket I went with Catherine to buy cigarettes.
are about ten minutes at the start and so I was annoyed to queue.
front of me was a gentleman in his sixties, a bizarre type that occasionally can be seen passing through Viale Borri, who wanted to buy a box of "spadatrappe.
"Spadatrappa" in the dialect of the South do not know what it means patch (almost as in French).
a child filled me with patches because even if I had not had anything nice, I was spoiled for me by my mum imaginary wounds.
Eh, it was like a wound or a river that flows from the air suddenly what I am overwhelmed due to the fact that Catherine was with me to queue to buy the Marlboro long.
Sometimes I dreamed of sleeping in his bones, I imagined to be a boat that travels in your blood, which goes into his heart. When
us to take the cigarettes taken. A package of MS and a packet of Marlboro long.
There was a silence to say that every joint space to separate words was a way to express love. I wanted it, that silence came to separate the words so that each space would express love, simply
infinite.
E 'that everyone was talking about but not heard them talk, and there was the sound of a freight train at the bottom front of the Home of the psychoanalyst.
was that everything was Catherine, and the continents were jumping off the clock signal over the second-class waiting room, ticked around there like nightmares, was six and soon the train would arrive.
I wanted to be a supposed to Catherine, Catherine wanted to be the clothes, I wanted to be the necklace with the pendant of the peace of Catherine, I wanted to be the backbone of Catherine, I did not want to take the train.
"Catherine told her-and-true that you'll never die?" The
spoke, but it was not true. I was wandering in her eyes and it was windy.
"Something we always existed-whispered-and will exist forever." We kissed, Catherine and myself.
Then it happened that thing. A bite of light years slipped around that evening, in a deep bite white, deeply understood to be born black, I was born. Swimming in the eyes of Catherine. I saw the Po Valley and Mount Everest and football matches and battles of the ancient galleys. Dinosaurs and the pies of Mrs. Collura. I saw the rhododendrons be moved by the wind like a scarf that covers me hot, everything was made of water, I swam in the eyes of Catherine as an Olympic champion, as an unknown god, like a frog, I saw the world that was growing inside me. It was nothing of the confusion ends.
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I stayed six months with his nose between the shoulders of another person, I can not recover that much faster. When
'm made of something come to mind certain details on the razor sharp things in my childhood. Like the teddy bear's colors, which replaced inabbinabili for me and my mother's name was Paola. One day the dog bit him in the face and from that moment began to resemble my paternal grandfather. Trauma.
should take away the cigarettes of a whole life as I keep my room. In sgarra
community when they take away the cigarettes one by one for every crap that you do.
Living is all a wash and a dirty. That is, it's all a dirty, then you decide what, sometimes you just do not decide, then you brush, which means that you get dirty water, I would have something to take for me to come up with interesting stories when I was still smart, or under the age of eleven, and write, but no money. The only thing exciting here is Chet Baker.
There's only one thing I want to talk and personal dignity can not do it so I decided that I will not say anything until I find something better and less full of thorns.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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... Came Samuli.
positive test.
Tears, fears, tears, thoughts, tears and even more thoughts. Samuli
arrived unexpectedly, leaving things to chance, but not planning on being so lucky.
For me no problem, you just have to organize themselves .... in again.
For him no problem, you just start all over .... in again.
But that's okay, a child is always a blessing, and we infuse the kids love them ... we have always said that we wanted the three ... although maybe not as infretta.
Mile had only 30 months .... Enri 9
I'm not afraid for me, I'm not afraid for us. I'm afraid of the other .... and I have reason to. All criticism, all talk, all have their say, and I despise all speak as if I were, in order ... unconscious, and beep, beep .... and all the words that I did not forget but I can not repeat. However ....
pregnancy progresses, we are happy together, alone I feel bad for all the comments. The influence of intestinal
28/12...prima husband .... I resist.
Mile 2 days after starting ... and I resist.
Then comes the turn of Enrique ... and I resist, even if it is not yet healed
Mile Mile is aware of everything. He noticed her belly, she knows that I'm preparing vialigia and know I'll be away for a few days. ... And vomits every night, more or less the same time. I say it's influence even if we think little, because the day is fine, the night is a tragedy.
And of course we are also well .... I also fall in January, missing very little to the birth of the child.
Infleunza gut for me .... 3 days in a row past the bathroom to give the stomach.
Then finally on Sunday I'm fine .... I'm better, I eat a little bit at lunch, eat a little bit for dinner.
And the night begins to feel sick, stomach ache, stomach ache .... and what do I blame? influence, not to Samuli trying to get my attention ...
at 6.00 am of 18.1.2010 in the kitchen drinking my umpteenth cup of water and lemon. He gets my husband to go to work. "I'm home ... I'll help with the kids ... go to your mother ..." Then ...." I love ... but you sure is not Sam ... instill the date is 21 ... 18 ... today is your name that are to be with the kids you prepared we go to the hospital. "
I get up and "oh my God .... why did not I think of that before now I can not even walk anymore ... of my moving here because otherwise I do"
At 7 we are in the hospital, same old story. There comes a nurse who does not take me seriously, and he returns to the closet to talk with the midwife. I attack the door, because even though I have severe pain ... I need to push and hold on to something.
The midwife sees me and runs to help me ... visit me and tells me to run in the delivery room. 2 drives, maybe 3, are born Samuel 07:26. Born too cold, drink a bit of amniotic fluid, but nothing serious. Can I hold you in my arms .... I was born and I have not noticed. Meanwhile, outside the sky is red. The night gives way to a day that is born ...
I'm torn, I do not have the strength to walk, I do not have the strength to get dressed .... repeated these influences have destroyed me, but I can finally rest. Yes
pure .. illusion. I do not take the nest the little say that she cries because he wants to eat. but as I pull up from the cradle vomit the liquid ingested.
It 's all coming and going from the nest. I who brought the child, and that they bring him back to me. I'm tired at the end I decided to keep him with me. I put in my bed and sleep together all night. Meanwhile
Mile, at home, continues to throw up.
resign ... I take it seriously for mile, after 1 month of illness is pale with dark circles, and has lost some weight.
Then consult with a doctor, the one next door. Maybe it's just reflux due to agitation, the situation. Anti-acid for a few days and Mile heals. But
Start Sam reflux .... for him .... you never stop. Perhaps I exaggerate with the desire to be with my kids alone in struggling to recover ... so I give up. Alone can not do it. Mile back to kindergarten, Enri be grandparents, and I take care of the child.
E 'was really hard. Even though I had experience with the brothers, the early days of Sam's mother were difficult. I did not want to admit being in trouble, I did not want the people who had always criticized could say "we were right" and I struggled. With fingernails, teeth.
It seemed to me that those days will no longer pass. Everything was eternal ... the little he was sick, I was not feeling well, the jealousy of brothers ....
Natuarlmente the time is spent alone with his pace and finally at home ... B. the sun shines. It 's been a year and I've never been so happy, I'm happy, happy ... I have the family I always wanted. I have so much guilt for what I thought while waiting for the little ... but I'm showing all the love that I can, so that it can never be a mistake.
Because he is not an error.
With him I learned to be a mother. I learned new things ... because for every child, to start all over again you always learn something. And I've learned .... I learned so many things.
I learned to stay at home alone with three small children
I learned to do the shopping carried by most children.
I have learned to traverse the whole country, on foot, to bring them to the park
I learned to respect me, I learned to respect the adyust ..
I learned to love him, and I taught them to volersene
I learned to give a damn about the people, their eyes when they saw me with Sam in the carrier and the other 2 hands.
I learned to laugh, or at least smile when their lip-reading "Did you see that?"
And I learned to be proud of the family that I created, with the man I love.
I'm happy, when I go out alone, or even when we are all together 5, to attract the eyes of the people. That look all that ... look what I am / we have been able to do ... because if only people knew how to live in symbiosis my 3 children, if only they saw how they love, as you seek, how they want to constantly be together, and how they think each other even when separated ... then that would have to talk ... 
positive test.
Tears, fears, tears, thoughts, tears and even more thoughts. Samuli
arrived unexpectedly, leaving things to chance, but not planning on being so lucky.
For me no problem, you just have to organize themselves .... in again.
For him no problem, you just start all over .... in again.
But that's okay, a child is always a blessing, and we infuse the kids love them ... we have always said that we wanted the three ... although maybe not as infretta.
Mile had only 30 months .... Enri 9
I'm not afraid for me, I'm not afraid for us. I'm afraid of the other .... and I have reason to. All criticism, all talk, all have their say, and I despise all speak as if I were, in order ... unconscious, and beep, beep .... and all the words that I did not forget but I can not repeat. However ....
pregnancy progresses, we are happy together, alone I feel bad for all the comments. The influence of intestinal
28/12...prima husband .... I resist.
Mile 2 days after starting ... and I resist.
Then comes the turn of Enrique ... and I resist, even if it is not yet healed
Mile Mile is aware of everything. He noticed her belly, she knows that I'm preparing vialigia and know I'll be away for a few days. ... And vomits every night, more or less the same time. I say it's influence even if we think little, because the day is fine, the night is a tragedy.
And of course we are also well .... I also fall in January, missing very little to the birth of the child.
Infleunza gut for me .... 3 days in a row past the bathroom to give the stomach.
Then finally on Sunday I'm fine .... I'm better, I eat a little bit at lunch, eat a little bit for dinner.
And the night begins to feel sick, stomach ache, stomach ache .... and what do I blame? influence, not to Samuli trying to get my attention ...
at 6.00 am of 18.1.2010 in the kitchen drinking my umpteenth cup of water and lemon. He gets my husband to go to work. "I'm home ... I'll help with the kids ... go to your mother ..." Then ...." I love ... but you sure is not Sam ... instill the date is 21 ... 18 ... today is your name that are to be with the kids you prepared we go to the hospital. "
I get up and "oh my God .... why did not I think of that before now I can not even walk anymore ... of my moving here because otherwise I do"
At 7 we are in the hospital, same old story. There comes a nurse who does not take me seriously, and he returns to the closet to talk with the midwife. I attack the door, because even though I have severe pain ... I need to push and hold on to something.
The midwife sees me and runs to help me ... visit me and tells me to run in the delivery room. 2 drives, maybe 3, are born Samuel 07:26. Born too cold, drink a bit of amniotic fluid, but nothing serious. Can I hold you in my arms .... I was born and I have not noticed. Meanwhile, outside the sky is red. The night gives way to a day that is born ...
I'm torn, I do not have the strength to walk, I do not have the strength to get dressed .... repeated these influences have destroyed me, but I can finally rest. Yes
pure .. illusion. I do not take the nest the little say that she cries because he wants to eat. but as I pull up from the cradle vomit the liquid ingested.
It 's all coming and going from the nest. I who brought the child, and that they bring him back to me. I'm tired at the end I decided to keep him with me. I put in my bed and sleep together all night. Meanwhile
Mile, at home, continues to throw up.
resign ... I take it seriously for mile, after 1 month of illness is pale with dark circles, and has lost some weight.
Then consult with a doctor, the one next door. Maybe it's just reflux due to agitation, the situation. Anti-acid for a few days and Mile heals. But
Start Sam reflux .... for him .... you never stop. Perhaps I exaggerate with the desire to be with my kids alone in struggling to recover ... so I give up. Alone can not do it. Mile back to kindergarten, Enri be grandparents, and I take care of the child.
E 'was really hard. Even though I had experience with the brothers, the early days of Sam's mother were difficult. I did not want to admit being in trouble, I did not want the people who had always criticized could say "we were right" and I struggled. With fingernails, teeth.
It seemed to me that those days will no longer pass. Everything was eternal ... the little he was sick, I was not feeling well, the jealousy of brothers ....
Natuarlmente the time is spent alone with his pace and finally at home ... B. the sun shines. It 's been a year and I've never been so happy, I'm happy, happy ... I have the family I always wanted. I have so much guilt for what I thought while waiting for the little ... but I'm showing all the love that I can, so that it can never be a mistake.
Because he is not an error.
With him I learned to be a mother. I learned new things ... because for every child, to start all over again you always learn something. And I've learned .... I learned so many things.
I learned to stay at home alone with three small children
I learned to do the shopping carried by most children.
I have learned to traverse the whole country, on foot, to bring them to the park
I learned to respect me, I learned to respect the adyust ..
I learned to love him, and I taught them to volersene
I learned to give a damn about the people, their eyes when they saw me with Sam in the carrier and the other 2 hands.
I learned to laugh, or at least smile when their lip-reading "Did you see that?"
And I learned to be proud of the family that I created, with the man I love.
I'm happy, when I go out alone, or even when we are all together 5, to attract the eyes of the people. That look all that ... look what I am / we have been able to do ... because if only people knew how to live in symbiosis my 3 children, if only they saw how they love, as you seek, how they want to constantly be together, and how they think each other even when separated ... then that would have to talk ...
Monday, March 7, 2011
Clarion Car Stereo Drb3675r What Does Er 6 Mean?
want it back I want it back I want it back on the back I want it back.
I want you to love me love me love me I want you to love me. My
Translated Soul Eater Doujinshi
Messaging.
you write stuff on the bathroom mirror a lot of years. Or post it. The morning there is always a small mocha already filled in and the cap is put on a yellow ticket that says "It 's ready." Or on the toilet paper. Papyrus with a pen liquid.
On the mirror, the top posts ended with "I love you!", Then at some point my mom was pregnant and then it said "you / I love you!" and when Charles was born has become "I love you." When my friends happen to come across out in the bathroom and always say "How nice, your." But we are also launching some
digs ... One day there I found a lot of written subtly trying to remember my father not to throw too much paper in the toilet and always pull the drain. The next day he had responded with a series of strips of masking tape with the words: "Come on, you can do it!" "We're almost there!" "You can do it!" And in the end, attached below the window: "You did it! Did you remember that .... I love you !!!".
How nice, my. What a story, they love. 
you write stuff on the bathroom mirror a lot of years. Or post it. The morning there is always a small mocha already filled in and the cap is put on a yellow ticket that says "It 's ready." Or on the toilet paper. Papyrus with a pen liquid.
On the mirror, the top posts ended with "I love you!", Then at some point my mom was pregnant and then it said "you / I love you!" and when Charles was born has become "I love you." When my friends happen to come across out in the bathroom and always say "How nice, your." But we are also launching some
digs ... One day there I found a lot of written subtly trying to remember my father not to throw too much paper in the toilet and always pull the drain. The next day he had responded with a series of strips of masking tape with the words: "Come on, you can do it!" "We're almost there!" "You can do it!" And in the end, attached below the window: "You did it! Did you remember that .... I love you !!!".
How nice, my. What a story, they love.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Oster Blender Model 542d
Poor
Perhaps many of you reading this post will be surprised. But bad is what I am. Me
are heard repeated so many times ... and if someone tells you, then two, then five, then perhaps it is true.
I am bad. Yesterday I was bad and I feel bad today. Knowing me I know that I will be bad tomorrow ....
Poor's who makes you feel bad when you're not already good.
Bad And who knows what words say to make you feel bad and I'll always blurted when it should be comprehensive.
bad is that you put me against the children, when it should leave them outside all
and Poor's who is indifferent to physical pain, when it should give you an idea to give you relief.
I, last night, I was all these things. Yes, and all together in one evening only.
Are you surprised? And if I told you that, in adolescence, even I did my father cry? And if I told you that when I was the entertainer was the most feared, especially by their mothers? And if I told you that it's been a period during which my brother called me Hitler? So you believe it? Why I know is really bad. And now, now that I'm still terribly angry, I do not care nothing about what I said, and what I did. In fact, I know perfectly well that, as I have written before, I will continue today, limiting my presence at the pure indiferrenza, because I know that indifference hurts and tremedamente discomfort.
I'm angry, and when I'm angry, really angry, then I become ill. But now, now I'm upset I do not mind being bad ... and even so, this is one more reason to be so. 
Perhaps many of you reading this post will be surprised. But bad is what I am. Me
are heard repeated so many times ... and if someone tells you, then two, then five, then perhaps it is true.
I am bad. Yesterday I was bad and I feel bad today. Knowing me I know that I will be bad tomorrow ....
Poor's who makes you feel bad when you're not already good.
Bad And who knows what words say to make you feel bad and I'll always blurted when it should be comprehensive.
bad is that you put me against the children, when it should leave them outside all
and Poor's who is indifferent to physical pain, when it should give you an idea to give you relief.
I, last night, I was all these things. Yes, and all together in one evening only.
Are you surprised? And if I told you that, in adolescence, even I did my father cry? And if I told you that when I was the entertainer was the most feared, especially by their mothers? And if I told you that it's been a period during which my brother called me Hitler? So you believe it? Why I know is really bad. And now, now that I'm still terribly angry, I do not care nothing about what I said, and what I did. In fact, I know perfectly well that, as I have written before, I will continue today, limiting my presence at the pure indiferrenza, because I know that indifference hurts and tremedamente discomfort.
I'm angry, and when I'm angry, really angry, then I become ill. But now, now I'm upset I do not mind being bad ... and even so, this is one more reason to be so.
Monroe Piercing Blister
Hello I remember me, I remember him and I would disappear hello I am always hungry now. It still lacks a bit '. Ugly people that turn nice people.
to explain how certain things are ruined things become very large compared to the similarities regarding the bottighie of the neck. All I ask because if you have that form as if made to slam on the nose. It seems a mistake, but it's foam. They do it for the foam. When the tea is poured into a bottle with narrow neck makes too much foam.
When all else fails watch an episode of Skins, which they certainly must be worse. We
we never loved each other, we never seemed to knife and fork.
There is a video of Amon Tobin at the beginning where you talk on the phone and special eye.
never takes someone good, oh, if you're not with someone because you do not like enough, there is little to turn around. Or because someone else will like it, or do you like more. At the end of the video is a white flower and then the credits. I would be the end credits because I can no longer be the flower. But at least she smiles.
I have a notebook where I do not write anything.
When you arrive ... I do not feel anything.
When I speak, I hear nothing.
When I listen to music, do not feel anything.
When I cry, I do not feel anything.
Milena Velba The Nightmare
Fat Thursday: history and culture
Today is Shrove Tuesday,
day when the carnival begins in theory, for then end the evening of Tuesday, the eve of Lent.
Here ... I consider myself very lucky, because in addition to love the carnival, live in a place where there are several important things about it.
First of all I live in the country, its history, the carnival is done in the evening on Ash Wednesday, on the day, and then, when Lent begins.
And then, I have the strategic luck (always with a view of the fact that I love the carnival) to live a little 15 km from Ivrea, where there is the famous battle of oranges.
For those unfamiliar with the story tell you about very briefly and release very simple.
all goes back to the period of the Middle Ages. Legend has it that Violetta daughter of a miller of Ivrea, the night of his wedding was brought to by the evil tyrant who Castellazzo wanted to assert the right to spend with her wedding night as Violetta wife of a serf of the tyrant himself.
Violet manages to get drunk but the tyrant while he sleeps and cut off his head (I know, it's a bit macabre), thus starting a popular uprising and the slaughter of the tyrant.
Natuarlmente the carnival is the main character of Violetta, or Mugnaia in front of the parade as the standard bearers with the flags representing each ward, then there is the general on horseback with the officers of the staff and the food, the replaced Chancellor, and finally, abba, all of which are children. To give a touch of
allegrai is the band of fifes, parading with a uniform consisting of tunic and red trousers green.
The festival begins on the night of Shrove Tuesday, when every square is a party with music, and people go all dressed as he pleases .... and I assure you that there is no limit to the imagination, I already seen it all.
Saturday evening there will be the release of Violetta, the march to the city, where the groups will also participate in the orange throwers. And from Sunday through Tuesday will be the famous battle of oranges.
The battle we follow are in the 3 main squares, where the teams who patrol the streets waiting for the aranceri passage of the wagons ... and I assure them that being in the middle is not very enjoyable !!!!!
wagons, pulled by pairs or quadrille (and here the animals all the years are being felt more and more) aranceri carry groups of about a dozen that are protected by armor and especially leather masks with iron gratings to protect the face . Each group on foot, however, is much larger, ranging literally assault the wagon across the square trying to hit, a shot of orange, the opponents on the bandwagon. Most malicious attempt to hit their face masks so that enter the orange juice in the eye (that is so cruel ....) The aranceri foot wear colorful costumes by group membership with jackets often open very wide to hold the oranges (my brother instead became a big shoulder bag that carries that fills then oranges) and they do not have any protection to shield from oranges that come from the wagon.
During these three days of battle, where everything is filled with orange and everywhere where there is a wonderful scent, a special committee observes all these battles and declared a winner.
tell how I wrote it seems cruel, and in many ways it is, because parents unconscious accompagano their children in tow, tantitissimi young (and old) are injured. broken noses and cheeks are swollen routine things, but I assure you, watching from a spectator is something fantastic. There are safety nets, and then .... in theory, here wearing a red hat .... sock-shaped, more or less the shape it is this, is immune from being hit.
do not know if I get the idea, but it is the Carnival of Ivrea is something unique and fantastic, it deserves to be experienced at least once in their lifetime. 
Today is Shrove Tuesday,
day when the carnival begins in theory, for then end the evening of Tuesday, the eve of Lent.
Here ... I consider myself very lucky, because in addition to love the carnival, live in a place where there are several important things about it.
First of all I live in the country, its history, the carnival is done in the evening on Ash Wednesday, on the day, and then, when Lent begins.
And then, I have the strategic luck (always with a view of the fact that I love the carnival) to live a little 15 km from Ivrea, where there is the famous battle of oranges.
For those unfamiliar with the story tell you about very briefly and release very simple.
all goes back to the period of the Middle Ages. Legend has it that Violetta daughter of a miller of Ivrea, the night of his wedding was brought to by the evil tyrant who Castellazzo wanted to assert the right to spend with her wedding night as Violetta wife of a serf of the tyrant himself.
Violet manages to get drunk but the tyrant while he sleeps and cut off his head (I know, it's a bit macabre), thus starting a popular uprising and the slaughter of the tyrant.
Natuarlmente the carnival is the main character of Violetta, or Mugnaia in front of the parade as the standard bearers with the flags representing each ward, then there is the general on horseback with the officers of the staff and the food, the replaced Chancellor, and finally, abba, all of which are children. To give a touch of
allegrai is the band of fifes, parading with a uniform consisting of tunic and red trousers green.
The festival begins on the night of Shrove Tuesday, when every square is a party with music, and people go all dressed as he pleases .... and I assure you that there is no limit to the imagination, I already seen it all.
Saturday evening there will be the release of Violetta, the march to the city, where the groups will also participate in the orange throwers. And from Sunday through Tuesday will be the famous battle of oranges.
The battle we follow are in the 3 main squares, where the teams who patrol the streets waiting for the aranceri passage of the wagons ... and I assure them that being in the middle is not very enjoyable !!!!!
wagons, pulled by pairs or quadrille (and here the animals all the years are being felt more and more) aranceri carry groups of about a dozen that are protected by armor and especially leather masks with iron gratings to protect the face . Each group on foot, however, is much larger, ranging literally assault the wagon across the square trying to hit, a shot of orange, the opponents on the bandwagon. Most malicious attempt to hit their face masks so that enter the orange juice in the eye (that is so cruel ....) The aranceri foot wear colorful costumes by group membership with jackets often open very wide to hold the oranges (my brother instead became a big shoulder bag that carries that fills then oranges) and they do not have any protection to shield from oranges that come from the wagon.
During these three days of battle, where everything is filled with orange and everywhere where there is a wonderful scent, a special committee observes all these battles and declared a winner.
tell how I wrote it seems cruel, and in many ways it is, because parents unconscious accompagano their children in tow, tantitissimi young (and old) are injured. broken noses and cheeks are swollen routine things, but I assure you, watching from a spectator is something fantastic. There are safety nets, and then .... in theory, here wearing a red hat .... sock-shaped, more or less the shape it is this, is immune from being hit.
do not know if I get the idea, but it is the Carnival of Ivrea is something unique and fantastic, it deserves to be experienced at least once in their lifetime.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Alternative To Profantasy
advice, concerns and common sense
Saturday evening I was having dinner at a friend's house.
6 adults and 5 children (3 were mine) that were confusing, all playing together.
course, between me and the other two mothers have left comments on the children ... sleeping, eating, education ....
I generally I avoid give advice to other moms because I do not want me just because I consider that to be presumptuous, as children, I have 3 .... Saturday
And I really struggled to keep his mouth shut, but I am convinced I did the right thing. Me and this other mother have 2 different characters.
I worry rarely address issues as they are finding the solution on its own or at least discussing it with my husband ... anyway, stirring, for me, is not home.
M., however, is agitated, wants certainty 1000, wants to know, wants to have everything under control and always, is anxiety-made person.
His daughter, whose name is like mine, is 11 months.
you, Mom, it's really desperate because aldifuori can not do anything to cook for her daughter. Yes, because at 11 months eats pureed stuff because he has not yet tried to give her solid stuff, not even a piece of bread, because the pediatrician and he's not yet said
The Pharmacokinetic jelly fresh every day, lunch and evening because the pediatrician said to do so
not ever be the jelly heated because the pediatrician told her not to do so
"but as you do with three?" I asked?
And I answered, "but excuse me, but the stuff you heated the day before did not you ever eat?" "Yeah, right ... so why not do so well with your daughter? If you're not evil, not nothing will happen even to you ...
"but from what you have snack? to me because the pediatrician said to give him plain yogurt and I blend the fruit on it, but the child does not eat!"
"but you - I said - you've tasted? E 'abominable enough yougrt the white, acid is" yes. I said, it is not at all good "
What have I said? "But if you can not even eat you, how do you expect her to do it? I advice you will not do, because everyone does as he wishes, but if you believe in me let it be what you say to your pediatrician and follow the Your instinct "....
"ah, so I can give you seconds to drink water 'cause my pediatrician says ....
I found this discussion quite absurd .... ok, there are pediatricians who are supposed to simply give you a general guidance, but there are also the maternal instinct, common sense and practical sense. If you
sembraassurdo that your pediatrician has told you not to give water to your children, because the jelly has everything that you need ... Give it some water anyway ... what do you want to succeed in this little creature? Absolutely nothing
If it seems absurd that he has not eaten bread, and who is not intrigued by solid foods, try to offer bread or rice .... crekers not hurt him for sure. But it's so
diffile? I wonder ....
I have focused instead on more ...
addition to my three children, were M. of just 11 months, and R. 16 months .... well, leaving R and hail to make comparisons, but between M and my Sam is an abyss.
M. is 10,000 light years ahead .... and do not know how much it hurts to admit this. Crawling, standing up, it has fluid movements, is sure if ...
instead .... Sam is funny, she is still walking on my ass, so not really walking but moves from his seat. It 'more rigid, it is not fluid, is clumsy.
I do not care if he is able to eat a piece of pizza or a pasta dish, where the bieron of milk for breakfast if you eat alone, or if you already say 7 / 8 words ... I I just do not walk, that's not really able to rise up .... and I'm worried!
I know that every child has its time and bla bla bla, but I have so many .... but the head, really. 
Saturday evening I was having dinner at a friend's house.
6 adults and 5 children (3 were mine) that were confusing, all playing together.
course, between me and the other two mothers have left comments on the children ... sleeping, eating, education ....
I generally I avoid give advice to other moms because I do not want me just because I consider that to be presumptuous, as children, I have 3 .... Saturday
And I really struggled to keep his mouth shut, but I am convinced I did the right thing. Me and this other mother have 2 different characters.
I worry rarely address issues as they are finding the solution on its own or at least discussing it with my husband ... anyway, stirring, for me, is not home.
M., however, is agitated, wants certainty 1000, wants to know, wants to have everything under control and always, is anxiety-made person.
His daughter, whose name is like mine, is 11 months.
you, Mom, it's really desperate because aldifuori can not do anything to cook for her daughter. Yes, because at 11 months eats pureed stuff because he has not yet tried to give her solid stuff, not even a piece of bread, because the pediatrician and he's not yet said
The Pharmacokinetic jelly fresh every day, lunch and evening because the pediatrician said to do so
not ever be the jelly heated because the pediatrician told her not to do so
"but as you do with three?" I asked?
And I answered, "but excuse me, but the stuff you heated the day before did not you ever eat?" "Yeah, right ... so why not do so well with your daughter? If you're not evil, not nothing will happen even to you ...
"but from what you have snack? to me because the pediatrician said to give him plain yogurt and I blend the fruit on it, but the child does not eat!"
"but you - I said - you've tasted? E 'abominable enough yougrt the white, acid is" yes. I said, it is not at all good "
What have I said? "But if you can not even eat you, how do you expect her to do it? I advice you will not do, because everyone does as he wishes, but if you believe in me let it be what you say to your pediatrician and follow the Your instinct "....
"ah, so I can give you seconds to drink water 'cause my pediatrician says ....
I found this discussion quite absurd .... ok, there are pediatricians who are supposed to simply give you a general guidance, but there are also the maternal instinct, common sense and practical sense. If you
sembraassurdo that your pediatrician has told you not to give water to your children, because the jelly has everything that you need ... Give it some water anyway ... what do you want to succeed in this little creature? Absolutely nothing
If it seems absurd that he has not eaten bread, and who is not intrigued by solid foods, try to offer bread or rice .... crekers not hurt him for sure. But it's so
diffile? I wonder ....
I have focused instead on more ...
addition to my three children, were M. of just 11 months, and R. 16 months .... well, leaving R and hail to make comparisons, but between M and my Sam is an abyss.
M. is 10,000 light years ahead .... and do not know how much it hurts to admit this. Crawling, standing up, it has fluid movements, is sure if ...
instead .... Sam is funny, she is still walking on my ass, so not really walking but moves from his seat. It 'more rigid, it is not fluid, is clumsy.
I do not care if he is able to eat a piece of pizza or a pasta dish, where the bieron of milk for breakfast if you eat alone, or if you already say 7 / 8 words ... I I just do not walk, that's not really able to rise up .... and I'm worried!
I know that every child has its time and bla bla bla, but I have so many .... but the head, really.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Peeing Alot And Period Pain
The arrival of Enri
The 04/07 was to be born, and the 7.4 was born.
the same day of his grandfather ... at the end of midnight in the dark of night, in the dim lights of the delivery room, asleep in the silence of the corridors.
07.04.2008, h 23.50 - Friday - his blue eyes and my parents met for the first time.
was already a little star Enrique, but he (or us) they were aware of.
That evening, the night of 04/07 was organized a concert, to which both my brothers, my sister and my dad would have been an active part as members of the band.
Then, for some days, I kept repeating to my tummy please, do not make jokes, if you really want to be born that is at least 04/07 in the morning or early afternoon to the max. " The logistics cycle times by my parents for the "withdrawal" of Mile that day, just for the preparations and all the rest were a bit limited ....
And instead, the little brat has started to be felt at 16.00 pm. Small contraction, which for a normal person would have meant nothing, but since the previous birth of Mile would have meant so much to me.
few contractions, spaced out a lot together, but very painful.
At 1800 my husband called me from work saying he would be late ... ok, I told him .... but not tardardare too, you know I'm not too fit.
He did not understand .... and I'm not down in details.
When it soon becomes clear that something is wrong, we order pizza and start a pull-and-pull between us, "we go to the hospital," he says "no, but you say" I say "call the grandparent who are taking Milena "repeats" but no, come on, wait a little longer. "
Then go to the bathroom, begin to be some small loss of blood ... ok maybe we really ... too bad that they now 20:00 ... I wonder if the grandparents are still at home.
Phones, and my father's usual late is still there. And takes the car comes to pick Mile, all happy to spend the night outside.
...." Then come on, De, go to the hospital "-" no, I'm not coming, I'm afraid, you go alone I'll wait here "
" come on, do not be silly, come before it's too late, and then what you want it, you've already done once "-" is precisely here, I do not want me cuciano again. I'm not going! "
I was practically brought to the machine arm, and me I threw a tantrum like a child. Do not ask what happened to me, but I was really frightened. I did not want to give birth!
arrived at the hospital, I do the layout - are about 21.00 - and repeated the same phrases as last time "does not seem in a labor the contractions are few and read" ... I explain the previous round and midwife then become, by that time "under special surveillance." do not leave me in peace even a minute. I
pelvic examination, this time I can. There is a doctor, that Fabrizio really nice. Young, blond, with green eyes ... almost puts me in awe. I visit, and I said "Madam, I have to say it to him this, because if no one believes the story, she's already 5 cm ... but these contractions with her .... is made to have children! "
I assign the room, the same room and same bed where I had Mile.
's almost 22 .... say to my husband who can go home because it could take all night "knows, is only half way", but of course my husband is with me.
walk the halls silent, we hold hands .....
At about the 23 stetrica tells me go to delivery room .... full expansion. The origin pretty frequently tell me to tell me that is a joke, it is impossible ... it is surely a joke ... about to give birth and is as quiet as if he were to go for the expenditure "in the labor room
Vado, begin the push ... but I block. scream that I will not give birth, I'm afraid of the points that I will later, and I want to go home, promising to return them the next day.
make me go into the delivery room, things are complicated. I can hold the contractions which are now completely gone. They try to tell me that the baby is likely to suffer ... but I say I do not give a damn.
At some point the origin beautiful, it's always him, I climb the bulging, and Henry was born. Just like that .. in a moment .... and are
23:50
I sew, of course, and I cry because of the many things that the midwife was there that I had sworn that I would not sew. But this time ... no pain, no
anything I relax, but I cry, knowing that he had said horrible things that reassure me .... but I definitely think ...." is normal, do not worry. The second part is always harder than the first , and then you Sforni them so fast that you do not even have time to digest it "
cell phone rang ... my husband had forgotten to turn it off .... me ask if that was the grandfather Enrique was already born.
And so he is becoming famous.
famous because my dad came late to the concert, and the master, at the microphone said "the announcement that Mr. E. arrived late because her daughter is in hospital to give birth to the baby Enri" ... the country is small, I know all. E 'party and a big round of applause was given a piece.
And then, after the concert .... all in a pizzeria and when it was announced that indeed was already born, has been made a toast that has conivolto all.
E 'famous little Enrique, because even now when they see me they say "ah, he was born the night of the concert ... I remember it very well."
Now the baby has two years and a half ... is sensitive, but judicious daring, romantic but obnoxious, sweet but also rebellious.
has 2 big green eyes that attract attezione all of which make me to be terribly jealous.
Henry is .... Henry! 
The 04/07 was to be born, and the 7.4 was born.
the same day of his grandfather ... at the end of midnight in the dark of night, in the dim lights of the delivery room, asleep in the silence of the corridors.
07.04.2008, h 23.50 - Friday - his blue eyes and my parents met for the first time.
was already a little star Enrique, but he (or us) they were aware of.
That evening, the night of 04/07 was organized a concert, to which both my brothers, my sister and my dad would have been an active part as members of the band.
Then, for some days, I kept repeating to my tummy please, do not make jokes, if you really want to be born that is at least 04/07 in the morning or early afternoon to the max. " The logistics cycle times by my parents for the "withdrawal" of Mile that day, just for the preparations and all the rest were a bit limited ....
And instead, the little brat has started to be felt at 16.00 pm. Small contraction, which for a normal person would have meant nothing, but since the previous birth of Mile would have meant so much to me.
few contractions, spaced out a lot together, but very painful.
At 1800 my husband called me from work saying he would be late ... ok, I told him .... but not tardardare too, you know I'm not too fit.
He did not understand .... and I'm not down in details.
When it soon becomes clear that something is wrong, we order pizza and start a pull-and-pull between us, "we go to the hospital," he says "no, but you say" I say "call the grandparent who are taking Milena "repeats" but no, come on, wait a little longer. "
Then go to the bathroom, begin to be some small loss of blood ... ok maybe we really ... too bad that they now 20:00 ... I wonder if the grandparents are still at home.
Phones, and my father's usual late is still there. And takes the car comes to pick Mile, all happy to spend the night outside.
...." Then come on, De, go to the hospital "-" no, I'm not coming, I'm afraid, you go alone I'll wait here "
" come on, do not be silly, come before it's too late, and then what you want it, you've already done once "-" is precisely here, I do not want me cuciano again. I'm not going! "
I was practically brought to the machine arm, and me I threw a tantrum like a child. Do not ask what happened to me, but I was really frightened. I did not want to give birth!
arrived at the hospital, I do the layout - are about 21.00 - and repeated the same phrases as last time "does not seem in a labor the contractions are few and read" ... I explain the previous round and midwife then become, by that time "under special surveillance." do not leave me in peace even a minute. I
pelvic examination, this time I can. There is a doctor, that Fabrizio really nice. Young, blond, with green eyes ... almost puts me in awe. I visit, and I said "Madam, I have to say it to him this, because if no one believes the story, she's already 5 cm ... but these contractions with her .... is made to have children! "
I assign the room, the same room and same bed where I had Mile.
's almost 22 .... say to my husband who can go home because it could take all night "knows, is only half way", but of course my husband is with me.
walk the halls silent, we hold hands .....
At about the 23 stetrica tells me go to delivery room .... full expansion. The origin pretty frequently tell me to tell me that is a joke, it is impossible ... it is surely a joke ... about to give birth and is as quiet as if he were to go for the expenditure "in the labor room
Vado, begin the push ... but I block. scream that I will not give birth, I'm afraid of the points that I will later, and I want to go home, promising to return them the next day.
make me go into the delivery room, things are complicated. I can hold the contractions which are now completely gone. They try to tell me that the baby is likely to suffer ... but I say I do not give a damn.
At some point the origin beautiful, it's always him, I climb the bulging, and Henry was born. Just like that .. in a moment .... and are
23:50
I sew, of course, and I cry because of the many things that the midwife was there that I had sworn that I would not sew. But this time ... no pain, no
anything I relax, but I cry, knowing that he had said horrible things that reassure me .... but I definitely think ...." is normal, do not worry. The second part is always harder than the first , and then you Sforni them so fast that you do not even have time to digest it "
cell phone rang ... my husband had forgotten to turn it off .... me ask if that was the grandfather Enrique was already born.
And so he is becoming famous.
famous because my dad came late to the concert, and the master, at the microphone said "the announcement that Mr. E. arrived late because her daughter is in hospital to give birth to the baby Enri" ... the country is small, I know all. E 'party and a big round of applause was given a piece.
And then, after the concert .... all in a pizzeria and when it was announced that indeed was already born, has been made a toast that has conivolto all.
E 'famous little Enrique, because even now when they see me they say "ah, he was born the night of the concert ... I remember it very well."
Now the baby has two years and a half ... is sensitive, but judicious daring, romantic but obnoxious, sweet but also rebellious.
has 2 big green eyes that attract attezione all of which make me to be terribly jealous.
Henry is .... Henry!
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What has happened to me:
What has happened to me:
The person I loved most of my life and more than anyone else I loved before *, after a fight about something stupid but I had done much to exacerbate say, 'Okay, let us "but only to scare him, has seen fit to take the ball and finally tell me what he thought for a long time: that does not love me, that I have never loved even" trying " and there's never done with any of them, who can not see me as nothing more than a friend and who, let's the right thing to do.
When I told him (after quarrel) did not want to be with him, though, I had asked her to try again, that they were still together, I made the mistake of not immediately say yes and make peace on the day and he after he had made his decision. That is not to see me again.
To which I would disappear and you will not find my medicine because I was with him while I was using did not and now I do not know where the hell I put them.
I might have to take everything a bit 'more.
He was perfect, had the perfect friends, we were all beautiful things, was handsome, I wanted to read books, if only I had spent more time, you could see he did not love me, but every now and then he said to me, is to be noted that only a few times he said it first, I remember so well the time we back from the Blank Dogs, his "I love you" were almost always only one answer, but these things do not want to see, that is, I told him, I asked him but do not you like but do not love me but you do not like to see me and he said but not what you say. Then the bad things
guy who does not love me and who does not want to be with me and he happened to come to me with no desire to see me so he gave me the phone. "Because if you cry and I'll see you after I return with you and does not go well, then soon return to where we are now. "Then I broke his balls for two days and finally came to Forlì, we talked for Thias of the stairs, I was dead, his heart, he told me the same things without even closer, then I He hugged me after I prayed for half an hour, then I looked at the chest from the neck of the shirt.
then did not give me a kiss.
I told him I loved him so much. Truly I tell him every day for almost six months. It does not matter.
Yesterday I asked how it was possible that he missed and he told me I never said, I miss you, yes, but not in that way. But how? Okay I know how. But how?
What gear did not work for which he is now the most important thing the world to me and I did not absolutely necessary? Yet
've got friends, beautiful things happen to me ... but because they saw what we could become if only he had taken from his head the idea of \u200b\u200bdistressing relationship between two people of different sexes who?
says that in reality no one has ever loved, just me, and then could not fool myself as he had done with them all. No
but oh well fuck you.
* I know that there is little love and love so much, says Benigni, no one is dead or just dead time. But it was to show that I've never been so taken by anyone. 
What has happened to me:
The person I loved most of my life and more than anyone else I loved before *, after a fight about something stupid but I had done much to exacerbate say, 'Okay, let us "but only to scare him, has seen fit to take the ball and finally tell me what he thought for a long time: that does not love me, that I have never loved even" trying " and there's never done with any of them, who can not see me as nothing more than a friend and who, let's the right thing to do.
When I told him (after quarrel) did not want to be with him, though, I had asked her to try again, that they were still together, I made the mistake of not immediately say yes and make peace on the day and he after he had made his decision. That is not to see me again.
To which I would disappear and you will not find my medicine because I was with him while I was using did not and now I do not know where the hell I put them.
I might have to take everything a bit 'more.
He was perfect, had the perfect friends, we were all beautiful things, was handsome, I wanted to read books, if only I had spent more time, you could see he did not love me, but every now and then he said to me, is to be noted that only a few times he said it first, I remember so well the time we back from the Blank Dogs, his "I love you" were almost always only one answer, but these things do not want to see, that is, I told him, I asked him but do not you like but do not love me but you do not like to see me and he said but not what you say. Then the bad things
guy who does not love me and who does not want to be with me and he happened to come to me with no desire to see me so he gave me the phone. "Because if you cry and I'll see you after I return with you and does not go well, then soon return to where we are now. "Then I broke his balls for two days and finally came to Forlì, we talked for Thias of the stairs, I was dead, his heart, he told me the same things without even closer, then I He hugged me after I prayed for half an hour, then I looked at the chest from the neck of the shirt.
then did not give me a kiss.
I told him I loved him so much. Truly I tell him every day for almost six months. It does not matter.
Yesterday I asked how it was possible that he missed and he told me I never said, I miss you, yes, but not in that way. But how? Okay I know how. But how?
What gear did not work for which he is now the most important thing the world to me and I did not absolutely necessary? Yet
've got friends, beautiful things happen to me ... but because they saw what we could become if only he had taken from his head the idea of \u200b\u200bdistressing relationship between two people of different sexes who?
says that in reality no one has ever loved, just me, and then could not fool myself as he had done with them all. No
but oh well fuck you.
* I know that there is little love and love so much, says Benigni, no one is dead or just dead time. But it was to show that I've never been so taken by anyone.
Monday, February 21, 2011
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Sunday Bestial
Although Sam did Friday and then the vaccine is really bad, always the little
despite their poor little sleep since Friday, he complains a lot, is picky, boring, and a whole host of other cute little adjectives,
here. .. despite all of this yesterday was really a brutal Sunday.
CARNIVAL IN THE MAGIC OF OZ
carnival is sacred to me, I love it and I take care in every detail.
I like to participate, I like to have fun, I also like that if you shove the confetti everywhere ... I also like to clean up after.
I do not mind the chaos, confusion, noise .... It 'CARNIVAL.
And so yesterday I took the kids cernevale the children in my hometown, where I know all moms, dads, grandparents, dogs and goldfish. I was already in
fibrillation by day, with clothes hanging in the closet, streamers and confetti bought quite a while and waiting to be spread everywhere.
A little torn in my desire for perfection and instead to follow the wishes of the children ... of course they had won. And so ...
Mile in her fuchsia dress by barbie ... but no crown or circles in my head because they do not stand in his
Enri Tutone ... but without a lion's head because it gives him trouble, and without the tail because otherwise the other kids pulled gliel'avrebbero
and dressed as a bunny for Sam, was immaculate in the closet because the natural good sense has prevailed on every instinct they have, and he was at home with his grandmother.
I played, pulled confetti, threw confetti and threw confetti.
I chatted, finally, with a lot of moms and dads, I threw confetti, and continued to throw confetti.
got home .... we had confetti scattered everywhere, even inside the diaper Enrique, Mile was as if he had a shirt more.
But we had a great time ... and today, asylum, is the first thing that Miles told his teacher.
AH, how I love the carnival .... I can not wait to be next Sunday !!!!!! 
Although Sam did Friday and then the vaccine is really bad, always the little
despite their poor little sleep since Friday, he complains a lot, is picky, boring, and a whole host of other cute little adjectives,
here. .. despite all of this yesterday was really a brutal Sunday.
CARNIVAL IN THE MAGIC OF OZ
carnival is sacred to me, I love it and I take care in every detail.
I like to participate, I like to have fun, I also like that if you shove the confetti everywhere ... I also like to clean up after.
I do not mind the chaos, confusion, noise .... It 'CARNIVAL.
And so yesterday I took the kids cernevale the children in my hometown, where I know all moms, dads, grandparents, dogs and goldfish. I was already in
fibrillation by day, with clothes hanging in the closet, streamers and confetti bought quite a while and waiting to be spread everywhere.
A little torn in my desire for perfection and instead to follow the wishes of the children ... of course they had won. And so ...
Mile in her fuchsia dress by barbie ... but no crown or circles in my head because they do not stand in his
Enri Tutone ... but without a lion's head because it gives him trouble, and without the tail because otherwise the other kids pulled gliel'avrebbero
and dressed as a bunny for Sam, was immaculate in the closet because the natural good sense has prevailed on every instinct they have, and he was at home with his grandmother.
I played, pulled confetti, threw confetti and threw confetti.
I chatted, finally, with a lot of moms and dads, I threw confetti, and continued to throw confetti.
got home .... we had confetti scattered everywhere, even inside the diaper Enrique, Mile was as if he had a shirt more.
But we had a great time ... and today, asylum, is the first thing that Miles told his teacher.
AH, how I love the carnival .... I can not wait to be next Sunday !!!!!!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
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HOME OWNERS!
And yes, finally, after 4 years of research are officially homeowners.
4 years where we viewed homes, apartments, farmhouses to renovate
4 years where we have even thought of being able to build our love nest according to our personal tastes completely starting from 0
And now it's done! It does not seem real. From Tuesday, 15/02
I too am part of the "rich" owners .... so that is tempting, but .... a famous advertising saying "there is always something behind" ... and my "something behind "are 20 mutual !!!!!!!
But we will succeed in spite of my salary now halved from part.time. Because this loan was the result of a careful selection, studied in detail .... and then ... change what I think you have a mortgage on his shoulders, instead of a holiday as it was in the last 7 years?
Basically I do not change anything, just the word "mortgage" that is scary ..
... Well before the move will go a few more months.
few months to get the best, especially to explain to Mile that has to get used to the idea.
She saw her home, she likes ... but of course does not see it as his own.
do not know what I'd give to be where I am now. I like it, I love this little house, although a few are 80 square meters. Are not enough for us that we are in 5, where the children sleep in the living room, where there is a cellar to be exploited. But it is a beautiful house, in the main street, full of comfort for me .... for a mother often alone with three children and then have to organize on outings, walks in, the daily shopping. And then a beautiful playground, not too far from home.
move I'm sorry too, but the logistics needs it.
I am large, I understand and I adjusted.
The problem will be children. Mile categorically refuses even the idea when he hears talk about the new house goes on the rampage ...
but that's another story, an important story that deserves a separate post.
soon as I have time I will speak of this too. 
And yes, finally, after 4 years of research are officially homeowners.
4 years where we viewed homes, apartments, farmhouses to renovate
4 years where we have even thought of being able to build our love nest according to our personal tastes completely starting from 0
And now it's done! It does not seem real. From Tuesday, 15/02
I too am part of the "rich" owners .... so that is tempting, but .... a famous advertising saying "there is always something behind" ... and my "something behind "are 20 mutual !!!!!!!
But we will succeed in spite of my salary now halved from part.time. Because this loan was the result of a careful selection, studied in detail .... and then ... change what I think you have a mortgage on his shoulders, instead of a holiday as it was in the last 7 years?
Basically I do not change anything, just the word "mortgage" that is scary ..
... Well before the move will go a few more months.
few months to get the best, especially to explain to Mile that has to get used to the idea.
She saw her home, she likes ... but of course does not see it as his own.
do not know what I'd give to be where I am now. I like it, I love this little house, although a few are 80 square meters. Are not enough for us that we are in 5, where the children sleep in the living room, where there is a cellar to be exploited. But it is a beautiful house, in the main street, full of comfort for me .... for a mother often alone with three children and then have to organize on outings, walks in, the daily shopping. And then a beautiful playground, not too far from home.
move I'm sorry too, but the logistics needs it.
I am large, I understand and I adjusted.
The problem will be children. Mile categorically refuses even the idea when he hears talk about the new house goes on the rampage ...
but that's another story, an important story that deserves a separate post.
soon as I have time I will speak of this too.
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I wish someone would kill me because I can not do this alone.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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in better shape, I feel better, maybe not, leaves, meat, I am reminded of the artistic gymnastics, video tape, housewives at home in the morning, rain, change the channel. Three pounds in one month, I'm hungry, keratin, four calories per gram, the Daft and friendship, there are three types of death. The pronunciation, no beard, best of a bad game, is not it, covered, html, studied art! Gets things, sandwiches, allergy, the dirt road, the steps, boredom, waiting, propane and spark, I can not find things, harassment, chutzpah, the apple chewed, sirloin steak, lean meat. Indifference, in the end I can not, scales, oil, second right. Flying Lotus, is uncomfortable, I apologize, Milan, singers fags, no limit, update. The ABC, seemed difficult, just good music to fuck, anacolouth, I'm like autumn leaves on the trees, the meat and peppers. Washed, dance. - "Writing Milan." - "Milan because I refuse to write about us? Vasco Brondi? -" Okay, then put us on the accent or as Sigur Ros. "
(M + F) 
in better shape, I feel better, maybe not, leaves, meat, I am reminded of the artistic gymnastics, video tape, housewives at home in the morning, rain, change the channel. Three pounds in one month, I'm hungry, keratin, four calories per gram, the Daft and friendship, there are three types of death. The pronunciation, no beard, best of a bad game, is not it, covered, html, studied art! Gets things, sandwiches, allergy, the dirt road, the steps, boredom, waiting, propane and spark, I can not find things, harassment, chutzpah, the apple chewed, sirloin steak, lean meat. Indifference, in the end I can not, scales, oil, second right. Flying Lotus, is uncomfortable, I apologize, Milan, singers fags, no limit, update. The ABC, seemed difficult, just good music to fuck, anacolouth, I'm like autumn leaves on the trees, the meat and peppers. Washed, dance. - "Writing Milan." - "Milan because I refuse to write about us? Vasco Brondi? -" Okay, then put us on the accent or as Sigur Ros. "
(M + F)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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Valentine's face ....
In theory, this day should come out from my eyes so many hearts in love and many stars .... And instead
leave only arrows, sharp and full of beautiful electricity.
And by the way, I also somehow doubt that today is Monday 14 and Friday 17.
It's only 8:55 and that's what happened to me when, just two hours ago has sounded the alarm right.
-) I dressed Mile after breakfast, but while she was dressing Enrique has seen fit to take even a biscuit tea was spilling all over him (he had even coat / scarf / hat)
-) I've changed a fight with because she did not want his pants remained clean in the closet and discovered that even his socks were soaked tea
-) time to exit His voice came out this phrase, "Mama, but the jacket is wet" ... so I went looking for a jacket integrates
-) time to go out, I sadly realized that my house keys and the machine remained in the jacket of my husband ... too bad that he works 30 km away ...
-) I try the spare keys, and when I go I can not leave the door because a car that was entering the court rejected it with one that was coming out
-) now I am late .... I can not bring Mile kindergarten and I'll ask my mom, just that today is Monday and must also make the bed
-) at 8:20 am there is a deadly traffic, I take the short cut that goes directly from my parents' house on the highway but there's still a jeep driver who is happily chatting with a passerby. I have taken for crazy, but I lowered the window and I yelled
-) arrived in the office (late) my owner tells me that tomorrow will not accompany me to a conference in Turin and I have to go alone (which I though I drove up in Croatia without problems, we do not know To turn ....)
-) snow is expected tomorrow
it enough ????????? NO because tomorrow I should also do the deed by the notary ......
I'm afraid, because tomorrow before it gets there are still 15 hours ....
assure you that all I wrote what really happened to me this morning, although it may seem absurd. 
In theory, this day should come out from my eyes so many hearts in love and many stars .... And instead
leave only arrows, sharp and full of beautiful electricity.
And by the way, I also somehow doubt that today is Monday 14 and Friday 17.
It's only 8:55 and that's what happened to me when, just two hours ago has sounded the alarm right.
-) I dressed Mile after breakfast, but while she was dressing Enrique has seen fit to take even a biscuit tea was spilling all over him (he had even coat / scarf / hat)
-) I've changed a fight with because she did not want his pants remained clean in the closet and discovered that even his socks were soaked tea
-) time to exit His voice came out this phrase, "Mama, but the jacket is wet" ... so I went looking for a jacket integrates
-) time to go out, I sadly realized that my house keys and the machine remained in the jacket of my husband ... too bad that he works 30 km away ...
-) I try the spare keys, and when I go I can not leave the door because a car that was entering the court rejected it with one that was coming out
-) now I am late .... I can not bring Mile kindergarten and I'll ask my mom, just that today is Monday and must also make the bed
-) at 8:20 am there is a deadly traffic, I take the short cut that goes directly from my parents' house on the highway but there's still a jeep driver who is happily chatting with a passerby. I have taken for crazy, but I lowered the window and I yelled
-) arrived in the office (late) my owner tells me that tomorrow will not accompany me to a conference in Turin and I have to go alone (which I though I drove up in Croatia without problems, we do not know To turn ....)
-) snow is expected tomorrow
it enough ????????? NO because tomorrow I should also do the deed by the notary ......
I'm afraid, because tomorrow before it gets there are still 15 hours ....
assure you that all I wrote what really happened to me this morning, although it may seem absurd.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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get home on Saturday night and remain car in the garden to listen to and watch the trees for Black illusion of being back a little 'later. E' Forlì.
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