Sunday, December 7, 2008

Substitute Can Chopped Tomato

we advance, we advance ...

... we have more fuel to go the other way.

That the dams are removed then it must return to work and for that first step : Retrieve his car. Too

fastoche. First

retrieve a can (leaking) a friend lent us kindly.
Walk to the nearest pump ..... Open the pump ... changes everything!
Sneak between the 50 cars waiting to join the group of drivers and porters Booster cans (also free riders :flute:)
wait because there are people. Wait
yet because the pump is empty.
wait forever because the tanker truck arrives.
Wait a little longer than the truck tank empty its contents into the tank (sorry if I do not use the right words is a fairly new for me!)-this step seemed quite risky in terms of safety (for help as I speak my colleague) for 50 people around me or .... tanker.
Bond also said that the thing that must not call on the apron (the fuel pump) I think it's just propaganda because there were about 25 people who were on 50 hanging from their laptops (including myself re :flute:) and nothing ... no BOOM .-
fight (nicely anyway) to fill his canteen and meet the complicated question "how much do you want?? in euros?"
Knowing that can makes 10 liters but it fled, not to be therefore not fully complete but 3 / 4 and gasoline costing 1.47 euros (do not mix with 1.77 12 days ago) how this can be done in euros??
Well I said 8 and I had it about right (at the same time I was only 8 euros in coins on me and make me the idea of making money was totally surreal)
Afresh walk with the container leaking a bit (while wondering how much you can do with EUR 8 km knowing that 10 liters, which was not, it is 100 km dixit a boyfriend but we are not very sure).
Entanglement (hitchhiking voyont :o) by a nice man we do not understand everything he said in a report strong Italian accent? Hungarian? South American? Czech ?.... abroad, then!
At this stage of the story feel a little gasoline.
Walk to the car down.
pour gasoline in it (I am simplifying darn good there because it is rather, find a small stick to fight the valve that breaks foot, pay (note that the can actually leaking), pay (note that the can is leaking really ... on my feet), pay (and say a shower in gasoline is not necessarily a good idea), notify and knock on the door first come to ask scissors to turn a (small) bottle that dragging by the funnel, and offered a (Large) bottle already cut by people taking pity.
pay (which is always seen as showering)
Stop when the tank is almost empty and the plastic stuff we found for the damn valve has melted and sticks to the fingers and we wade in a large puddle of gasoline.
Wondering what remains of the same 10 liters and thus far will take us the 8 euros.
At this stage we feel that the essence TElement adored child hesitated to join us.
go to the pump (the closest ...... open) with the car finally starts, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, be double, wait, wait, choose the wrong lane, get double again, wait, wait
Finally ask 50 euros gasoline (let's be crazy), the very nice and cute and smiling and amiable young man at the pump - I'm not even more ironic, now that station is my station, well it's far from my house but they're mad-, well yes you pay expensive gasoline in Guyana but it serves us nananerre. Make
his learned with a young girl lost her bottle and then: "Yes then you see it's 30 cents less now and another 20 under Monday's 50 but what does a - lived on- - what-planet-these-15 - Last Days?
Propose to the girl in the tin deposit in his car (yes still)
Go find the car of the girl in front of the bottle disney death that's how I call the funeral report neon blue neon and kitsch statue (it has nothing to do with the story it though)
say "oh well yeah we saw earlier in the car even warning me that my son he said, laughing" is Carolle's car "because you know you have a girlfriend which has the same but she does not live there at all (but in a small village lost among the forest and the river it can not move because it was blocked) then it's just that this is the same brand and same color you see, in short ... "
" But THIS IS THE CAR CAROLLE, "says au can, then what a coincidence it anyway, well it's crazy "Epilogue
long on the fact that having me even borrowed the car Carolle all summer it seemed as though there was a small problem gauge ..... :pascompris:
Wish a good stay in the capital to the girl can (knowing that she is down with the car-well mostly its MA-girlfriend in a city she does not know and not a bit stuck anyway ....)

Back afresh, because we have good background and does not necessarily know the girl can blow the valve
redo his learned and re-use the trick plastic that sticks more to counter the valve (in fact she knew not) To re
doused with petrol because of the phony girl who flees .... can too.
him say "good bye ben, well hello to Carolle"
Coming home .... and TAKE A SHOWER

Friday, June 20, 2008

Sympathy Quotes For Sick Parent

Rainbow

I dreamed of a school ...

Where the boys would be the nail polish and girls play soccer ... and vice versa. Where we could go dressed as Superman or fairy take his violin and play three notes of the piano in the lobby like that in passing.

A school where every child would feel so valued for what it is he would not hesitate to turn to stress successes friends. Where each "big" would be responsible for a younger like a big family. Which would give the love of reading through storytelling. Improv games where parties and werewolves are in the program. Where they learn by following a notice to mount a Swedish furniture, making the dough, to recycle, not to overeat, to communicate, to count, tell

... A school where dreams of big projects: mount a play, go skiing on a school day, replace the asphalt of the courtyard with grass and trees, from Mexico ... and where one can perform.

A school where the teacher seems like a stroke of heart: I like going to school because I learn every day.

A school where parents are welcome to share what they love, help the teacher to care for a small group in trouble, or simply be there to see their child grow. Where parent-teacher meetings would turn in circles around a table (cheese and wine) to decide together what strategy to adopt to help children to go further in their learning.

A school where children shod enough confidence to let them choose, negotiate, argue ... decide. Where respect is a fundamental value. Respect does not rhyme with authority but with live in society. The relationship to the other and self as a bet on the future, a challenge.

... I dreamed there was.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Do Aussie Men Playing Sportwear Jockstraps

DST

He fell to the snow last weekend in Montreal.
Not just a little bit but a lot of snow, lots of snow even.
So to celebrate that, we went to ... DST.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Where Would I Get A Clip-on Lip Ring

Nighter

Today I was determined as yesterday and before yesterday, and before the day before yesterday (well you get the idea, I stop there) to cry against the winter, sulking under my duvet and hibernate.
But finally, an invitation, impromptu but still very nice to drink coffee and do a puzzle and baby daddy frog cok 'inel, pulled me out of bed. So tonight I
relatively fishing, so I wanted a little culturer children (Loustik, 9 years now, and her boyfriend). And we were
:
- test our scientific knowledge (and lose a pair of mittens) to science center,
- we walk on the docks of the old port illuminated and sound systems.
- listen to stories in the underground ruins of Old Montreal.
- to Montreal's old port by nignt Mc Gill by foot on walk (it was even a co-trots *)
- waltz in 1872, assists with super-complicated, at a masked ball .
- take a carriage ride.
- take a short course on the geology of Mount Royal : strata, magma, erosion ...
- listen (in English, translated by a student like my father, ie 10 minutes of explanations, summary translation 3 seconds) the entire history of the Redpath Museum (thin here I remember what year the trees have been planted, yet she said)
- visit the same museum Redpath in the light of a flashlight. It's a funny concept (if not practice) of visiting a museum in the dark. Fortunately, the boyfriend of his lamp had Loustik pig snout it a bit when it illuminates, is not discrete but it made the case for watching the mummies and the search giant sloth skeleton (which was not found) .
- take 3 different buses, which run all the wrong way to go, but hey we filed the last to walk home. All
between 18h pm and 2:47 am. Ben
children have found a way to be tired at the end, it no longer holds the road brats today. I swear.


* Wink at Me Spellstutter Sprite

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Dog Sores Throat Lips

the key under the door

I was 21 years old when my grandfather took me to dance the lambada in a small corner of paradise in the heart of the Amazon. Saut Athanase. After 3 hours of boat in the pouring rain, Papi, 85, drowned hearing aids, drinking his ti-punch in the grand reception hut "(sic).
I returned. The first canoe-stop, three day journey to find both lit close to each other for a cigarette. I stayed ... several months. There was a clock that turned crooked. Of always sad too stupid and secondly, although more numerous, too nice. I have almost conquered my fear or guinea fowl and other fowl. I pampered. I walked for hours in water. I heard stories of gold miners, caimans and American dead. I saw snakes. I cut onions. I met the sellers of dry dog food and batteries of pans. I chased butterflies and ran after the goats. I searched for gold dust and I am bathed in a tub of pub-Thaiti douche.J have done endless card parties. I learned three words of Portuguese and English 4 which I immediately forgot. I nap in hammocks not very clear. I ate of the flashlight. I picked peppers. I have found especially true amis.Puis I returned again to meet ... the father of Loustick.
So with a little nostalgia today as a page is turned, I read this:




comment Loustik (totally in the first degree) bin wanting more that the thieves found the key under the door.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

What Is Office Equipment. Why Is It Important.

January 1, 2008

If I wrote just today, January 1 ...

It might be a good resolution, a resolution earlier this year that never takes forever. I could even lie and tell "in 2008 ... I blog every day and I'd sport."


That could be good for you my best wishes.
then I wish you time to dream, time to laugh, time to love, time to read, time to watch the stars, time to share laughter, time to sort your photos, time for write, time to play, time to make sand castles or Spain, time to forget what needs to be forgotten, time to settle, time to meet, time to travel, the time to explore, time to dance ... perhaps even that 2008 would not so I wish you the same thing and more for 2009, 2010 ... 2034 ....



Anyway ... I'd like but it is already 02, is not it?