Monday, February 23, 2009

Can It Get Any Worse Quotes




With two weeks to the Carnival 2009 in Ayer, ideas begin to emerge in the minds of many carnicrabas that look to take the prize for best costume based Carnival of imagination, effort and enthusiasm.
As every year, I guess that will be varied and fun costumes. Some who have long hours of preparation, others that they manage at the last minute or those who, for lack of imagination (or pure vagueza), they buy in any store, mix the night of Saturday March 7 through the streets ayerbenses to spend a night than the rest of the year as at this event, which "sings" is up with nothing.


Friday, February 20, 2009

Mad Hatter Cakes In Nj



AYERBE ... from Fontanet: Carnaval 2009

Monday, February 16, 2009

How Long Do I Have To Wait In Between Permethrin



Seeing that my brother did not keep too long a letter I sent him a few weeks ago cobwebs, I will take to return the same text and that you can leerelo .

Hope you like it.

are deadly. Able to make anyone sick, both physically and psychologically. loitering by the cities to be one of the many concerns that city dwellers who inhabit them. I hate them. With their bodies painted red haughty, nor small but numerous taxis of Zaragoza as always, those who swear in Hebrew shitting in Our Lady Catholic which both have loved, so many flowers have been delivered and many cakes were offered rather than thinking about what would be in your closet, close the remaining polvorones Christmas in October ... still, neither these taxis, taxi drivers or their can with them. They rule the streets. They are the heads of the city.

Yes, I speak of city buses. Witnessed many strange stories. As I said before, are able to make anyone sick. Why? Very simple.

First, while forty-three degrees in the shade on a summer to take the constant sweat on the forehead, neck and armpits (armpits of life) is usual, the drivers of whales blue-red-in this case the city, thinking (insurance) for the good of all, do the following. One of two things. White or black. Yin or Yang. Cold or heat.

Never better said, cold or heat. You

, city sweaty, get on the bus to 'trap' due to heat it, looking for that yes, a comfortable temperature to keep you cool, you remove the continuous drop of sweat from his forehead, neck and armpits-or at least one of the three-and forces you to make you renew a deal with the heat wave Roberto Brasero Saharan announced in 'The Time', you have to fight, first, until you reach a comfortable position, with the lady hair salon, smelling of paint that casts pa 'back, with the lord of mustache that does not decide to go across the hall to keep from falling; with the little girl, preoccupied with cleaning their nostrils in the hallway, with these two young, lean and putting his tongue to areas not known or doctors, and with the continuous and sudden movements of the bus where you go, get also the first good feeling fresquillo the air becomes frigid air as the minutes pass and force you to carry, as a rare and three days later, a lot of tissues in your pocket (or purse, failing) and a cold noses, pun intended, that shows how fucking weak you are. You, English-blooded, macho thought you, go and fall into a cold forty-three degrees in the shade ... sends eggs.

But not everything is there, because there is winter. What about winter? Well, it's cold. And ... what happens when it's cold? Well, everyone is on bus. And if everyone goes in urban bus what do you do? Then you also city bus, not being less than others.

But that's when the problems become. As it is cold, you, chilly city where available, more layers you put an onion. That if the typical vest tops, that if a long-sleeved top, that if a short-sleeved shirt over the long sleeve and the interior, that if a jersey knit, a little tough on top of that, if a wool jersey turtleneck and on all those clothes and rushing a little zip, a ski jacket that houses a lot. To all this, you realize that you forget to take off his pajamas. No matter, I'm chilly and I have to protect. Of course not forget the scarf and gloves. Come on, you look like you're going to the pole to live among Eskimos. On second thought, you heard the other day that said Roberto Brasero came a polar front in the Nordic countries and needed protection.

Sales into the street and wait for the bus. Filled to the front door, now the fight is off. As in musical chairs, you try to be the fastest, wrap well and enter first, as if it depended on your short existence in this world. And when you get it after they have advanced to the red-haired woman shouted "has been cast! ", the young rapper helmets who listened Manolo Escobar, and Mr. Bald has caught the door and was dragged fifteen meters yelling" Stop! For! "and nobody paid attention, when you get it and you're in, would you want to die. Raisins, in seconds, shivering and sweating in the summer, as the driver shift has occurred is not best idea (thinking at all) to put the heat to go. And you there without poderte move and typical summer sweats caused by the seven layers that you're wearing, start looking for a place among one hundred fifty people who occupy the bus to take off, at least, ski jacket or failing that, get off at the next stop. But it is impossible. Lady mink coat that you sweat more and also smells of lacquer, by lying you breath on his neck while Mr. mustache that smells like you Brummel is rubbing her ass and you look bad, like you were there for nonsense. At the end sales

bus, sweating and with an anger of a thousand pairs of balls, because you're a half hour walk to your destination.

Three days

, catarrazo. Tissues become the Frenadol becomes your best and you just hate soda urban transport.

Although, after all ... What can replace the joy that you get when you take, despite the redundancy-half hour waiting in the rain and cold on the bus and suddenly appears around the corner with his sign at the front and crowded?

That joy is priceless.


Monday, February 2, 2009

What Does A Raised Wart Look Like?



seems always the same story. February or June. Sometimes September. Coffee for many hours and pages full of underlined text, notes or manuals purchased and a half tons. If you look out your window you can see the street empty, dark, working traffic lights as if thousands of cars waiting to turn green ... and sets. You can also see, a little higher, in the buildings of several storeys high, many lighted windows. Hoses that burn and sore backs blend into a shadow that appears behind the blind or shade relevant.

Some do not even sleep. They endure all day studying, even at night. The next day barely have standing. Others prefer to sleep a little before dawn (it's true: "no matter how early dawn early ...) at about three o'clock and start giving the finishing touches to your paintings and baroque notes, these schemes only understand the perpetrators or those manuals full of yellow stickers called 'posits'.

really

and seen from outside these days is a 'show'. The nerves take hold of you so that you are forced to go to the bathroom several times in minutes without drink a drop of water within hours. Sudan hands more than usual and you get tired seeing you unable to write a single phrase. Knees clubbed you can barely walk. You eyes sting and your head will explode ...

Sleep, constant companion during exams last week, trying to empower you several times a minute and you, scholar breaking professional, fighting as they had done before. And is that these dates are 'witnesses' stories of strange and countless occasions to graze in the more deformed grotesque Valle-Inclán.

also more layoffs and your full concentration on those notes that are sometimes so 'entertaining', it's Nadal's turn or the Messi of 'caught' and do they have to pay some attention. You will not miss the best tennis match in history or the 5000 goal of Barca ...

Come on, that to study these days to run or you get to study at night while others sleep and not there are tennis matches and football on TV, or costs too much ... At least to me.

So, we will (or at least follow) resisting these nights of February, June or September (for parties ...) without coffee or traps through midnight, bringing me to sleep at five.

The start was valid and as expected. We'll see how we finish.

luck to all those who suffer or pandemic.