Friday, October 23, 2009

Knees Aching In Pregnancy

The damn dysfunctional families Family Dinner

H and to recognize that I have always been very reserved when to talk about my family, but there are times when you have no choice but to give some prominence.

Almost a year went out together. He was a conservative and I, I was in love. Its status as well and boy from a good family, was the main reason that organized months before an official meeting with his family in which he introduced me as his future wife. I was very happy. So after repeatedly escape their persistent requests to meet mine, I suggested a dinner at my parents.

was during one night of the newly released fall of ninety-nine. I myself was in charge of choosing the menu, layout the table and not missing any of the invited members of my family.

A five to nine rang the doorbell loud. He was visibly tense, but excited. He had put on his silk shirt I gave him on his last birthday. That night was particularly handsome.
I did go to make a brief tour of the house before taking him to the place they occupy in the table, with the intention to relax and begin to feel comfortable. After seeing my room we went to dinner. There waiting for us all. The silence in the room when we entered, so I started talking to loosen the situation. He seemed surprised. I simply serve the dinner, making sure everything was liked by all, we never stop talking even for a moment. At first we
seasonal vegetables cream cheese blue hake second delicious oysters garnished with Scandinavian and custard dessert typical home mom, with cinnamon and mint. He seemed excited about the menu but made no comment.
Once we finished I asked if she would like coffee, my family was customary to take it after dinner. But he said he felt unwell, he apologized and left, but not before giving me a hug while whispering shocking - why Why has not your family, what are you playing? tearfully replied that this was my family.

Monday, October 12, 2009

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She

E call is haunting me. No one dares to approach, but is not running. Watching me, following me, is attentive to each of my steps. But I look into my eyes. I do not know exactly what you want from me. I do not know if it is me who wants or seeks only remember that it exists. But stealth appears at every moment, when I try to forget.
I dare not talk about it, I dare not challenge it, but I'm afraid that I endure. I know I will not leave. No need to talk to her, I know I offered eternal peace.
was installed in my life. Keeping a distance is to seduce me. It's dark and beautiful, but not the desire. There are those who fear him, who try to avoid it, but sooner or later all surrender to its beauty. I do not know how long I will resist her charms, nor what would happen if I left his wishes, but little can be done when you are roaming death.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Little Tikes Country Cottage Used

I hate

With Love:
almost all
beings I meet daily.




H ace time what you meant, but for reasons that are irrelevant surely have been a little off, but you know and note that I loathe.
wean you for your stupid way to relate to others, for the role you occupy in your miserable circle of beings like you. For as you live each day consuming anything that gives the most important appliance in your house horrifying: television. I hate that you dare to recommend any book because it is one more that I remove from my list of "pending." The same goes for movies. Music. I hate you. Wean you so much that you share a table removes my voracious appetite. Wean your vulgar way to express yourself, your gestures, the wall of your eye. Your way of interpreting the fabrics you wear. Wean your laziness, your routine, your lack of courage in the face how bad life treats you. Wean the inertia that dominates your daily life, you confuse the mind with boredom. I hate you for your flag: ignorance, but still opines about everything. But what wean is to think that when I laugh, I do thee.