Sunday, December 31, 2006

Online Certifications Hse

traditional family Legacy of Terror Tale


My grandfather, if he were alive today would be serving 85 years.

Yes, because the old was true for the new year.
Since he was new years are not the same.

Before, it was sooo different. We met the whole family in a house, generally that of fathers (or mine) guys arrived from the south, with cousins \u200b\u200bwe had not seen in a year to stay rental 1 month. It was great. I expected. past the new year would be playing on the beach for 30 beautiful days ...

but New Year's Day was special:
cousins \u200b\u200bplaying in the yard until we called to eat. The best thing was stolen salami on the table, or some of the goodies that were ready, causing the wrath of the mothers and aunts, who had been all day making beautiful dishes highly decorated for children's hands full of earth and sweat, stole the salami, ham and cheese cubes, leaving all disarmed ..

Ah! and always had cake. that could not miss. Obviously, if it was the birthday of the old. And you could always finger in the cream and chupertear a little ...

warbler That day we had free to go to bed very late, well it was hot, so nobody was above saying "Get a life you're going to get sick"
The adults spent pig, they took his sips and We let the kids quiet, do leseras.

The lateral part was the hugs. I liked to hug my mom, my grandparents and my aunt Pury. No one else. But we had to embrace and be besuquear for the whole family. between kisses, we watched with my cousins \u200b\u200bface disgust. The one that always saved my cousin was younger, because as she was the youngest, ran a play and had to understand because is little one " However if i am doing something similar happened to me a voice thunder sounded like my back "and therefore, my child, do not be rude, come to embrace his uncle ... plop!


cake and happy birthday was quite an event. It was the second round of hugs, but all the father. I wanted to be always the first to embrace it, but can not remember if I got it. I think not. Anyway it was fun because the old man became very nervous with such demonstration of affection and with his face red with embarrassment Nervis said giggling "ji, ji, and, therefore, ji, ji, thanks,"


That "and" sounded like "ready to go next, to end this thing quickly,"


tata And the cake! years later, when I was a teenager, the tata learned to make bread and Easter cake.

Then for every important occasion of family type, the nanny was sent "two separate cakes" that we enjoyed as 1 month or so (we ended up leaving the cake ears due to the size of it)


I should clarify that in my life I have never eaten more delicious cakes such.
And I miss ...
Uf! how much would be back to eating those delicious things that prepared the potato and they had a special flavor to family, home.

course, now nothing is the same.
Tata is not the grandmother with Alzheimer's, the guys and do not travel to celebrate, the other guys, let alone ...
whole family split, I recently separated ...

The new year now with my mom, my stepfather and a smell of sadness and lack of households.

But this year ... This year is special.
adored
My cousin is in Santiago with his family and invited us to dinner tonight. We will only
5 adults and 2 children (his children)

I do not know why I thought that the story begins to repeat itself again. I wanted to imagine that everything is similar, but now the kids are others and we ... adults. It occurred to me also that within a few years, the children of my cousin, will have other cousins \u200b\u200bwho have fun for New Year ... my children.

And maybe it's my uncle Julian tata (father of my cousin)


This new year, had his magic moment.


Yesterday, after cleaning patio, bathed and out walking the dogs ...


dressings appeared among some old cake recipe.

the cake RECIPE OF TATA, written in his own handwriting!

surprise, surprise, reading, tenderness, were flooded on.

Then I stood in the middle of the yard and cried her eyes out.
I cried because I miss him, because it is his birthday
,
because their cakes are unforgettable ...


And now after the tears, smiles and amazement, the recipe in hand, I can only share it as he wrote it. With all its peculiarities and language so special. share as faithfully as it comes out on the paper.

share,
For all

for anyone,

so you never miss,

for renewal of tradition, and is continuing,

to remain a family that flavor we all need.


The magic of the cyclic life sometimes envelops me and takes me more than a smile.

... My family.

The cake of Tata (loooong recipe for people ... a family)

Ingredients: 1 loaf

margarine or butter (does not say how much .. . but I cacho than 1 / 4)
2 cups sugar zest of 2 oranges

a splash of alcohol and substance (does not say what, but my nanny had vanilla is always in the fridge. As for liquor, or idea)
6 cups flour with baking powder.
1 / 2 teaspoon baking powder 2 handfuls of raisins


2 handfuls of nuts 2 cups milk 4 teaspoons liquid
cocoa powder dissolved in water
6 eggs, beaten until stiff with their yolk


Preparation
Mix sugar with margarine
add everything else (my nanny was a simple man ...)

"Cosimiento" (ie cooking)
10 minutes and 50 high flame to low.

Happy New Year!

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Wedding Congratulations In Spanish





She laughed, and drank white wine ... is safe from herself.
laughed, drank, listened and laughed.
and watching ...

and reveled in the eyes of all,
were all bright lights,

and everything was funny. Funny

hear the laughter, comments
dirty words, insults, propositions,
hot looks, the desire of others,
drooling, slobbering all ...

And at times I felt shame, but then walked away from it the feeling of shame.
Everything was so familiar, so familiar, so dirty, so libidinous, so disgusting.

felt nauseous.
Was it the wine? was the wine itself, but also the disgust of the conversation.
wanted mourn, but the river once again, was drunk.
always drunk to handle the situation, handling silent
hot words, morbid about her body ...
recalled his double life.
Who would have thought, at work no one would believe ..

looked around near her, her love,
know this part of his life, again
shame. Embarrassment. Shame itself.
front of his beloved, and drunk, and laughing and listening to the words of other mouths,
wide-eyed, the trenchant language, taunting of sick minds, minds
degenerate minds promiscuous ...
And his beloved as a spectator of the most pathetic and sordid spectacle.
nausea. Damn sick. The

music plays in the background, follow the laughter and conversation. Looking
and drinking wonders how he has not gone to an asylum ...
How do to keep sane ...
ah! of course, wine. Wine and climbs saves his cup Cheers.
Now there are more eyes that look. Everything is double. Everything is blurry.
better that way. Tomorrow will remember some things ... not all.

3 pm the next day. Nausea
drunkenness, an anthology headache,
a damaged self-image, shame unbearable.
Fear of fear of her lover.
So ...

then assaults,
is insulted,
scratch,
is neglected,
cut,
blamed,
sticks,
kills self ,
refuses itself,
and cries and screams,

then silence, then nothing, then rearm, then drawn the guilt slowly
to leaks, then return to love, then look ahead without shame ...

days, months, morning after morning,
the attempt of each new day, to keep calm and sanity ...
not mad, not mad, not crazy like a mantra.

Once replaced, repaired to the soul, the heart alone,
to love playing his door,
is ready for a new episode,
and everything begins again ...


The horror story does not end.
Groundhog Day.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Diagram Of Panasonic Microwave

Language Changes .. Poetry



I feel necessary to change or transform certain "forms" of saying things or thinking, to step to the complete happiness.

In this re-signify the way in how we live and how we interact, I will share some phrases and poems, which from the context of Biodanza, can be modified to completely change its meaning.




1. few months ago, someone told me to 'make sacrifices for the couple ":

" Over time, the feeling of pain by having sacrificed something of themselves by a demand for the other, grows, and multiplies the feeling of having been disloyal and treacherous to himself. Sooner or later this will be criticized the other "remember that I sacrificed this for you" and the like. And the feeling of resentment and hatred and even rejection after the other, they grow up. Then there is all this innocent people, who suffer the consequences of something that does not have the slightest idea, come infidelities, the screams of aggression ...
is not what I want for my children, is not what I want for my companion,
that's not what I want for myself. "

MANIFESTO himself, but with some" minor modifications "

" Over time, the feeling of pain not been able to of sacrificing himself with a need for another , grows, and multiplies the feeling of having been disloyal and treacherous with who you say you love . Sooner or later this will be criticized by other "remember that you were not able to take this for my" and the like. And the feeling of resentment and hatred and even rejection after the other, they grow up. Then there is all this innocent people, who suffer the consequences of something that does not have the slightest idea, come infidelities, the screams of aggression ...

... that's not what I want for my children, is not what I want for my partner, is not what I want for myself. "

2. At the same time I heard something like this (poem Gestalt):

"I am me, you are you
you in yours, I mine,

're not here to meet my expectations,
and I'm not here to meet yours,
if we will be beautiful,

if not, can not be helped "


Now the change is not of my creation, I owe it to Rolando Toro:

" I am you , You are I
you as my I as yours , you
here to meet my expectations
and hopefully I can meet yours,
if we will wonderful

if not, is a disaster "

Then I have much more clear what you want, from what I NO.

I do not selfishness, I do not want
individualism

Delivery not want love.

take

to thank the Biodanza Rolando and the wonderful feeling I'm not alone, I'm not I only including human encounter as a poem ...

And the angels who accompany me ..