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Er Christmas in Rome

Er Christmas

Yes, they get p 'celebrations of Christmas ...

all I know happy, I know everyone happy ... I know all good men ... more

Instead I rode my butt er and become even more shit, it is possible.

at Christmas if you fill the house of parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, cousins, nephews, grandparents, uncles, pro-, pro-aunts, all of, all people who see only two reasons for example, holidays or funerals.

Tap Mettes the cards on the chest eg remembering names.

24 er I mean if it starts from morning Arzo just me, my mother's side the co rigmarole .... gone down, not even me sit eg at breakfast that the complaining party ... "Remember that Christmas Eve is er 24, er 24 then, FISH ..." look at me je even in his sleep and say "A ma 'I'm to have breakfast, I can magna' them biscuits or milk there I dunk the bass? "

short, at home there is n'armata de hungry, people who think that by na nun magna life aspetteno er cor Christmas poison, are from mid November to salads pe 'not spoil your appetite. So, now my house are no longer spending ar detail.

year last took 123 sqm and 83 sqm of mediterranean baltic sea de ... I can only tell you that I was Grandma eg flour and fry Findus Capitan er, 'I'm cojone was a step in the space of sea that had bought, he co' vessel of the fucking blue.

There are people who magna pe 'knows the worst tricks ... usually for dinner after a de par de slacceno course if the city ... my uncle last year pe care 'relatives has run presented in suit: it does not compress and bit' magna 'de more!

Well, dinner runs, if it ends de magna 'and it's time for presents ...

In all the families there is one that wills is the educated, well he did stink in second grade pe ... and then you hear me er aunt who gives gifts to the husband of her sister and says je ... "Here, have a nice CARDIGAN" I fear c'aveva uncle was a golden retriever in the Caucasus, opened with terror ... co je ago then a sigh: "Ah! Majone with a button ... I had taken na fear. "

Fiuuu! escaped danger! Still she is busy making gifts to grandchildren, and will make you ... "Keep a good book, that culture is important."

"ZI, will also be important, but it presents me 'The 3 Musketeers' that I've got 45 years, what the fuck you de culture that I do ..."

But the best thing, which goes against everything that is said on television, so 'the gifts of the grandmother. I know that Co-year sentimo of the euro has risen around: those who had five thousand pounds, mo in our minds, I know ... 5 € Yes, if you care about that shit er ...

My grandmother gave me 50 000 pounds before, if one waits mò 50 € ... But no! You if you have a co piece 20, a piece of 5 and 50, 20 and 10 cents ... you would be Daje na sediata.

My grandmother is the real answer to the problem of Italian €!

Then the people go home, but er worst is yet to be veni.

Er worse is 25!

the night I do not sleep ... so 'tense ... nervous ... Preparations for the 25

dall'Immacolata start. If the women meet and decide whether to bring ... Famo Famo that not ... Agendas co recipes, episodes recorded test of the cook ... if in the end it always ends in magna 'the same things.

you get up in the morning, come into the kitchen and see there were not even in experience 'on cold fusion. Just try to enter 'you are "THAT YOU ?"... . "No, that vojo, a glass of water" ... "NO, MO aspects ..."... eren so miss the Vietcong. Then always seems that something happened, I know all their faces desperate co ... You scared, we're ill and ask, "what happened ?"...

"Let's ..." "... how to leave you? Vojo sape '! Hey, I know things Famija, I've got the right Sapello de ... You look at his face destroyed co ... and you say "... the sauce has the lumps ..."...

ANNATEVENE MA ASS YOU A FAN AND LI LUMPS!

For 30 years, er er 25 which has the set menu ... and not only that. The worst thing that little 'happens is the double table: a large pei pei and one small.

gave me cock boy ar ... but now I just do smadonnà ...

last year found the table that if semo er smaller c'aveva 25 years ... People who are into vintage guera, CO 2 divorces people ..., but always relegated to the BOARD OF SMALL.

The only thing is that 2 years is also part we give them knives.

Then as if in the main hall, known that de er brother, uncle, er 24 c'aveva the suit, submitted today has run the co tunic that has cheated on a window cleaner at the traffic lights.

Below is strictly bare, sawing the pants! And which has the happy face. Do you understand that yes strategist, er Bonaparte cholesterol!

Er lunch is over, if you count the survivors, if it clears, if you wash the dishes and then ... then ... if that turns from white to green tovaja ... if it begins to play 'cards! And what if he plays? to seven and a half? NO! If he plays a BEAST! Er game infamy, all against all.

Er typical when a plate arrives co de de na forty euros.

Command cups. Te er thou hast three dry .... knock ... six of hand you feel like a lion ... you just knock her grandmother. You say .... "I only want good grandmother, raised me, I'm quiet ...", change 2 cards. T'entrano trumps other t'entra but not a load. A little 'fear of you do, but flaunts security. The

old should not see the slightest disturbance in you, I like dogs ... thou hast you feel fear.

Then share: cast er load money. I will you grandma magna de col 2 cups. You begin to sweat and cool you say "no, do not ave the little 'no, not me some' bad luck so ...." But he is doing? Cala Copponi er ... . Then co look fake sorry you said: "Your grandmother is er de Bello game ..."

Butti er 3 smadonnante happy and she throws er 5 to swords, which you c'avevi er 4. I mean you grandmother gave you manna in the beast ... 'Cci suaa!

me my father stopped me just in time, I was the je na lamata eg, from ...

me already then you make lousy gifts ripii them as well ... Then you say you put them to the hospice!

However, if game playing is now part of dinner and the rhetorical question: "some dinner?" And there people who still er which has the courage of de yes ..... Then that is Vord Division dinner-dinner-dinner ... I know last year I'm sure Uncle trial was put on seat 24 and has run raised er ... er 2

But in the end it is time de salut ... and the usual rigamarole, "If we see too little. Tap organized 'more often ... "See if that makes you grandfather du accounts and says ... 'Aho' er that counting Christmas

streets' na once a year, the next time they should ...."

And that's part of a resounding "ANNATEVENE UN PO 'FFA .... EVERYONE! "

How nice family Christmas ... er

Well, joking aside .... a late Merry Christmas to all! This year will be the renewed faith than in previous years, will air, but Christmas I've lived so well, do it all again the day yesterday, and because even the 24! And even if there are three days at my house in and out of people (tomorrow verrannno aunts that are not seen in years !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! still in shock!), this Christmas was really nice to spend, especially since I can say I have spent with my "family" (in the widest sense of the word !.... just needed a little person that you know I love you now and stuffing for us all! TVB!). Another mega
Merry Christmas dear travelers! Marisa

PS next year, please give the show because I waited a year to stay sottto your home and you stood me up! Eeehhh .... there are more non-know-who for a time ...

Addressing Ultra Bronz

I miss my brother! Thanksgiving Italian Love

Warning: users are advised that Mr bbk post is high, therefore, not recommended reading to an audience too intellectual.

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How do you read the title of the post: I miss my brother. All those who do not know me, or have stumbled here by accident, they will say: "What's strange or bbk?". All those, however, I know you will stand instead of asking: "Who fuck is his brother ???". Now, I must give you act: I actually do not have a brother. The point is this: how can you miss something that I did not?? You could now start an endless, as unnecessary and complex analysis of the psychological triggers that sense of abandonment (that is to say, actually, I write better than any star of a book Moccia!), But the point is that we would be off topic. I try to explain better: do you remember when you miss someone you know: I do not know, brother, sister, friend, father or mother who are traveling who knows ... where no clear concept ?!?... here, precisely I lack a real person ... but in my case is not real! It seems to me that everything runs in an absolutely clear, is not it?!? Say no?!? Seeking to deepen This morning, I do not know why, I woke up feeling the lack of someone who does not exist, that I have not felt a sense of misconduct due to the fact that he never had a brother (like, oh how it would nice if I had a brother, we would have done this, and this other one!), I simply felt the absence of my brother (to want to say all was my twin!) as if there had been until a few days ago and now there was more, I do not know where to party. I know this is meaningless, it is for me to imagine you, though, as I said in the first post, this blog is to collect experiences and impressions that I can serve to know me better, somehow I think it is important a strange feeling today. Even so, my dear readers, I have not the desire for a new sister: when I was small, at approximately the 3 / 4 years, I went around saying that you have a twin and success in the way so convinced that people believed me! Add to this that my favorite movie has always been "The cowboy with the bridal veil" and therefore outlines a psychological profile rather interesting! I'm not going to psychoanalyze here now: first of all because I can not do it, then why are mortally engaged in studying. All in all I just wanted to record this impression: the absence of my brother, someone to be me in many respects and it is not in many others, someone whose presence is enough to give me strength, a strength different from what anyone else you can give, based not only on the blood, such a cartel deep and resonant to be perfect. Tranquilli, I do not need more support lately: the support of Vale is perfect, my friends are exactly where I want them to know where that is not the rant of a little chick who feels abandoned, I repeat that I'm fine ( although stressed trooooooooppoooo !!!), Simply, do not know why, this morning I woke up thinking someone (that does not exist) and that I miss!

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Yesterday I have finally taken a whim that I turned in my mind for a week. It all starts on Sunday: The day is cold and cloudy (do not say dull, because "gloomy" evokes sadness, and sadness in my case is not at all in these days J). I said, however, last Sunday: The day is cold and cloudy and I went to lunch at Vale. Rarely see us for Sunday lunch and I honestly do not know why, indeed, after the experience I must say that I regret a little 'because the family atmosphere that reigns on Sunday is a real solace for the soul. Lunch runs off fast, the next afternoon and we retreat sleepy on the couch, huddled to see (I'm ashamed somewhat but I assume my responsibility!) "Friends" by Mario de Filippi (found under Mario de Filippi on Wiki!). About five o'clock comes to me when they returned, expecting an afternoon of study, so I climb into the car and my soul with peace routes home.

It was while returning, with overcast skies and nightfall advancing along the road and the strong smell of pungent smoke of burning wet wood in a fireplace foreigner, I wanted to spend an afternoon like that drew to a close, with all my friends, this kind of alternative family that now accompanies me for years. So, I invaded the idea that maybe it was just what the spirit of Thanksgiving: the cold comes, the days short and cloudy all the same when you see the sunset, but only a slow decline of brightness, and the spirit festival that is breathed in being together. M'è glimpse into the mind, then, the insane idea to celebrate Thanksgiving: people celebrating Halloween, why should not I celebrate Thanksgiving! Yesterday, therefore, I went in desperate search of a turkey. No way, it seems that the whole turkey is not born, but already emerged from the egg dissected and cleaned, upon request only if they can have a whole, but CHEAP days in advance. Do you think this has discouraged me? Yes

However, all too eager to exploit the cold coming down from the north to clothe and to enjoy the misty dusk month of November, well I thought of making do with a chicken at the bottom for last night we were provided in only seven at the table, while my recipe turkey was for twelve (for which, however, would be advanced!), also the time running out and the turkey was not there!

dusk, to tell the truth, I took the path of the supermarket, so I have to say essermelo not been able to enjoy the company of friends (who m'avrebbero hiatus anyway except Inesa faithful!), but the mere fact of getting ready so early for the upcoming event has raised me (you know that usually on Saturdays in the group are organized as best for the seven and a half eight!). Load of good will to the six I was in Mario's house to take the necessary chestnut stuffing. I come home to Vale (Ines and now!) And the two began the frantic preparation. Before we deal with the cake, then I delegate to them and start preparing the filling. Lola also comes in the juncture and Mario (with his usual late unspecified). The atmosphere of the kitchen is one that I love so much. For years now we make our evenings cooking and there never was one to which I have repented. I've always loved the concoction in the kitchen (I will have it taken by his grandfather cook? Mah!) And as a child I followed mom and grandmother to learn the art, not to mention that cooking has a therapeutic effect on me when I am nervous (like last time!) cook and relax. So, all together, including the gossip of housewives (and I nda Mario!) And with a sense of curiosity we rode waiting for Gigi, which has now opened a totoscommesse, evening wraps us in its embrace the cold and darkness there is to laugh with the complicity of so many years together (every Saturday blessed that God sends us on land, Ines true?!?) have given us.

Gigi finally comes together at dinner time and I obviously late, put the chicken in the oven by pulling out the cake. It begins with the first expected to kill the story of Gigi, which is placed in our midst "lions" for a detailed report on the "afternoon with" and then playing the twister Lola! Catches me a bit 'lack of pondina, especially because his supervision in the evenings gives a touch of kitchen safety and rigor that we need not to lose unnecessarily.

spent ten chicken (thank goodness I did not have turkey or else we would not eat) seems to have come to cooking, hungry, pleasure-loving and carefree surround the table to celebrate our Thanksgiving Italian, while in the background That is put in the DVD "The bad habit."

continue jokes and laughter, my digs in Gigi (not really the ones I just never stopped since has crossed the threshold to induce him to confess!), change "the vice 'Hairspray with anyone who does not look that no one will continue to watch, as the conversation continues as our hungry mouths (not your Ines course)

Each of us while we eat, and I thank I hope in his heart for something: I thank you for the one who sits to my left, because it can always raise all of my darkest moments, and for those who sit the rest of the table, because now I can not feel at home with them (even if it lacks Pond!). Outside, meanwhile, set the cold, and warms us in the warmth of our smiles ...

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I just saw the schedule to the side of my journal and I became strangely aware that I update the journal more or less once a week. For this and for no other reason I decided to post some comments. Lie. It is not true that they were days I wanted to post and I would have to say a lot of things. However, since I could think only beautiful and heartfelt thoughts on time and sull'autunno and sense of inner spleen, I refrained from posting because I noticed that, unfortunately, this blog only talks about TIME AND SONGS! Anyone who knows me, however, knows that there are least two topics of conversation that I never touch, so I would not like that idea proves to me somewhat misleading (which will happen anyway because, as was widely noted by me, you can not get the idea someone from what he writes). Well, then, I said that I wanted to post for a while and just last night I was coming up a number of considerations that I mentally noted the report. You know, I always took forever to be something, but seeing the calendar side, as I said lines ago, I urged him to post because I noticed that I do now with a maturity weekly. So it was just a lie, but never mind.
Love. Here's what I want to talk. I realized that I owe gratitude to my family, this sort of leonine herd in which women have always commanded a matriarchal and where I grew up surrounded by the love of five mothers and two fathers (say, a single father to tell the truth but I felt good !!!). My family is what allows me to love. Compartment where they say resulted from these considerations, it could be as great as not to be, suffice it to say, though, that I found myself very lucky all along. I hate to admit it, because I could be accused of immaturity and superficiality, but only yesterday I realized how much, beyond what we already saw, my parents and all the "rest" of my family have been able to give me. Thanks to them, I knew how to love someone, but not only that. Making me feel loved and protected, allowed me to explore love in all its forms. They continuously supplying the source of my love, drawing on what I putto the twenty-first century, I went around handing out. Brakes mind the malpensante who assume the right to judge me "proud." I have yet to explain. Each of us knows that in life there are two ways of behavior: philanthropy (in the true sense of love for mankind) and misanthropy. Since I was recently accused of being "too" category, I'll admit that in the middle of it all is an infinite variety of shades, to the point, I would say that the real misanthropy and philanthropy do not exist as such in a human being . Do not love each other unconditionally as ever you can not just hate. After the part of the phrases and general considerations (only Alberoni says most obvious things of mine, but I do not know why he can not even sell them (in brackets in brackets: if the can really sell Moccia sell everyone)!) I can go to the explanations. In life I have always believed that you have voluntarily chosen my philanthropy (I'm not claiming to be holy so do not take it as: "Hi, I'm good, good, and giving lots of love!") And I'm always busy trying to be useful to others, but not for recognition, just to grief me it always was easy, in fact, take on the problems of others and try to do something, and then I have always done in a very immediate and very irresponsible, simply following the heart. I have always believed, I said, this was my prerogative, a quality that would go just to reach maximum fruit in order to do something good, but I never realized that all the love I could give away more than his friend that for my girl, with that small gesture of help to a complete stranger to great gesture of consolation to the stranger always done (there will be a reason why I had renamed the psychologist in my study trips!) all that love, I said, it was just from my family. I never fully understood the phrase "if you receive love, from love," and I did not happen, now maybe I grant you, just because of my pride! I admit, I sin of pride, but not in recognition of the qualities I have, because let's face it, we all know ourselves and we know what we have to offer, so it is useless to hide behind false respectability and equally false humility. Humility, if anything you see in the pompous, do not go around gloating for what it is, but simply by not asking in terms of prominence and make comparisons with themselves ... others say if I am humble! ! (Please be good!). Returning to the topic, I have expressed pride in thinking that was my acting, my prerogative, without really understanding where it came from, without realizing that I was not that a channel flow that left a love whose primary source, each well the sees where he wants, is not the mystery that is God for me
When I realized this, I realized how much I really should be to recognize my parents, who taught me to love, and if they are where they are, if I did things that I had to study out with friends to the little tips that I hope I have been able to donate, I owe one and only them.
potergli Now I hope to express my thanks in some way!