UrUgUaYaN NeSsIe

My kids returned home today after almost a week with their father. Ten minutes later, all the kids on the block found out they were here and started coming one by one. Can Seba come out to play with us? Is Manu here? Can we come in?
Suddenly no less than 8 kids were coming in and going out of literally each room of the house!
I tried to use my Pc and some of them were there…I went to the kitchen, it was already taken…I prepared my things to take a shower, my older son was there….I went to my bedroom and AHHHHH my little son was watching TV.
I was a placeless woman so I took the boat and headed to the lake….as I was crossing the gate I heard: Can we go with you? OH MY GOD!!
I said, “Sure, but….” And I put an intriguing face. “What, what!!!”
“Well, I’ve heard some stories…are you sure you want to come? Someone told me about a strange THING in the middle of the water….actually I’ve noticed the boat rocks too much sometimes….but yes, come with me, maybe we can see IT if the water is clear today”
Of course they desisted immediately and I left alone with a broad smile on my face.
PEACE!!
You won’t believe this, but as I was listening to music and rowing peacefully, something hit the boat from below. It could have been a dock trying to come out of the water; it could have been a fish called Wanda or a branch that fell off a tree on the shore. It could have been anything but I rowed SOOOOOOOO fast to go away that I pictured myself as the cartoon characters when they cannot run and move the legs in the same place.
I sat down on the sand and I burst out laughing….. I’m still laughing at myself as I write this post…..Am I not the foolest on earth?? Don’t answer!!!!!

I want to share some pics from the lake and my boat……no Nessie at sight LOL

Love you all xxxxxxxxx

PrOvEd

Some days ago I was doing my blog surfing and I came across a very disgusting surprise…the worst thing was to finally prove I wasn’t so wrong after all.
I’ve visited many blogs where parents upload pictures of their kids; I don’t see that as a problem, actually I have left messages to the proud parents in some occasions telling them how cute their baby is. In fact, I have posted pictures of my children, too.
However, when I see a picture of a kid naked or half naked I can’t help thinking that someone may be looking at those pictures with sick eyes.
I remember once I uploaded a photo of Manuel, he was in bed smiling and the sun coming through the window was playing with his blond hair, it was beautiful picture of my little angel. But then an upsetting thought made me shiver…. what if … and I took the picture away.
To be honest, I ended up considering I was wrong, that I shouldn’t think that way, that maybe I was the sick person who saw danger everywhere…but still, there was something in the whole situation that kept hammering my mind.
You may be asking what I am talking about…well, let me explain it.
I came across a pedophile blogger, yes, a man who not only openly admitted his condition, but also has pictures he had collected through the net. Pictures of innocent kids posted by innocent parents who were proud of showing the world their most beloved treasures.
This man, if the word man applies to him, claims he is not committing any crime and dares to condemn people for not understanding him and for making him live under a relentless persecution.
I was so irritated that I preferred to stop reading all that shit (pardon my French).
Sadly, it won’t disappear just because I closed the page.
I did some Google search and I found out there are many blogs with the same topic, which gives me the idea that criminals who use blogs for their illegal apology of crime have found the perfect place for their misdeeds. It seems that the blog world is a no one’s land; hence, it has no legal system at all.
As a mother, I have the need of giving other parents a little and humble piece of advice: Please, watch out what pictures you post! There are indeed evil people out there who will profit with your innocence. Also watch out what your older kids post, sometimes they risk too many things in a single post.

That was my disgusting discovery, and believe me, I wish I had been wrong….I still wish it were a bad dream.

I’ll post something positive next time….promise.
Love and xxxxxxxxxxx

TaGgEd AgAiN :)

Six weird things about me…..only six?

1) I cover my feet with a blanket (even in the hottest summer) when I go to sleep just in case there’s someone under the bed.
2) I can’t help reading first the last page of magazines and books! No problem with the magazines…but I spoil all my books surprising ends.
3) When I see a spider I don’t kill it immediately, I curse a lot first and then I smash it up (is there and ecologist in the room? I hope not)
4) I interview myself at night and I always give the best answers.
5) My number 5 is exactly as Ruth’s Go there and read it ….LOL, aren’t we crazy?
6)I check the doors and the gas no less than five times before going to sleep or going out….compulsive?

Thanks God I was asked to share only six…I was already getting afraid of myself!!
I should tag other people….can I tag everybody again?

TaGgEd

I was tagged by Ruth to answer the following questions and I tag everybody to do the same!!

If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be?
Puerto Rico
What’s your favorite article of clothing?
Mini skirts
Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex?
Hands
What’s the last CD that you bought?
Oh! I can’t remember that….too much P2P nowadays
Where’s your favorite place to be?
The lake in front of my house
Where is your least favorite place to be?
The kitchen when I have to cook
What’s your favorite place to be massaged?
Shoulders (I wonder what’s Ruth’s for she can’t type it naughty girl)
Strong in mind or strong in body?
Mind…my body is too jelly Ahhh!!!
What time do you wake up in the morning?
Does it matter? It’s always too damn early!
What is your favorite kitchen appliance?
First….What’s the meaning of kitchen?
What makes you really angry?
My mini-me
If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
Spanish Guitar
Favorite colour?
Red
Which do you prefer…sports car or SUV?
I prefer a CAR, I don’t have one :S
Do you believe in an afterlife?
Yes…..and a beforelife too
Favorite children’s book?
Platero and I (Juan Ramon Jimenez)
What is your favorite season?
Summer
Your least favorite household chore?
Cleaning the toilette
If you could have one super power, what would it be?
Grant wishes
If you have a tattoo, what is it?
Poison Ivy with a climbing fairy (coming soon)
Can you juggle?
OF COURSE…………not
Unless you mean with money….then YES
The one person from your past that you wish you could go back and talk to?
My grandfather
What’s your favorite day?
Friday
What’s in the trunk of your car?
I don’t have a car, but… Can I tell you what’s in the basket of my bike?
Which do you prefer, sushi or hamburger?
Hamburger…McDonald’s Combo3, thank you.

Sorry my friends, I couldn’t visit you as I promised, but my tooth neuralgia is killing me!
See you tomorrow.
Love

BoRiCuAs

I wasn’t the kind of girl who would cover an entire wall with pictures of her favorite singer. Odd as it may be, I have now thousand of pictures of two singers I find exceptionally SEXY. We have a saying here “at the old age, smallpox” and it’s used when someone does or likes something that’s more common among young people. However you know me…I’m the childish-childlike Ani.
Don’t ask me why but Puerto Rico has become incredibly significant in my life, I have many cyber friends there, the love of my life lives in the island and these two singers were born there, too.
If you look at them, you will notice that I have an eclectic taste for men LOL, the fact is both of them got into me for different reasons…one because sings beautiful love songs, and dances soooooooo good, the other because sings “Reggaeton” hot songs I love to dance, I would say they are in some cases dirty songs, but I like the rhythm…(and the dirty, keep the secret please!!!!)
Don Omar and Chayanne.
Well girls, I have to warn you they are all M_I_N_E, no sharing is possible here, sorry!!!

Now, I leave some videos in the box below…you can kiss the screen if you want but I wouldn’t recommend it, they are TOO SEXY and tempting I know, but you can get an ugly electro shock…LOL

ENTRE TU Y YO

aunque te fuiste

pobre diabla

gata ganster

dile

luna

torero

guajira

lo dejaria todo

y tu te vas

I’ll try to sleep now..yes, second day with insomnia…and toothache!!!

I’ll visit you in the afternoon. Love you all

PoLLiTo

What a day!!! I didn’t have time to write anything decent today. My two sons were too busy using the pc and I was literally expelled from my desk each time I tried to sit down. I have 2 PCs but they love mine “#%¬#&” Now it’s 3 am and I should be sleeping….actually I’m not sure if I’m fully awake!! Anyway, I leave you with this picture that made me laugh…yes …..yes I’m in an evil mood… LMAO

See you tomorrow…should I say later?

Love you all

cHiLdIsH

Early today I was thinking about the thank you notes I got from my co-workers in Thanksgiving. Most of them thanked me for my childishness, my childish behavior, my childish way of facing life, my childish way of making easier their days at he teacher’s lounge.
“Never lose your fresh smile and your childish sense of humor” it was written in one of them.
Well, I must confess I was surprised that being childish is not always a bad thing when you grow up, but I was even more surprised my friends see me that way.
I’ve been struggling all my life with my ups and downs and I assume I still deal with my Downs as a child does, running to cuddle up under protecting wings, and with my Ups, fooling around, dancing, singing no matter where or with whom I am, exactly as a child would do.
Yesterday, I went to do some errands with Sebastian, my older son who is experiencing all the “teenager’s symptoms”. It was quite cold for a summer night so the streets were completely empty. Even though I’ve been feeling down these days, I had the urging need to sing and dance in the middle of the street…you know, carnival atmosphere!!! My son wasn’t so happy though…..MOM stop it!! MOM Please!! MOM stay still!! And since I’m a VERY mature mom I went on by saying “BIENVENIDOS!!! BUENAS NOCHES!!!” Look at the video and see why… (I still don’t know why he got SO angry with me LOL)

When we got home I promised him I would never do that again. Some minutes later he decided to visit a friend who lives two blocks away and as soon as he was near the fence I ran to the door and shouted “Seba!!! BUENAS NOCHES!!” he started running away… but he was laughing….after all he loves his childish mom

I’ll be visiting my blogger friends at night, kisses and hugs for all.

My BeD…..Mi CaMa

No hay un lugar como mi cama…..y no hay quien me conozca tan profundamente.
Guarda mis secretos y mis recuerdos, mis esperanzas y mis desilusiones.
Ve mi verdad y esconde mis mentiras y mis miedos.
Mi cama sabe de mi corazón roto y mis sueños perdidos, y sabe cuando lloro y porque lloro abrazada a la almohada, y me ve acurrucarme de dolor….pero guarda silencio….un silencio ensordecedor….una quietud que hiere.

There’s no place like my bed….and there’s no one who knows me so deeply.
It keeps my secrets and my memories, my hopes and disappointments.
It sees my truth and hides my lies and my fears.
My bed knows of my broken heart and my lost dreams, it knows when I cry and why I cry hugged to my pillow, and it sees me snuggling down in pain…but remains in complete silence…a deafening silence….a stillness that hurts.

To My BeD (Roque Narvaja)

I make and undo my bed
I shake off pieces of my dreams in flames
Betraying shadows of love hide their face.
A white sheet falls like the snow falls on the mountains
And I fall into your soft hands.

Square Babel Tower
Like Penelope knits anguished
And unknits frightened my nudity.

My beds knows everything I am and I can be
And she doesn’t desert me, she doesn’t desert me.
My bed bleeds every wound that scares me
And at night she rocks me and sings.

I open a chiffon door, I give in my body, she hugs me
And I put away my fists under the pillow until tomorrow.
Is my necessary mother, imitation of peat, watchdog
While she whispers her lullaby sharpens her paws.

My beds knows everything I am and I can be
And she doesn’t desert me, she doesn’t desert me.
My bed bleeds every wound that scares me
And at night she rocks me and sings.

I make and strip my bed
I separate the grain from the weed
And through a path of nothing I go back home.

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KiNg MoMoS Is CoMiNg!!!

KiNg MoMoS Is CoMiNg!!!

Among all the festivities we celebrate in Uruguay, Carnival is the one I enjoy the most. It is almost impossible to describe our Carnival but maybe you can get the picture by reading the following article.

To the beat of the drum and Momo Montevideo is a city with the heart of a neighbourhood and the spirit of the murguista.

By Juan Pablo de Dovitiis

With the heart of a neighbourhood rather than a large metropolis, Uruguay’s capital city reflects the feel of its people through the colourful faces of its murguistas, the paintings of Joaquin
Torres Garcia, its melancholy spirit, partly influenced by its tango traditions, and the sounds of its drums booming through the February heat.

In contrast to its larger Atlantic coast neighbours, Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires, Montevideo does not dazzle with its lights, but rather invites visitors to mingle with a people that still gather together to drink the national drink, mate (pronounced ma-tae), in its squares and beaches
during the day, or to drum away songs to Momo, the god of carnival, at night.

Momo’s kingdom

The two best known aspects of the city’s carnival are the candombe groups and the murgas, who generally represent specific neighbourhoods of Montevideo and carry with them their own fans.

Candombe is a cultural remnant of the traditions brought by African slaves, and has its most renowned celebration during the “Llamadas” parade, a must-see for all visitors who want to see the city explode in colour and rhythm with hundreds of drummers booming through the night accompanied by traditional dancers.

The other side of Montevideo’s carnival is the murga, which is a kind of partly-sung play which has become an emblematic part of Uruguayan culture. Banned during the dictatorship of the
70s and 80s for its irreverent criticisms of the government, the different murgas of Montevideo, like Araca La Cana, Falta y Resto and La Antimurga BCG, have names that are as colourful
as the painted faces of its members, the murguistas.

I love the atmosphere when the festivity is getting closer, for those like me who love Carnival, January is the countdown time to find out about the groups, see some rehersals or to watch on TV all the preparation for the competition, which lasts sometimes more than a month.
Who competes? Well, there are diffentent categories,

Murgas, Negros y Lubolos (Candombe), Parodistas y Humoristas

MuRgAs

NeGrOs Y LuBoLoS
If you could only be there when the group of drums passes close to you!!! You can feel the drums inside your body….so unique!

PaRoDiStAs

This category is formed mostly by young boys who dance VERY GOOD and have all the girls’ eyes on them.

I have my favorites in each category, but in general I like most of the groups.
Below you can see some photograhies from previous years; how colorful February gets in our country!…I wish you could come to see the magic of KiNg MoMos….and I also wish I were black and younger to dance as those vedettes do!!!

Please visit these webpages to see hundreds of pictures of our Carnival!!

Carnival Parade

The Calls

The Competition in the Summer Theatre

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