Tuesday, December 28, 2010

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U n s u c e s or i n e s p e r to d or

Katie, Caro, Clarita

ARISA M have ed eight years, had just entered the third grade. His new teacher, the teacher Ursula, was so like an old cow, big and heavy, as it can be a person. It smelled so bad as a cow. Marisa, moreover, he soon realized that she was hateful and unbearable.

cows, you know, do not bother anyone, they spend their lives quietly ruminating on the field. Not so: the master of Marisa, who seemed to care all that the approximately thirty-odd children who were in charge, the hate.

The witch constantly scolded and shouted at them without cause, the task overwhelming and excessive exercise (and whether there were any who dared to protest, the teacher made him do twice the work than others). No saved slaps or pinches, handing out left and right, despite not being permitted, the recreational punished without the slightest provocation, and, in short, the poor child was terrified and intimidated by her abominable presence.

A masterpieces such as this, of course that makes you want to remove them as cockroaches, which, there are those who, could be violent, but children often have, from time to time, certain criminal ideas.

So some very comforting spent hours imagining, for example, that a deranged madman murdered teacher with forty stab wounds, no more or less, or that other crazy, perhaps a student of the upper classes, which would have ended up mature a plan to end the teacher, would put a bomb just under your seat. And when your big and bulky rear is quartermaster there, the bomb would explode by the hateful witch flying to pieces along the roof of the classroom.

This would require, of course, to suspend activities for some time and the children would have a awaited vacation with great joy on his part.

* * *

N ADA OF THIS , of \u200b\u200bcourse, was very likely to occur, nor that he fell a balcony or above a plane (while leaving his home, as I thought Marisa).

Marisa, in particular, had every reason to hate the monster, especially since the day - and boy Marisa remembered that day! - That the teacher had caught about to kiss Roberto: the child that it liked best.

Roberto had more or less the same age Marisa and, indeed, were together in the same room.

Well, when they were about to give the kiss, or rather, when Maria was about to kiss Robert, who closed his eyes, and was slightly nervous, Marisa he felt, suddenly, a painful and violent tug on an ear:

- Ay, ay, Let me go, it hurts! "He exclaimed Marisa.

- Come to the direction, young lady! -Was the voice of the monster.

Without letting even a second Marisa's ear, the teacher had led, between moans and groans, the principal's office.

The headmistress, who was a nun, was not entirely a bad person, but yes completely stupid, and was scandalized by any nonsense, mainly because everything seemed contrary to the moral and morality. Marisa bitterly scolded and let go a very long and boring lecture about the behavior to be observed: ladies decent and well educated.

Marisa had to listen to all these nonsense standing with ardiéndole ear as if it had been started.

wished in that moment more than ever, that something terrible and horrible to her teacher had been eliminated, once and forever. Seething with anger and rage. What gave was more courage the brutal and unexpected slap on the wrist that had inflicted the teacher how it hurt! (Damn witch !)...

At last ..., the director let her go.

* * *

FROM A of that unfortunate incident was soon clear Marisa that had become the favorite victim of the vile and evil woman

- Marisa!, shut up! Shouted during class.

- Marisa!, Sit down! He yelled again.

(Marisa was not up and opened his mouth.)

- Marisa!, Have you finished your work? Interrupted.

(By ten minutes, that Marisa had ended.)

- Marisa!, Next week I want to talk to your mom-threatened.

- Marisa!, Now you can not go to recess, broke out.

Upon hearing this, burst Marisa: Why could not go to recess? if I had not done anything for the punished.

"If protests, you'll be grounded for a week," said the teacher.

And, of course, Marisa protested it was not fair.

The teacher then punished her for a week.

was indeed a hateful and nasty witch.


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A YES THINGS , until one day he came to the city of El Gran Circo Hermanos Macana, displaying on stage nothing more, nothing less that:

"... ALI, THE WIZARD ARAB most wonderful ..., flabby, dull and MILIQUÍ, CLOWNS MORE FUN ..., JACINTA, the bearded lady ..., THE KEYSTONE BALANCED AND BOLD ... MAAS, POGO, Fearless BULLET MAN ...; AALICIA, WOMEN RUBBER ...; YYY MAYOOR THE NUMBER OF ANIMALS AND BEASTS trainer in UUUN STAGE ... VEEENGAN FAMILY! A FUN!, AL GRAN MACANA Brothers Circus! !!!...» MAAACANA

One Monday morning the men went to circus school to distribute Marisa invitations and free passes for children. (Of course, accompanied by an adult would have to pay ticket). It also invited the director to bring students to visit the great exhibition of wild beasts, to be held at the premises of the circus, after the grand opening (no fee). Marisa was jubilant, was eager to take a picture with the elephants ...

What was then, his disappointment and surprise when, the next day, the cow would ... announced that all except Marisa, Marisa would punished. And the teacher had communicated its decision to the director and this had agreed. The teacher, meanwhile, would not: he would stay in the lounge watching Marisa and would use to describe the tests that had applied the day before, and that was it ... Marisa was furious. There was nothing I could do.

Soon, the classroom was empty. Children belonging to all grades, dropped out of school. In the old building on one level left, only three persons: the director, Marisa, and Marisa's teacher. Marisa had to take her workbook.

In the classroom, the teacher sat their exams to qualify. With its huge bust seemed scattered on the desk, just a cow. If Marisa had not been so angry, I might have noticed that the only thing that seemed to make him miss his teacher was a blade of grass on the lips, rather, seemed lips (if you do not know what that word means, consult a Collins) ... Infamous old!, And how he hated! ...

Roberto, also would not go for walks, the fool had fallen ill and had to stay at home. This was a comfort. But it was not enough. Marisa

got to answer his book in a bad mood.

* * *

C HEN the tour came to the circus, some children felt disgusted: smelled worse the school bathrooms when stuck. (And often jammed because the pipes were very old. When you least expect explode with the resulting mess.)

As they walked holding their noses lined the tent the beasts, a girl belonging to the fourth grade asked the following question: "Why is one of the cages empty?" And one of them said that, indeed, was empty, the door was wide open.

At once the alarm was released, one of African lions had desaparecido.Al Apparently someone had forgotten to lock the door of his cage. There were screams chaos and confusion in the circus. It did come to the tamer and some helpers ...

The keeper appeared, bringing manure-stained boots, a whip and a stick, his aides brought hollow metal rods, fitted with a loop at one end ...

searched in vain for the beast, not found anywhere. Meanwhile, students and teachers rushed to hide where they saw fit. Some hid in the dressing rooms of artists, others even chose to lock themselves in the empty cage securing pin and padlock. The best, without doubt, occurred about older children and indeed perverse that were in the dressing room with the chorus almost naked.

While the circus was assembled in such a mess, the fact is that the lion was no longer on the site, had left during the night and had escaped in the direction to the city.

During his trip the animal ran into a drunk who, when she saw it clumsily climbed into a tree. Not quite sure that it was a vision, though, when in doubt, do solemnly swear never to drink.

Bringing chose to ignore it.

* * *

E L ANIMAL had wandered for hours, bored and dying of boredom, the streets and avenues of the city asleep, had toured the desert parks and gardens. In one of them ended to spend the night.
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about ten o'clock in the morning when the animal, lazy and sleepy, went to the side of Marisa school near the park and he laid his head on the door with the intention to scratch, oh, surprise! : the gate was ajar. The lion curiosity pushed, crossed the hall and entered the courtyard. Marisa

was doing multiplication.

The lion gave round and round without finding anything interesting. Overturned a trash can looking for something to eat: it was empty. She felt lost and somewhat disoriented. It began to feel hungry.

The cow, after gulping down your third cup of coffee heavily loaded, got up to go to the bathroom and prepare the fourth cup of coffee a day. It was a vicious and drank coffee until thirteen cups daily. Marisa looked at with disdain and left the room shaking his ass. Marisa watched her walk away with hatred, and a couple of seconds later, turned to his book deal.

The teacher went out, gave a little burp of satisfaction: the morning started right. There was sentenced to a repulsive and filthy girls (all girls were "repulsive" and "filthy »...); during the day had failed several children, and, last but not least, the day before had poisoned her neighbor's cat: a bachelor who played the violin, a musician. .. All this filled her with deep joy (I thought, well, even more mortifying Marisa) ... Absorbed walked, holding his cup and spoon myopic eyes behind the thick glass lenses that covered: a cow with glasses.

suddenly encountered, face to face with the lion. This gave him, by all regards, a grunt and shook his mane. The woman spotted her panties on the spot. Dropped his cup and spoon. He had no time to scream or run, just because the fear and surprise and left paralyzed mute.

The lion jumped on her downing of a coup. Marisa

heard the sound of shattering the bowl and the clinking of the spoon, accompanied by the sound of something heavy falling and, startled, ran to look out: the beast was devouring his master. Immediately

and the heart beating strongly , ran to the other side of the room almost without thinking and, perching on a window facing the street, jumped outwards. Falling was skinned hands and knees. He sat and done, did not stop running until he got home, luckily, was not far away.

suffered in a collision path with the old postman: a packet of letters, that in his hand, flew off and scattered them on the street, the mailman was lying on the sidewalk, muttering insults and cursing. Marisa

not even noticed him.

came home with uproar, whipping, upon entering, the door violently, jumped to escape the stairs and entered his room with a crash, whipping, upon entering, Once again, the door ... Ran to hide under the bed.

-MARISA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE HOUSE? "Cried his mother, who had seen her enter.

But Marisa did not answer.

* * *

M ORE AFTERNOON , took news of what had happened at school. Sister Brigid , the director, who had seen dead inadvertidamnte and panic has occurred after a window of his office, though, without any cause, there sounded the alert. The impression, however, was too much for her, it came a nervous breakdown and had to leave his post indefinitely.

Mustafa, the lion was captured and returned to the circus. It was learned that aside from eating the teacher had not eaten any other person. At least there was none reported a similar event.

The unfortunate animal suffered a terrible indigestion that required medical care, however, was strong and recovered.

All that remained of the teacher Ursula was a pair of shoes, some clothes bloodied few spoils and a pair of glasses shattered. No sorry its unfortunate end.

Macana Brothers had to pay a large fine and had to leave town immediately. Nevertheless, they managed to recover, at its next stop, announced: "The Atlas mountain lion, man-eater" , which was the main attraction this season. Marisa

, meanwhile, was finally able to kiss Robert.





A OME WORDS FROM THE AUTHOR:

Well, with this publication will give an end to a year of publications, but that's not all I wanted to close with a flourish and had long been thinking of closing with a video complete with music and choirs Ode to Joy by Beethoven. Since I had to choose for this publication, in particular, something that is not much to count on contraponiere I decided to finish this blog waiting for a new cycle, I decided to paste the video ... See you soon .





Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Craft Crossing The Red Sea

Mexican Waltzes



Ah, when people were decent and president Porfirio! The
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E L waltz, justly called, dance of kings and king of the dance . If in its origin, back in the twelfth century - a peasant dance (separate from the Austrian Tyrol) considered too daring; conquer letter of nobility from of the 1760's, in the Imperial city of Vienna, replacing gradually, and finally, later, the aristocratic minuet *: the traditional courtly dance.

to Mexico, this musical form would arrive late in the second half of the nineteenth , knowing its period of greatest growth during the Diaz regime. In the work of great composers, this new rhythm imported from abroad would soon acquire characteristics (becoming slower and becoming a genre best suited to be heard to be dance).

A story that certainly should bring it to mind, is that to be released the famous Waltz the waves, the most universal of Mexican waltzes, "the ; artist Juventino Rosas Guanajuato, there were those who said that beautiful music could not be made by a Mexican.

The truth is that not only the waltz is the work of a compatriot, but our country was at the time with a large number of compositions in this style that have nothing to envy of the great European masters.

Today, I am proud to present here a careful selection of Mexican waltzes.

















__________ * See the publication for the 28 August.


Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Franchise Agreement Templates

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The Mexican

What is Mexican fusion of the the Hispanic-indigenous.

S ALVADOR B ORREGO E SCALANTE


N UR conquered Iberian grandparents our grandparents indigenous ... Why is this statement so simple, so positive , it is written in our history books? We are both sons of Spain as we are sons of this land ...

Sadly, instead of having inherited the virtues of conquered and conquerors, we seem to have inherited only the flaws and defects : thus, instead of being arrogant and intemperate as Cortez (and pride is a virtue I care that it can not understand the ignorant), we prefer to be clumsy and stupid and Panfilo de Narvaez, instead of being arrogant and dismissive in defeat as Cuauhtémoc, prefer to be pusillanimous and cowardly as Montezuma.

Although heirs of the rich culture of the indigenous world, with its evident backwardness material, prefer Olympian disdain and ignore it, of our strong Hispanic heritage are not at all aware ...

To finish matters worse, we as a stronghold of Spain in America have inherited the enmity between the Anglo-Saxon and Iberian world (as we will point Vasconcelos). Demolished and, forever, the supremacy of England in the concert of nations, we - born in this corner of the planet - , we had to contend with the United States of America. Those not content to take over the Latin name for themselves, have taken over the entire continent.

is painful, very painful to see the unlimited admiration stupid people -Outcast and seems to feel stupid, the northern neighbor. If they like to seem some hillbillies, here we soon show that we can try to be as boorish as they or at least persist in the attempt. In the world, the gringo is always seen as being uneducated, ignorant, sufficient and (I'm gonna use this word) stupid ... And here, there are many who give everything to be is what the gringo.

That gringo is wrong and that we dress, dress as bad as them, they eat worse, and we do not stay behind, who wipes his ass with the flag (and boy, there yet we do not) ... His practicality (the gringo), its vulgarity (not in vain boast of being democratic as ), seem admirable ... Their customs decidedly childish (in the worst sense of the word) traditions (based on mercantilism), all their idiotic ideology and cretinizante (her films, comics of "superheroes " , art absurd and horrible, disposable ...) all that I tried to copy ...; their language (which neither they are able to speak well) many people are fools who immediately create move up in speaking English (still have not managed to chew even Castilian) ...

Terrible, truly terrible.

How easily we forget the wrongs ...

How easily we forget what we are: ... ... sons of Spain, the sons of this land ... (It is high time that we realize it.)



Magnificent

song in the voice of "continental tenor" Pedro Vargas





full Mexican National Anthem (includes stanzas in honor of Emperor Agustín de Iturbide martyr)





March first Mexican Empire, the flag is that of the three guarantees (designed by Iturbide, as as above) ...

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Image: Bandera Imperial de Mexico, the center: the Aztec eagle, symbol of our indigenous past (framed by the medallion of Emperor Maximilian) diagonally across it by four points: cross saltire of Saint Andrew, a symbol of our ties with Spain, and finally the three colors green, white and red, the sign of the Emperor Iturbide. Such is the wave would like to see one day.


Tuesday, December 7, 2010

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Phrases and philosophies


*** Who is obliged to provide arguments in defense of a statement is always in an obvious disadvantage. We must say no more, one should never give explanations.

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See entry for July 21.