Friday, July 28, 2006

Valima Invitation Urdu Wording

Visitor

All mornings this week have been going to the emergency room for replacement bands sobaquiles Mary. In the beginning we said we were at 9 in the morning but on Tuesday and Wednesday we had to wait two hours until we attended so Thursday and Friday we have the luxury of sleeping a little longer before going to the Hôpital d ' Ixelles. Also yesterday we had an unexpected visit just before going to bed. We took a while to throw home and then we took a little sleep so we ended up not go to bed until 2 am. This was what happened.

All week has been a heat of death and our windows were open, trying to enter a little breeze and, unfortunately, a few mosquitoes bastards. Mary was already in bed and something grogi thanks to a cocktail Augmentine / ibuprofen and I was shutting down the computer and get to bed when the corner of my eye I saw something flying fell awkwardly into the room. A moth, I thought. When I turned around I saw it was too big and black to be a moth. Then the "thing" started flying in circles around the room and I turned on the light I could see it up close. It was a bat. Before he could make two turns in our airspace, I was stuck in the bathroom with the door closed hoping the bats come out as he entered. Then I remembered Mary, which had mounted the noise had awakened. I opened the door slightly but the bug was still hanging around so I went into the bathroom again. I yelled to Mary from the burladero him to get under the sheet and when I opened I saw that she had raised and legs had gone out the door of the room, behind which was already equipped.

I was in the bathroom not anything that seemed useful to catch him. At last it occurred to me to take a towel and left broadsheet in gladiator plan to discover that our visitor had left. I told Mary to return to sleep but she asked me before inspections shall the field. And suddenly the a bat out of the headboard directly into my jugular. Well, not really. But he came again and gave me scared to death because it happened so close to me that I could clearly see his eyes. And ran back to the bathroom, crouched and thinking what I tangled in your hair! , as Homer Simpson, when the bloodsuckers took a turn in the opposite direction that had until then and clean out the window.

The incident has reminded us of Marcelo, the former zulito of pariseños, but with wings and Batman plan. Needless to say, the windows are closed today. Luckily it rained (In flood plan and Belgium, as you prefer) and makes it fresh.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Nadine Jansen Hardcore

I'm alive! Already

A lot has happened since my last post but I will not say that this is why you have not written. The main cause was the heat. As I came news of rain and cold in some parts of Spain, in Brussels (the land of rain) fell not a drop. The heat was (and still is) overwhelming. The other day I saw a thermometer marked 42 º. We had to remove the quilt, of course.

The last weekend we take either the slang going to a free concert (the Flagestival) in Flagey Square (where not). We discovered a very Interestingly called Jazz Camerata , QUS I highly recommend it. There was also petanque, which here takes a lot, despite having the urge to play I went without it. The truth is that when I go to Brussels I miss all the concerts, markets and fairs are organized here every week, especially when it's sunny day. It is seen that is not very common as sunlight, when you see the advantage of great entertainment.

The beginning of this week was a little more ... delicate. Mary had some months with a kind of grain headless armpit. The thing rose and fell, but this weekend had been pretty huge and it showed a kind ball that was entering the confines sobaquiles. After a sleepless night, Mary went to the doctor last Monday. I picked up before going to the emergency room (she had gone to work but her boss sent her to hospital when he saw his "problem") and after waiting a while we attended and confirmed what we thought: it was an abscess (Mary and had one). The emergency team who attended to us was the most colorful. I think everyone was Belgian by birth, but the nurse was of Moroccan descent, the doctor was black and oriental medical practice. And we apañoles . A great example of multiculturalism in one room. After

remove the pus from the armpit of Mary and fill the gap with a strip of 30 cm Betadine gauze and left us free. Luckily the hospital is next door and we had happened to leave the car parked outside and walk. Mary could not hardly walk like that after leaving home, I just went to the pharmacy to get something for pain stronger than what we had been given. She became impatient and went in search of me. He had not eaten anything all day and also had put two dafalganes so he became dizzy and when I left the pharmacy I found waiting on the sidewalk in front of the house. The day was no deviation without further delay and in the evening even we will have a stroll, but without emotion, since Mary had to go cowgirl position to avoid injury to the wound.

Today we returned to the emergency room for him to change the band and was far less traumatic, without using scalpels. After Mary left home and went shopping. With that that my girl has to take antibiotics accompanied by food twice a day, we will start regular lunch and dinner. Today's menu was simple: fried eggs. For those who do not know what it is:

Potato Fries. Fries
eggs.
The whole mixtures.
presto!

seemed easy but we had several problems. The first was that we have no freezer and the bag of frozen chips was smaller than 650 grams. So we had to do more than half a kilo of potato chips. I do not fit into the pan / fryer so I decided to make two batches. Big mistake: I should have done three (or four). The oil started coming out of the pot and I remembered a story my parents told me so ago of 15 or 20 years, as some of his friends had been burned with a fondue . Not that sputtered a bit (also) but that plan went out in Niagara Falls. To improve the situation, lisiadita overhead. After sending her to a corner I summoned up courage and took the pot, thinking of the granite I was going to leave all chiporroteos in the hand and arm. Do not know how but I gave none. But the troubles did not end there as the oil caught fire on the electric stove. Thanks to any view in the last movie I knew what to do: I grabbed a rag and threw it over. When the fire disappeared only thought is whether we would be looking at the neighbor.

the end, after cleaning the hob, cookers, oven and oil the ground, I did the potatoes in two batches, but in a larger pan. What bothers me most is that when buying potatoes saw other side, also from McCain, which were made in the oven. What life is.

Sunday, July 9, 2006

Basketball Songs During Game



After shooting our last visit to Madrid, Maria and I we are back in the warmth of our home. And tell you tomorrow that this was a trip. Now I'll just mention that Italy won because of me. Since the end of the league that begins with the World Cup I managed to lose to multiple computers. First, as you can guess: Spain. Then Germany, then Brazil, then Portugal, and tonight, France. The reason is that I must be jinxed and preferred something they earned them than their opponents. Here

World lives differently. Play who you play, no matter who wins, there are always people celebrating. The bars and places where there are television screens are filled with fans from both teams (or four in some cases). Throughout the city there are balconies full of flags from around the world and heavier than his team celebrate winning the car honking. The truth is that this is true multiculturalism.

Monday, July 3, 2006

Can Eating Trebor's Be Harmful

vueltorl Back to Madrid Concerts and dishes piled

On Thursday Mary and I are going to Madrid again. This time we will return by plane. The main reason is that we Ephraim, one of my fellow travelers in India, will premiere on Friday an exhibition of some of the photos I took on that trip. In addition we will take the exhibition to premiere at last, one of the documentaries that recorded there. Shortie is a document as is based on an interview we did to Sharwar Khan, a musician who had the misfortune to be born in one of the thousands of castes of untouchables who still exist in India. Despite its short duration assure you that is really interesting and I ask you, If you are in Madrid, asistais the premiere. Will be in Lavapies in a gallery called Artepolis, Olive street, number 13. And the time to go: between 9 and 9:30. Then beers (I hope).

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As a year ago, this weekend we were in the Couleur Café, a world music festival held every summer in Brussels. On Saturday, after eating at home Bri, we went to see Gilberto Gil and Amparanoia. After a quick dinner in the international food stalls (I settled, like last year, for a spicy stew of Mali), Mary and I were watching Nicole Willis. We knew not, except by the program, and the truth is that we really liked. The concerts were great fun and we heard several versions of Bob Marley, a couple by Gilberto Gil and other ( Redemption Song) by Amparanoia.

Sunday also ate at the home of Brigitte and about 7 we headed back to the concerts. Tracy Chapman was playing and it showed as not a soul could not. Understandably we were able to park even closer than Saturday, just 50 meters from the door. We left the car on a zebra crossing but does that matter when there is a music festival. After seeing Tracy Chapman, who was great (although there were too many people) and also played a version of Marley, we saw a group called Afrikali. According to the program were the winners of the 6 th edition of the contest Music Crossroads Southern Africa . They were a real show, all black as coal (minus the battery was albino) white suits in which there were marks of black hands. There were two dancers, one of which was singing, and selling live albums at 5 €. We bought two before they announced that there was only one and we left to see the myth of funk George Clinton. I really wanted to see him and although we could not stay long because Mary currar today and it was almost 1, the concert was great. Were 40 and the mother. George Clinton was very fat and had colored dreadlocks. There was an old clad only in a diaper and a young lamb fur pants (which had to be stalled by passing the probe kid!). When we hear the legendary Flashlight, which lasted about 10 minutes, we were happy and went to house.

I'm needling of both concert and too lazy because I have to wash many dishes that I have outstanding megacoladas and make two (or more). Not everything was going to be fun.