The crash...

Maybe you heard about this tragic jet accident in Madrid. More than 150 people died on the crash. It's been several days, but we get full coverage on the news everyday. Too much, in my opinion. There's an investigation going on, which will probably take weeks. But in the meantime, some tv programs just seem to dwell on the tragedy, and I hate that. We must hear about every single person who is somehow linked to the accident. And by linked I don't mean interviewing the mechanic who fixed something on the plane before take off. I mean a taxi driver who had relatives of a victim in his car, someone who happened to "miss" the plane in the last minute and is so happy he never made it on time... And then some programs choose the music carefully. How can they possibly interview a man who lost his brother on the plane with Beethoven's Moonlight sonata as background music?? Some programs are just sentimental pornography. Leave people to mourn alone, the only reason they're showing it is to have a morbid look into somebody's pain. Kind of like the way many people would just stop by a car acccident and watch with fascination...

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Birthday cake??

Alicia chose this cake for her birthday. It looked so good on paper, and we tried so very hard to copy the design... But instead of this nice house-cake we came up with this:


An abandoned hansel&Gretel version of the house. A rather decadent and shabby home... snif... witches can't bake.

My witch's shoes

Complete with feet and moles (inherited from my mother)... what do you think? Should I get a broom?

Conversations with a 6 year old

F is a friend of my daughter Alicia, she'll turn 6 next week. I picked her up and we both headed to the cinema, where my husband was waiting with our girls. I had an interesting conversation with F while we were walking.

F -"You know, commercials on tv sometimes are not true."
Me -"Yeah, most of the time they lie..."
F -"But sometimes they tell the truth, my mom uses a shampoo that's on tv and it's good."
Me -"Which one is it?"
F -"It's that shampoo that's so good you can't keep your hands off your head.. (she says in all seriousness) It's only for grown-ups. I can't use it because my skin is too sensitive. My mom doesn't have sensitive skin."

And then adds:
-"I like your shoes..."
-"Thanks!"
-"They're witches' shoes"
(thanks??)

She wins

I hate yelling. I never yell. One of our household rules is NEVER to yell at someone. Yesterday I broke the rule, as I was making dinner and at the same time being asked for the 586th time to fix the wings on some "Butterfly Barbie" (they keep falling off) and having my three year old spill a glass of milk on my feet. So I yelled I CAN'T DO MORE THAN ONE THING AT THE SAME TIME; I'M COOKING, AND I'VE FIXED THOSE WINGS TOO MANY TIMES AND LOOK WHAT YOUR SISTER DID AND BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA

Alicia stared at me and asked quietly:
-Mom, would you like me to yell at you?
-That's not the point, you....
-No, really, would you like it?
-Alicia, don't ask me to do something when...
-Answer me, would you like me to yell at you?
-No, but...
-See?
I think I lost this battle, don't you?

Flying with children

We tend to avoid going through security instructions when flying. we see the leaflet, we kind of hide it someplace. We're not going to need it, right? Bad things only happen to other people, everybody knows that. But, on our trip to Austria, security instructions on the plane were posted literally on the back of the seat right in front of us. No hiding, no avoiding. And, we had two curious kids sitting with us.

-Mom, why is this man crawling like a baby?
-mmm... He probably lost something on the floor, he's trying to find it...

-Why does he have a mask?
-mmm... in case he feels sick
-Why would he feel sick? I never wear a mask when I feel sick



-What's this slide? Are we going to use it?
-No, it's just in case the plane has to land on water
-Oh, planes can land on water?
-Yes... (bullshit)
-Will we land on water?
I hope NOT.
-Mom, the woman on the slide has no shoes on.
-Really?
-Yes, why?
-Because shoe heels could pierce the slide



-But... why not glasses?
-mmm.... she'll hurt herself if she uses the slide with glasses on.
-But the earrings??
.....
-And what's the man doing?
-Just resting sweety.



-Why are the clouds beneath us?
Don't remind me, please, humans are not meant to fly, otherwise we'd have developed feathers by now. It's like having a fish learn how to drive!!!

When she's tired of security instructions she walks to the front part of the plane and comes back with a look of surprise:
-Mom!
-What happened?
-Nobody is driving this plane!!

Much better than expected

Whatever I expected from this holidays has been surpassed, by far... the first two days in Viena were fantastic: great sigthseeing, superb parks for children and adults and good food. Just an hour ago we arrived at the next destination, a quiet little town in the mountains, with so many things to do. I don´t think we´ll need to get out at all, the house and surroundings are so good!

Nervous, restless, excited...

One thing is to plan something and another to actually go ahead with it. the more I come close to my goal of studying for the next three years (because I plan a career change in the future) the less sleep I get! It's almost done now, just formalities ahead. My boss wasn't so thrilled. He suggested I work less hours. I'll do that, but it's going to be rough on our pockets too (we can't have everything can we? ;-)
My co-workers weren't so supportive. They made all sorts of questions, but mostly just looked at me like I've lost my mind. Not that I really blame them. I have two small children, a job and a husband with an epileptic disorder. It's easy to get used to good times, he's been free of seizures for eight months and we're hoping it will stay that way but I'm also hoping our new situation doesn't take a toll on him... but we've talked about it and he says I should at least try. Through all this I've realised once more that my husband is also my best friend. It may sound corny, but it's just the way it is.
By the way, we're going on a trip to Austria this afternoon, if you don't hear from me for the next days it's just that I don't have the time to blog from our destination! I'll try, though...

Take care, all of you!

I don't like parties

Well, most parties. It's my nephew's birthday. There are about 20 people, most of them adults, friends of my brother and SIL's relatives. It's been more than three hours since it started, more than enough for me...

btw, I've been accepted at our university! I'm so excited. I'll talk to my boss tomorrow to tell him about my studying plans. Hope he doesn't object. Most of my classes will be in the morning, which is when I'm working, but I can make up for lost time at home.

Dear brother

Pau (3 years old) comes to play with my daughters (3 and 5) because his mom (J) and dad (my brother) are busy working. They play all afternoon, hubby is watching the Tour de France on tv, I'm reading. Sometimes we check on the kids, they just run around the house playing games, dressing up, stuff like that. We hear Pau crying. His nose is bleeding, which is not unusual for him. The bleeding stops, the kid just forgets... we agree to tell his mom but not make a fuss, we know both his mom and my brother tend to worry too much. However, when Pau's mom (J) comes to pick him up, Alicia blurts out "J, Pau's nose was bleeding soooo much, the blood was running down his lips, on his chin!! Soo much blood" She's exagerating, we know it, J knows it, when they see so much as a drop of blood my children get all excited.
The day after the "incident" I go see my brother.

Me -hi
B -hi. Did you see where Pau hit his nose yesterday?
Me -No, I was reading, maybe he didn't even hit his nose...
B -We'll check with the pediatrician, because he had some breathing difficulty...
Me -Really? It didn't seem like a big deal...
B -Yes, and he has a bruise too.
Me -A bruise? (I'm beginning to sound alarmed)
B -Yes... well, not much, just a little...
Me -Are you sure it's worth a visit to the pedi?
B -Yes. So you didn't see?
Me -No, you know I'm not constantly over them...
B -I know, I don't like people who are all the time on their back, but I don't like it when people never check up on kids when they're playing...
Me -Oh, that would be me? (why do I ask, I know the answer??)
B -Yes. You're so relaxed. Your husband keeps a better eye on children, doesn't he?
Me -You mean he's a better father. (I'm beginning to sound irritated)
B -No, I didn't say that. But you could check on the kids
Me -I did. Just not every two minutes.

Needless to say, the conversation didn't end so well. Maybe I should have watched over them more. They say there are no perfect parents, but maybe some are more perfect than others. I feel hurt. Even if there's some truth in my brothers words. It's a silly argument, I know... but this is not the first time he does that to me... In his eyes, I neglect my daughters. And it hurts.

School again...?

I've been thinking a lot lately about my going back to University... I will know on the 16th if I'm admitted. And then... I'll have to talk to my boss, because all classes are in the morning which is when I'm working, but since all I do can be done from home, I'm hoping he'll agree to let me work in the afternoon/evening/night from home to make up for lost time in the morning. The good thing about my workplace right now is flexibility. So I don't think he'll say no. But, once he says yes I'll have a hard year ahead: classes in the morning, work, pick up the girls from school, take them to swimming, home, dinner and work from home. Study. And exams from time to time. I applied for a degree to teach Englisn in primary school (kids from 6 to 12 years old). It will certainly be a change... but we only live once, and I don't want to see myself working in the same place all my life... If I don't do this now, I feel I'll always regret it. That I never had the guts to try... What do you think?

If you're reading this (or any other post) and see grammatical/spelling mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me!

Toy soldiers

We went to see an exhibit of toy soldiers and other modeling stuff, such as submarines, warcraft and fantasy figures.
Do you have any idea what the german and the American soldier are talking about on this scene? Looks like the German soldier is complaining about the time because the American one is about to glance at his watch?? Caption ideas, anyone?

Alicia

We went to the swimming pool with family. I caught Alicia in this picture eyeing one of her uncles suspiciously... the one she doesn't like at all. Whenever he's around she feels this need to control where he is. He hardly ever says a word, keeps quiet... not a good pair.

More beach days

"I'd rather go back to the beach"

You've seen this photograph before, but my father made me reshape it. Says it looks much better like this... I agree

Castles in the sand

At my parents...

We started our holidays, and have "moved" to my parents home for a couple weeks. They live by the sea, and luckily have a house big enough for all of us and, more important, they want us here...

How it feels to have a stroke

I just thought it was very interesting...

Gardening (nothing wrong, Buffalo, just busy)

A few months ago I planted tomato seeds, strawberries and herbs... The tomatoes are just starting to grow but they're still quite tiny. I had no idea tomato plants made lovely yellow flowers...

I also had the brilliant idea of tipping my daughters when they pick up their toys and tidy the room before going to bed. 50 cents was my top payment and it worked great for a while... until Alicia figured she had enough money to buy a tiny russian hamster. I offered to buy the cage. Yes. And now much of the motivation to clean and help pick things up is at a minimum. (I was so smart) Why couldn't she think of something more expensive to buy, like an apartment??
She loves the hamster (I like it too, I must confess) and at first insisted on letting him/her wander through a bigger cage, like her princess castle: (click to enlarge if you don't see our mouse)



Apparently, life at the castle was too bourgeois for our royal hamster, and he/she decided to flee from the oppression of palace life, knocking the princess down in the process, and headed for the bus stop.



He/she now resides in her tiny cage with a wheel to exercise when the stress of daily life becomes unbearable!

Pst: I might start another career in september, a degree in teaching. I wonder if I'll find the time to study. I've alredy filled the online application. All I need now is to take some papers to the university and... hope I'll be accepted...
School is over now, we plan to stay next month with my parents, at the beach, and late in july we'll travel to Austria...