Evil fate has decided to make my life hell does not want to have even a couple of weeks of calm. I just called Triki professor to tell me what's happening in your English classes, that apparently there are problems, and wing!. Around the same theme as always. Since I have requested a meeting in January to talk about my daughter.
The problem? The usual. So I called last year. And the last. He lives immersed in their world. Ignoring, because there seems to be in touch with the real world. Who is unable to keep track of a game, a conversation. That is obvious from some of their behaviors and attitudes, has emotional problems.
And starts to be higher, he says, and you have to go watchthat topic, those behaviors. Maybe not now, but next year ... or later, perhaps something should be done. He did not say clearly, but the suggestion is obvious: it should go to the psychologist.
And I'm starting to spin to the head. When did this start? It always has been, is a personality trait, or the problems started when we broke the first time? Are aggravated by the separation, divorce, my job change? "For me a scant two hours a day? Am I responsible for my daughter's emotional problems, being a bad mother, not to give it the attention it needs?
Now I have to speak to Rafa, who these days is edge and distant with me (and I know nothing of my newborn andStren love life) to return, once again, on the same subject. To be taken lightly, as usual, saying that they're exaggerated, it's just a girl who is perfectly normal. And sometimes I think maybe it is true that I have a tendency to imagine the worst case scenario and make a mountain out of a molehill. But when three different teachers from different schools, I say the same thing also occurs to me that maybe he does not want to see that your child has problems.
And the point is not that I do not want it as it is, much less, I love to be different, original. But I want to be happy, and I realize that for that, you need to integrate into society, having friends, or at least understand and accept the rules of livesI do not mind the background while she likes it or not, while carrying get a good life. Not only be happy now, but when a teenager, as an adult. I want my daughter to be a useful person that others are glad to have him. And I know not if we pamper you all, if we close our eyes to the problems and hope to fend for themselves.
I may be wrong by taking this position, and my Triki always want more to her father and her bf than me, because the spike and try to walk where I have to go. But she is my soul, what would I not do to save my soul?
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Tech Decks Online Games A small change in my life
One of the advantages of blogs is that they are an easy, convenient and cheap for all your friends and acquaintances know about your life. It is also a good way to meet new people who share your hobbies or your way of seeing life.
But one of the cons of blogging is that sometimes, if you read depending on which friends you keep things. And as a public diary, sometimes not dare to tell under what because, at least in my case, sometimes I tend to "ostrich technique, and how I'm going to tell you something that I do not even recognize myself?
All this rant comes to a few weeks I'm going through something, but first not sure, then do not the public before that, according to what people learned about it from me (and she could notr the LJ, which is ugly), because I've been putting off. Anyway, I've done something that he said he would never do ... and liarme with someone at work.
I know, I know, I know. I thought, discussion, contrasted and considered all that you are probably thinking and much more. That we are more than nine hours a day. That as we become angry, or worse, if this is over, the situation may be the most violent. We are in the spotlight of the department and company officials gossips. That is messing everything up amazing points, could it be that there are no men in the world?
And this is only one barrier, I admit, the most important. Then you have another, and that is ... younger than me. How about six years ...
But one of the cons of blogging is that sometimes, if you read depending on which friends you keep things. And as a public diary, sometimes not dare to tell under what because, at least in my case, sometimes I tend to "ostrich technique, and how I'm going to tell you something that I do not even recognize myself?
All this rant comes to a few weeks I'm going through something, but first not sure, then do not the public before that, according to what people learned about it from me (and she could notr the LJ, which is ugly), because I've been putting off. Anyway, I've done something that he said he would never do ... and liarme with someone at work.
I know, I know, I know. I thought, discussion, contrasted and considered all that you are probably thinking and much more. That we are more than nine hours a day. That as we become angry, or worse, if this is over, the situation may be the most violent. We are in the spotlight of the department and company officials gossips. That is messing everything up amazing points, could it be that there are no men in the world?
And this is only one barrier, I admit, the most important. Then you have another, and that is ... younger than me. How about six years ...
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Optimist Dinghy Plans The Librarian
"No reference to the mother of his child? I do not know, I felt strange.
But in my work were living like a soap, were so excited, especially girls. And is that what appears in this department is as true gypsy curse: anyone who enters a relationship, is separated a few months. And as we are all asocial we do not have personal life, most are single, so I lived to the fullest.
On Thursday, the day of the appointment, I had a huge mess, I was super busy and when it came time to leave, I hardly felt like it, but I did it for the company! I arrived, we chatted a bit, went for coffee at a nearby bar. We talk about cinema, the films of Woody Allen in particular, and quite well, butThe reactions were varied: from the extreme indignation two companions, who went to his post, stood and returned cabreadísmas "And then why stay with you?" The joke of others, and even pats on the back, " hey, I'm very sorry. " There were phrases like "this guy is making beating around the bush", "can not stand people like that" or "and you do not stop going to sites that!"
not really affected me a lot. At heart, I knew I would not leave any of this, but it's been fun, and perhaps most importantly, the whole issue last week gave lot of life to the department. Besides culturicé them in certain respects, do you believe you may have never heard about no sex until the third date?
But in my work were living like a soap, were so excited, especially girls. And is that what appears in this department is as true gypsy curse: anyone who enters a relationship, is separated a few months. And as we are all asocial we do not have personal life, most are single, so I lived to the fullest.
On Thursday, the day of the appointment, I had a huge mess, I was super busy and when it came time to leave, I hardly felt like it, but I did it for the company! I arrived, we chatted a bit, went for coffee at a nearby bar. We talk about cinema, the films of Woody Allen in particular, and quite well, butThe reactions were varied: from the extreme indignation two companions, who went to his post, stood and returned cabreadísmas "And then why stay with you?" The joke of others, and even pats on the back, " hey, I'm very sorry. " There were phrases like "this guy is making beating around the bush", "can not stand people like that" or "and you do not stop going to sites that!"
not really affected me a lot. At heart, I knew I would not leave any of this, but it's been fun, and perhaps most importantly, the whole issue last week gave lot of life to the department. Besides culturicé them in certain respects, do you believe you may have never heard about no sex until the third date?
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Damask Wrapping Paper My babysitter resident
In the winter I entered my state marmotil, which together with that I have much trouble at work (as usual), my family life and a bit of action in the sentimental has prevented me from updating the blog.
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Okay, okay! That I am a vague, I admit! I put a day, which is now. The title of this post refers to my mother, who since Sunday night and what both hope will be just three weeks, is installed in my home. How to install an elevator in his building (which involves breaking down the existing stairs and build it back across the gap), has had to leave home, and of course I invited mine. Now two days and although my house for years thatwas not so clean there are certain things ...
Comprendedme 10 years ago I left my parents house, I'm too used to doing whatever he wants, and for the last two years I have not accountable to anyone, so in some ways a tad hard for me to adapt to new coexistence. Like now, when I find nothing in my kitchen, I hung up and clothing stores where there is ... hangs up my phone ("how you did it!? Triki has not been able to!) But anyway, the girl takes care of me and makes me dinner, and even sometimes when I arrived I have to strive to be attentive to their conversation when all I want is to lie on the sofa and let me House abduct ... it is my mother, what could I do? Pe
ro this is not the only thing that ever happened to me these days. And it turns out that one day, when he was looking depressed travel agency websites to see if I could afford an itty-break in December, I called my boss and he says the Hall of Getxo (a pretty famous comic book lounge that held the first weekend in December) wanted it to be an editor, with all expenses paid, would I like to go? Needless to say, I signed up quickly, and seems to have put us up at another publisher and me in one of the most luxurious hotels in Bilbao, if we even have got tickets to the Guggenheim and everything! More nice people ...
And now, the most impressive, I still have weird. And it turns out that one day it occurred to me questionsclear but you are a bit more skeptical, like me. And is that our conversations, J has a 3 year old son, and how not comment at any time that is separate (and I know that living with the child), the obvious is that you have a partner, right? And that is one of my lines, or people with partners or children.
But the good thing is that today I sent an email with the suggestive title of "proposition." I quickly summoned my colleagues to open the mail, which invited me for coffee if I spent a day in the library. As my boss, with his inimitable style, I warned against men in general, and gave me advice on how to find out if you are cohabiting or not, my friends forced me to accepttar to obviously poderles tell after what had happened ...
So stay with J on Thursday to return the books that I took the last day, and drink that coffee to take the matter on Friday when the coffee. Because the guy is attractive, but I msoquea lot of women, does or does not? Do you want something from me or is just being kind? Do you propose a threesome? (I'll tell you when my department has unleashed our imaginations ...)
Well, that ... Friday, more!
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Okay, okay! That I am a vague, I admit! I put a day, which is now. The title of this post refers to my mother, who since Sunday night and what both hope will be just three weeks, is installed in my home. How to install an elevator in his building (which involves breaking down the existing stairs and build it back across the gap), has had to leave home, and of course I invited mine. Now two days and although my house for years thatwas not so clean there are certain things ...
Comprendedme 10 years ago I left my parents house, I'm too used to doing whatever he wants, and for the last two years I have not accountable to anyone, so in some ways a tad hard for me to adapt to new coexistence. Like now, when I find nothing in my kitchen, I hung up and clothing stores where there is ... hangs up my phone ("how you did it!? Triki has not been able to!) But anyway, the girl takes care of me and makes me dinner, and even sometimes when I arrived I have to strive to be attentive to their conversation when all I want is to lie on the sofa and let me House abduct ... it is my mother, what could I do? Pe
ro this is not the only thing that ever happened to me these days. And it turns out that one day, when he was looking depressed travel agency websites to see if I could afford an itty-break in December, I called my boss and he says the Hall of Getxo (a pretty famous comic book lounge that held the first weekend in December) wanted it to be an editor, with all expenses paid, would I like to go? Needless to say, I signed up quickly, and seems to have put us up at another publisher and me in one of the most luxurious hotels in Bilbao, if we even have got tickets to the Guggenheim and everything! More nice people ...
And now, the most impressive, I still have weird. And it turns out that one day it occurred to me questionsclear but you are a bit more skeptical, like me. And is that our conversations, J has a 3 year old son, and how not comment at any time that is separate (and I know that living with the child), the obvious is that you have a partner, right? And that is one of my lines, or people with partners or children.
But the good thing is that today I sent an email with the suggestive title of "proposition." I quickly summoned my colleagues to open the mail, which invited me for coffee if I spent a day in the library. As my boss, with his inimitable style, I warned against men in general, and gave me advice on how to find out if you are cohabiting or not, my friends forced me to accepttar to obviously poderles tell after what had happened ...
So stay with J on Thursday to return the books that I took the last day, and drink that coffee to take the matter on Friday when the coffee. Because the guy is attractive, but I msoquea lot of women, does or does not? Do you want something from me or is just being kind? Do you propose a threesome? (I'll tell you when my department has unleashed our imaginations ...)
Well, that ... Friday, more!
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