Friday, February 25, 2011

Laser Tag Chicago Suburbs

the word multitasking

Who knows what idea you are doing to us nearby.

Oh well, if they have passed

- our entry into the house where all the assembly / disassembly / repair was done with the soundtrack of Raffaella Carra (almost)
- the moments that Mario Merola Possoni
occasionally happen - that I vomit in the internal courtyard (you do not want to know) ...

this will be a walk.

In any case, these days people spent in front of my front door could hear Mustela around the house screaming out loud, sing-song tone by fishmonger:
'A CACCAAAAAAAA ...
'A CACCCCCAAAAAAAA ...
no, my dear, there you are.

My daughter is announcing to the world that he defecated, or trying to sell a high price for diapers used as a chemical weapon (as if they sold as a natural resource of gas these days, would have turned).


My daughter is calling CATS.

already eh.

at this time, also because of a tidal wave of prosperity that has kept the nursery almost two weeks (quasi. not exaggerate. This week has been to school two full days and a half yesterday) with advancement class is doing a lot of progress on the verbal.

One of these is the introduction of word multitasking.


true multitasking word, that word, the sole, which, depending on the pronunciation and intonation, millemila can mean different things in a language such as Eastern Europe.

Of the many phonemes for humanity, which could choose to express my daughter all its concepts?

Hunting.

What then, subject to a time (which is doubtful, given by her grandmother) does not intend to ever "crap" in the sense of "excrement". No. We

:


'A Caccaaaaa = Ohi, Cats? Where are you? (or even "Megliogaaaatttooooo ...")

Gaggàaaaa (in a tone of love and waiting) = Megliogatto, play with me? (Megliogatto and, like Roger Rabbit when he sang "kill the old" can not resist the lure and approaches, and then run away as soon as you reach out your hand) instead

Meto has long been identified with " ; aaaahm ", and is now "AU" , or "meow." Do not you say anything, true that the only times he sees the gattociccione is there to beg for food to anyone, eh?

Ca .. cccca = Scarpa (she loves this), sometimes also sock. Days ago, he made a whole speech to the sound of "ca ... CCCA shit" to my mother, to understand: ohibò, Grandma, how come my mom and I wear socks and you slip the loafers? " )

C Å = cca Pacifier (once and only once, greeted my entrance into his room brandishing a pacifier and said, "Sit" as if to say: I know pronounce, but I do not)

Poo! (joyful tone) = book

C cc Å Å = Biscuit (the difference between Å C rc and C Å cc Å untrice been acted out only if the points the finger toward the kitchen door that conceals the biscuits)

Cack'ha, cack'ha = Milk, (subito! now! now! Indeed five minutes ago!)

Poo! (in a tone of imperious finger pointing at the kitchen) "And now for the fruit, please"



you say well, my dear, your mother is good at languages.
If not ...

were in the hunt.

ahr ahr.











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... let's say a wave of bad news came (to be light and keep vague) and then I had so much to delight you with my fabulous black humor ...
(ahem)

well short.

now I am here.

AND EVEN ENOUGH, YOU OHI up there ', with negativity', PECCORTESIA.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

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are sorry there is no one on the piece

a bit 'I have changed room in the office, we are now four, I and my colleague in my department, and two colleagues (one man and one woman) from another department, both very nice (and short we have four nice people).
him know it - not very well - since I work here, we have never worked, though.

Today I feel telling a colleague "because You know, the farm where I worked before, Acmeinc ... "

Acmeinc?

... I'm on LinkedIn: Acmeinc has worked in almost two years (in Milan, and in another department than mine, but oh well)

aaaaahhhmbè

I remembered him, right. Sisssì.

own Son on a piece.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Ohio License Hologram

The free ride is over: Lamentations

I found that they begin classes Monday.
E 'happened by chance: I was suspicious of the fact that yesterday, greeting me after the exam (I'm still waiting), the girls have said I'll see you Monday. Damn. I feel like a good shoot: I seem to be under pressure to study without interruption since early December, which is very similar to the truth-and I have absolutely no desire to resume my routine of waking up at five and a half, Coach , train, lessons, train, bus, home.
The good thing is that my schedule does not provide a lesson in the morning a week. The less positive is that the other are all from 14 to 18, weary of time that my brain makes an investment in pumpkins after Thanksgiving.

It would not hurt a bit off 'from home and see someone, the problem is that all the people I meet are not really friends: they remain, after four years of superficial knowledge, which a chat every now and then but not too confident, or hang out with for dinner and a movie theater. I do not know if the fault is mine or another, but the invitations are always courteous and rarely materialize into something that involves me. And pass the holes between the hours with someone who makes plans that do not concern you is the most boring I have ever experienced ...