Azi am diaree verbala, dar de...nu ma poci abtine:
Andrei a avut mare trecere la tema cu melodia si mesajele sexuale directe sau indirecte. Colegii (care zice el ca pana acum nu-l bagau in seama) i-au cerut sa duca versurile de la melodie, si urmeaza sa aiba un debate daca sunt sau nu implicatii sexuale in lirics or ba
revin cand ma lamuresc cum pot sa descarc un you tube direct aici
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWzlD7Lc6w8
Thursday, February 12, 2009
we invented the insuline
revin ca ma irita tare mult propozitia asta din postarea antecedenta
moama ce discutii am mai avut cu cei de la u of waterloo referitor la cine a inventat insulina!!! jale si durere! ei o tin pe a lor, eu pe a mea!
si nu invatam nimic din propria istorie, nimic: am pierdut brandul la ciobanescul mioritic, nici o tuica romaneasca nu e recunoscuta, nici o mancare romaneasca nu e brand-ata. Cand naiba o sa ne trezim?
moama ce discutii am mai avut cu cei de la u of waterloo referitor la cine a inventat insulina!!! jale si durere! ei o tin pe a lor, eu pe a mea!
si nu invatam nimic din propria istorie, nimic: am pierdut brandul la ciobanescul mioritic, nici o tuica romaneasca nu e recunoscuta, nici o mancare romaneasca nu e brand-ata. Cand naiba o sa ne trezim?
You know you are Canadian if...
M-am gandit ca nu toti 3 cititori ai mei stiu gluma cu Canadienii :)
Enjoy:
You think -10 C is mild weather
You wear socks with our sandals
You know all the words to "If I had a million dollars" by The Barenaked Ladies, including the inter-stanza banter between Steven and Ed.
You don't know or care about the fuss with Cuba, it's just a cheap place to travel with good cigars and no Americans.
You get milk in bags as well as cartons and plastic jugs.
You drive on a highway, not a freeway.
You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers.
You have more miles on your snow blower than your car.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled in with snow.
The municipality buys a Zamboni before a bus.
You use a red pen on your non-Canadian textbooks and fill in the missing u's from labor, honor, and color.
You know how to say free, prize and no sugar added in French thanks to your extensive education in bilingual cereal packaging.
You've plugged a car in overnight.
You've defended your property from trespassers with a hockey stick because you don't own a gun.
You only know three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.
The mosquitoes have landing lights.
You have 10 favorite recipes for moose meat.
Canadian Tire on any Saturday is busier than the toy stores at Christmas.
You live in a house that has no front step, yet the door is one meter above the ground.
You've taken your kids trick-or-treating in a blizzard.
You think sexy lingerie is tube-socks and a flannel nightie with only 8 buttons.
You owe more money on your snowmobile than your car.
At least twice a year, the kitchen doubles as a meat processing plant.
The most effective mosquito repellent is a shotgun.
Your snow blower gets stuck on the roof.
You think the start of deer season is a national holiday.
You head south to go to your cottage.
You frequently clean grease off your barbecue so the bears won't prowl on your deck.
You know which leaves make good toilet paper.
The major parish fund-raiser isn't bingo it's sausage making.
You find -40C a little chilly.
The trunk of your car doubles as a deep freeze.
You attend a formal event in your best clothes, your finest jewelry and your Sorrels.
You can play road hockey on skates.
You know that Mounties "don't always look like that".
Like any international assassin/terrorist/spy in the world, you carry a Canadian passport.
You can eat more than one maple sugar candy without feeling nauseous.
You don't feel the urge to purchase maple syrup at the airport.
When in Niagara Falls, you scoff at how pathetic the American falls are compared to the Canadian ones.
You're not easily impressed by British accents.
You're easily impressed by British accents.
Thinks an income tax refund is a gift from the government.
On seeing a light at the end of a tunnel, assumes it is a train.
When given a compliment, always looks behind to see for whom it is intended.
Doesn't know anyone who doesn't owns a flag.
Finds Kentucky Fried Chicken "a bit too spicy".
Holds the world's record for telephone use, probably listening to "Don't hang up. Your call is important to us."
Will drive to an unemployment protest meeting in his Toyota.
Is convinced that democracy involves keeping your opinions to yourself.
In a restaurant, apologizes for not being ready to order at the waiter's convenience.
Will travel across the border to buy cigarettes and return home for subsidized cancer therapy.
Says "sorry" when you accidentally bump into him.
Waits for the light to change before crossing a deserted intersection at 3 a.m.
Takes as a signal for a standing ovation any two people who happen to be leaving during curtain calls.
Believes the Free Trade Agreement is an agreement about free trade.
Says "no big deal" to a sidewalk cyclist who's just knocked him down.
Considers turning up the thermostat an integral part of foreplay.
Says "no thanks" to a telemarketing tape.
Never sits in someone else's seat, even if the ticket holder doesn't show.
Says hi to anyone walking a dog.
Goes to hot-tub parties where people wear bathing suits.
Carries travelers checks in a money belt.
Heartily proclaims, "Sure it's 38 below, but it's a dry cold."
You know how to pronounce and spell "Saskatchewan."
Eh?" is a very important part of your vocabulary and more polite than, "Huh?"
Winter. Whenever you want it. And then some.
There's German food, Italian food, Chinese food, Armenian food, American food, but NO Canadian food.
You like the Americans a little because they don't want Quebec either.
Canadian lottery winnings are non-taxable!
Everything is labelled in English and French.
There are more pages about Hockey than the news in the newspapers
You know what are Tim Horton, Zellers and Canadian Tire
You have a canadian flag sewn on your backpack (unless you live in Québec)
You measure distance in hours.
You use a down comforter in the summer.
You think of the major four food groups as steak, beer, fish and people from Saskatchewan.
You know what kind of snow throws best.
It takes 3 hours to go to the mall for one item even when you're in a rush because you have to stop and talk to everyone in town.
You know Toronto is not a province
You design your kid's Hallowe'en costume to fit over a snowsuit
Driving is better in the winter because then the potholes are filled with snow
You only burn your bra when you're out of wood
You yell "Patio Weather!" when the temperature rises to 0.
You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend knows how to use them.
There are seven empty cars running in the parking lot of your neighbourhood Tim Horton's at any given time.
Most of your clothes have Canadian beer logos on them.
Summertime is when you switch your toque for a ballcap (with a Canadian beer logo on it)
You have a bumper sticker that says "If you're Canadian show me your Beaver"
You own an ice auger
You made your horn louder when your brakes wore out
You have a bumper sticker that reads: Fight Crime! Shoot Back
Bragging Rights
We invented ski-doos, jet-skis, velcro, zippers, insulin, penicillin, zambonis, the telephone, short-wave radios, and Superman.
The Hudsons Bay Company once owned over 10% of the earth's surface and is still around as the world's oldest company.
We have the largest English-speaking population that never, ever surrendered or withdrew during any war to anyone, anywhere.
sper sa va placa (ceea ce e cu rosu...ghiciti?)
Enjoy:
You think -10 C is mild weather
You wear socks with our sandals
You know all the words to "If I had a million dollars" by The Barenaked Ladies, including the inter-stanza banter between Steven and Ed.
You don't know or care about the fuss with Cuba, it's just a cheap place to travel with good cigars and no Americans.
You get milk in bags as well as cartons and plastic jugs.
You drive on a highway, not a freeway.
You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers.
You have more miles on your snow blower than your car.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled in with snow.
The municipality buys a Zamboni before a bus.
You use a red pen on your non-Canadian textbooks and fill in the missing u's from labor, honor, and color.
You know how to say free, prize and no sugar added in French thanks to your extensive education in bilingual cereal packaging.
You've plugged a car in overnight.
You've defended your property from trespassers with a hockey stick because you don't own a gun.
You only know three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.
The mosquitoes have landing lights.
You have 10 favorite recipes for moose meat.
Canadian Tire on any Saturday is busier than the toy stores at Christmas.
You live in a house that has no front step, yet the door is one meter above the ground.
You've taken your kids trick-or-treating in a blizzard.
You think sexy lingerie is tube-socks and a flannel nightie with only 8 buttons.
You owe more money on your snowmobile than your car.
At least twice a year, the kitchen doubles as a meat processing plant.
The most effective mosquito repellent is a shotgun.
Your snow blower gets stuck on the roof.
You think the start of deer season is a national holiday.
You head south to go to your cottage.
You frequently clean grease off your barbecue so the bears won't prowl on your deck.
You know which leaves make good toilet paper.
The major parish fund-raiser isn't bingo it's sausage making.
You find -40C a little chilly.
The trunk of your car doubles as a deep freeze.
You attend a formal event in your best clothes, your finest jewelry and your Sorrels.
You can play road hockey on skates.
You know that Mounties "don't always look like that".
Like any international assassin/terrorist/spy in the world, you carry a Canadian passport.
You can eat more than one maple sugar candy without feeling nauseous.
You don't feel the urge to purchase maple syrup at the airport.
When in Niagara Falls, you scoff at how pathetic the American falls are compared to the Canadian ones.
You're not easily impressed by British accents.
You're easily impressed by British accents.
Thinks an income tax refund is a gift from the government.
On seeing a light at the end of a tunnel, assumes it is a train.
When given a compliment, always looks behind to see for whom it is intended.
Doesn't know anyone who doesn't owns a flag.
Finds Kentucky Fried Chicken "a bit too spicy".
Holds the world's record for telephone use, probably listening to "Don't hang up. Your call is important to us."
Will drive to an unemployment protest meeting in his Toyota.
Is convinced that democracy involves keeping your opinions to yourself.
In a restaurant, apologizes for not being ready to order at the waiter's convenience.
Will travel across the border to buy cigarettes and return home for subsidized cancer therapy.
Says "sorry" when you accidentally bump into him.
Waits for the light to change before crossing a deserted intersection at 3 a.m.
Takes as a signal for a standing ovation any two people who happen to be leaving during curtain calls.
Believes the Free Trade Agreement is an agreement about free trade.
Says "no big deal" to a sidewalk cyclist who's just knocked him down.
Considers turning up the thermostat an integral part of foreplay.
Says "no thanks" to a telemarketing tape.
Never sits in someone else's seat, even if the ticket holder doesn't show.
Says hi to anyone walking a dog.
Goes to hot-tub parties where people wear bathing suits.
Carries travelers checks in a money belt.
Heartily proclaims, "Sure it's 38 below, but it's a dry cold."
You know how to pronounce and spell "Saskatchewan."
Eh?" is a very important part of your vocabulary and more polite than, "Huh?"
Winter. Whenever you want it. And then some.
There's German food, Italian food, Chinese food, Armenian food, American food, but NO Canadian food.
You like the Americans a little because they don't want Quebec either.
Canadian lottery winnings are non-taxable!
Everything is labelled in English and French.
There are more pages about Hockey than the news in the newspapers
You know what are Tim Horton, Zellers and Canadian Tire
You have a canadian flag sewn on your backpack (unless you live in Québec)
You measure distance in hours.
You use a down comforter in the summer.
You think of the major four food groups as steak, beer, fish and people from Saskatchewan.
You know what kind of snow throws best.
It takes 3 hours to go to the mall for one item even when you're in a rush because you have to stop and talk to everyone in town.
You know Toronto is not a province
You design your kid's Hallowe'en costume to fit over a snowsuit
Driving is better in the winter because then the potholes are filled with snow
You only burn your bra when you're out of wood
You yell "Patio Weather!" when the temperature rises to 0.
You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend knows how to use them.
There are seven empty cars running in the parking lot of your neighbourhood Tim Horton's at any given time.
Most of your clothes have Canadian beer logos on them.
Summertime is when you switch your toque for a ballcap (with a Canadian beer logo on it)
You have a bumper sticker that says "If you're Canadian show me your Beaver"
You own an ice auger
You made your horn louder when your brakes wore out
You have a bumper sticker that reads: Fight Crime! Shoot Back
Bragging Rights
We invented ski-doos, jet-skis, velcro, zippers, insulin, penicillin, zambonis, the telephone, short-wave radios, and Superman.
The Hudsons Bay Company once owned over 10% of the earth's surface and is still around as the world's oldest company.
We have the largest English-speaking population that never, ever surrendered or withdrew during any war to anyone, anywhere.
sper sa va placa (ceea ce e cu rosu...ghiciti?)
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
La multi ani, Neculai! La multi ani fratelui meu!
Fratele meu a implinit zilele astea un nr de ani, nu spui cati ca fiind mai mic ma divulg cat de batrana sunt! la multi ani, sa fii sanatos, norocos esti, sa fii iubit si sa ti se implineasca visele! A si sa ai brain sa iti aranjezi concediul pe 2010 sa te vad pe meleaguri canadiene!
E tare bine sa ai un frate, nu conteaza ca mai mic sau mai mare, e bine sa fie la casa omului. Cand esti acasa la parinti copil, un frate/sora e bun ca imparti bunatatile, ai pe cine da vina, si ai cu cine te bate ori certa atunci cand ai o zi proasta. Asta cu certatul e valabila si mai tarziu in viata. Pai e frate-tu, tre sa vorbeasca cu tine, nu are incotro ( si reciproca e valabila:)
Mai tarziu in viata ai cu cine imparte bucurii si necazuri, ai cu cine imparte grija parintilor, ai pe cineva care te crede atunci cand te vaiti de relatii familiale.
Cel mai bine e cand, ca in cazul meu, ai un frate "important" care si-a facut un nume in domeniul lui si care e cunoscut. Ei, e tare cool, si chiar daca aici in Canada asta nu prea conteste, eu tot ma laud cu fratele meu!
Acum sa nu credeti ca toate sunt roze in relatia mea cu el! Nicidecum, la cat de usor ii sare tandara, ca are fitilul cam scurt, dar e un tip de treaba care are rebound rapid, dupa ce ii trec bazdacii! Noroc cu cumnata mea, o dulcica, care actioneaza ca paratraznet mai tot timpul si care merita sigur cuvinte de lauda...(pupici Iulica)
Ca sa ma laud, frate-miu a venit la cererea mea expresa, dupa ce am actionat in mod manipulator si mama a fost nevoita sa cheme barza sa aiba liniste in casa cu mine!
cred ca deja ati inchis fereastra asta cu blogul, din cauza de siroposenie, dar sunt 3 ani de cand nu ne-am vazut face to face, except the internet, asa ca am circumstante atenuante :)
stii ca esti canadian cand... va mai amintiti emailul ala care circula o vreme? la fel cu stii ca esti roman cand....
acum 3 ani, in prima noastra iarna canadiana, care nu a fost atat de teribila ca cea de anul trecut, am crezut ca nu mai vine vara, ca am intrat in era glaciara. La 1 martie tin minte ca au fost peste 0 grade celsus si ca am fost socati vazand copii mergand la scoala in tricouri. da ati citit bine, era soare afara, 0 grade, 1 la pranz, iar copiii mergeau la scoala in tricouri si slapi!
Dupa cele cateva luni de iarna cu minus 2 digits frecvent, cand saptamana trecuta au fost 0 grade sambata, imi venea sa plec la cumparaturi in vesta! iar Victor mergea cu geamul deschis la masina, cu caldura oprita. Pai stit gluma: stii ca esti canadian cand la 0 grade afara esti gata sa pleci in oras doar in tricou!
La mine mai merge si faza cu: stii ca esti canadian cand peferi drumurile inzapezite ca sunt gropile ascunse :)
azi am avut de tinut o prezentare pentru tot institutul, si cand am dat materialul spre aprobare sefei, totul a fost serios, si foarte formal, dar cand sa prezint materialul nu am rezistat nu il punctez cu niste glume, de au ras cu mainile pe burta. Inaintea mea fusesera 2 prezentari cumplit de serioase si plictisitoare, incat mai aveam un pic si cadeam cu nasul in farfurie...asa ca aghiutza mi-a dat branci sa pun ici colo glumite. oh boy, ce imi lipsesc prezentarile...expunerile...trainurile...
gata cu vaicareala, acu astept consecintele, ca a inceput sa ma incerce frica ca or realiza ca subiectul a fost prea serios pentru glumele facute...
la multi ani, frate-miu!
E tare bine sa ai un frate, nu conteaza ca mai mic sau mai mare, e bine sa fie la casa omului. Cand esti acasa la parinti copil, un frate/sora e bun ca imparti bunatatile, ai pe cine da vina, si ai cu cine te bate ori certa atunci cand ai o zi proasta. Asta cu certatul e valabila si mai tarziu in viata. Pai e frate-tu, tre sa vorbeasca cu tine, nu are incotro ( si reciproca e valabila:)
Mai tarziu in viata ai cu cine imparte bucurii si necazuri, ai cu cine imparte grija parintilor, ai pe cineva care te crede atunci cand te vaiti de relatii familiale.
Cel mai bine e cand, ca in cazul meu, ai un frate "important" care si-a facut un nume in domeniul lui si care e cunoscut. Ei, e tare cool, si chiar daca aici in Canada asta nu prea conteste, eu tot ma laud cu fratele meu!
Acum sa nu credeti ca toate sunt roze in relatia mea cu el! Nicidecum, la cat de usor ii sare tandara, ca are fitilul cam scurt, dar e un tip de treaba care are rebound rapid, dupa ce ii trec bazdacii! Noroc cu cumnata mea, o dulcica, care actioneaza ca paratraznet mai tot timpul si care merita sigur cuvinte de lauda...(pupici Iulica)
Ca sa ma laud, frate-miu a venit la cererea mea expresa, dupa ce am actionat in mod manipulator si mama a fost nevoita sa cheme barza sa aiba liniste in casa cu mine!
cred ca deja ati inchis fereastra asta cu blogul, din cauza de siroposenie, dar sunt 3 ani de cand nu ne-am vazut face to face, except the internet, asa ca am circumstante atenuante :)
stii ca esti canadian cand... va mai amintiti emailul ala care circula o vreme? la fel cu stii ca esti roman cand....
acum 3 ani, in prima noastra iarna canadiana, care nu a fost atat de teribila ca cea de anul trecut, am crezut ca nu mai vine vara, ca am intrat in era glaciara. La 1 martie tin minte ca au fost peste 0 grade celsus si ca am fost socati vazand copii mergand la scoala in tricouri. da ati citit bine, era soare afara, 0 grade, 1 la pranz, iar copiii mergeau la scoala in tricouri si slapi!
Dupa cele cateva luni de iarna cu minus 2 digits frecvent, cand saptamana trecuta au fost 0 grade sambata, imi venea sa plec la cumparaturi in vesta! iar Victor mergea cu geamul deschis la masina, cu caldura oprita. Pai stit gluma: stii ca esti canadian cand la 0 grade afara esti gata sa pleci in oras doar in tricou!
La mine mai merge si faza cu: stii ca esti canadian cand peferi drumurile inzapezite ca sunt gropile ascunse :)
azi am avut de tinut o prezentare pentru tot institutul, si cand am dat materialul spre aprobare sefei, totul a fost serios, si foarte formal, dar cand sa prezint materialul nu am rezistat nu il punctez cu niste glume, de au ras cu mainile pe burta. Inaintea mea fusesera 2 prezentari cumplit de serioase si plictisitoare, incat mai aveam un pic si cadeam cu nasul in farfurie...asa ca aghiutza mi-a dat branci sa pun ici colo glumite. oh boy, ce imi lipsesc prezentarile...expunerile...trainurile...
gata cu vaicareala, acu astept consecintele, ca a inceput sa ma incerce frica ca or realiza ca subiectul a fost prea serios pentru glumele facute...
la multi ani, frate-miu!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Muieti-s posmagii
Iarna grea, temperaturi mult sub zero. Urme pe zapada si semne de intrebare: cin sa fie? Acum ne-am linistit: e un biet iepure ( probabil cu familia intreaga)
Dimineata la nici 6 dimineata, Victor a aprins lumina in spate ( nu ma intrebati de ce, ca doar nu face gym in spate, nu fumeaza- sa iasa in gradina sa isi aprinda pipa) si a suprins spionul. Spion flamand, nici nu a dat doi bani pe el, si-a vazut in continuare de rontait.
Da, eu sunt de vina, ieri dupa ce am facut gratar am aruncat un morcov bucati, pentru cine o fi flamand. Da, stiu, nu e buna ideea, ca se va obisnui sa vina sa primeasca mancare gratis, dar nu am rezistat.
Poza e facuta din casa, cred ca avea si blitzul, dar iepurila nu a dat nici o atentie
aici a stat la poza
O sa pun un semn: mancarea o primesti numai in iarna, pe timpuri grele, nicidecum la vara. (si in engleza, si in romana)
In alta ordine de idei...
Noi suntem niste parinti iresponsabil, nici acum nu am avut cu copilul "the talk" despre sex si sexualitate. Ca mama de baiat, zic ca e responsabilitatea tatei, tat-su zice ca eu am pregatire in domeniu, si as sti cum sa sa ii explic.
Acu Andrei inca copilareste, inca intoarce capul cand se pupa astia pe ecran, da simt eu ca momentu X nu e departe.
Ieri a avut de pregatit pentru ora de health and science (ceva mai multa ca dirigentia) o tema care m-a facut sa rosesc: de analizat o piesa muzicala canadiana care are continut evident sexual. Cum noi ascultam mai mult 96.7, post mai de babe, cu muzica selectionata atent, ce sa aleaga copilul. Pe masina in schimb, si in Toronto, eu ascult 99.9, care are muzica cea mai noua si nu prea selectata din punct de vedere a continutului. Asa ca aseara am cautat pe you tube piese din top 6 at 6, si din top canadian 40. plus lirics.
Si am stat langa copil sa aleaga din:
Beyonce: Put a ring on it
Katy Perry: I kissed a girl
Katy Perry: Hot'n cold
Kanye West: Heartless
Lady Gaga
Pink: Sober
B spears cu circus si womenazer
Apoi analizeaza versurile si cumpleteaza intrebarile din foaia de la scoala.
si am transpirat citind versurile lui katy perry, you pms like a bicth I know ( cum sa ii explic asta?), m-am facut ca nu inteleg ce zice BS cu womenazer si tot asa
Ok, nu radeti, plodu a ales heartless, ca i s-a parut mai manlly, dar concluzia trasa a fost ca toate fetele sunt evil si heartless
Norocul meu a fost ca partea cealalta de tema, unde trebuia sa aleaga o reclama cu tenta sexuala au facut-o la scoala, ca nu rezistam nervos sa ii explic de tampoane si alte celea.
Dupa lupte seculare de 30 de ani care au durat 3 saptamani am terminat de facut dosarul pentru cetatenie. Azi il pune Victor la posta, si apoi ne punem pe asteptat. Abia astept sa ne facem pasaport canadian, si apoi Cuba, here I come!!!!
Postez acum, ca am ramas fara idei, fara timp, plus ca trebuie sa si muncesc ceva
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Alerta!
CDC Alert
The Center for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically.
This virus is called Weekly Overload Recreational Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT!!!
This virus will wipe out your private life entirely. If you shouldcome into contact with WORK, you should immediately leave the premises.
Take two good friends to the nearest LCBO and purchase one or both ofthe antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and BothersomeEmployer Elimination Rebooter (BEER).
Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.You should immediately forward this medical alert to five friends. If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.
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The Center for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically.
This virus is called Weekly Overload Recreational Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT!!!
This virus will wipe out your private life entirely. If you shouldcome into contact with WORK, you should immediately leave the premises.
Take two good friends to the nearest LCBO and purchase one or both ofthe antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and BothersomeEmployer Elimination Rebooter (BEER).
Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.You should immediately forward this medical alert to five friends. If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
amintire
Andrei, 10 ani, (pe atunci) mare amator de miere (si acum) ramane singur acasa si da iama in borcanu de miere.
Nu numai ca a umplut burta (n-a avut nici pe naiba dupa aproape un kil de miere) ci a umplut toata bucataria, de la dulap, counter, podea, prosoape cum a incercat sa stearga, urme spre living si tot asa.
Luat la intrebari, a spus ca nu el e de vina (unic copil, cine altcineva?), si cum era in perioada Ghotst Whisper (whatever) a dat vina pe fantoma.
sosu fierbea de ciuda ca ne minte in fata, in schimb eu i-am pus mopu in mana si l-am pus la curatat. Dupa ce casa a fost acceptabila s-a dus la el in camera, si a iesit peste vreo ora atras de mirosul de bunatati in cuptor.
A venit f fericit, dar s-a desumflat cand i-am zis ca nu sunt pentru el:-dar pentru cine?-sunt momeala pentru fantoma, uite stau cu aghiazma langa mine, cum vine la cookies, cum il stropesc cu apa sfintita si o sa plece into the light
A stat copilul, s-a uitat la mine, s-a uitat la prajituri, iar la mine (eu serioasa) iar la prajituri, felul lui preferat, cu extraciocolata, si apoi a inceput scartiala:
-mami, iarta-ma ca numai fac, eu am manjit cu miere peste tot, da nu sunt eu de vina, ci voi, ca nu ati luat miere de aia cu ursulet, si din borcanu ala mare mare n-am putut sa iau fara sa o insir peste tot!
zi si tu, am prins fantoma?
Nu numai ca a umplut burta (n-a avut nici pe naiba dupa aproape un kil de miere) ci a umplut toata bucataria, de la dulap, counter, podea, prosoape cum a incercat sa stearga, urme spre living si tot asa.
Luat la intrebari, a spus ca nu el e de vina (unic copil, cine altcineva?), si cum era in perioada Ghotst Whisper (whatever) a dat vina pe fantoma.
sosu fierbea de ciuda ca ne minte in fata, in schimb eu i-am pus mopu in mana si l-am pus la curatat. Dupa ce casa a fost acceptabila s-a dus la el in camera, si a iesit peste vreo ora atras de mirosul de bunatati in cuptor.
A venit f fericit, dar s-a desumflat cand i-am zis ca nu sunt pentru el:-dar pentru cine?-sunt momeala pentru fantoma, uite stau cu aghiazma langa mine, cum vine la cookies, cum il stropesc cu apa sfintita si o sa plece into the light
A stat copilul, s-a uitat la mine, s-a uitat la prajituri, iar la mine (eu serioasa) iar la prajituri, felul lui preferat, cu extraciocolata, si apoi a inceput scartiala:
-mami, iarta-ma ca numai fac, eu am manjit cu miere peste tot, da nu sunt eu de vina, ci voi, ca nu ati luat miere de aia cu ursulet, si din borcanu ala mare mare n-am putut sa iau fara sa o insir peste tot!
zi si tu, am prins fantoma?
Friday, January 23, 2009
zapada, again
in spatele casei, vazut de la etaj (jumate din gradina noastra, jumate dina vecinului din stanga)
mormane de zapada
bbq
gradina cu urme misterioase
acu, ca am invatat sa uploadez imagini multiple in post, va arat zapada "fara numar" sau botomless (canadieneste- dupa o reclama de aici)
zapada
va era dor de zapada?
poza e facuta de curand din pragul casei, n-am facut nici un pas inainte pe porch, ci numai am intins aparatu si click
franturi
Nimic nou de pe frontul commutului...Aceleasi fetze somnoroase dimineata, aceleasi fetze plicitisite seara...
V-am povestit de tuta, pe care btw am vazut-o in pantaloni, de tutu, care se prefectioneaza in arta dansului gen batuta sau chisatul usturoiului cum zice mama de tata ca danseaza.
Nu v-am povestit de cei doi domni mai in varsta care sunt pasnici cand stau separat, dar care atunci cand din cauze de aglomeratie stau impreuna sunt de neoprit in vorbarie:
accident pe 401, soferul iese de pa autostrada si o ia pe ocolite, deci calatorie prelungita. Or cei doi, dupa ce au trecut prin subiecte ca "vacante", "neveste", "copii", "job, asta a fost primul de fapt" au inceput sa faca barfa la adresa celor cunoscuti in greyhound. (cum de altfel fac si eu acum). Cu o zi, doua inainte, cei de pe traseul Guelph-Toronto au avut o cursa de cosmar:
minus 20 de grade afara, caldura in autobuz nu mergea, (si simti fiecare grad in minus intr-o ora si jumate de calatorie), aerul in frane nu era suficient si soferul avea probleme in a opri la timp, suspensiile erau varza si se simtea orice groapa sau bulgare de zapada pe sosea, si...cireasa de pe tort: cu vreo 5 km inainte de terminal, pe Lakeshore, soferul a tras autobuzul pe dreapta si...s-a dus la toaleta!
Cei doi domni erau pe burta de ras, mai ales ca cel ce povestea o imita pe doamna pe care o auzise in autobuz, cu voce pitzigaiata si indignata...
De vreo cateva saptamani incoace tot observ o anumita madmoazela, si nu v-am povestit pana acum ca n-am stiut de unde sa apuc problema! O intrece pe tuta, olimpic: zapada de 10 cm, ce-i drept ca nu pe trotuar, dar totusi, frig, minus20 la ...umbra, si madmoazela e in pantofi cu toc cui. Si pardesiu subtire. Si vanata de frig, de zici ca sufera de toate bolile de inima din Grey's Anatomy (care e o carte, dupa care a fost numit serialul, ceva in gen de biblie a studentului la medicina). Nu dati cu pietre, ca daca eu nu am nici o inclinatie spre estetic si ma imbrac ca eskimosii, asta nu inseamna ca nu pe apreciez pe domnitzele ocazionale calatoare spre Toronto cu cizmulitze cu toc cui, hainutze elegante si tot outfitul ca de pe revista...Nu, nici de cum. Da madmoazela are altceva: are parul f gras si rar e spalata pe cap, dar o chinuie amorul unor coafuri complicate cu sarmalutze in varful capului, clame obisnuite la vedere. Pantofi cu toc, fusta subtire, dres cam smotocit. Pai va zic ca o urmaresc de o vreme si nu stiu cum si cum sa povestesc...
Da are un aer de importanta mama mama, ai zice ca lucreaza in sfere inalte, da ceva imi zice ca nu. Stiti de cine imi aduce aminte? De Julia Roberts in Erin B, filmul care i-a adus un Oscar. Atunci cand se imbraca "mai decent" ca sa infrunte autoritatile. Da n-are nimic din frumusetea actritei mai sus mentionata...
Scriind mi-am adus aminte de o stire care a facut furori acum cateva saptamani, n-are nici o legatura cu ce am scris mai devreme, dar mi-a pop in my mind si uite ca acum zic aici:
o familie extinsa de arabi, 9 parca la numar, toti in afara de unul cetateni americani, calatoreau inauntru Statelor Unite si, in timp ce se imbarcau in avion au inceput sa faca comentarii unde e mai safe sa stai in avion. Una din femeile din grup, dotata cu val si salvari isi da cu parerea ca pe coada avionului scapi in caz de bomba explodata, dar altcineva din grup, imbracat tot traditional o contrazice ca nu, pe mijloc ar avea mai multe sanse. Normal ca ceilalti calatori au alertat the plane marshall, au fost escortati afara din avion, avionul a plecat fara ei, au fost anchetati de FBI, compania aeriana respectiva le-a returnat banii pe bilete cu specificatia ca nu ii vrea la bord...Tot ei revoltati la maxim, presa implicata, cica majoritatea cu studii superioare, medici....
Probabil ca o perioada nu am sa mai scriu, chiar daca subiecte am o gramada, dar trec printr-o pasa proasta si cuvintele curg greu, parca fara nici un sarm...
cand am sa revin am sa va povestesc de clovnii din spital (ultima pereche erau mortali: el, durduliu rau de tot, cu o casca veche de aviator pe cap, cu un tricou cu Toronto Maple Leafs, fusta de balerina (toutou?), dresuri albe, adidasi de baschet. Ea era tare dulcica, un sfert din partener, cu nas rosu, palarie caraghioasa)
poate am sa va povestesc si de masina, cred ca era un Jeep, pe care am vazut-o inainte de Craciun pe Gardiner Express si care avea un nas mare mare rosu in fata pe grilaj si cornitze de ren pe laterale...
sunt atat de multe de povestit...si totusi
V-am povestit de tuta, pe care btw am vazut-o in pantaloni, de tutu, care se prefectioneaza in arta dansului gen batuta sau chisatul usturoiului cum zice mama de tata ca danseaza.
Nu v-am povestit de cei doi domni mai in varsta care sunt pasnici cand stau separat, dar care atunci cand din cauze de aglomeratie stau impreuna sunt de neoprit in vorbarie:
accident pe 401, soferul iese de pa autostrada si o ia pe ocolite, deci calatorie prelungita. Or cei doi, dupa ce au trecut prin subiecte ca "vacante", "neveste", "copii", "job, asta a fost primul de fapt" au inceput sa faca barfa la adresa celor cunoscuti in greyhound. (cum de altfel fac si eu acum). Cu o zi, doua inainte, cei de pe traseul Guelph-Toronto au avut o cursa de cosmar:
minus 20 de grade afara, caldura in autobuz nu mergea, (si simti fiecare grad in minus intr-o ora si jumate de calatorie), aerul in frane nu era suficient si soferul avea probleme in a opri la timp, suspensiile erau varza si se simtea orice groapa sau bulgare de zapada pe sosea, si...cireasa de pe tort: cu vreo 5 km inainte de terminal, pe Lakeshore, soferul a tras autobuzul pe dreapta si...s-a dus la toaleta!
Cei doi domni erau pe burta de ras, mai ales ca cel ce povestea o imita pe doamna pe care o auzise in autobuz, cu voce pitzigaiata si indignata...
De vreo cateva saptamani incoace tot observ o anumita madmoazela, si nu v-am povestit pana acum ca n-am stiut de unde sa apuc problema! O intrece pe tuta, olimpic: zapada de 10 cm, ce-i drept ca nu pe trotuar, dar totusi, frig, minus20 la ...umbra, si madmoazela e in pantofi cu toc cui. Si pardesiu subtire. Si vanata de frig, de zici ca sufera de toate bolile de inima din Grey's Anatomy (care e o carte, dupa care a fost numit serialul, ceva in gen de biblie a studentului la medicina). Nu dati cu pietre, ca daca eu nu am nici o inclinatie spre estetic si ma imbrac ca eskimosii, asta nu inseamna ca nu pe apreciez pe domnitzele ocazionale calatoare spre Toronto cu cizmulitze cu toc cui, hainutze elegante si tot outfitul ca de pe revista...Nu, nici de cum. Da madmoazela are altceva: are parul f gras si rar e spalata pe cap, dar o chinuie amorul unor coafuri complicate cu sarmalutze in varful capului, clame obisnuite la vedere. Pantofi cu toc, fusta subtire, dres cam smotocit. Pai va zic ca o urmaresc de o vreme si nu stiu cum si cum sa povestesc...
Da are un aer de importanta mama mama, ai zice ca lucreaza in sfere inalte, da ceva imi zice ca nu. Stiti de cine imi aduce aminte? De Julia Roberts in Erin B, filmul care i-a adus un Oscar. Atunci cand se imbraca "mai decent" ca sa infrunte autoritatile. Da n-are nimic din frumusetea actritei mai sus mentionata...
Scriind mi-am adus aminte de o stire care a facut furori acum cateva saptamani, n-are nici o legatura cu ce am scris mai devreme, dar mi-a pop in my mind si uite ca acum zic aici:
o familie extinsa de arabi, 9 parca la numar, toti in afara de unul cetateni americani, calatoreau inauntru Statelor Unite si, in timp ce se imbarcau in avion au inceput sa faca comentarii unde e mai safe sa stai in avion. Una din femeile din grup, dotata cu val si salvari isi da cu parerea ca pe coada avionului scapi in caz de bomba explodata, dar altcineva din grup, imbracat tot traditional o contrazice ca nu, pe mijloc ar avea mai multe sanse. Normal ca ceilalti calatori au alertat the plane marshall, au fost escortati afara din avion, avionul a plecat fara ei, au fost anchetati de FBI, compania aeriana respectiva le-a returnat banii pe bilete cu specificatia ca nu ii vrea la bord...Tot ei revoltati la maxim, presa implicata, cica majoritatea cu studii superioare, medici....
Probabil ca o perioada nu am sa mai scriu, chiar daca subiecte am o gramada, dar trec printr-o pasa proasta si cuvintele curg greu, parca fara nici un sarm...
cand am sa revin am sa va povestesc de clovnii din spital (ultima pereche erau mortali: el, durduliu rau de tot, cu o casca veche de aviator pe cap, cu un tricou cu Toronto Maple Leafs, fusta de balerina (toutou?), dresuri albe, adidasi de baschet. Ea era tare dulcica, un sfert din partener, cu nas rosu, palarie caraghioasa)
poate am sa va povestesc si de masina, cred ca era un Jeep, pe care am vazut-o inainte de Craciun pe Gardiner Express si care avea un nas mare mare rosu in fata pe grilaj si cornitze de ren pe laterale...
sunt atat de multe de povestit...si totusi
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