My childhood was a happy childhood, I was an outgoing child, loving and very loved by my parents, friends and brother. Our family, a very unique family, with my poor mother lived with 3 cavemen, ultra carnivores and disorders involving insane to have 3 agenda.
My mom worked at the German clinic with a horrible shifts, Saturdays, Sundays, holidays an awful maelstrom of work and hit many of the weekend were absorbed by the garlic, and I saddam. Of the drawbacks claritas we had, I remember to order the parts, clothes, sweep, we cut the grass, we painted the house and the roof (inside and out. There were days when garlic radicals wanted to make for example a terrace set with 10 sticks and a dozen boards who were hanging around there. With saddam ( at that time was "Elba" or "bro ".... I 'Elbow" or "ears") we stared with the face of "this stuck in your head!" stick .... but we used to face Craftsman available all morning .... Put in serruzo .... .... then soak sand then soak it sticks holding the craftsman pa guru accurately rank the ideas and tagibilizara your artwork .... after .. Put in sanding the nails again and the final painting .... results in a table posh luxury 2 seats if I remember lasted about 10 years .... until a cold winter (I think there was snow) we look back the cavemen went out to patio and saw the game in hand became a terrace in pa wood fireplace that was in the house ...... We all laughed and a face full of warm laughter we stash of hours beside the fireplace ...
All those things today .. I have served such cove married I have had to deal with domestic cove stick and I must admit that I achuncho at nothing ... more kitchen furniture to have commanded me to his chest and that certainly is the learning that comes straight from my old (saddam, is another story, you go up the neck collar of a bulb )..... I remember my grandfather re little, died when I was a kid .... So if I have in mind is that he was a worker must have worked as a slave to time, my grandfather, a simple man, a farmer with a basic education, is part of what makes me proud as a person .... . Be the result of rigor, for generations to come emerging, growing and enhancing the cultural heritage and family proud of me. The memories of my old "doing things" I have them living in my retina and I feel the duty to transmit to my children, children full of playstation, electric bikes, toys that do everything internerd willing to put every day more agile and a family fills them with "things" ... those things that are not in memories or in the mind of an adult who writes in his blog today ....
(reread THIS GUIDE and I got romantic cache jajaja ).... Pelas
my old cable memorable:
1) We had a max Daihatsu Cuore, the smallest car on the planet ... my dad tells us to look at all the idiots in the neighborhood ... we got the car more like 8 my dad .... we left the cinema ... I see Star Wars .. my friends happier than mono SMG .... in the end every asshole with your entry in hand and began to pass them on the skinny d ela flashlight (glue that no longer exists or porn theaters) ... account type ... 1 .. 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5 .. 6 .. 7 .. 8 ... to last me and my old ... the weakness of the flashlight says Mr. ... I spent 8 inputs and you would be 9 ... need a .... my old man looks at him and says ... "And you will Birdbrain or done .... and think I'm going to pay to watch a movie pa pa goats kids" .... the rate was plop .... I felt a little embarrassed .... but once inside the cinema shitting me with laughter at the situation and today I acurdo with joy creek
2) Every Sunday was sacred to go to play ball or do some sport .... once we start all Pendex and some parents up a hill ... that hill was the alvarado hill, where today passes the road linking it with the Trappists curro .... hill that was my kid ... hunted snakes, playing soldier and I went to the nature ... well ... we all ... more than 25 total including 5 or more parents .... walk more than 2 hours .... we go down the other side of the hill ... Trappists = zero house ... zero streets ... human zero ... only the home of the monks ... some cows and that is me .... depronto the middle of nowhere, a kind of stream and a pond from which nobody is worried about the PH of the water .... summarized the first enpelotas my old water, immediately afterwards .. cavemen, my friends and all ... Poto 25 pelao bathing spicy .... after water "coconeto" my neighbor and sponsor says "we are close to Barnstaple ... move on to the lion" ... I did not know it was .. but we got swift the 25 legionnaires ... find a street ... aparecian houses were mansions for me ... suddenly adrian (a friend who died), kicking a garbage bag and fly through the air around palitorques ... all assholes like an ax in the trash .. can not imagine all that was inside ... lenses, wigs, necklaces, toys ... 1000 gueas incredible .... the first ... cake ... my old wig and collar ... the lunatics while walking 25 with glasses, hats, wigs, suits ... creek walk, the famous lioness was a bowling alley in town, the Pendex bilz, coke and pap to burst .... chelas old your well deserved ... we had walked more than 3 hours in summer and cute fluff it back was endless .... the memory too ...
3) is a teacher like my old stamp albums And before the gifts to children and teachers of minute ride around with saddam and always went at something ... I remember once there was a neighbor of the passage that we won all the monkeys ... was dry .... garlic good cache mowing the lawn as we were shitting cute pair of turkeys as our opponent grabbed the monkeys stole the finger and foolish ... so that garlic shouted "Leeoooooo ..." (Read saddam is my brother) ... 2 were catching the wave and they told us ... "Go to my nightstand, pulls out a bag full of monkeys ... tell your friend who plays and when you put all the monkeys and do" cachipun "agarraí all the monkeys, you come running and you will enter" ... I urged him ... I was afraid .... saddam got the hook all the monkeys was amazing because tenimaos as 10 mpas that ...... so ... ...... Cachi ZAP!! Saddam monkeys grab it and hit CAEU as fireball ... smaller and more I ran pa gueon other hand ... the saddam gone out the window and entered -... my neighbor got to mourn, left behind I read that he was not ... my dad cut the grass and crying my neighbor says "dude .... the read out starting with the monkeys ...., garlic creooo tells you no and what happened! agarroa put them all and drove off. .. says the garlic shoots .... but dude ... call them and tell him to come ... garlic said ... no ... the Catigara and read is not going to go over to the street .... ... by starting out with the monkeys .... FIN
!!!). My mom, in these adventures broke his back working. My mother ... an example of a woman ... undoubtedly always been a point of comparison for all my partners ... understand the role of women in the house for us has always been different from what my friends have as an example of mother. My mom always gave us ALL .. ALL ... ALL .. gave us love, caressing me like a lioness, pretegia us with zeal, hated our girlfriends ... (And went over the account that the truth matters .... better not get ...) ... My mom taught me to fight life as a Gurkha .... My old to stop the pot more than once, he stopped a family with millions of problems and hardships I have so deep in my soul and heart that I can not remember where is the key. My old woman who once bought me a pair of sneakers for them I cried and Patali to have them and wear them and feel that I saw her slit with a pair of torn stockings and a vest with a ajujero .... That day changed my swith ... I felt like the cock ... I stopped asking and expensive clothing brands .. ganerme tried the lucas ... tennis player even worked .... I felt that my mom was able to pull out the bread from the mouth of your child consentri asshole ..... I felt that my mother loved me as much as to read .... I felt that it was infinite and that would give up his life for me .... I felt her Rorro was the most important thing was .... and I felt my mother was the best in the world, irreplaceable, immortal .... eternal ... and all mine ...
My mom worked at the German clinic with a horrible shifts, Saturdays, Sundays, holidays an awful maelstrom of work and hit many of the weekend were absorbed by the garlic, and I saddam. Of the drawbacks claritas we had, I remember to order the parts, clothes, sweep, we cut the grass, we painted the house and the roof (inside and out. There were days when garlic radicals wanted to make for example a terrace set with 10 sticks and a dozen boards who were hanging around there. With saddam ( at that time was "Elba" or "bro ".... I 'Elbow" or "ears") we stared with the face of "this stuck in your head!" stick .... but we used to face Craftsman available all morning .... Put in serruzo .... .... then soak sand then soak it sticks holding the craftsman pa guru accurately rank the ideas and tagibilizara your artwork .... after .. Put in sanding the nails again and the final painting .... results in a table posh luxury 2 seats if I remember lasted about 10 years .... until a cold winter (I think there was snow) we look back the cavemen went out to patio and saw the game in hand became a terrace in pa wood fireplace that was in the house ...... We all laughed and a face full of warm laughter we stash of hours beside the fireplace ...
All those things today .. I have served such cove married I have had to deal with domestic cove stick and I must admit that I achuncho at nothing ... more kitchen furniture to have commanded me to his chest and that certainly is the learning that comes straight from my old (saddam, is another story, you go up the neck collar of a bulb )..... I remember my grandfather re little, died when I was a kid .... So if I have in mind is that he was a worker must have worked as a slave to time, my grandfather, a simple man, a farmer with a basic education, is part of what makes me proud as a person .... . Be the result of rigor, for generations to come emerging, growing and enhancing the cultural heritage and family proud of me. The memories of my old "doing things" I have them living in my retina and I feel the duty to transmit to my children, children full of playstation, electric bikes, toys that do everything internerd willing to put every day more agile and a family fills them with "things" ... those things that are not in memories or in the mind of an adult who writes in his blog today ....
(reread THIS GUIDE and I got romantic cache jajaja ).... Pelas
my old cable memorable:
1) We had a max Daihatsu Cuore, the smallest car on the planet ... my dad tells us to look at all the idiots in the neighborhood ... we got the car more like 8 my dad .... we left the cinema ... I see Star Wars .. my friends happier than mono SMG .... in the end every asshole with your entry in hand and began to pass them on the skinny d ela flashlight (glue that no longer exists or porn theaters) ... account type ... 1 .. 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5 .. 6 .. 7 .. 8 ... to last me and my old ... the weakness of the flashlight says Mr. ... I spent 8 inputs and you would be 9 ... need a .... my old man looks at him and says ... "And you will Birdbrain or done .... and think I'm going to pay to watch a movie pa pa goats kids" .... the rate was plop .... I felt a little embarrassed .... but once inside the cinema shitting me with laughter at the situation and today I acurdo with joy creek
2) Every Sunday was sacred to go to play ball or do some sport .... once we start all Pendex and some parents up a hill ... that hill was the alvarado hill, where today passes the road linking it with the Trappists curro .... hill that was my kid ... hunted snakes, playing soldier and I went to the nature ... well ... we all ... more than 25 total including 5 or more parents .... walk more than 2 hours .... we go down the other side of the hill ... Trappists = zero house ... zero streets ... human zero ... only the home of the monks ... some cows and that is me .... depronto the middle of nowhere, a kind of stream and a pond from which nobody is worried about the PH of the water .... summarized the first enpelotas my old water, immediately afterwards .. cavemen, my friends and all ... Poto 25 pelao bathing spicy .... after water "coconeto" my neighbor and sponsor says "we are close to Barnstaple ... move on to the lion" ... I did not know it was .. but we got swift the 25 legionnaires ... find a street ... aparecian houses were mansions for me ... suddenly adrian (a friend who died), kicking a garbage bag and fly through the air around palitorques ... all assholes like an ax in the trash .. can not imagine all that was inside ... lenses, wigs, necklaces, toys ... 1000 gueas incredible .... the first ... cake ... my old wig and collar ... the lunatics while walking 25 with glasses, hats, wigs, suits ... creek walk, the famous lioness was a bowling alley in town, the Pendex bilz, coke and pap to burst .... chelas old your well deserved ... we had walked more than 3 hours in summer and cute fluff it back was endless .... the memory too ...
3) is a teacher like my old stamp albums And before the gifts to children and teachers of minute ride around with saddam and always went at something ... I remember once there was a neighbor of the passage that we won all the monkeys ... was dry .... garlic good cache mowing the lawn as we were shitting cute pair of turkeys as our opponent grabbed the monkeys stole the finger and foolish ... so that garlic shouted "Leeoooooo ..." (Read saddam is my brother) ... 2 were catching the wave and they told us ... "Go to my nightstand, pulls out a bag full of monkeys ... tell your friend who plays and when you put all the monkeys and do" cachipun "agarraí all the monkeys, you come running and you will enter" ... I urged him ... I was afraid .... saddam got the hook all the monkeys was amazing because tenimaos as 10 mpas that ...... so ... ...... Cachi ZAP!! Saddam monkeys grab it and hit CAEU as fireball ... smaller and more I ran pa gueon other hand ... the saddam gone out the window and entered -... my neighbor got to mourn, left behind I read that he was not ... my dad cut the grass and crying my neighbor says "dude .... the read out starting with the monkeys ...., garlic creooo tells you no and what happened! agarroa put them all and drove off. .. says the garlic shoots .... but dude ... call them and tell him to come ... garlic said ... no ... the Catigara and read is not going to go over to the street .... ... by starting out with the monkeys .... FIN
!!!). My mom, in these adventures broke his back working. My mother ... an example of a woman ... undoubtedly always been a point of comparison for all my partners ... understand the role of women in the house for us has always been different from what my friends have as an example of mother. My mom always gave us ALL .. ALL ... ALL .. gave us love, caressing me like a lioness, pretegia us with zeal, hated our girlfriends ... (And went over the account that the truth matters .... better not get ...) ... My mom taught me to fight life as a Gurkha .... My old to stop the pot more than once, he stopped a family with millions of problems and hardships I have so deep in my soul and heart that I can not remember where is the key. My old woman who once bought me a pair of sneakers for them I cried and Patali to have them and wear them and feel that I saw her slit with a pair of torn stockings and a vest with a ajujero .... That day changed my swith ... I felt like the cock ... I stopped asking and expensive clothing brands .. ganerme tried the lucas ... tennis player even worked .... I felt that my mom was able to pull out the bread from the mouth of your child consentri asshole ..... I felt that my mother loved me as much as to read .... I felt that it was infinite and that would give up his life for me .... I felt her Rorro was the most important thing was .... and I felt my mother was the best in the world, irreplaceable, immortal .... eternal ... and all mine ...
I share photos of key moments ... For example these are photos of works of art that my mom does ... 
Here is my dad with his grandchildren ... a picture that was born as a classic insurance and live on in our homes for a long time ...
