Back from a movie.
I learnt that almost all Americans live in huge houses with equally huge kitchens and lovely yards.
Whenever the main character (doctor... investigator.... usually a man) is awaken by a phone call in the middle of the night, his wife offers "to make coffee", or even breakfast. Well, If that was me, I'd stay in bed. He knows where the coffee is.
Journalists always get doughnuts in the middle of an editorial reunion. They usually have this box in the middle of the table and everyone picks a doughnut.!! Sounds good.
People seem to have this need to eat something noisy in a movie theater. This wasn't in the movie, but it gets on my nerves. All that "scrunch scrunch" Are people here to see a movie or to eat???

How's your handwriting??

I'm so used to typing I think I no longer know how to use a pen. Here's a sample of my handwriting, which is usually chaotic and hard to understand (in a few weeks I'll have no idea what it says)... I know people who still have neat handwriting, like they did in primary school. Mine seems to have evolved into... well, into this mess... So how's your handwriting? I'd like people who see this post to post some handwriting too... James, WM, Cairogal...

Best ad of the year?

Her first essay!!

Alicia likes to practice handwriting in capital letters. Yesterday she came to me and showed me this paper. I'd call it her first essay, it reads:
"I'm inviting Marina to my party because she is my friend. Kisses for everyone, I will not come back until saturday. I won't come back until the sun comes out again I can't go out at night and pick pretty flowers. Marina, good bye, good bye to all the kids in school"
Of course, it's in Catalan, without any comas or punctuation signs and no separation between words. But she's 4 years old!! I'm so proud (she'll be 5 in august)

New camera... same girls

I finally bought a decent digital camera, and took some nice pics of my girls...
Alicia:


Cristina...

We have the smartest drug dealer in Spain. You see, he distributed these leaflets to prospective customers, and a map so that the kids would find him easily. The police found him easily too... by the way, his Spanish is so bad I guess he never went to school... but he sure does know a lot about marketing...

Mr silence

Some days ago I went to my nephew's birthday party, along with my daughters. Alicia (the 4 year old) has this irrational fear of uncle JM (she has two other uncles and everything's fine), so I had to keep kind of close to her, and watch her play. It's not as bad as it used to be, but still she's never comfortable when he's around. Apparently, nothing has ever happened even though I went to a psychologist once and she said he probably scolded her once or did something that scared her (not that it had to be something awful)... I guess I'll never know. I find him so strange, though. During our regular saturday family lunch at my in-laws he never says a word. He acts like a ghost. You never know when he's there, because he doesn't even say hello. He arrives with his wife and children, sits down to eat, gets up, sits down on the couch with the newspaper and eventually leaves with his family. Not a word. Not a sound, nothing. He's changed a bit in the last year, though. At his son's birthday party he did say something. I took a picture of his daughter coming down the slide with my little one and showed it to him. He said "mm". Well, to be precise, he said "m". Or was it more like "m"? I guess that meant he liked it.

Look what he found in the Saharian desert!!

The story of this house began yesterday, when I got this text message from my husband. He was about to board the plane in Morocco, in a military airport. So he couldn't fulfill his promise to the girls that he would bring something from his trip. "No ponis, no dolls, no nothing, please buy something for them and save my skin!" (does that sentence work in English?) Well, since he didn't mention how much I was supposed to spend while "saving his skin", I bought this playmobil house.... er... I'm spoiling them. AND, I should be ashamed of accusing my father of buying gifts for my mom he wants for himself... I DO THE SAME THING! I admit I spent hours assembling the house, and loved it....