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Song of Cancun IV

On how I plunged into the waters of the Caribbean Sea.

In our previous chapter, our hero is me. He was about to plunge into the depths of the Caribbean Sea. I've been a victim of blame for letting the audience in suspense, so there going the second half and already please Pick me up the punishment. We

divers, are fearless and practical beings. We pee directly into the sea and clean our viewer with saliva, or that's what I learned in our first voyage to the coordinates 33 ° N 25 ° south. Of course I'm kidding, I have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe location they were, only that it was out to sea, where only the bravest arrive.
We were all divers with our spandex dresses, perfectly tailored to our bodies and perhaps some will ask how I got into that suit? With hard work "answer. Suddenly I began to feel the need to get the oxygen tank. Are ever put such an outfit? I must say that my humanity oppressed and the air began to dwindle. No matter, "he said. The country comes first.
truth is that within the group of seven divers, we had only two Aztecs. It should be remembered that the rest of the team consisted of three Americans who brought an awful raw, one Russian, one French, Jaime "Diver" and the napkin. The latter two were the only Mexican in this diverse group. Actually I was not going to make me mourn that were choking the Gumaro, just because you bring her. Where would I leave the name of Mexico? Moreover, as we dive into this magnificent sea \u200b\u200bof \u200b\u200bour country, because until I was the host.

We started recording our videographer, while the rest of the divers were equipped with the rest of our team, consisting of essential oxygen tank, mask, manometer, supplemental oxygen nozzle, fins and weights. For all that is important to mention, the incredible challenge of maneuvering a boat in motion, to put all this motley. Imagine the reader will have five Masiosare pray and pray pa'lla going going over here, while their oxygen tanks clash with his humanity, adequately covered in spandex and walking like a cat in the uncomfortable spined fins. When
and were ready and the captain was arrested on "Sorcerer" from the meeting point for our riesgosísima immersion, threw the rope into the water and one by one we were jumping from the edge of the boat. I was the next to last, because I wanted to make sure that everyone was down. The latter was the Russian who by then had all my confidence. I swear to everyone here, I tried to give a decent jump. Not very cortito to not dip into the "Sorcerer", and so long as to end up in Cuba. But all that team that was disguised as the truth is that only let me give a tiny little step that I was about to spread on the stern.

Once in the water, the team was no longer a problem and gradually began to immerse myself in the dreaded depths, taking care of all the points that Jaime "El Buzo" I was in taught hours earlier. I dipped a little, depressurized checked my ears and my visor . I dipped a little, depressurized my ears back and checked my visor. A few minutes later we were all in the bottom of the sea and ten meters deep and our guide gave us the signal to release the rope and follow it.

At first I must say I struggled to stay in the background. Against everything that I thought, the most complicated this sport is to remain in the background. I began to despair a bit because nothing else saw my way down and I went up there again. I had to ingeniármelas to my ears down and demanded his part. One of them even thought tronaría until I got in a clever maneuver depressurized and air out there so that some fishes were frightened and went swimming. From that everything was hunky-dory and I must report that I remained on the pace with our guide, while the rest of my teammates were fighting their buoyancy and out every so often to drink water like dolphins.
I do not. I belong to the water and not leave until the finalization of the damned tank. Since then our experienced videographer realized I had far superior skills and did not stop with your camera waterproof. I think she was in love with me.

is very difficult to relate all the things I saw and everything I experienced. The first thing that came to mind was 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne. I remembered during my trip to Captain Nemo and the entire crew of the Nautilus. " While swimming peacefully with my hands and touched the sandy bottom, home to small fish and other animals, so calm and so alien to our existence, they envy the fact that they do not care about paying a mortgage, utilities or go to a meeting.
There we saw huge banks of yellow fish, sea stars we saw incredible colors. We walk among coral reefs, which do nothing but marvel at all its forms and all its colors. They are so perfect and so precise, that seem to be better accommodated by the landscape, there is no fault or inaccuracy in them. We walked among a small grove of small plants that were shaped like wine glasses. I crawled under a rock to greet a family of grasshoppers, father, mother and son and I was captivated by what they transmit these animals alone with his movements and his eyes. I think I'll never eat lobster, to the sadness of my friends from "The Red Lobster."
A few meters of a sudden I got a stingray that without knowing the official measures of this horrific animal, giant seemed to me. Perhaps many people had been scared, but not me. My extensive maritime experience told me that if I paid attention not do anything.
We also saw some worms that live in a coral made called "Christmas Tree." These in particular fascinated me.
We also witnessed a turtle grazing on the sea floor and doing all the way out for air.

I would have put them all on this journey into the depths, where the last half hour I must say that I stood out as the best diver quota and therefore I must inform you that the national arms are covered with glory.
That ended our trip and so we went back to the surface. Inflate our vests to stay afloat and just when I was considering to stay and live there in the middle of nowhere, we reached the rickety "Wizard" to leave us almost on the beach in Cancun, where we had to swim to shore with everything and our team. So I went back to the joy of having known a different world, but also with the sadness of having to miss it until you experience it in the waters of the beautiful Caribbean Sea, where I, and I dived.

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III Song of Cancun Cancun

on how your servant, is actually a merman who dwells among you mortals.

When I was a baby, say my mother sang the song made famous by Rigo Tovar. The legendary piece: "The Little Mermaid."
This clever and deep lyrics (?), Talking about a guy who while diving in the bottom of the ocean, is found (and fell in love) a beautiful mermaid. Asked for her hand, I imagine that the pope of the siren must have been a dead fish, and they married on the beaches of Caleta. Can not imagine anyone contracting marriage in a more horrible, but remember we talked about Rigo Tovar and therefore undisputed king of all nacos. God rest his glory.
The reason that the author of my days, decided that this was the appropriate song for this writer as a baby, I always had been totally unknown. However, I must clarify that actually, I'm a mermaid.

My mother never learned to swim and therefore decided that I happen to infants two, Olympic swimmer immediately. A year and a half of life was when I went to my first swimming lesson and since then, I love swimming and water deeply, the sea and all that emanates from them. I've always thought of myself as a being, forged in the depths and born of a sea shell, but not with the same grace of Botticelli's Venus. Always I wondered why the said Venus, do not bring sand to the legs, ears and water is not rolling over a wave. I guess that is one of the advantages of being a god.
When now our temporary stay in Cancún, I had the opportunity to dive for the first time, I thought it was an experience not to be missed. So after a "free lesson" in the pool of our prison of five stars, I decided it was time to return to the depths of that years ago, no doubt left that world and explore like no other, that the sea hides for the few adventurous we decided to descend and for the few viewers of the Discovery Channel.

My partner, aka Penelope, began acting as if I were embarking Ulysses to Ithaca from that told him my decision. He was immediately brushed away the milk and you inChina further if its already curly hair.
However, I must admit that I supported and respected the decision of going to sea, with another group of Americans quite crude and a Russian. It is always important in these dangerous missions bring a Russian, remember well that my dear students, are highly disciplined people, technologically advanced and benefit the company. Furthermore, most of the time bring vodka.
For my other colleagues, I must say the rest the road will be a drag for us seasoned sailors and divers. Because as I mentioned, the day before had put up the flip flops and secure it to the dive, just are not going to give.

Leading the expedition was the patient Jaime "The Diver" and our joyful and passionate videographer. Both infants also at the bottom of the sea and sunburned in Cancun. The Mexican. She French. We
kind of rigor that would allow us to immerse ourselves in the realm of Poseidon. We put the spandex costumes with which we seemed to "X Men", furnished us, certainly we pay, because nothing in life is free and we were ready. Which was not ready was the ship and the captain, which I had fallen asleep out there on a reef. Finally awoke the captain, but it turned out we had to go there and if you have to go to a boat that is at sea, it is best to do it with style. So we address several jet skis and went thither.

I really had to take me to the videographer and that started our romance, to the disapproving look of my rueful Penelope. We reached our boat, called "Sorcerer" and I must clarify that although the name is suggestive and mystical hear, there is none. It's a pretty piligüija dinghy, which serves only to carry and bring divers. When we come to it, began the arduous preparation for a successful dive, but that then the story.

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II Song of Song of Cancun


On how the hotels all-inclusive, you make it seem like you're on vacation.

When we arrived at what would be our home the next six days with five nights, we received another Masiosare to drive us the second sermon of the day, called: Letter to the pilgrims, the book of verse IV Hotel.
I felt like when prisoners come to prison or concentration camp hell.
The Masiosare recites: This hotel is necessary to use this bracelet. Neither corn! ... And told the Jews and see how they were! Well if you do not put it, is not entitled to the wonders of our hotel. Like what? Meals. Food is a right not denied to anyone, least we eat as well as myself. Well if it goes down, not eating and not drinking. I put it then, "We must recognize that the guy was persuasive. What if I walk in Jetski? That costs. Would not that was all inclusive? Yes but not that. Then they should be called All-Inclusive Hotels, less Jetskis. And give me my room. "I ask angrily. Right now we have not. What do you do not have rooms? Is that delivered at one o'clock. Lack quarter. In its fourth quarter will. Oh fuck I please! I'll see what I can do to give something. Please be overlooking the sea and smoking. We do not have. With sea view or smoking? Of the two. What do you not have? In this whole non-smoking hotel and rooms with sea view, I have to revise some things, move some influence, pull some levers, send a mail and we'll see. He left and returned. With the news that if we are overlooking the sea. Go! But not even think about smoking there. I will not. Or on the balcony. What do you mean on the balcony? It might disturb neighbors. If you bothered to call and let me know. Okay.

finally gave us our room and several hours later brought us the room, same as we had not been made up, because they would snap. A footnote on page, hotels all-inclusive, do not include speed.
I think the general and the pen, and we are so famous in the world (and Cancun), which all aim to meet. I also suppose that probably do not like us very well, why we have been victims of the vilest obscenities. Since the shower does not work well, the table where I write is a flamenco dancer and we do not even have put a blanket on our bed. After several groans and bellows, arranged everything came and went.

The stupid system of this hotel has not understood that I come on holiday. If you want to go to dinner at one of his restaurants, you must book. If you'd like to use the sauna and jacuzzi, you must book. If you want to go to a show, you also have to book.
Dear reader, let me explain my anger. Book means planning. Planning holidays is fine I think, when you go to Europe or the Arctic Circle, but if one comes to the beach will not do that. In my usual routine I'm always planning. The house payments, this or that project, dinner with family and friends together, dating and a long, long list. When I come to a place like Cancun thing we want is for me are running around, planning and taking appointments and commitments. The price is that you stay as oyster without going to dinner at a nice place or doing something relaxing, which, as we have to plan and be on time, you lose it relaxing. Another thing

hotels all-inclusive, is that even remotely include service. All you have to do the same. You go and you serve to eat and if you want something to drink and go for it. If you need a fork you ask the waiter and says there are young, stop please, do not you see I'm working? If you need a towel for her and not put you to wash your plate and be that much. However

and here we are and we're fine. Cancun is beautiful and the sea that bathes none. The gentle sound of waves and the tropical breeze, make me feel alive and remember things that did not even know he knew.
and the General and his flesh napkin quietly sunning on the beach. Or at least I do, her mother tool that comes with full bathing suit because she says she is fat and the other marine whales bask there, they worth a damn and use bikini. Some only monokini. Women Talking Dirty.

For now I'm going to sun, but in the next installment, I'll talk about as the overnight, I became an experienced diver, plus the incomparable experience of sinking deep and watch the hidden wonders of the Mexican Caribbean, where I faced a terrible sea creatures.

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About as General and his boatman, arrived in Cancun on holiday.

dear reader here you'll find out on our long-awaited trip to the Yucatan Peninsula and more specifically to this tourist city known worldwide as Cancun.

We got up at the inopportune time of the five forty-five o'clock. My hubby, like good Mexican woman, the first thing I did was put clean the house. Women ... What you get to clean this time? - La confronted. Because the house is going to be alone for several days and I will not accumulate dust. Furthermore, as is your sister doing maid for Joey, I want at least be presentable. Swim is what you should do instead of cleaning the house .- I said. As usually happens, ignored. Quickly finished and bathed her, I bathe me and we were ready in about seven in the morning to go to the southeast of Mexico. We did not have
irresponsibility and valemadrismo, Contaxi company, who this time did not live up to its name and instead let "Sintaxi." Hopefully forever burn in the flames of hell! So
so quiet, never arrived. O treacherous villains! Damn false futile! (If anyone knows what does this mean then tell me). I ran and ran, across the doorway of our beloved home. After I crossed the street and then my park, until I reached the avenue that no longer crossed. I stopped the first taxi that happened and galloped back to the house for my damsel in distress and suitcases. Once together in the taxi, I sat down beside me to a charioteer and ordered the old man loudly: Al Mariano Escobedo International Airport, at full speed! Thus began a heated
corretinga through the streets of our city. The Lord of the cab, under the promise of a generous tip, he took very seriously the task of putting it into the airport in just fifteen minutes. Everything was going great until we stopped for a federal police.
He got the taxi and got off me. The policeman waved at him and I said: Get Involved to Cart please be right now. I was going to explain to the gentleman who was all my fault, when I pointed a finger and reiterated: That goal by car! I noticed that his companion was heavily armed and obeyed. Nor is it a matter of putting up with Samson beating kicking. While my wife tormented defender disadvantaged reproached me that this was all my fault and that if the poor guy was fined I would have to pay. It was not that and let us go, of course had to give the driver, good propinota in disgust.

finally flew gladly on the Gulf of Mexico in our plane (or rather Magnicharter), two hours later we gently deposit the Cancun International Airport. When we arrived and still being in the plane, the efficient staff of Magnicharter told us: When we go down, go straight for his suitcase, hence we tell them where their transport and go. NO ... I repeat ... NOT going to stop with people from the airport information service. We were talking and the baba heard this in passing. When I got off and walked to the side information module, it takes a girl's arm, Come over here please, which way? Over here. A thank you very much. Leads us to another powerful smile: Hi! Hi I answer. The first lady (ie my wife) still. Where do they come? De Monterrey. Ah ... I'm from Monterrey. See you than coincidence, "I say. Y pa 'then too late, get out a little map and it begins to put all his tirade in which we offered all the benefits of Cancun to crazy prices.
That and I turned around to see, we gave thanks and sincere smile to a girl then we slided mutual recriminations.
What you used to have traveled the world if we come to fall into the clutches of the first Masiosare to encounter in Cancun? Surplus is to say, we were the only ones who fell and the rest of the field Monterrey, if heeded the instructions and they were very perky waiting for your luggage in the band.

We climbed to a truck as we were leaving school at our respective hotels. That started all the instructions.
During the half hour drive from the airport to the hotel, another Masiosare, but the microphone, gave us a litany of what we do and how we have to do. Transportation, hotel, attractions, reservations, no chew with your mouth full, flip-flops to get out of the pool, take care at sea and other things equally unimportant.

The only attractions that caught my attention was that of a pirate ship to kidnap your wife. I raised my hand quickly to see where you had to sign up, with the inquisitive gaze of Brigadier General who threw me the same range. Oh disappointment! It turned out that this is just an assembly and in fact you had to do all the stunt with the pirates and go to her rescue, so you can return it in about an hour. So joke!
I asked what was the price so you do not return it and stay to live with Barbaneja, but do not want to give me.

This story will continue and if you accompany me, I tell you all the evils (not to say merits) of the hotels all-inclusive.

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Foreword I Stroll Holiday

A man stands in front of a supermarket shelf. What we try the very handsome gentleman, is to buy a sunscreen and a sunblock. Difficult task these days, in which the gap consumerism, we offer many options on the same product. What happened to those years when there was only ten Coppertone and coconut oil for sale on the beach, which was like a roasted chicken after half an hour in the sun? - Think your friend.
The aforementioned gentleman is stunned at the idea that there is almost no bronzing and have now been completely replaced by sunscreens. No sense in going to the beach if you do not burn a bit - think again him. Our friend, famous for the beautiful color "Tostao" grasping each time you visit the beach, refuses the idea that sunscreens are extinct.
to bottom shelf, far removed from their cousins \u200b\u200band uncomfortable, there are three tiny bottles of "Hawaiian Tropic" that if you are looking for the man.
The take and read the specifications carefully. One of them is defective and drains some of its contents into the palm of your hand. Immediately, the strong and pleasant aroma of coconut, brings very comforting memories of his passage on the beach. Its passage through all beaches whose sand is filled feet. Even if you decide to leave that bottle for peace, because it is defective, has another like it in your grocery cart.
blockers to no problem, since the world has now decided to move out of roasted golden bronzers give you, to keep the pale color of the office, which is uglier than an armpit of a lizard, they give you blockers . It has no problem finding one to take.

This troubled Knight is the pen (or the laptop would be more appropriate to say) and so begins our journey to the Yucatan peninsula, where the general and your dear Captain, we will spend six days on the beaches of Cancun.

But before boarding the adventure of the unknown and explore the exotic and mystical waters of the Caribbean, is a more difficult task to fulfill: to buy a conditioner to my spouse. Volume

the phone and frame. There are about seven different that you did I? Of it. "From whatever? I'm not comfortable with that decision, I am sure that you buy will be the wrong person. Bring me the mark "X" (nor is it to advertise free shampoos in this virgin blog). Okay, this is set to Smooth, Sensual Rizo, Dividing evenly, Brightness spectacular and mysterious opaque. For oily hair, for dry, rebellious hair for hair thinning hair and painted. Blonde painted, painted dark, red painted, painted and mottled harrier. There is also to revive the frizz (of course I do not know who the hell is the frizz) and kill the fritz too. Find one for defined curls. It is the only one not there. Bring me anything and I'm going because I'm bathing. It takes me! ... Reported
the one I purchased was the total satisfaction of my wife and all good.

already packed swimsuits. My partner refuses to use bikini (female), I say that it looks great but she ignores me. We have been extinct flip-flops and suntan lotion. We already have our plane tickets and necessary for the hotel. The camera and the battery is full and Joey have nana, which is neither more nor less than my dear sister "The Colonel." I'm ready for a relaxing vacation, where I will not do anything that is not, get on the pool, swim in the sea, drink some good mojitos, read a lot, write a lot, turn off the phone, shut down the television, eating well, becoming to get to the pool (two hours at least), sunbathe, buy some goody, visit a Mayan archaeological zone of these that abound there, maybe a tour and start again.
Can I accompany them? I can not take everyone, but I promise to take you through my thoughts embodied in the words for this blog pissed.
We are going to have fun, grab your towel and sunscreen and come with me overall and this beautiful journey full of brooding and self-contemplation.
It took us.

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TREASURE ISLAND

weeds with machetes cut short, we moved slowly toward the interior of the island. At last we were on the right track. One last effort and find the legendary treasure of Captain Morgan.

Gucio "Here," said my companion, and drove the knife into the ground under a large baobab branches. It was the place that once, in a coded map, drew a cross in the master's own hand. We threw the machetes
and grabbed the blade. We soon discovered a human skeleton. "It all fits
Gucio said. Under the skeleton must have a chest. There was
. Take it out of the hole and put him under the baobab. The sun reached its zenith, the monkeys excited, jumping from one branch to another, the skeleton showed his smiling teeth. Breathing heavily, we sat down over the chest. "Fifteen years
Gucio said.
was the time that had elapsed since we began to look for treasure.
Extinguish cigarettes and grabbed a bar of iron. The monkeys screamed more and more like parrots. Finally, the cover gave way.
In the bottom of the chest lay a sheet of paper, and in it: "Kiss me ass. Morgan. "
" The goal is never important Gucio said. What counts is effort to pursue it is not the fact achieve. Killed
Gucio and went home. I like the morals, but without going over. Sławomir

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I fly back to my house, after two long days at my other house that is always hospitable city of Celaya.
I do not think I ever told you, dear reader, but know that I lived in this city of the state of Guanajuato. Why Why? That has no importance. Serve
say I know this city like the back of my hand and when I get there, although it is well away from the hand of God, I feel that I get to my second home.
Perhaps some of these very worthy celayense I can read, think refrescármela several times by what I say about your city, however, is that deep within your heart, you know that I have reason.
Celaya has been a city famous for its history, battles and heroes who went out there. As has been concluded that sometimes seems to have decided to keep it under the same conditions.
But that's not important, as large companies might say: The most important is people. I can not boast that my time in this city, I had the privilege of reaping great friends and let them reap me me too.
Therefore, it is always a pleasure for me to get to the "Puerta del Bajio."
But never getting up at four o'clock!

four in the morning is an hour so tedious and annoying, which should invalidate all the clocks. It occurs to me directly from three to five in the morning, was declared a time of darkness, which by its doom, should not even be appointed.
Well, this unfortunate time, this beloved bohemian stopped for reasons that only I can attribute them to the dark arts, I could enter my body well formed and worked into the shower. Even the warm water that fell into this very cool October morning, I was glad enough to get used to the idea of \u200b\u200bleaving on my trip.
To all this must be added the martyrdom of doing this on Monday morning. It is not God!
As well as a zombie himself envied even by the George E. Romero, boarded the taxi and arrived at the beautiful and new package from the International Airport terminal B of the City of Monterrey. Look how pretty terminal! I really do not have anything to ask any other in the world. So I went upstairs, I spent a very beautiful rooms, full of people more beautiful still, waiting with his plane tlacoyos face. Then I noticed that my room was farther and farther. He finished the hallway and down the stairs to a room power are not as pretty, less pretty crowded as above, where I guess flights depart to destinations not so nice, as is the already mentioned case of Celaya.
That if ... people about six in the morning too tlacoyos your face like the above.

After we made a horrible place that reminded me of Auschwitz, we climbed into the tiny plane Aeromexico Connect, in which an average Aztec is very comfortable, but I with my nordic feet tall, I have to tilt your head to give me a Mulaz not the ceiling. The seats are a martyr for my Chinese was so empotradito in them, I swear I do not need a seat belt. Not even the most violent of the plane crashes, would be able to get me out of there.

With these setbacks and much ... much sleep, I undertook to the airport in Queretaro. The only thing I drew from my deep meditation with closed eyes, was the landing gear hit the concrete runway. My Stuff

Celaya work out very well. Dinner at the farmhouse I did better. The next day we took the most beautiful town in Mexico that is none other than San Miguel de Allende. Or in times of Allende ... San Miguel el Grande. There were.

A San Miguel de Allende is coming from Celaya, along a road that for those things of fate, is being remodeled. I thought the trip was going to be horrible, but it was awful. I do not think when the priest Hidalgo transited the area with all their hordes of insurgents, as bad as they passed us at that stage. Even the extraordinary dinner, nor the unique company able to banish from my mind back to Celaya for this unspeakable brink of death.

next day took us to the Bicentennial exhibition is very close to Guanajuato. In Silao to be exact. They tell me that this exhibition was opened by the much talked about issue of the centennial and the bicentennial. The truth is that both the curating, like what they have on display is very interesting. What is offensive are idiots who have put there to give tours to people.
will have to be very frank on the following: We have enough Mexicans to not knowing the great and rich history of our country, as for these jackasses come to make matters worse with their useless developed explanations on the events leading to formation of this country.
Thanks to the explanation of these Badulaques, now I think the cry for independence, gave in fact a baby mammoth that kept there.

already located on my plane, I turn next to a woman my age pretty. I say good afternoon educated as I am, I look up and down and turns. Do not blame her. So pretty sure it is, everybody throws in aircraft. What Silao known diva, is that I do I was throwing. Only because I am polite and greeted guapachoso. Saco

my computer to start writing this noble contribution to the literature of New Spain, and within minutes, the girl begins to snore as a trailer uphill. In this I must admit that if my type. Minutes later the woman is almost leaning against this writer and filling of the sleeve baba shirt. Things
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I can not be silent. The world needs to know I have gone along with the determined cross-General of being able to get pregnant.
As I commented in the past, dear reader, my beloved spouse and your dear and faithful servant, have revived the random cross-fertility. It is noteworthy that in this whole journey of hormones and hair, is a part that has been out of focus once you get the terrible news.
As far has not been the case, I must tell you dear reader, the arduous process of artificial insemination. So how would my grandfather Pancho Pistolas: Va tale! It all starts

General to begin to monitor to see how they have developed their follicles. Let me instruct you dear reader, that this word does not necessarily correspond to what we have in the scalp (or that's what I thought), is also where follicles develop women's eggs or something.
The fact is that the Doctor of the General whom we call The Gladiola, thoroughly studies the development of these follicles. Check your size shape and other things that really do not understand and I think you'll do neither. At one point she bet (and on the racecourse) on one of the developing follicles and my hubby prescribes different types of hormones to grow this or clean that.
This last time and no water goes, I ordered Gladiola next day should take my sample of semen (not her, I alone should be clarified), to insert in The General "ipso facto." It turns out that the multinombrados follicles have the same erratic temperament and his owner decided to break earlier than expected.
The feeling I had at that time, was what I imagine was Ernesto Zedillo when they killed Luis Donaldo Colosio poor and so no water goes, he said, "What do you think Doc? Going to be president.

Although I did what was in my power to dissuade the floral gallery, I could not and as you know I'm not daunted by the surprises, I acted like males merititos ... and there I was.

What we've seen on television programs or movies about this time that men have to do something, to take lie ... well we like, but not in a very controlled environment, not is that it's worse.
The den that touched me, is very similar to the quarters where the CIA torture to the most feared spy. There had to go to collect the sample ... my sample, to take my "kids" to a sperm capacitation.
They do not need such training, and are sperm! In a few years may be espermatosaurios, but now is the equivalent of someone taking a course on human being. Take it!

What my brave warriors need is a ovulística training. Train them in the noble art of seducing the hostile egg. Ownership rules, the Manual de Carreño, saying good morning, good afternoon, good evening. May I go and fertilize?, Take serenade, teach some of those songs that melt at the women as "Gem" and "The Gift", so then if ... to form the zygote precious communion to engender life. Would not it be better to change the curriculum of sperm Miss?
No sir. Sperm capacitation is to select the best of its kind. So is something like an "American Next Top Model" but with sperm? Well
something. Look, for example you gave us 28 million cells. They are many. Yes, but of those only 20% are normal. For five million are still many. Yes, but we selected the most rapid and vigorous. So it is rather like the Beijing Olympics. Well, yes. These sperm Olympic, topped, hair, we put them three Red Bull and are the insert to his wife. What technology!
I must say I am very proud of the number. Before I had surgery (told them about that later), the count was only three hundred. I imagine these Spartans fighting the battle of Thermopylae in value more than enough, but much less in number and without a lion to lead them.

Since my warriors are well trained, I give my specimen with which I have to run and down three floors, walk to another building, one floor down, to walk into the Gladiola and hand the baton relay as , to allow it insemination in the General, who is already on a stretcher with regulatory measures to this end and hope that these millions of sperm freshly scented, run as fast as I, to immortality. May God

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On Saturday there is food in my house with my in-laws, my brothers and fabulous Wonder Twins. So the invitation was courtesy of my sister, the Red Crayola, to meet together at home for the day.
to me was very happy, because the political family of my sister and family, "not policy" Pelon, is all my Quereres. At the Wonder Twins
we saw a few days after birth and do not see them again. Therefore the meeting was timely made me sick because otherwise the next time we meet will be graduating from college.

So we prepare for the meeting was to occur today and managed some catering options for the occasion. As of Wednesday this week, we agreed that the "Piatti Forte" (as the Italians say) would be delicious Carnitas Michoacán style, which certainly have nothing to do with Italy. Insuplantables developed by the hands of my dad.

The sharp Crayola decided after the Carnitas were not adequate. In long-awaited reunion with family policy How could we gave Michoacan style carnitas? Surely all attendees are going to shoot us uric acid and give us fuertes throes of cholesterol, instantly killing the audience and leaving the Wonder Twins in a helpless orphan, until someone take pity on them. We must recognize that the argument was dramatic as indebatible.

So my sister golden eared now, after a great deal of heady reflection, decided that the menu should be replaced by a healthy barbecue. Which is also responsible for killing the audience but a little slower. Giving time to the Wonder Twins learn a trade and develop fully before running out of family, to avoid becoming part of the vast row of children in the DIF cocoons.
Glory to God in the heights by the cunning of the Crayola!

Then everything went to hell and the family of hairless, had to cancel their attendance for the sad news beyond their control.
But as we were dressed and rowdy my sister told me by phone:

Hello. Hi How are you? Okay. Hey where wave? What's with that flesh? Well, with tonight's dinner. What was not food? No, and not food, it is now dinner. Well I guess we will have dinner right? Yes, but what's for dinner? What do you mean we're going to dinner Crayolita? Did not you tax your exotic menu for a roast? It's because I decided I better not. And that because life daughter? Because we are going to eat next week when we meet now, if the family of Old Baldy. We Monterrey delicacy, we can eat steak every day of our lives and deprive the rest of the food. Well I will not buy meat this weekend and next. It seems a very nasty attitude on your part. How do you like best burgers coal? How do you like best about Michoacan style carnitas? Do not be a clown ... You want burgers coal or not?
I almost do not really answer that I fancied its damned burgers, but I think the average age have become more cautious and conciliatory. A carbon
burgers are fine. - Answered. Great! What joy! See you at six. What do you at six? What was not dinner? Yes, but we said that at six. Who said? I told your wife that we were at six. I turned to see the General replied with a look of "I have no idea of \u200b\u200banything" and I said: "We arrived at eight? Why the eight? Alas!
I get to the time you want sister, eat what you give me and I return to my house so little calm as ever. So here we are and bring snacks. Invites Rabbits Fat Cattle and the Reformed. Heil Hitler!

Sometimes I wonder why my parents might not bought me a dog instead of having the brilliant idea to make me pay my troubles with the daughter of the SS.

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The Gift of General

birthday was general and even though I adored all of Mexico in an unprecedented, with a hangover was monumental, we resolved to continue the celebrations of the bicentennial, now to celebrate my spouse for a happy birthday.
All celebrations passed with white balance for us involved. Both the Bicentennial as the General's birthday.

We were excited because after the already much talked about surgery My wife's gynecologist gave us the okay to restart the hard work of pregnancy. Although I use the "we" in this sentence, I just want to clarify that solidarity is simply that I write well. Since yours truly obviously does not have the capacity to engender noble life in her womb. Although I must confess that my belly would fit comfortably in a pair of twins.

So as we are obedient, we started to do homework. I also use this school term, only for the purpose of making an analogy to understand and give you dear reader, that we indulge in the pleasures of spirit and flesh, trying to create life from scratch. Or put another way: We started the relevant actions in which humans play.

came the long wait because as I said in the past is hard. This time it was so heavy because it is the first time we were in that vein after surgery, I was new excitement. The fact that crossed the birthday of the general and the Bicentennial of the unredeemed nation, made it less difficult time she went through to know yes or no. At least it was for me.
dominguera Irredenta ... with that word, my dear Bioloca called Mexico the other day I spoke with her. And I take care of it later, because now we are talking of divine design and waiting for those like us, we have to wait to have a child.

The General sent me the news today in a text message. Again the donkey to the wheat. Again we could not get pregnant.
no longer saddens me most, if not being able to achieve something that we both wholeheartedly or learning that my beloved companion hurts more than anything but I say no.

So my gift to you on this birthday my beloved Elena ... is hope.
In this birthday and new year of life you start, I give you many kilos of it and not only that, but also that of my dear (and few) readers of this blog virgin.
This was only the first attempt of others. The times that we refuse to be biological parents, will be the same number of times they'll try again. Because as you said in that letter you did: We'll be parents. Not if in a few months or a longer Larguita, but we will be. That person who's waiting somewhere down in your arms protectors and tyrants will come. I have no doubt about that.

not be sad my dear General, I am here with you and this will continue forever, to water the seed when you have to do it. I will also be when you arrive and have to take care and I'll be there for you when you get the children of that person. Reading and

dear reader, let me have the audacity to take me with your prayers, your light and the same hope today invited him to my spouse, so that we become a reality in our family the wonderful gift of life. The more we are sure, will come faster. Of course as a payment on it, you'll have all the details that the facts warrant.

So far in a month will give us a tiny gift and we set out to conquer the fabulous Cancun, well deserved and awaited holiday. Where even though the doctor ordered me not ... I spread the seed.

Ditto.

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In my time in this life, I have great friends and one of them certainly one was and remains the Mcrow grandfather. He was also
Veracruz. Though I suppose it was the watered down version of the common stereotype.
came from a middle class working family, consisting of his parents and sister. Mcrow great-grandfather, whom I had the opportunity to meet my grandmother divorced and later he moved to Mexico. In his later years, my grandfather found out he wanted to realize the mentioned proverb that "the premium is snuggles" and just like that, he leaned against his to marry again.

My grandfather at age eighteen she moved to Mexico to begin establishing what would his political career in this country.
eventually fell in love a girl who years later remembered as a beautiful young lady. The reality is that this woman does not think the same thing and marry another.
I tried many times to imagine the sadness you may have felt. For though all who knew him, we think it was a lot of things no one remember him as a man prone to sentimentality. Or so most people believe. I know that inside was a man who harbored great passions and I am sure that this was a watershed in his life.
How do I know? The simple fact that he later married, is more than enough to tell who really was in love with this girl.

After some years, this beautiful lady was widowed and left alone with a child of twelve years. My grandfather was also all extremely smart man, saw the opportunity, to put it in football terms, header inside the area and married her. That aforementioned beautiful girl (who looks then I had some years old), would later be invaluable honor of my grandmother.

As a result of this marriage came two more children. My aunt Apple and my Dad.
As expected in a marriage, in which I am sure my grandmother married rebound and because he was probably very difficult for a woman to be alone in the late forties, the marriage never worked very well and ended up separating, but never divorced. My grandfather would tell me later that he did not because their religion forbade it.
That's like if I suddenly tell them that I will not write this blog because I have to continue my career as a nuclear physicist. Another strong showing that my grandfather, if he was a man prone to sentimentality. If you loved and loved in earnest and when he got an idea in his head he could take her to the grave.
One feature that we still fireengraved in our chain of DNA. For

me, since I have reason, my grandfather lived with us.
very child I remember going to work always impeccably dressed, without the slightest blemish or trickle descocido, perfectly shined shoes and in your car that, while falling the worst tornado in history was always clean up the bottom. I guess it was the only car that was not ugly at the bottom. Similarly

as he was, was his fourth. Never in my life have I seen more order and neatness in anything or anyone. Maybe in the Palace of Versailles in Paris, but nothing more.
My grandfather was the most gentle and quiet as I remember. Always concerned about the major themes of country and his family. He always had time despite his busy schedule to devote to their grandchildren. Lead us and bring us, to buy the trinket that we liked and above all listen to anything that you would like to say. I imagine that at that time to the position it had in the State Government should have many things to do, but frankly I do not remember running or busy for us.

Never was a man prone to save and I think he always brought up all his money. I think it came to the bank and asked to give him all the more tickets that were new and beautiful, carefully ordered and held the whole wad with an impressive finishing touch with his name engraved on a shield surmounted it. Years later I remember being up a truck with him and when pulled the wad of money, secured by the snap majestically, prey was usually more than one look. Maybe they thought that this old man with such poise and personality should be a millionaire and only had climbed into a truck by a mere eccentricity.

What I liked most was talking to my grandfather. Exercised that smoking is increasingly scarce, with the expertise of a good politician. Addressed the various issues in a deep and friendly partners who seduced two or three or four hours duration of the conversation. Once
walking with him, he found a man in their path and began to speak. I ... an impatient boy about nine years since then my mind was elsewhere and wanted to get to the square we were going to eat ice cream and play in the arcades. He did not care that his grandfather Mcrow, to stay three hours!, Speaking with this gentleman.
When finally we went there and asked: Where does this man know Grandpa? From nowhere, is the first time we meet.
just met into the street!, Three hours talking about economics, politics, women, cars, wines, history, medicine and God knows what else!
As I said, my grandfather in the art of conversation was something like as a Michelangelo sculpture. That only would you have felt grandfather over the years, in which only talked by text or by our cell phones!

When my grandfather retired from life "public" and us by these strange twist of fate, lived in Guadalajara, he spent six months in Monterrey and Guadalajara six months with us.
Monterrey always lived in a hotel. Nothing unusual for a man who lived twenty years in one when he was in Mexico City. That may give them a good idea of \u200b\u200bmy grandfather's frugal personality.

remember that for me, the best six months of the year, were the ones my grandfather went with us. I am also sure that in those years was when our friendship was strengthened. My grandfather I owe this immense love I have for a movie, because it was our hobby, besides going to play the machines, which I'm sure he always exercised his patience while I spent hours and hours there.
When we had a while playing I said: Now we go for ice cream and sit on an ice. What's that for? For the girls to see that happen.

He liked women Grandpa, there is no doubt about that. In addition, he had no qualms about telling you sold ice cream, the waitress, the cinema box office or he will. Always turn and told me in front of the female lucky day. Have you ever seen a girl more beautiful than she?
And while the girl was biting her shawl and looked at the sky as Maria Felix in Tizoc, I hid under the first table found. Remember that I was just a child and to me at that time, women were enigmatic beings that I do not know much. I think it still is, but the point is that my grandfather was a Casanova.
I think that as the girls were old man, believed that we were going to do anything. But I think if you neglected little bit ...

What life did to this gentleman has no name. Now back and living in Monterrey, my grandfather slowly began to forget everything that had been and done.
started with normal things like "What day is today? What year are we? And what do you call this street? After
to more serious things like when he took a fork and said why is that? Who are you? and Whose son are you?

Mcrow Grandpa say he did not die in a day. It was dying slowly over several years. Slowly I go into a deeper and deeper sleep until you forget everything.
I remember sitting in his rocking chair at the entrance, smoking one or two cigarettes at once and although I did not know who we were, we always greeted very friendly and smiling as we always did. I am sorry that this is known as the General. How could I not met him in those years when the Crayola trotted along the edge of the sidewalk and when talking of everything and everyone?

an April 5 died eleven years ago. The last time I saw him was in a bed away from everything and everyone. His left eye had lost a tough battle against infection. It was only a matter of time. I gave him a kiss on the forehead, thanked him for everything he had done for me and I went on a trip that was to Acapulco.
returned at noon a week later and died the next morning.

It's amazing you get older and I still do not get over his departure. In the hardest moments of my life when the figure comes from somewhere and shelters me compassionate. Whether through a dream or a memory. Do not look, he always comes, as it has come at this moment by some untimely tears, remembering all this.

Wherever you are, Grandpa Mcrow is the model I chose. He lives through me and all the love I sowed in those who knew him.

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Now that we are about to celebrate the bicentennial in Mexico and many of those who tend to drop, now say we should not celebrate. Why hold if the country is in total chaos? That better not to celebrate or cry demos, now shut up in a sign of indignation. All these
spoilers I ask you: If you (God forbid), had terminal cancer and were about to die ... to celebrate a birthday? Of course you do! Carax So why should we not celebrate the birthday hundred of this country? By this I mean that the country has a terminal illness, but accept that we are in intensive care. Nothing could be more unnatural for us Mexiclan, to stop holding any party with that party animal spirit that we are charged. That left them with bitterness to think about it.

virginal in this inhospitable and blog, now talk of another bicentennial.
This is not called so because they celebrate two hundred years, but held two centuries, hence the name. On second thought, in total if two hundred years.
In 2010, also marks the birth of my two grandfathers, both my mother's father: Pancho Pistolas. As the father of my dad, Grandpa Mcrow.
These two figures that marked my life in very different ways and in some cases very similar, the hundredth anniversary of arriving in this world, but long ago are no longer in it are as present today as they were in life.
Pancho Pistolas
My grandfather was the average Veracruz, cheerful and talkative. Bohemian dentist by profession and a hobby.
was a man who enjoyed the food in all its forms, which were never deprived.
I remember getting up at six o'clock to drink your coffee, make breakfast, bathing, grooming and be ready for anything. It came from a time even to go to market put a coat and tie, always wearing his hat and always up to go anywhere outside. As
Revolution was born in the middle, I guess that's why he always had gun. My mom tells me that was loaded on bureau when she was a child, but with the grandchildren and we at least tamed and kept it. But yeah, at the slightest provocation ... fired. Something very dangerous because the truth is that Panchito was not very good aim.
When I recall in my memory, always remember chewing. I have never meant anything, but I suspect that my grandfather was a ruminant. Maybe you had an ancestor who was a rabbit or squirrel. As he ate Panchito!
When he was nearly eighty years, as any teenager could have dinner and go to sleep as calm as if he should anyone. Some will sleep velábamos to see what time it was the last breath, but never could the food versus grandfather.
was a man who laughed at the slightest provocation and would not stop until her stomach hurt. They tell me you had a more sour mood. I am not aware, I can only speak for what we saw and threw me into laughter remembering only that I can not help smiling.
I remember the Saturday nights we used to see the box, which was a show with Panchito, for throwing jabs and uppercuts at the slightest provocation, of course peppered with shouts of: Oh that fool you! against the fighter of your choice. Since then I saw the box. It is a sport that I like him yet enjoyed with his grandfather. I suppose they are of those moments that if one could afford to be back there, the amount would be.
For years, Panchito was the pillar that kept the family together around him. Every birthday we gathered everyone to celebrate with great fanfare. This under the slogan: Do not go to be the last. The fact is that fifteen years celebrated at Panchito very comfortable in the inevitable event of August 6.

do I do this reflection of Pancho Pistolas, I realize that safe unexpectedly planted in me the seed of love for writing.
enjoyed telling their stories, which had one for every occasion. This is what I liked him. I think I was the only family that never tired of hearing them over and over again. Also had a way of telling that would stagger any novelist.
I think from the primary, when my grandfather had to develop a case study on Argentina, he discovered his talent for this unexplained office. All life was proud of his monograph, same as he was about to go to give it away when he died. Had it not been for the heroic hands of this writer, who escaped the clutches of my mother and bioloca, who shamelessly, would dispose of Argentina Monograph my grandfather saved his life. Now I am the custodian of such a great cover work that carries the flag of that country, painted with colored pencils Panchito's own as a child that ran around Orizaba.

However, I am also custodian of the manuscript of some of their stories, were published and even won a prize. Come to think, grandfather and I are the only write of this family. Although the work of the smallest in terms of volume, much richer in awards so far.

Could I keep writing about the life and work of Pancho Pistolas, on his sayings and his songs have now become part of the jargon of the family. On his anecdotes and his friends about his profession as a dentist, which thank God I never saw "benefited" because they say Panchito His hand was heavy for it to extract teeth. Could I talk about his legendary scrambled eggs with beans. But the truth is that many posts would need to give you an idea dear reader, this man who marked my life and today, more than a decade of his departure, even strange.
His life, his passage through this world and all he left us, so ... we must celebrate this centenary.

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Dialogue with Saramago


Although few readers of this blog virgin not believe it, your servant, and his writing, are influenced. But that has nothing relevant, since everyone is affected.
This blog and these written week to week I extend all my love, have two powerful influences that so far identified and do not mind admitting that his pen and his thoughts have touched me deeply.

For now speak only one and that certainly is José Saramago.

's certainly not the intention of this poor apprentice writer, comparable in any way with the prodigal son of Portugal. Since I am light years away from his pen and his prose, his imagination and substance and its masterful sense of protest and struggle through the floor.

course, to admire Saramago does not mean you always think like him, or that opine the same things about some issues at the same writer. However, one does not have to think like another man to admire its greatness.
That is my case with the teacher Saramago.

I would have liked to have had a long conversation with him through writing. Nice

Don Jose, I'm Mcrow. What kind of name is that. Did I say it or do you ask? You'll never know, why the doubt. As he did not put the question marks he doubted it. Do not you know I never use them. You're right sir, I had forgotten. You are well known for his particular form of writing. Some like and some do not, you just have to read it aloud. I really love the way in writing, especially that of the dialogues to run, I feel that suits me fine. I guess not so with the question marks. Correct! That part I do not go. I prefer to set it so that people understand the concept. The three diseases of modern man are the isolation, the technological revolution and his life centered on his personal triumph. What does that have to do? Like your question marks ... nothing. Well Don José, despite being his fan, the question of the score is not the only one in which we differ. Oh no ... that again my young friend. "I wonder? Yes ... this time you can be sure that I asked. I for example am not a communist like you. I'm just a hormonal communist. So I am well and prefer hormonal capitalist democracy. The real power is economic, then it makes no sense to speak of democracy. Than deep. That depends. "Depends on what? Well it depends on many things are not going to deepen now. Another issue on which I differ is that I am an optimist and you definitely are on the other side of the pendulum. The only interested in changing the world are pessimistic because the optimists are happy with what you get. Does that mean I do not want to change the world? Think about it, yes, I'm pessimistic, but I have no fault that reality is what it is. I disagree. No have to be, dissent is a right which lacks the Declaration of Human Rights. In that if I agree with you. I like to write a happy book, and I have all the elements to be a happy man, but simply I can not. However there is one thing I do makes me happy, and that is what I think. Me too I'm happy to say that I think Don José, and I also like very much to respect my opinion. I learned not to try to convince anyone. The work of convincing is a lack of respect, is an attempt at colonization of the other. I had not thought so but I guess you're right. One point that maybe I'm more in agreement with you is God's. What God? Aha ... put question marks. I put my young friend just to stop questioning each comment if asked or not, I'll do it. We talked about God. If you know me as you say, you know I'm an atheist. If you are, and say that I am a believer you are hormonal and hormonal communist. I do not believe in God and I do not at fault. At least I'm safe to be intolerant. Atheists are the most tolerant in the world. A believer passes easily intolerance. At no time in history, anywhere in the world, religions have served to human beings closer to each other. On the contrary, have only served to separate, to burn, to torture. I do not believe in God, do not need it and I am also a good person. But the issue is with God or religion?, Say ... the church? Do not get me started with the church, I think it's time to end. Don José, we will miss him. As an apprentice writer, I'm going to miss, because I feel the same way that you once said. That said, you steal a phrase from mine. Yes, but I put in my mouth, not yours. You said you did not write to please or displease, but to disquiet. Well, that sentence I was very pretty. The same thought as me as I passed. So keep writing. And now he died going to do? Death is a natural, almost unconscious. Will come to nothing and I dissolve into it. Your body will dissolve only Don José, because his prose, his books and his characters will live forever.

So imagine my conversation with Saramago. I appreciate the generous support of Don José for writing this post. You do not have a Nobel every day to help you write.

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Dear reader, not you ... me.
not think my lack of writing is because I have something with you. There is no such.
Things have been so many and so fast, it is difficult to find a bit of solitude and quiet to write everything I want to tell.
For starters, I am indebted to Don José Saramago, that God keep him in his glory (it said my grandfather). Although Don Pepito, that of God and his mysteries, just as she would not.
So to be more in tune with the Nobel: That atheism has it where it should have.
Since its irreparable loss, I thought I'd devote an entry in this blog. Although he will probably cause another instant death, who writes you that he feels that it should be.

Then we had the terrible hurricane that hit us in Monterrey. The city has collapsed along with our routine. We're just waking up with a hangover that left us the insufferable Alejandro. Because after what we did, to call him Alex the author of his days. Or in a more colloquial language: Best to call him "Alex" his fucking mother.
I spent the morning on a Saturday to go help volunteer to send food to the victims of the same city. I have to say I was impressed by the amount of aid and hands that we come to work for this noble cause.
am also impressed by the lack of help has been from other states. I must say I'm a little hurt, to see how the royal will aim to assist other cities in Mexico that fall into disgrace and even other countries and how little he has paid it with his countrymen.
No matter. The truth is that when you help, you should not think about how you are going to return a favor. Surely this city and its inhabitants, will continue to help when the situation demands it elsewhere.
To my readers and non-Monterrey, I tell them that they are already getting late to send anything. Canned food, bottled water, personal hygiene items, clothing, medicine and the basics to help people who lost everything. Go
and its collection centers and send.

Then the ever-present theme of the world that approval of the General's already over. I was (and still am) happy with the English and their selection, which made history in South Africa. I think history is always in charge of putting things in place and today belong to that select group, which I hope to see Mexico some day, but old man either. Gone are the vuvuzelas
, Shakira and Waka-Waka, the friendly people of South Africa, the great figures who never included and the controversial Jabulani's when everybody said that a beach ball, was more forceful in the throws.

Then we rushed to San Antonio Texas, with my friends on Cattle. Royal who came to land with credit card sharp and ready for "chopin". There were.
We made a brief stop at Sea World, which were accompanied by a heat, only I imagine it was comparable with the warm corner of hell and we walk under a huge sun, which seemed to have every intention of burning alive. To tell you dear reader, we'd better throw to see the penguins, and rest a little bit of ominous weather that accompanied us. Then the fearless
Generala Beef and my friend, it occurred to get on Ms. Vaccine and me, a coaster that was the truth I think the heat better.
not even arguing the recent surgery on my consort and the fragile backs of cattle, could deter them from climbing up on that device of the devil for torture, for pristine souls like ours. No fair! Already

On a more relaxed, went to see the dolphins and when I tried to pet one, I bit. Damn evil creatures. What is not supposed to be joyful spirits of nature, famous for their docility and purity?
In all honesty, I must say that the aquatic mammal bite on my hand, was quite accidental and that at no time intended to do so. Also I must also say it did not hurt anything or hurt me.
If this had been ... I would have gobbled up in a toast with Tabasco sauce and lemon sick.

As if that were not enough, the next two days were spent plucking the heroic centurion of American Express, in each and every one of the shops that we went through.
So we went and returned, under the disapproving gaze of my mother and Crayola, that because the road was flooded and full of tremendous outlaws ready to steal our stuff. As if we care about such minutiae, the time to get out anywhere.

With so many things dear reader ... Where do you want me to tuck some time for this noble task of writing?

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As if all that lately has taken to pass the proud City of the Mountains, not enough, or needed another little something to shake up troubles of its citizens. Now we got a tremendous hurricane, the people in charge of naming these weather phenomena, called the friendly name of "Alex."
However, in all honesty, the only kind I had this hurricane was the name.

This city is the economic engine of Mexico, formed by people of great heart and a commendable work ethic, called Regiomontanos. The truth is that until a few years ago, very few threats hanging over their existence. Today, things are very different for those who live here. Alex

hit us and hit us right. To put it in football terms, so fashionable in these times World Cup, let's say we thrashed six to zero. Something
highlight of this phenomenon is that, being the third time a hurricane hits us here with that force, because the truth is that the people Monterrey in that sense, it is a blanket very pee and know it all all . As the cost in lives was minimal. I would like to say that non-existent.

However, the cost in our streets, neighborhoods, homes and cars was high, very high. We now have many people who became homeless. Usually that always happens the same, those who have nowhere to live and choose the most dangerous places, while the authorities become a blind eye.

was a lot of water that fell, they ran and ravaged. We took many things and brought us more. Among the things that brought the rain was the Governor of the State, like many of us thought that we did not have. The Governor that since he won the election, thanks to inexplicable vote of the majority of my fellow citizens had hidden in his house with his wife and triplets, to head out every once in a while, just to go to open the tournament Elementary volleyball Profra. Ernestina Torres Buenrostro or acts of similar importance.
always be easier to face a hurricane and its devastating consequences, to fight insecurity and drug trafficking.

Now if Mr. Medina walk running from side to side, wetback comes on TV, with the drops running down his cachetitos, with his eyes "I have no idea of \u200b\u200banything", trying to encourage people . A good time did the Governor of the fourth to give the face! Make no mistake, this state is and will misgoverned, while this jovenazo still there.

One of the things that paradoxically has removed so much rain, the water itself. It's hard to explain, but many homes here, they have at home. What causes do apocalyptic scenes in the streets, people with buckets, filling in First pozito they are.
The General and I are of the lucky that nothing happened to us, but the rest of the clan, were greatly affected and are still experiencing the effects.

good thing about this is that one of the things that brought "Alex" to this honorable city, was a renewed spirit of solidarity among its inhabitants. And is that Monterrey is good for the moments of truth.
We are victims of it wrong and we were brothers in misery, suffering to see our city with these scars that take a long time to close. Still, they are only material things, all replaceable and Monterrey that will not stop. A city that neither his dreadful weather has stopped.

Monterrey has left things like this forever and now, is no exception. Graceful exit to continue to carry on their shoulders, in this country and to continue such work, commitment and dedication. Except to the Governor.

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The discovery of a rubber duck in the soap, allegedly owned by a young visitor above, contributed a lot to this new and happier disposition of the mind. Absorbed by a thousand cases, for years did not play in the bathtub with a rubber duck, and I was pleased to repeat the experience. For anyone interested in knowing, I will say that maintaining the object with the sponge under the water surface and then released him, jumps out of a perfectly designed to entertain the people more concerned.

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The discovery of a toy duck in the soap dish, presumably the property of juveniles Some visitor, Contribute, not a little to this new and happier frame of mind. What with one thing and Another, I Had not played with toy ducks in my bath for years, and I found the novel MOST invigorating experience. For the Benefit of Those Interested, That I May mention if you shove the thing under the surface with the sponge and Then let it go, it shoots out of the water in a Manner Calculated to divert the MOST careworn.

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Migration Bovina

Last login soccer, would not let me address some of the important issues that have happened in recent weeks.
The theme of football, is still very difficult to avoid at this strange world we are living. Now it seems that both France and Italy, as they packed their bags and go back to their homes. How about that? In Mexico we are eager
for Sunday's game against the mighty Argentina.
Speaking of which, I want to clarify some points that maybe were not clear in the last inning. Of course I have nothing against Argentina, on the contrary, this beautiful country and its people represent for me one of the sites without them, America can not understand and love themselves. My love always to the Argentines and their land. The only thing I set is that Maradona, the current head coach of football in this country and certainly one of the best soccer players who have been there, I falls like a mule kick at seven o'clock in the Gumaro. But only him.
I hope that this annotated be settled this matter with my Argentine friends.

Leave aside for a moment the world and their unexpected results, to address issues and other important. One is the final move of my friends Cattle to this mountain city.
So dear reader, my bovine friends, leave their home located in the important city of Celaya, and come complete with trinkets, to settle in this noble metropolis, half-populated far green hills are blue, the birthplace of important men and that Saturday afternoon always smells of roasting meat.

magnanimous course my wife and her napkin, and the clan to settle, we are very happy to have them again as nearby.
Dutiful and obedient as I am, I offered my support to Mr. Beef, in the noble mission of finding a new home, where he and Ms. vaccine, may be happily ever after and have many cows and cows.

So I took it and got it, all the mansions worthy of the lineage of a herd of such a category. Some liked and others not, the important thing is that the end was decided by one. It was decided in a manner of speaking. Because Mr. Beef as well as voice, lives under an intense matriarchy, where Mrs. Veal, is the mother of the chicks. Although this last statement, place head to zoologists.
Or to put it another way, my friend is a victim more than a dictatorship of catastrophic proportions, such as Hugo Chavez in Venezuela.

Needless to say that I understand it, because we are victims of that evil.

Although he had already enjoyed a home, still needed the approval of the original and two copies of his Majesty Vaccine I. So I immediately made the necessary steps to upload a first-class plane as mandated by the protocol. Blow it up to these arid and receive all the honors that his position demands.
So after all this rope, she gave her consent to the usufruct of the house and began the arduous process of transferring powers to Monterrey Celaya.

Mr. Beef and I breathe a sigh of relief to have the consent of her because by the way, we sat a good scrubbing, going to and fro under the unbearable temperature of forty degrees in the shade.
important thing is that we are ready for the welcoming ceremony, which will be good and will be long.
I thank life for having them close again and the chapter in their lives are about to start. We are so happy to have you here, that the General could break the now unrecognizable strip of happiness.

The other issue that was pending is not so happy. That is the death of José Saramago, which personally makes me feel the sadness and empty, when you go a big one.

Unfortunately the time has come upon us and the teacher Saramago deserves much more than the last three lines, in this virginal and unconquerable blog, called Now and Forever The Mcrow time.

Go in peace.

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The World is Round

Time is relative. So why now sorry I last wrote, I think so far and I think they may already spent several years but has really only been a couple of weeks. Insurance
the first question of my three readers will be: How is the generality of the ills that plagued?
I have the pleasure to inform you that is strong recovery in total and almost completely surrendered to their arduous daily work. Good for her, but better for everyone else. Especially this suffering apprentice writer, the truth and did not know where to put it.
I have many things to tell, however, I pass the most important issue that is beginning now and this could be none other than the world cup.

I remember almost 25 years ago, when they wrote, was about eight years and lived in a conscious way the first world cup football.
I must confess to the friendly competition that helps me with reading, the fact is not a person extremely soccer. But please tell me Who can resist the seductive fits a carnal world cup? Moreover, when the country you were born, is part of that select group of participating nations.

remember the 86 World Cup in Mexico as if they had been Mexico 2009. I remember the warm reception of the green highlight amarela to Guadalajara and the controversial goal that knocked out Spain in the match between these two.
remember Maradona's rise and his goal which even the salesman scoffed chelas. Of course I also remember his goal with the "hand of God." Since then I thought that it plays the chubby, but I fell ill. I remember the extraordinary
Belgium goalkeeper Jean-Marie Pfaff and my mother sighs emitted by the blond curls of the goalkeeper. I also remember that was the last world of Michel Platini.
I remember attending the Brazil match against Algeria and my dad bought me a hideous white socks with their respective flags, which were then my fascination. I also remember the nameless selection meet in Poland, which I think still not arrived, when they were returning.

remember the tears in the face of the Brazilians, when they were eliminated by France. The goal that knocked him to Mexico against Germany and we eliminated on penalties, as normally happens. I remember the great match that
Argentina was the final against Germany and happiness they won the first. I also remember that liver clot called Neri Pumpido, Argentina goalkeeper and the slights he made to Mexico. However, Mexico
86, went down in history as one of the best world unquestioningly. I think part of it did, because the world realized that despite all, Mexico is one of the happiest places on earth and nobody can beat us for the pachanga and the party. Neither criminal.

Most importantly (at least for me) was that there I fell in love with the world of football and although the Olympics are very nice and much older, the world is global.

South Africa, now organizer of this contest, reminds me of Mexico in the spirit of its people. They have many problems as a country, have a wealth of natural resources and that all the echoes of "Apartheid", even resonate in the collective mind of this people.
Thus ... have also proved very good for the party and the world in football that leaves much to be desired, it does when we see the warmth and happiness of the people who make this nation multicolor.

two days ago, Mexico did the unthinkable. Beat France by a convincing two-nil, which has the country wild with joy. Some

get angry and say this is all bread and circuses, that Mexico is not to celebrate, there are things more important than that, how is it possible that we are celebrating victory in a ball game when we have so much violence, drugs, bad and political issues in the pipeline?

To all those critics I say, please to go far to hell and let the excitement of being put out so desired, a country that has seen so little in recent times.

Says a friend, football is the most important thing in the least important. Of course I do not think it is more momentous than all our problems, but if I see my country happy, I do not care that the deceased is a football game. Because
football may be just a game and the world a spectacle, but the fact that in Mexico, a party may put us all to pause and unite us against outsider and also provoke a collective joy we as a country. I think it is a antibiotic injection for all our ills.

Now I think that even a draw against us Paisito goes well, the truth is that I want Mexico to win, to be first in our group and that stale Charruas settle their differences with Argentina in quarterfinals; team that we do not want bump until we warmed up a little bit more and we win complete with technical clown that was once a great player.

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is not easy to take a partial inactivity, a woman as my wife tyrant.
Three days was the maximum among all the family, we keep confiscated his Nextel. Primary tool for her work, who has an affair erotic-productive.
the fourth day he sent us all to hell; regained total control of your phone and laptop, as has been said chamber.
My wife is a clear example of work ethic that has always characterized the people of northern Mexico. His drive and hard and how in leading his hordes of collaborators, is in part the fact that he has earned the nickname military overall.

Please tell me dear reader, as I can keep in a state of confinement on the second floor for two weeks in a woman. To do tell me! I do not know.
I think the title of this post is worth a thousand paragraphs.

just say that my position in this honorable house, has been demoted to: Waiter, waiter, cook, nurse, physical therapist, caretaker, driver, controller and even a psychologist. The latter is the one who has had more catastrophic results.

The First Lady had enough of everything and everyone, especially this writer, who has not done anything, to be the staff of his disability.

Love!, (And said to dorarme pill) I would upload some tea? There I go with the tea.
Love!, You help me get this off? That'll take that.
Love!, Volvérmelo you help me put? I'm coming soon to relocate.
Love!, Can I squeeze the belt? I go and fix the belt.
After a while I hear the unmistakable sound of the velcro off and already the band has again been removed by the eager hands of my consort.
Have you removed the belt my life? Yes, because I fajaste well. How odd! You the first to complain. Shut up and while the band Squeeze. And here I go as often as.

All this care and excellent service, my wife does not feel sorry for me. Quite the contrary. In these two weeks I have spent the worst mood. This ... dear readers, I want you to know and be clarified soon.

if I let her do some work from home would do some good. Quite the contrary. The General is what the Americans call a "workaholic" is too passionate about their work and are easily annoyed at the incompetence of Masiosare average. Then he gets angry and tightens the belt. If you tighten the belt, tummy hurts. If you feel your belly hurts bad and you feel bad Oh my!

What's wrong with "jani"? I do not feel well. Are you in pain? I do not know. What do you not know? Well, I feel weird. Do not you feel as if you had surgery? Well yes, but others feel other things. For example? Well no, for now I have nausea. "Nausea? Or something like that (sigh)-ends the confused woman, leaving me more confused.

Joey, who has demonstrated an intelligence less developed than a grapefruit, surprise has understood this new world order quite well. It just makes love to her when she called and if not, is kept at a safe distance, where it can not be victim of the humor of his mistress.
But their task is simple because it not asked to upload or download things or things that you remove or terminate.
To that I would need to Rin Tin Tin or Lassie and well I think both are already in heaven for dogs.

I open my arms, look to the sky and ask the operator: How long will this madness? Or is it perhaps that you are testing my patience when I dedicate it as a parent? Or you're just experiencing a little to know how long it takes a perfectly normal person like me, decide to murder another?

Please do not think I'm an inconsiderate. I know the General is recently operated. But the reality is that the good mood I left the operating room, has vanished completely due to confinement.
Please do not scold me. I do not criticize, do not tell me anything.
am a man who has suffered greatly.

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The General came and went from the operating room with great success. It entered the devilish
jaws of the wolf and left with just a nibble that made him run errands.

Saturday fifteen, as already stated, my hubby got up to the always inopportune time for the half past five, for swimming, a little makeup, ironed hair and go.
I do not understand my wife, as surely many women do, comb, to enter the operating room. Men (or at least this man) never understand such ridiculous things like that.
For just very cute and very pressed, I took her to the funhouse, which actually is a hospital "for women", where after a quick admission, rose to a wheelchair and taken to the preoperative.
About an hour later, I went to see her and in his bed and his batita, just to wish him luck in such a risky venture.
I must confess, that calm overall, was disturbing.
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So go riding, driven by two nurses and so I stayed in the waiting room doing the same with a motley crowd of relatives.
Here were my in-laws, aunts and my consort with Crayola Pelon.

The half hour was scheduled the surgery took place in relative calm on the part of the quota.
When you met two hours in the operating room, this writer began to get impatient and worried, because I was taking longer than expected.

I approached the information booth, which turned out to be the least informed, to ask about the status of "my love".
I did know that the General was still in surgery, but wanted me to tell the anesthesiologist that everything was fine. I also sent congratulations because in his years of career in this noble profession of people sleeping, I had never seen a patient better groomed.

When you met two hours, the doctor called me to inform me the result of surgery.
My mother, as a good Mexican mother unexpectedly went with me to listen too.

The fifteen seconds it took the gynecologist to answer my question of how the surgery had left, being greeted by my mother, I made eternal.
The intervention was very successful and showed us the tremendous torque myoma damn, who had camped in the womb of my Empress.

When I saw him I almost fainted and I stopped listening to the doctor, unable to look away from the huge golf ball, they had taken to that. It was for less!, The myoma was exactly like the lady who served us in admission, so I stopped to pay attention to the gallery, but I can tell you dear reader that everything went well and now.

A couple of hours later, the General drew the dreaded recovery room which, frankly, is worse than the surgery, and there came my beloved (yet very groomed, despite the task) waving his arms as if I just scored a goal against Barcelona. So if ... very lying in his bed.

The three nights in the hospital, I was spent going back and forth to places without much importance. Went to breakfast, then return. Going to eat, then return. I went to my house to rest a couple of hours, then return to sleep in a nice chair, I must say, reacted to the rise to the occasion.

Over the three long days, I must say that my first lady behaved like a hero and all the next day and was Paradita beside his bed.
The parade of family and friends, did not stop almost every day, and calls our loved ones away. All of them concerned with health of my hubby, until today.

To all of you who were aware and that through your comments on this virgin blog, Facebook and Twitter, gave us encouragement ... thank you.
also to everyone who called from a distance ... thanks.
The General and his stoic patient hairstyle, thanks all for your good wishes.
I, too, for lack of better words ... Total Thanks!

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The General and I have not been able to bear children.
Excuse me please dear reader, to receive you with that blow on the head and lubricate without a little conversation.
I gave this round and round issue and decided it was best to do so, as when one has to put into a pool with cold water. Little by little suffering a lot, but if you lie a single dive, despite the deep sense of loving eyes out through the nose, everything happens very soon. So I let you go without water as well.

My beloved spouse and myself have been almost a year and a half in these comings and goings. First was his napkin, I had some wires crossed, so I had to undergo a simple surgery to reconnect the positive to positive and negative with negative. Cables not talking about the brain, such as no remedy.
After that, pregnancy, and we never gave to resort to other methods that will not go now.
three weeks ago, was that the owner of my paychecks, also had been some little things that continue to make hard and tired our mission to be parents.

The General, reckless as it is, in collusion with her gynecologist, agreed it was best to have surgery to remove fibroids both staying at one of my favorite places.

is why next Saturday, my empress, he will insert knife to remove the fibroids couple of nosy, but the truth, see the procession and not kneeling.
To hell with them!

No I love you my dear reader depressing things, but this process has been a long battle in which the two have fought month after month, in a process that could only be defined as "The Ring of Ecstasy to Agony."

I think the name could not be more appropriate for this process, which begins with an ecstasy (if I do well two or three) and continues with a long, long process of waiting, which always ends with the bloody and inevitable news that failed.

The process is exhausting in itself, but I think the best part is that although sometimes we falter, we have not given up. The proof is, where my consort holding hands trembled decide operated and made this "simple" procedure, which shall leave his new parent packet, I can only love her for being so enthroned and resolute in this regard.

I think what she really wants is to expand the number of minions at your service, in which Joey and I are no longer sufficient. Sometimes I think their hidden agenda is to form an army of sons and daughters who rule the world and take their sacred word to all corners.

I've never asked for anything dear reader, but on Saturday May 15 at the eight o'clock hour of Mexico, we ask that you please ask him to whatever you believe, for the health of my dear companion. Please calls as well, because this procedure is the final battle against this horrible thing called infertility, so that the general and I can bring to this world to one (or a ...) little people that can make it better.
Overall, those who are parents, I think you will understand better.

virginal Can you imagine this blog once you get a baby into our lives?
I'm sure will be an endless material for all our raids. From the nine months of pregnancy, until finally arrives and we load and embrace.

My wife just tell her I love her with every limb of my body and I'm sure that somewhere there is a child waiting to be assigned to this house, which we will continue looking thrilled. May God

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