caged lion 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.
The Via Crucis of General Revelation 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.
saw
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!
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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Oh my dear readers increasingly scarce! ... as forgettable song says that of course I'm going to remember who Carax: "There is so much that I want to say and I do not dare"
After last week, my spouse had the nerve to tell me that my entry did not liked it. Just to clarify, related to the blog post.
Please do not go thinking that I begin to have such problems, because you'll be a terrible mistake of catastrophic proportions, and the oil spill now concerned in the Gulf of Mexico to Obama.
But I got sidetracked.
My consort was referring to the letter I posted to this blog more and more pissed off and was not to his liking. That's hard to please this woman! That
difficult to please all women in the world!
good thing is that as already legalized marriage between same-sex couples, now I have the alternative that I might join some friends who do not have hormonal problems.
I'm sure there are a number of them who follow my bones and the truth is that I do not see a bad thing. Over there is the white man, everybody knows you've always wanted to join her life with mine and that is able to leave the rabbit at the first sign of assent.
Then there's the Fat renovated since it had been rumored, it was like Ricky Martin, hidden deep in the closet, to come out when least expected. So let's say is the safest shot I have.
But breaking news: The Reformed Gordo finally, finally, finally, has got a girlfriend and therefore, it seems that it will soon be out of circulation, proving is that of women.
have more news As you know I do.
Then, by the lack of suitable suitors, I think that I can not divorce my First Lady at the moment (or of women in general) to marry a man. So I have to keep hearing things like that that did not like my text to it.
is not nothing new this past month, I had more work, a Vatican spokesman, the good news dear reader, is already nearing its end, that brought me to temporadita sun and shade.
turns out that the week prior to this was almost a week in Mexico City and Pachuca. Doing what? Working as what they thought? There
went smoothly and came to know "La Bella Airosa" that my grandfather Pancho Pistolas, always referred to as follows:
"There are four hills bald / an air of hell / a bunch of bastards / and a stream of shit "
I know my grandfather, we could never locate on the same level as Pablo Neruda and Amado Nervo, but we must acknowledge that his wisdom was great and practical.
With this beautiful poem in mind, I made my grand entrance to the capital of Hidalgo state, only to realize that Pancho Pistolas was wrong and I did live in the dark all this time.
should be clear that not everything is a lie and that the air of a bitch is true. I would not name the names pachuquenses like that saying, because the truth, not so well met.
But what really puzzled me is that I never saw four bald hills and the stream of dubious reputation.
As much as I explored from where I was, the rich terrain of the city, never discovered the four hills. Now even I wonder if my grandfather really was referring to Pachuca.
Now what keeps us in suspense is that it turns out that they have to operate is the General. On this subject is that I want to tell and I do not dare.
so far is a topic avoided by this writer, and even masked by the indecipherable Mcrow identity.
Suffice it to say that surgery is "simple" for something very simple and I'm sure much more is needed that to weaken my fierce wife.
delve ...
