Glitter

Seems weird how people stare at me today at Financial Risks session, just because I'm covered by glitter. I went to a theatre yesterday, and the magician gave my son some glitter powder to help him on a trick. The glitter ended all over me, and is hard to get rid of. But is pretty.

The motto today seems Is that glitter you've got on your hair???!!!...And everywhere else???!!!!

This reminded me of Oliver

Weird

Seems strange seeing my little sister as a mother. Seeing how she hasthank god! changed , she's more patient -not saying much!- and seems... sweeter.

But then you see her hubby calming the baby, you see her commanding the operation of The Bath, you hear rules reminded quickly -it's not right to shower now, dear, what were you thinking? can't you see it's babybathtime? You see how it takes 8 hands to bath a baby and many trips back and fro to get stuff left in baby's room.

Then even my mother admitted the baby had been fretful because of my sister's nerves at first, and broinlaw was calming both.

Still, it's weird... and baby is so beautiful, so minute, so delicate...

Love is (not) in the air

Valentine round the corner, and no-one to cuddle into? Why not end it all with the Love Gun -may not kill you, but shall give a final twist to your reputation!

Job search again

Well, all my plans of finishing my course before getting back to intensive jobhunting have gone down the hole: Am getting over a hundred euro less from this month on, so I can't afford to go on studying and taking my time. I did get paid for the computer literacy workshop I gave at Hugo's school, but that wasn't much and shall simply cover my negative balance and give me a few days' rest. Not even 'till I get my next pay.

Now I was starting to feel happy again, useful, inspired... there it all flops again!

Anyway, am glad I saw G. last week, he's progressed so much since I last saw him! And, talking about progressing, my nephew is also catching up and shall soon be home.

One, two, three: booooo-riiiiing! I know, I know, just been writing a long post elsewhere, and can't be bothered...

Hour&half at ciber + a can of Red Bull (R)

Not been too avaolable on this blog, though you can catch me up on the B-sides...

Money driving me mad, getting less from the State from this month on since I've been on the dole for over 6 months -which no-one had been bothered to inform me about!

The other thing is the looong selection process O'd been in has ended with a virtual tie-up between me and someone else, and guess who was finally left out? Sigh times 300!

Anyway, down to the cyber with a can of Red Bull (R), to check on job offers once again, and set my mind to work.

I see you caugth an earlier ticket!

Well, in case you didn't kow, my sister was pregnant. Her whole pregnancy has been as stressful as could be expected, and she

1. Phoned and smsed people as soon with the news, Predictor(R) still in hand
2. Almost lost the child a few hours after realizing she was pregnant
3. Had to spend 10 days in bed/on couch after that, to let the baby settle
4. Quit working fultime, went on to part-time, as the doctors said she could 'go back to normal life' and full-time work seemed un-normal
5. by the time she was two-month pregnant she stopped doing the shopping, being her hubby the one in charge by then..

... Need to continue? Anyway, I'd guessed she'd have a premature baby, and so she has! On the 33rd. week, but baby's fine, in incubator, and she's ok, considering all the complications in these premature ceasarian births. I did ask her, Can't you ever take it easy? Couldn't you just give birth at due time?

Well, in any case, am glad it's over. Now the baby days come!!!!!!!!

Time for romance?

NW is back on his attacks. He seems to be mad about me again. Phones to say he misses me. Phones saying he's been thinking of me all day long. Sends sweet sms that almost make me blush.

Problem?

I'm not in love with him. I love him, I like him, but have ben going on and on at this same story for years. About 7 years now, with a 2 year break when I was with my bf. And he admitted it would be easier when we got back together again, last year. He knew I was never going to live with him.

But he keeps on trying.

Feels nice up to certain extent. Then I start feeling weird. Daren't phone him when I feel like meeting, as he may get too many ideas in his mind if we spend too much time together.

God, life seems much easier for those who are married!!!

Obsessiveness

Once more, been hiding at home for some days. Thinking. Driving myself mad. Over and over.

Then, bang! my son is back, and with him the need to behave myself. To be cheerful. Happy, even. And usually he does help me snap out of my moods... Specially now, Christmas time, Kings and so on.

But. Last night I found out someone I know is much worse than me. REALLY!

We had dinner last night. He'd also studied philosophy, and specialized in Aesthetics.

He's trying to find himself lately, he'd dedicated too much time to earning money, and lost his emotional intelligence. And is trying to find a way back.

He told me last night, as a matter of fact, that when he reads most books, he copies them out on his pc, types them all word by word, then he separates the sentences and grades by importance. He does that with most books he reads, except novels.

I felt sane.

Giggling old men

...sitting next to me, the youngest must be about 60, were trying out their 'appeal' on a chat. Hilarious. They spoke Spanish with a southern, rural accent. One was typing, another one was giving ideas, and a third one was explaining what it was all about to the fourth old man. This was on New Year's Day, at a cyber, surrounded by loud youth and feeling totally integrated.

They seemed to get into a porn link. That cyber has a strong protection against porn. The typical notice flashed up in English, warning the page was forbidden. They were reading the English as if it where Spanish, letter by letter, and one asked "So, where are the girls?".

Had to log off and leave hiding my laughter in a fake conversation on my phone. Just couldn't strain my eyes to check their chat lines any longer.

Happy New Year.