I think, or at least I like to believe that someone has asked that end I have done in recent days luuuunghi! Well I apologize if you have virtually disappeared from the horizon of the blog, but in the last 20 days my life has undergone considerable upheaval, not least that of risking today to finish at the burns ward of a hospital at will. If you have some 'time, let me explain.
By now I think it's pretty clear that to do the job full-time college student and most of you know that February is usually closed the first half with attached exams. In this month condense most of the commitments of my family and most of the occurrences that concern me: my birthday and my half, Valentine's Day, March 8 (give me a propagate a week) is the first anniversary of death of my father, my university exams, my mother is a seamstress who sews dresses million for the carnival and then ... the thing that upset me the most biorhythm ... my mother and my aunt opened a clothing store for children, which you will say it's beautiful! In fact I am the first to be happy, but you have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe beast that it took effort to equip the rooms, fitted out, clean, price ... all in conjunction with the damn exams!
Now that is about to begin the second half, I realize that in the last 20 days I have pulled ahead as a mule without realizing that the moons passed. I had so many ideas that I wanted to make, so many things to cook, so many places to see, but time seems to fly and now I find myself alone with a host of courses to be taken ... life is hard ...
today to get me some 'cheer up I wanted to make a cake, I had two seconds of freedom and wanted to exploit them. Well the drama. 15 hours my mother prepare the meat broth in the pressure cooker and place it on the stove. In the meantime I asked ' Rita but why not start making the cake?' ... I do not know which saint has saved me ... I said 'Mom another ten minutes and go, I rest a second' ... 15:10 hours the pressure cooker explodes. Hot stock everywhere, tomato skins, which were crashing on the windows, celery dead squashed on the walls, steam flooding the hallway and my house smelled like a tannery .. if I were in the kitchen to make my cake, now I would be writing this post from an emergency room. Moral of the story took two hours hard work to clean up the kitchen from top to bottom. Guess what I did after? I made the cake ... obviously I did not have enough. The result in a miserable day like this was rather disappointing, at least for the moment. The cake in the fridge, and tomorrow I'll see if you should share with you this monster or not. All that's how much the exhaustion kingdoms at this time reigning in my life and to tell you that I'm still alive and that I hope to return soon to write something meaningful with some consistency. A hug to all
By now I think it's pretty clear that to do the job full-time college student and most of you know that February is usually closed the first half with attached exams. In this month condense most of the commitments of my family and most of the occurrences that concern me: my birthday and my half, Valentine's Day, March 8 (give me a propagate a week) is the first anniversary of death of my father, my university exams, my mother is a seamstress who sews dresses million for the carnival and then ... the thing that upset me the most biorhythm ... my mother and my aunt opened a clothing store for children, which you will say it's beautiful! In fact I am the first to be happy, but you have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe beast that it took effort to equip the rooms, fitted out, clean, price ... all in conjunction with the damn exams!
Now that is about to begin the second half, I realize that in the last 20 days I have pulled ahead as a mule without realizing that the moons passed. I had so many ideas that I wanted to make, so many things to cook, so many places to see, but time seems to fly and now I find myself alone with a host of courses to be taken ... life is hard ...
today to get me some 'cheer up I wanted to make a cake, I had two seconds of freedom and wanted to exploit them. Well the drama. 15 hours my mother prepare the meat broth in the pressure cooker and place it on the stove. In the meantime I asked ' Rita but why not start making the cake?' ... I do not know which saint has saved me ... I said 'Mom another ten minutes and go, I rest a second' ... 15:10 hours the pressure cooker explodes. Hot stock everywhere, tomato skins, which were crashing on the windows, celery dead squashed on the walls, steam flooding the hallway and my house smelled like a tannery .. if I were in the kitchen to make my cake, now I would be writing this post from an emergency room. Moral of the story took two hours hard work to clean up the kitchen from top to bottom. Guess what I did after? I made the cake ... obviously I did not have enough. The result in a miserable day like this was rather disappointing, at least for the moment. The cake in the fridge, and tomorrow I'll see if you should share with you this monster or not. All that's how much the exhaustion kingdoms at this time reigning in my life and to tell you that I'm still alive and that I hope to return soon to write something meaningful with some consistency. A hug to all
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