Tv Go On Sale After Super Bowl

SOMETIMES, I was astonished

June 17, 2010 Just yesterday I

commented my daughter, aged six, if you're writing, for example, and want some of what you write, you have to put "in transparensis." At first I was shocked, thinking whether it would be a new educational method, something related to the Bologna Process, until finally, several minutes later I realized that meant "brackets."

"Yes, daughter, yes, yes. You already know how I answered proudly.

As I watched the match on television in Spain from Switzerland and issued angry and insults me because our extreme right is not hanging While not a ball, her, my hand, carefully cut out colored cards and asked me to borrow the stapler because it would make a notebook in which to put their stickers. "What I have been all right?" He asked after a long period of work. "Phenomenal," I replied mechanically, after a cursory glance. And then towards the screen, yelled: "But the central and, damn it!".

At night I remembered that when I was a kid, I also liked cards and papers together with staples, wire, even with paper cello. It was so small notebooks, I put my name in the first cardboard and I imagined that they were books written by me.

few weeks ago - when the weather was good! - I went with my little family to the Park Association. Now called the Joint City Deportivo Puerta de Hierro, or something, but when my parents took me to me that name was reminiscent of Franco, "Park Association." The pool remains the same, facilities, although renovated, I believe they are still in the same place, and I swear that the trees under which you can sit and eat were the same as in my time.

I was watching my daughter fought with her mother because she did not want him to take more creams, how to throw in what she thought a bomb wonderful, how she challenged herself to reach the ladder diving, how to put in front of the jet of water leaving the pool and was surprised that there were more people there, So what's hot. Then he went and lay in the sun on the tiles, because it is much better than in the towel, and, shivering in spite of everything, looked under the arm the silhouette of the mountain of El Pardo, this sure has not changed anything one century to another. I walked over and said, "What do you fancy a polo orange?". "Yes!" He cried, and I'm staring in awe, amazed that her father had read my mind.