Today has been a year since a judge issued the sentence that we became parents of Lola and her in our daughter. It was a very special day filled with emotions, nerves, and joys. At this time even toasted at home with her godparents and Alfonso Piluca the big news. It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun was shining and Spring had finally arrived in Madrid and our adoption process, after two and a half years of hard road. We stayed a few days to hold her, smell her, cuddly, and now we do every morning ... What memories, what nostalgia, I'd love to feel anything again. The rush of the day, the experience of the trip, the first time, stay in Addis Ababa ... Today
look and see how much it has grown so large that it is gorgeous and the loads of hair you have (I am not able to master), her big smile and full of teeth, her laughter, her first words ... I can not believe it's been a year now and have this feeling that I'm not enjoying to the fullest. The work, fatigue, everyday worries, all that they call every day that you eat is ground for the rest ... Ayssss, thus giving a new maternity leave !!!!!!!
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE FAMILY FRIENDLY BIRTHDAY TO SHARE WITH U.S. TODAY.
You were missed. And to this day did not go well, but later, we share many troubles of the road and celebrate the good news later. I miss those daily emails ... being a mother is what you have ... the time is now for them, who need a lot.
has come to our mailed a complaint about the operation of the Pavilion Salvador Gimeno. Here's the comment of Raul Blanco, one of its users:
This letter is on behalf of many users and my own, now sports users Salvador Gimeno located in our town, Sant Joan Despi. Lately, this Installation is offering us a very poor service, both the majority staff does not have qualifications, and services in general very little cleaning, maintenance deplorable, etc. We believe that we are paying very high shares in exchange for a zero service. We are now very angry, because it is useless to make claims or complaints, both in sports and in the municipality.
also want to refer, in the case of a worker recently fired unjustly for one reason to be attributed entirely false, the law has gone completely innocent and then the enterprise with SEAE Salvador Gimeno, which manages had to admit that havia been unfairly dismissed. Policy really has no professional or management as carrying a facility would be worthwhile for the council put the cards on the table. We
a solution to all these problems and we would like this person to have usurped his job to return, because it was one of the few truly wise perform their job function-
hope
This letter is not one more.
Sincerely, Raul Blanco
edit the entry to give voice to another user, called Francesc Masnou, who writes other mail in the same direction:
I read the letter which has been a user of sports Salvador Gimeno, I totally agree and I join him and the many users who are coming to the facility, is paying the monthly fees or annual or daily entries. Lately
is true that the service is very poor, there is no organization or no control. The Misses attend the reception we have neither the mere idea of \u200b\u200bknowing who is sitting behind a desk with the public. They are not prepared or at the administrative level or type of nigún have ethics, to solve any problems that arise. I acuardo the injustice of unfair dismissal to an employee recently completed in this area really was a very efficient in their work, and when she was not spent even half of incidents that are occurring now.
also want to point out the performance of activities by individuals that are applying the lessons, it seems that we are children, we are treated roughly and not very good manners, refusing many times to not take lessons if we are few. Many blame the policy certainly do not know or choose to motivate their staff, starting with themselves. also expected to be published this paper. Thanked Francesc Masnou
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take this opportunity to encourage all our readers to make their complaints and suggestions of what goes on day after day of Sant Joan Despi writing an email to our email address or in the comments of the articles already published.
to mention only the most wonderful event for me filled with memories quinceañera dresses with corset and tulle to more valet style made in my workshop in Mendoza. To say the hours I spent designing dresses and between sketches, many mornings to make the cut of the cloth and sewing the whole process. Today six months later I feel the need to redesign and issue Sewing Courses, taking into account the number of friends who want to learn. I'll tell you again to resume tutoring here in Alicante and a future Mendoza, sure they will like her friends who want to learn to make their own clothing or party, so to have vested interests say and write POSE inforiele@gmail.com for us to contact.
few days I've been immersed in the novel by John Carlin about Mandela, The human factor, and this weekend I went to see the film that made Clint Eastwood based on the same, Invictus.
I have to admit it was a total illiterate on the figure of this great person that the world has been fortunate to have among their own. I knew there was apartheid, racist system that tremendous invented by white South Africans who discriminated for years so brutal to their fellow blacks. He also knew that Mandela had fought against the system, so he was in jail and upon leaving she got away with the unjust apartheid and became South African president, and thus received the Nobel Peace Prize. But little else.
had no idea how it came around, how was the overwhelming personality of Nelson Mandela, his disciplined character, strength, courage and bravery, perseverance and patience, his intelligence. How they planned their strategy to achieve true democracy in South Africa from prison, how the bitter about all the suffering endured in his 27 years of cauteverio unable to sleep, much larger and stronger, to get freedom for its people, its people, blacks were considered citizens of second or third category for white Afrikaners. And how rejected violence and adopted against forgiveness, generosity and friendship as ways to arrive at true understanding.
And besides all this, conceived the bright idea of \u200b\u200busing sport to reach its goal, as a way to reconcile the resentments about the skepticism of others. And as I got to the end in the unforgettable World Cup Rugby 1995, which was not only one in which the South African team, the Springboks, he became champion, but it involved much more than that. Was the event which saw a nation that until very recently had been completely divided between black and white, fully united with a common purpose: to support their team in order to win the championship. The country was really mirror the slogan they invented to promote rugby among the population, "one team, one country." And new flags waved in the stadium, including the typical colors of the black community, and sang the national anthem, which included the traditional Afrikaner and black people own, Knosi Sikelele, the Springboks were learned for the occasion . And when the final whistle blew, embraced black and white stage and in homes and bars across the country the people wept with emotion and joy that his country had won the championship.
few years earlier, but if there was the work of Mandela, would have been unthinkable thing. Rugby, considered one of the most obvious exponents of apartheid, was a sport that hated blacks. And that hatred led them to veto their participation in world competitions.
But it would be unfair not to say that Mandela was just work all that happened. Without the readiness and willingness of many people, without the wisdom and courage other, without the efforts of many, why not say it without feeling guilty of some, the whole story that the book would not have been written Carlin. Kobie Coetsee, Botha, De Klerk, the brothers Viljoen, Francois Du Plessis and Pienard, captain of the Springboks, among others, are some of the people featured in the book and whose participation is important in one way or another.
I was very impressed to know that important things were happening in South Africa, and momentous for the world, as recently, when I was finishing college, and knew so little of it.
I say momentous for the world because what happened there Mandela was something extraordinary that should serve as an example to all our lives. What would the world be if there were more Mandelas in other parts of the world? Mandelas many we need! Lately
only write negative things on the blog and have decided it is time to change of pace. Beyond the everyday burdens, the economy, accumulated fatigue, lack of time and all these things, my life is full of special moments that give me strength and joy to shoot pa 'lante and minimize those other things not so nice that all mortals have to suffer.
Any day from Monday to Thursday would be more or less as follows. "Honey, it's time to get up." This phrase says my husband and I whispered in a voice that leaves me almost no body answer: "mmmm, what time is it?", "Are the 7" he says and I beg you "five minutes please. " Then I set the alarm for me that little bit more and he is going to walk the dog. The day starts badly, because make no mistake, early, except for a Despistaos, is disliked by almost anyone. But worse would be if the first sound you hear before you open your eye off the horrible ring the alarm ring. So I am grateful to my dear husband who has the delicacy of waking up this way. When
it put a foot on the ground go straight to the shower and when I'm dressed normally come with Mambo Ramón their morning walk is not always desirable. And then you place one of those cool moments to which I referred earlier. When you hear the door, Lola greets from his crib with a very clear "hello" that is both a way of saying he's hungry and wants his bibe. But the very slut says with that naughty smile is I can not help running to give you a mouth. And take me into bed for Lucy to give some hugs to wake her because at that time is totally groggy (excluding weekends, often waking up at the same time, wake up).
Then we all go to the kitchen for breakfast and if all goes well and no unforeseen circumstances such as anger most wanted to stay in bed or do not want breakfast or any of them is pocha and gives to vomit or something similar, we enjoyed another nice family gathering.
This space time from which we wake up until everyone arrives at their place of work or studies is an adventure. All parents will understand me perfectly. Usually quite stressful usually because children do not understand that time we invented the greatest and do things their own way and pace. It is difficult then to explain to your boss that you're late to the office because your daughter had to finish drawing a butterfly to a friend cole or because he happened to ask what was the mythology or how much I had taken the floor where you live (based on real events) and, of course, your 6 year old daughter is not satisfied with an answer either, until it is clear not stop asking. You have two options, settling the issue shouting authoritarian father and plan to stay with a bad body pa what (and your little girl crying with reason) or patiently trying to find words to explain adequately the issue of his age. And that, at 8 am, with another 1-year-old girl pulling your pants and sleep deprivation is muuuuuuuuyyyy difficult. But when you work out, you grow, hey, how good you feel.
Afterwards we all whistling to the respective gigs in the same car because we now have a messed up, and let me first to me in front of the metro. In the mirror I see my two princesses of the hand. Now Lola to go hand in hand of his sister in the car. The other evening Lucia did not take the meal right out of cole because he would not let go of her hand to her sister in the car if he cried. I was thrilled. Go two!
What comes then I will ignore, because I do not want to talk about work, maybe another day, I do not know. The case is that here I get disconnected and currant mode until it's time to leave. Hardly speak of my stuff in the office, also may be because I have little time on this site and I have much confidence with anybody yet.
When I leave, change back the chip and start thinking about everything else. For now we must pick up the dwarfs. Lola's first save and then to Lucy. Today we went together and I Ramon by smallish. As we go into a spin is put and running around the class, laughing nonstop. He likes to chase her. Then protest when we put the coat, how little she likes to be handled! Afterwards we walk, no longer in arms, to the car. She loves to walk, I think she feels larger.
Sometimes we go with her to find her sister to school, others, like today, no. And then As you hear the keys in the door and hears the voice of his sister, goes like a rocket to give him a hug and say "hello." This is another magical moment for me. Warms my heart to see that they want both. Until recently, Lola hit and bit her sister, but also played and laughed a lot with her, but consented to give her a hug. But now ... quite the contrary. And it's great to see them well. I was very afraid of the possible jealousy between sisters, especially the largest to the small, but the opposite has occurred mainly in the small to the largest. What I find curious, though I know it is also common. But as normal it is, no doubt that parents enjoy seeing a lot of brothers getting along and if top are playing, laughing and dancing like my two Payasitas this afternoon, all the better. This is one of the songs I have danced, our latest "acquisition" of the public library, World Playground CD disc seal Volume 2 Putumayo :
After this period of warpage I've already had enough daily ration of joy, but it does not stop there. The evening has its one, is somewhat similar to the morning, only now hurry because girls go to bed early to leave you too soon to bed and before having a mini little while to chat with your partner if you have the strength. Because the evening is full of tasks, that your eldest daughter is doing homework while little not for a minute touching everything around the house and behind you so you do not put your fingers in plugs and not your head open with a peak from somewhere. Bathing the baby. Ensure that you shower the most. Dress the baby. Ensure that the most out of the shower once and get dressed before catching his umpteenth cold. Give dwarf dinner and cooking dinner for the others. Lola bed. Taking the dog (this is always responsible for my husband, I must say, but the other things the two interchangeably). The washer and dryer. Dinner. Take out the trash. Read a story to Lucia. Bed. Collect kitchen. And sometimes, cooking for the next day. And among all these tasks, there is still a loophole for the good times, which are, for example, the while Lola splashes like crazy in the water and bathes me step to me and talks with Lucy before sleeping, which are some of the most interesting conversations I have and I ever had. Children to discuss include milk, you're left almost all the time ironing. I love it.
And I have to finish one or two hours to chat with Ramon and / or watch some TV, lately we are hooked on "How I Met Your Mother", which is a very funny comedy, which at first reminds you of Friends but then you realize that has nothing to do. Other nights, like this, I get energy out of nowhere, I start my computer and write in this blog.
