Thursday, August 31, 2006

Sportbike Tire What Do The Numbers Mean

Only By The Situation

I to "Blog Day Noantri" I did not participate. A little 'because, believe me, I do not have much time in recent days and a bit' because I could not recommend, among those I have already linked to a blog rather than another. Why do you all have a story to tell and do it all very bene, nel vostro modo unico e personalissimo.
Questo post, quindi, non fa parte del "Blog Day", né del "Blog Day de Noantri", ma è solo un promemoria. Voglio solo ricordarmi di ringraziare due persone in modo particolare: Pinklady , che fin dai miei primissimi giorni da blogger ha letto, vissuto e dato la sua sempre acuta opinione sulle mie avventure da emigrante per amore. Per me è sempre un piacere leggere le sue parole e le auguro di cuore di raggiungere in fretta il successo che merita.

La seconda persona che voglio ringraziare è Dearwanda . Ci conosciamo da poco, ma a pensarci mi sembra strano. Spesso la mattina non vedo l'ora di accendere il pc per poter leggere cosa ha scritto, dall'altra parte del mondo, questa ragazza che non ho mai nemmeno visto e che, malgrado questo, mi sembra di conoscere da una vita. L'amicizia, Wanda, a volte prende forme insolite e inaspettate. Per fortuna.

Un grazie extra anche a Duss , a Dioniso e ad Isa . Persone intelligenti e tante, tantissime risate!

Continua...!

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Separate Wedding And Reception



Casini, casini e ancora casini! Non basta il famigerato impacchettamento, ci si mettono anche i soliti imprevisti e le probabilità. Mi sento come il fiaschetto sul tabellone del Monopoli, che esaurimento!

Dunque, viviamo in 2 camere and kitchen that look more like a basement: cardboard boxes everywhere, throw paper bags, plastic bags by throwing sacks of glass (divided by color, natürlich!) to throw. Never let me fall a little piece of plastic bag in the paper, because then I have to even argue with my Teutonic half because I'm not paying sufficient attention to the fate of the environment. And Oh well '.
In Rome, my best friend is going through a period unpleasant and painful and I can not be close if not over the phone, then a couple of days I tattooed the handset to your ear and I do everything with one hand (I'm specializing Yesterday I've even done the bathroom with the phone!). The Tax
Mannheim, or the local tax office sends us an account to pay on average every two weeks on the new house. How much do you pay in the end, this new apartment? Nobody knows.

I have a hormonal storm in progress, due to long PMS. I'm sick and it is very dangerous to be close to me. Sean knows it and, to date, carefully avoids creating irritating situations like speak to me for more than 3 times a night. Wise man.

In the picture, three of my fixations edible German:
the first is a dressing for salad (Salat Krönung Coronation mean salad!) Which I can not do without. The second is to chocolate muesli, here in the "if-then-and-rest-no?" , Ie the pack of 2 kg taken from Sean at the supermarket. Finally
yogurt Landliebe. If you've never tasted yogurt this Raspberry (or blueberry!), You do not know really know what yogurt Raspberry (or blueberry).
There would be a fourth, setting edible: the pretzel. Unfortunately, the poor did not survive until the time of the photo.
Next time, maybe!

Monday, August 28, 2006

Film On Tongue After Coffee

Waiting time X

In anticipation time X, to be triggered on September 17, we have spent the last day to empty cupboards and bookshelves and throw away old stuff. Frankly I can not wait to move because of being in here I really can not anymore. The previous owner began moving this week and I sincerely hope that I can finish before 17 September.

Before we move, however, renovate the bathroom, which is actually a scary room with pink health (ROSA!), brown floor (MARRONE!) and black shower (yeah, yeah, I wrote BLACK!). We describe the kitchen-style "camouflage" the guy who generously left us. But I pity you and save you today.

Two words on baths in Germany. In these parts it is customary to have the toilet in a room and the rest of the bathroom in another, it is obvious the presence of a window, while it is almost taken for granted the absence of a bidet.
Now, in view of what I have just written, we decided we would, indeed, to renovate the bathroom and we went a bit 'around to be aware of prices.
The company that we contacted sent us the quote last week and nearly faint from the shock: € 11,700 was their request, in 7300 and the rest working for the materials.
goes without saying that we must now find another firm to do the work at a lower price, but in Germany it is not easy, because manual labor is paid very well and a worker of this type do not take less than 20-25 € time. Absolutely right, of course, but not for my pocket. The greatest danger

is that Sean decides to do everything myself. So far I managed to convince him that it would not be able, but I do not know what will last. But because men are more confident of being able to do everything from plumbers to electricians, passing for chefs, gardeners and so on and so forth?

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Getting Bearings Out Of Metal Core Wheels



Rieducational Channel # 1

I miss, here. Although in fact missing in Italy to you!
I did not know which one to choose to put on the blog, I finally got the first one that happened! Enjoy!

I'm laughing like mad, trying to explain the reasons for Sean, but this is to explain impossible!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Double Curtain Rod Ideas

The Turn!

For the past two days to receive visits from an anonymous blog that is linked to Fininvest.
that "he" wants to offer me a deal?!
What we want to write fiction?
Maybe a sort of Dallas Noantri!
The casting is open, let us not be unprepared to find, we make the shape of peracottari!
who you aim in the role of JR?

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Actresses In Litstorne Advert

Twilight

you ever been left? Have you ever left someone? Surely at least one of these two experiences did you try and just as certainly not been a pleasant thing.

Sometimes you get to a point in a relationship where you can not go on. Not for something that has happened, but rather for a incopatibilità background. You deep thinking for days asking whether it is only a temporary crisis, if you can still save something. But do not talk about it, it's over. And this time, deep thinking about what you say, how to say it and when. Days pass, spend their nights and you are not the right words.

Then finally you find yourself face to face with the unsuspecting mate 'and you think you would rather be at home watching any of the programs of Maria De Filippi, rather than look into his eyes and tell him how things are.
You do not pay someone to take matters?

Well, we thought someone in Germany! Contacting the Trennungsagentur can finally lift the soul from this tedious task and with a - I would say definitely - small fee, you can now download your partner without sleepless nights and not even want to look at the De Filippi.

For € 19.95 you can choose between two convenient options, as appropriate: "I leave you, but let's be friends" or the more dramatic "Leave me alone," both performed by telephone.
For € 29.95, however, the agency takes care of the person to write a letter on your behalf, following your instructions and your wishes.
Finally, the most effective solution: for only € 49.95 (children, is a bargain!) The agency sends a incaricato in loco - e dico in loco - per comunicare la tua decisione al diretto interessato. Da notare che si può scegliere anche il tono della conversazione, che può andare da "delicato" a "senza pietà".

Insomma, l'efficienza tedesca al tuo servizio. E se non è efficienza questa!

Santo Cielo, dove andremo a finire, diceva sempre la mia nonnina. Ah, quanto aveva ragione!


Friday, August 18, 2006

Sample Welcome Message

friends near and far

Tutte le sere, dopo cena, facciamo una chiacchierata telefonica con un nostro caro amico che l'anno scorso si è trasferito ad Aachen. Vederlo andare via è stato difficile, per Sean soprattutto, ma anche per me, because he was the first person I met here and because I love him.
worked as speakers in a popular local radio but, after several misunderstandings and disagreements with the boss, decided to find a job elsewhere and left.
Unfortunately, things did not go right in the right direction. Last night, after having opened a bottle of wine - and probably after having drunk nearly all - has called us confess that we lack, that he feels lonely. He told me that life has made a bad joke, because he now has everything she dreamed of having that is a job she loves, which rewards him with success and that's a beautiful house that contains beautiful objects, a fair amount of money that would allow him a life very, very nice. But it is only

.

What are you doing with the money if you do not have anyone to spend it, asked me last night. I could not answer him. I wanted to pull his morale and reassure him, but the truth is that I understand.
The truth is that objects are nothing more than accessories. The truth is that we had fun as hell when he lived in Mannheim and at the last minute we called him to invite him to dinner at the apartment that is ugly and battered, which has reinforced concrete walls, and there you can even attach a picture, which has a kitchen as big as a closet and in both there is that smell of curry forever because of the Indian restaurant on the ground floor. And with the old sofa with the springs dancers, mismatched glasses. We did notice it, or maybe he just does not matter. The important thing was to get together, share, throw a few laughs over a bad day and cleanse the soul from evil thoughts.

You can live without friends? No, I do not think so. I've been single for a while and I felt alone, of course, but I would never have been able to get where I am today without my friends. I would not be what they are, without them. And I do not have many, by the way, but those three or four that I carry around for ages and I love no matter what.
and new friends, those I have met here, are also valuable. I consider them una fortuna, una manna vera e propria. Vivere qui, senza di loro, non sarebbe la stessa cosa e gli voglio già un gran bene, anche se non li conosco da molto.
E preziosi siete anche voi, quelli del blog, quelli a cui certe volte mi sforzo di dare un volto ma che in realtà non mi serve perché siete già favolosi così. Mi fate ridere, mi fate anche commuovere, a volte, e mi fate tanta compagnia. È una forma diversa e insolita di amicizia, perché difficilmente ci si potrà mai incontrare tutti per una birra e tante chiacchiere, ma io vi sento lo stesso vicini e questa cosa mi piace.
Perciò grazie a tutti : )

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Why Am I So Short And Hairy?

August

WARNING: POST AD ELEVATISSIMO Nonsense TEEN CONTENT! READ with caution.

Today is August. The day of the watermelons. The day of water balloon on the beach. The day of the barbecue.
Cruccoland But since I'm in now is not August. There are watermelons. We do not have beaches (if not those of the Rhine, but once I saw a rat in a black and ugly and has not set foot there!). The grill can not do, because it rains. And we have 14 degrees Celsius.

I should start today a new translation work that Sean has commissioned me to his office. He says that I can do (it's official: the boy loves me!:)), But I decided that I take a break. At the bottom are the boss, or not? And then I'm more productive in the evening!

I could use this time to the most highly cultural purposes and instead, as with some girls bloggers are talking about male beauty and charm and since I have just finished rereading "High Fidelity" by Nick Hornby, I draw inspiration and style of casting and without think about it, my personal Top 5 sexiest men known (and mind you, known ) in life:
  1. Bono
  2. John Cusack
  3. Colin Firth
  4. Johnny Depp
  5. Xavier Naidoo
And then I'll explain. Bono, the the word itself, in the days of One (original version) is completely undefeated. Her voice enchants and gestures exude beauty from every pore.
John Cusack, star of the film at random from the book that inspired this post, it is ironic and somewhat sad that type that you'll never tire of watching.
Colin Firth, elegant and charming heir of its original version and that is Cary Grant.
Johnny Depp: what can we say? A man for all seasons. For more rocker with soul, which never hurts.
Xavier Naidoo. But again, girls, this man is a delight. Soft and sensual, good and bad guy at the same time. Observe well the last scene of the video that I proposed on Saturday, it! Too bad the ugly tail, but you can not have everything!

deserves a chapter of Richard Gere, for what concerns me is always the best. But over and above the number 1 there is nothing that is unclassifiable.

Anyways, 'I'm going to take back the vocabulary. Guadagnamoci the loaf, the watermelon is over.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Does Menstruation Make You More Sensitive To Pain

The Sky Above Mannheim

you know those songs that you hear once and you are planted in the heart forever? This for me is one of those. Kidnapped by the chorus that turns me in the head even when I hear the music, under a sky that I've never seen so beautiful, I will leave as a wish for peace. Ché ce n'è bisogno e noi, gente, siamo davvero Fortunati , non ce lo dimentichiamo mai.

Was wir alleine nicht schaffen
Das schaffen wir dann zusammen
Dazu brauchen wir keinerlei Waffen
Unsere Waffe nennt sich unser Verstand
Und was wir alleine nicht schaffen
Das schaffen wir dann zusammen
Nur wir müssen geduldig sein
Dann dauert es nicht mehr lang

libera traduzione:
What we can not do alone, then we will set

why we do not need no weapons
our weapon is called Reason
And what we can not do for ourselves then we will set

We just have to be patient
Why will not last much more

Two lines on Xavier Naidoo: It is one of our most famous citizens in Germany. Born and raised in Mannheim, sensitive and intelligent writing music and sings with a voice resounding in my opinion. Very good live. I would say "shame that songs in German, but I actually really like this detail and begin to use it instead of some lessons of the language course. Good evening
at all.

Friday, August 11, 2006

First Period After Giving Birth

Le Freak c'est chic

Here I am, I went back, the holiday is over. And apparently, it is also the summer. At least in Germany.
Needless to say, I was greeted again by mouse-gray sky, the rain and a pleasant temperature is around 15 degrees. Not bad!

The trip was uneventful. Meanwhile, the foiled terrorist attacks in London. Maybe not the most relaxing
news when you catch a plane. But I do not like me to affect the lives - and much less travel, and who advised me yesterday to avoid the Fiumicino airport in Frankfurt and, above all, I made a fart! Also because I did not see a effettivo pericolo.
In aeroporto si respirava un'aria vagamente inquieta, ma le persone con cui ho avuto modo di parlare (l'aereo ha avuto 2 ore di ritardo!), erano tutte molto rilassate. A quanto ci è stato detto, però, molti ieri hanno rimandato la partenza a tempi migliori annullando i propri viaggi.
Come ho scritto nei giorni precedenti, io ho avuto difficoltà a trovare un posto sul volo di ieri per Francoforte. E invece l'aereo non contava più di una cinquantina di passeggeri, segno che qualcuno ci ha ripensato. Parecchi voli, compreso il mio, hanno subito ritardi, ma alla fine anche quelli per Londra sono partiti in serata.

Ieri, poi, mi è capitato di sedermi vicina ad un personaggio tra i più bizarre ever known. Almost two-hour flight next to a talkative freak who has not left me a second to read my beloved Focus (who reads the blog for the longest time knows I can not fly without reading Focus!) And I did brief summary of his life, travel and work. Little has served him notice my headache or browse through the pages of the newspaper expressing his wish to read: he has continued undaunted to provide details of his life, including the private one, and got me on my questions. Aaaargh, what a bore!

But until landing I did not realize the extent to which the guy was out like a doormat! As the plane was heading to the parking lot, in fact, I accorgo che il teutonico fricchettone aveva iniziato a piangere. Stupita, gli chiedo il motivo delle sue lacrime e lui mi guarda con aria sconcertata e mi spiega che ogni volta che finisce un viaggio in aereo, lui si sente immensamente in colpa per aver danneggiato l'ambiente in maniera irrimediabile, perché ogni volo consuma decine e decine di litri di carburante che insozzano l'aria. Si asciuga le lacrime e, un secondo dopo, è di nuovo sorridente e allegro come se nulla fosse successo.
E a quel punto, io mi affretto verso il ritiro bagagli con aria vaga e non vedo l'ora di riabbracciare Sean che già mi aspetta fuori con l'aria annoiata!
Sono di nuovo a casa!

Friday, August 4, 2006

Does Victoria's Secret Drug Test?

Houston, we have a problem ...


Per una serie di coincidenze sfavorevoli e anche per una buona dose di sfiga, non posso tornare a Mannheim prima di giovedì prossimo. Questioni di biglietterie e prenotazioni, problemucci sciocchi ma decisivi. Non è questo il periodo migliore per prenotare all'ultimo minuto, lo so, ma non avevo altra scelta.


Un po' di tempo in più da dedicare alla mia famiglia non mi dispiace, anche perché forse non ci rivedremo che a Natale. Però mi manca anche casa.
Non è facile da gestire, questo cuore diviso a metà. Ma adesso non ho il tempo, né la voglia di snocciolare la questione.

Stasera conoscerò di persona Sofia, the daughter of a dear friend who showed me the courtesy of being born before I left! Welcome, sweet Sofia. Brava, timing is everything in life!