Well.... once upon a time, there was a girl who had serious problems to not mess up a lot of things... and here you have the clear proof..

The Lentil Soup Tale

I usually always worked and studied since I was 16y.o.... and in adition I had very good marks at school!! I also had a boyfriend and, who the hell knows, I was a student's representative. But it doesn't mean that I'm smart, noooooooope! It was more about "charisma" I think... and well...What really happened is that I burned away all my intelligence in some 3 years, so now I'm quite a poodle-minded *lol*

So once, I was around a couple of weeks not working, and I studied in the afternoon, so I had all the morning free for me. What does it mean? I was in charge of cooking everyday for everybody. And one morning my mother gave me a call and she awoke me and asked me to cook a lentil soup. I had half of my brain asleep, and I began to do what my mother told me (such a nice girl! =) )

When I had all the ingredients into the pot, I sat down on the couch, just for a while... because I was sooooooooooooo tired.... and then, I closed my eyes, just to rest my eyelids a bit... Suddenly the phone rang!!! I jump out of the couch completely disoriented!!! WTF...¿?¿?¿?¿? It was my mom on the phone again;

- Hi Rakel... are you cooking what I told you?¿

-Yeeeeeeeeeeees, suuuuuuuuuuuuure!! *blinkingeyes+bigsmile*

- Are you sure?

-Yeeeeeeeeeees of course!!!

-Are you paying attention to the food on the fire?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿

-Yes mum!!! Of course I'm doing it!!

-Oh well... Paqui -Pagui is my aunt, she lives downstairs my parents- called me and she told me that she can smell something burning...

-Oh really?¿?¿ Well, it must be a neighbour, 'cause I'm taking care of the meal all the time.

By then I was just thinking "oh shit!!! not again! not again!!!!"... because it was the second time it happened the same week, and my father was really mad at me because of this... well, he was really fed up with me because I'm so so so so (or was?) absent-minded...

Just after hanging up I run to the kitchen!!! And when I looked into the pot, there was around 10 cms of black, completely carbonized substance impossible to identify on the bottom of the pot. I was just terrified, I had to make disappear the corpus delicti!!!

What to do?¿?¿?¿ I couldn't throw it away because they would realize about it!!! Then I decided to make it disappear throwing it away through the toilett (I KNOW!!! WHAT A BRIGHT IDEA!!!)

So I scratched the coal on the bottom of the pot, and I throw it all into the toilet... I flushed and... yes, of course... COMPLETE DISASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!! The coal was not disappearing, and instead of this, it worked as a plug and the level of water there inside begun to rise,... and to rise, and to rise... and it was getting closer and closer to the border of the toilet. Oh god!! I had a burnt meal and in adition a clogged up toilet...and soon a flood!!!!! I was quite sure that it was the last day of my short live *sick*

But sometimes I am in some sort of "luck"!! ^_^ And the water just stopped exactly at the border of the bowl!! I felt SO happy!!! I only had to wait a bit until the water seeps through the burnt shit and it will dissapear slowly...

And there u had me, standing in the toilet, looking into a flooded bowl. What a nice picture of myself But something went wrong... The water was there. It was not seeping through, not a litle bit... I checked the time, umh.... That water should hurry up, as I need time to clean the mess and cook a new lentil soup... And the water was there, still... I'm sure if water have had face... that water would have smiled at me!!!!!!!!!!

What to do...!!!!!!!!!!! The time was pressing and I was stucked in that situation!!! Then.... the divine inspiration!! I looked at my hands, first one, then the other... The pot and the ladle were still in my hands... I saw the pot.. then I sow the ladle... and I saw the pot, and the ladle....

NOTICE that I was young, unexperienced, half asleep and in a terrible desesperating situation!!!!

So yes, you are thinking right I just put the ladle into the bowl and put the burnt nasty shit into the pot again!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDD I only missed a stupid song or something while doing it "lee lo leeeeeeeeeeee lee lo leeeeeeeeeee" *lol* And then, yes, finally the water was seeping through!!!!!!!! I was so happy!! :_D

Then I only had to trhow away a spoonful of black shit and flush, over and over again until it all was away Then I cleaned and disinfected everything and cooked some new lentil soup.

Nobody never knew about it Well... until I told my mother one year ago or so... it happened more than 10 years ago and I'm not living anymore at my parents place so... they can't kill me

So well, would you like to come by to my place to dinner?¿ I could cook a nice lentil soup for you

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Espero que us agradi

Be, després d'un temps de mandra, desídia, migracions accidentades i altres qüestions tornem a tenir la web amunt... o no tant amunt, potser només levitant, potser que doni errors, per això us demano que m'ho feu saber en AQUEST POST i em comenteu com més explícitament pogue el que falla, si usa fa mandra, doncs res.

No donaré detalls íntims de la migració, per a mi ja, els "step by step" son avorrits.

En fi, aquest post és també de prova, a veure què passa.

Per primer cop en molt i molt de temps estic molt i molt content.

Això és el que passa quan tens un cap de setmana gairebé rodó... doncs be, jo he passat una setmana rodona.

Now, you can all shut the fuck up!

No os podeis imaginar lo que para un natural-born-cule significa lo que hoy ha pasado en una lejana villa (Villa y Corte) de la gran meseta ibérica.

Hoy presenciaba el partido con un elemento casi neutral un amigo argentino, recien iniciado (bueno, són sólo 3 años, para ser un culé converso de pleno derecho hace falta un poco más que eso) al gusto por el buen futbol azulgrana.

Yo, que ya llevaba unos 5 o 20 dias nervioso y expectante por el magno encuentro que hoy ha tenido lugar, miraba con curiosidad su expresión ante a los potentes destellos de las estrellas barcelonistas, y si bien admitía el gozo del espectáculo y la magnitud que tiene ganar tres a cero en el estadio del más encarnizado rival, todavía es ajeno a la chispa, al detonante que hace que esa cosa que la gente cree que es el alma crezca hacia afuera del propio cuerpo, traspase los poros de la piel, y produzca ese cosquilleo inconfundible.

Hace casi 30 años, siendo aún un ser incompleto viajé a Arcadia visité a mi madre en sus sueños y le dije: "Diga-li al papa que soc del Barça".

Esta pequeña leyenda familiar viene a reflejar esa capacidad que el Barça tiene para instituir comportamientos y sentimientos en un ser humano, yo soy otro en los prolegómenos y durante un derby, y cuando observo a alguien como mi amigo recién iniciado en el culto a mi equipo, me doy cuenta de la locura (afortunadamente transitoria y localizada en tan magnos eventos como el de hoy) que me ataca.

Es curioso como algo tan poco importante como el fútbol puede llegar a hacerme por momentos tan feliz, y como es capaz de relativizar cualquier otra situación personal. Muchos dirán que es absurdo, que es una pérdida de tiempo, un recurso fácil para olvidar cosas más trascendentes, pero no sólo de (política, literatura, ciencia, sexo, amor) vive el culé, y, hoy en día, en el futbol tengo un poco de todo ello

• Política y literatura: "El Barça i el franquisme" de Carles Santacana
• Ciencia: diseño de balones, estudios del CAR sobre el rendimiento deportivo, etc
• Sexo y amor: orgasmos como el de hoy y Ronaldinho

Para concluir:

"Madrí se queeeema, se quema madriiiiiií"

Una insinuación, una caida de ojos, una mano en la bragueta, un lametón en la oreja...

Si las mujeres supieran la realidad del poder inductor que tienen, Gloria Gaynor vería cumplido su sueño y veríamos hombres llover por todas partes... cayendo desde altos edificios por supuesto.

Cuando una punta de ese poder aflora, una serie de reacciones químicas suceden en el primario cerebro masculino, una especie de alcoholización, efecto psicotrópico, pentotal sódico, todos ellos inhibidores de la voluntad, convirtiendo al más tenaz, poderoso, masculino, inteligente y sagaz de los hombres en un vulgar muñeco de trapo.

Y es que así somos de débiles o así de fuertes son ellas.

Pero cual vacuna, cada éxito femenino que para el hombre resulta doloroso, nos inmuniza para la siguiente petición similar y más importante, para repetir lo que por primera vez hicimos.

Para variar me repito en mis rodeos iniciales, retórica introductoria en este caso excusadora del crimen cometido hacia my sensible anatomia, y es que, señoras y señores...

Ciertamente, este es el post más honrado que jamás he escrito.

Once he won some tickets on the radio for the theatre. The act in question was called “Waiting for Godoy...â€