Brazilian Big Mama Big Phat

Fresh & Clean - clean and fresh

There are some items that trigger memories, sometimes even just a smell or to trigger a sensation.

today by going to the bathroom in our office here at the bottom floor, I noticed u n object. Put there in the cabinet where we keep women items for survival and therefore: toothbrush, toothpaste, intimate wipes, combs and everything that can go to our sick minds. But not being an office of women only, now has the appearance of a new entry on closer inspection very unfeminine. If our towels are very small, pink, or CHILLY are called names like that, there he stands in the dark blue of the giant cylindrical Tubone of Fresh & Clean wipes. An absolute must for rental of my family. A boon in stops in roadside restaurants, when a child my mother us ava to clean our various orifices and our sticky hands. Maybe red from hours spent menarci (me and my brother) on the back seat of our family. The scent of these wipes is unforgettable. With the door closed behind me, in our blind tub (yes, because the bathrooms are all the rage now blind with fans that do not work!) I picked up the giant pipe, open the little cap, in smaller packs that invariably broke , and I breathed in that scent that always the same, took me back to summers in many many years ago.

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virtual communities?

more now communicate almost exclusively in a virtual way. Since the invention of the telephone in such forward. The letters have been lost a bit 'down the street, those lines a bit' wrong on which to show off its good or bad handwriting. Go to choose a stationery writing paper better, even scented.

Now there are faxes and emails even better. But now even these are exceeded: by Messenger. Real drug of our years, without which we would feel lost, isolated and abandoned. Ideal way to combine evenings, tell it, ask for advice. To let off steam, confide. Then the world of Facebook, where everyone knows each other, meet, chat, find old school friends, create groups, you associate with other groups. The tomb of the free time in practice.

this great desire to communicate, however, appear not to belong to the real world. One in which we are all locked in our cars, clinging to the shopping cart, alert and get our glove, our little bag to put in order all in single file. Relying less cash than to say pieces, we followed that simple rule. When someone who does not know it speaks to us we are always caught by a total mistrust. Squared from down, believing deeply that this person is going to hypnotize us, rob, cheat.

All this simple world, usually waiting for me out there as soon as I leave office, is dematerialized when I walk around with my mom. Women can enter by force in the "intimate sphere" of all people, bringing them from "being on its" stage "laughing, joking, telling the story of your life" in a few jokes. When you ride with her on the street, at bus stops, the eye in the waiting room, supermarket, in short, everywhere, is that eventually people could not wait to be "approach, which want to talk, to tell their stories. With the right person before I can tell you all sorts of details about their private life, children, husband, pets. Eating habits, tastes in clothing. I mean look at life through this "gap size" shows the other side of the people that keep hidden.

My Vision Looks Like A Kladiscope

Driiiiiiiin

E 'was a marathon. Not that it's over. Indeed we are close to the end. Do not talk about race, because that does not last long even if the difficulty is all. But here is your marathon. That's when you think it's over, that you can not do more, you are coming cramps, here is more the sign-25km to the end. I feel a little ' so.

Metaphors aside the move was really hard. I thought the best moment would open the door and say "this is my hour (= ours), but with the relentless pace that led us I got this sentence. I opened it, seen the color that had ugly walls and I thought "this pink pig will never be whiter ..". Then run, clean, transport, accommodation, brush, scotch, scour, wash. Well at some point you did not do more. Bello is also tiring.

The other day, after ten (say 10) days of waiting, it's time for small (large) satisfaction. Parking in the course Bosio in Pinerolo and go to a dance school which also plates and goblets. What is the relationship between the two activities is still unknown to me. Pick my two plates. And I run at home. I put them. A little to the intercom, a larger for the mailbox. That's so I can finally call home.