5 Month Old Smelly Uring

Friday, 30 April two thousand and ten

I have a rather precise and poignant remembrance of little bits of pins on Marianne the bill for a hundred bullets. Small, it intrigued me a lot this woman bayonet half naked with his big flag at arms length. She had a volunteer even if I thought his face was not very well drawn. Especially at his side, there was this kid in beret - a little sad - his two big guns and small flannel vest. Two very firm tits, a kid armed to the teeth ... Me he was pondering the hundred-franc note. I wondered who they were, this woman and this kid motivated galliard. The mother and her son? A whore and a street kid so Montmartre? I did not know ... What I knew was that I I also big guns in plastic and look a little sad. And when I ran into the garden with my big guns, then I would have liked to have with me this great Madame shirtless with his flag. It would have been class and I could put down her tits. But no. At the time I just had my little brother. However he also had big guns and maybe he fantasized about this 100-franc note ... What escaped me a little revenge on that beautiful paper money to study how the blood was the face of this man with a mustache, austere desire, in the foreground. Already he had no neck. Or maybe he was cold and he had returned his head into his neck. It was possible. We do that sometimes, back her head in her neck when you're cold. But then the lady behind with her breasts in the air, it would be really warmed compared to the old man in front. And who was that guy? I mean who was this woman and this kid? The boy's dad? Funny Dad leaves his kid run with two big guns next to a naked woman. The husband of the lady? Funny husband leaving his wife to run naked next to a kid with two big guns. There was in this drawing something incongruous that aroused in me a lot of questions quite varied ...
One day at the back of a shop where they make a purchase, I asked my father who was this woman on the ticket of one hundred francs.
Marianne.
Marianne ... That's what he told me my father. Just a name like that, nothing else. Without hesitation. The woman with beautiful breasts called Marianne and my father knew. Since he knew her name, without hesitation. A bit like he knew the name of some large-chested women generously rounded the Saint-Denis - where he was working - who called him by name and with whom he often joked in passing. Shortcuts. Deductions. Amalgams. Associations. At eight years in any case, I concluded already that Marianne was indeed a whore in the Rue Saint-Denis and the little guy with him a poor kid in the street ... Tomorrow in crisis! The other
Nicolas

Sample Program For Debut

Make me laugh

You've seen the last webisode Chronicles of an unfit mother? One entitled "How often should I rotate his tongue again?"

If you have not seen, I recommend it. Not only is it very funny, but it also shows, in all its glory, the work of screenwriting that Miryam Bouchard conducted. Indeed, when I wrote the original blog entry , July 21, 2006, I left an open question. Specifically, I had not said how we responded to eldest daughter asked me what it meant to "Go back". Faced with this blatant act of cowardice, Miriam did not hesitate: she has invented. And the result is a tribute worthy of Father ...



*** Hey, speaking of Mother webisodes unworthy, a spectacular course has been taken this week: more than 10,000 fans on their Facebook page ! To see this, I feel grateful mood. First to you all for being there! Then Father unworthy to that in the last few miles, has valiantly twisted an arm to colleagues and to their sweethearts to get them to go without. Honey, you're the best! And thank you also on Radio-Can and Jimmy Lee, because they were not there, I never thought of doing it myself, Web TV, you never ask if you prefer reviews written or on screen, and Marie-Hélène Thibault never got the part of his life. ;-) ***



Finally, two to three words on Baby. Who settles down, but still the same, basically, as evidenced by these few slices of life:

Baby, "Mom, make me laugh."
MI: "Hello, my name is Pee-Poo-Proutte and I stink! "
(Silence)
Baby:" It makes me not laugh. "
MI:" Well, you're out of your anal phase? "
Baby" AHAHAHAHAHAH! "

*

baby: "Mommy, make me laugh."
MI: "Uh, I ... I am a shrimp that lives in panties? "
(Silence)
Baby:" No. "
(whereupon I banged his head on the corner of the table, picking up a pencil.)
Baby: "AHAHAHAHAHAH!"

*

Elder Daughter and I. " AHAHAHAHAH !"
Baby: "No. It makes me not laugh. "

*

Baby at daycare (packed) of Eldest Daughter: "Mamaaaan why your mouth it smells REALLY BAD? It smells like a fart ... funny clown! AHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Childcare crowded "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
MI: "No. It makes me not laugh."

What To Serve With Boudain

Tuesday, September 20 avril two thousand and ten ten

Give us Santa Claus! He was expected 364 days a year, who was followed closely by the bogeyman (but ultimately never came, of course), in whom we could put all our hopes, all our wildest dreams ... The Palace of Wonders, up there somewhere under the snow, we worked hard during the summer months. Dreams celluloid, metal, lacquer, rustling of paper, curling ribbon glitter, happiness, well packaged ... The Christmas windows on the boulevards to wait one or two way Jugnot Santas, roasted chestnuts in paper bags ... But Father does not exist, it no longer exists. In
rays toys today, little tracking: a colorful piggy bank of china made in China bigger than a rice cooker from the same manufacturer without doubt, a cash register with scaner incorporated (much faster and convenient than the old model crank Madam!), a rack of bundles of euro banknotes (mostly clippings 50, 100, 200 and 500 euros), a board game whose object is to know "Who is the richest," etc., etc. ... I am disgusted
(once again you ask me) but this crisis makes dreams of small bankers sore thirteenth month. Our little darlings want of money, even more money, be worth millions, if not the richest ... In ten or fifteen years, our company has more than schoolteachers, nurses, veterinarians, firefighters , policemen, gendarmes ... but just thieves. Tomorrow in crisis!
Rattlesnake wintering

Velocity Scooter Review

Sunday April 8 two thousand and ten

airspace closed. Eyjafjallajökull sprinkled Europe from basalt, silica and sulfur dioxide. "A taste of what will be the end of the world" some say ... "an economic disaster for the airlines" (147 million revenue loss) evaluate others. Outside, the sky is so lenient. Not a cloud, not a dust ... Just a grain of sand in the gears. The planet is also in crisis but this time there is nothing to do. So you wait ... that airspace reopens. "Airspace" ... there were so one. This has taken much for Eyjafjallajökull has continued to slumber quietly and that we never take consciousness. To "air" in the dictionary, I can read: lively, perky, bouncy, agile, alert, responsive, lively ... So there was all this over our heads. So I expect that airspace opens again, it's a beautiful perspective. Tomorrow in crisis!
Rattlesnake wintering

Ed Hardy The Same Guy

Thursday, 15 April two thousand and ten

Napoli, with Ariane

"Invitation" by principessa NH MS, post-cynical worldly "I am in pre-bankruptcy, to spend Christmas week in his Palazzo Marigliano , Naples.
ceremonious, she called this place which serves the same time, contemporary art gallery, "Purgatorio", the name of a nearby alley, right in the monumental center. 35 9am
off Roissy Charles de Gaulle, 3 ° C.
Through the window of the Airbus 320, the geometry of the snowy landscape. Home
arriving on a flight
cloud
storm
omen
starlings
Piazza Plebiscito
17 ° C, sunny skies.
La Principessa di cartone made carpet trade, and negotiates with mafia rental Pallazzo fracassato the dilapidated facilities, deterring its "guests" to bail out of cooking pizza neighbors. False
particle fantasized relationship with a celebrity art, a collection of copies of conceptual works, waste customized Deco style She's 80, works lettrists provocations outdated.
"Everyone is a Disappointment," notes a typo sententiously of Elzevir red on a large panel of Plexiglas black deposit left penniless by friends, she sets out double in a warehouse that serves as a gallery for "openings" in slippers, not to mess kilims.
RK, invented lover, she strives to disseminate in apartment proof of life, letters, newspaper articles, photos blurred, ostensibly signed bookplate, dummy traces left by this novel bisexual American with whom she organized a hypothetical literary orgies and pornography.
imaginary Studies in Cairo, eventful life of adventurer magazine in the world of uninhibited artistic and intellectual salons internationally.
The "Purgatory", poorly lit, completely abandoned, furnished evidence of recovery intimidating and rickety, cramped bathrooms, son raw electric current along the walls, light bulbs naked trembling, hesitant heaters, appliances defective, tiny kitchen and discouraging.
No wardrobe, dresser or storage: Filin steel hangers unpractical, cash planed bedside.
Carpet:
crude cement floor covered with woven Moroccan kilim bedspreads, sofa covers, curtains for doors.
Terrace tiled terra cotta smashed
Sublime for breakfast "
populated scrap Christ rusty
heavy glass table
cracked bone in two garden chairs,
Full moon:
Old couple dreaming on the terrace.
snob " aesthetic coded for the elite.
Despite the distress location, corner of these ruins haunted
cracked columns, balconies suspended
precarious maze and fascinating
are terribly romantic.
Palazzio Marigliano
sumptuous and shattered
echoes of fans clapping courtesans, stairs basalt
charm cracked marbles abandoned,
Remains floured pizza and volcanic ash accumulated.
In the courtyard with large blocks of lava from Vesuvius, the old keeper, representative of Cosa Nostra, check with the bonhomie comings and goings of ghosts prancing horses of yesteryear.
In our room, an installation created by a brush conceptual artist.
I complete the work with a brush bought at the drugstore Via dei Tribunale.
Lamp Deco trend, wire, from a bottle of dishwashing liquid in the living room of "Purgatory".
Crossing mirror
Municipal Lighting DIY dustbin lid in a green plastic on the corner of Via del Paradiso.
Napoli is sick, deserted by tourists,
garbage strikes, epidemics
,
cholera
basement undermined by the sea
tribal superstition, poverty
,
violence
political
ecclesiastical
Lotta Continua,
Camorra
Corruption office.
as many churches as cafes, cappuccino as Capuchins.
Pulcinella, feet in salt water, drowned in holy water.
Theft starlings, nobody leads the overall leader, hierarchy, everyone follows the neighbor. All
Napoli could get into the crater of Vesuvius, if a kid accidentally slipped there.
narrow alleys, paving the black volcanic plowed by the Klaxons Vespas impatient irritated. My Tarot
Beline had predicted that the stay does not happen as expected, but it would be great.
When my clock right now it's dead, I do not know what he has, he tells me that bullshit.
Jacques di Donato,
(clarinetist, drummer, popular dance, Stockhausen, free jazz, Mozart, Boulez, international tours, master in karate, he taught me the tomato sauce)
and I
during a dinner a restaurant in the Faubourg Saint Antoine
have established a rule: When
our walks take us to places
Bistrot
garden
Apartments
private or public
hotel, anywhere, sleeping
Where an instrument which we can take some notes,
provide three minutes of music to people.
In Naples, I play: A
blues in E on acoustic guitar hanging on the wall of a restaurant Capo di Monte.
A Neapolitan melody on accordion sitting on a suitcase with a pair of
mandolinists gypsy wearing boaters
Sidewalk Via Toledo. From
djembe, sunset, on a padded bench in Piazza Bellini with a rhythm of adolescents in crisis face book neo afro.
"My favorite things" at Café Gambrinus, at the request of a butler who dance for joy on the Steinway grand tune the new art exhibition.
improvisation jazz piano study in a middle chromo Titanic, the American Center in Santa Lucia, Christmas Eve, Mount Vesuvius to the window
The bartender dreams of his family evening:
"Natale? chiuso.
Natale, midnight mass
Duomo cathedral with the envoy of Pope
I offered a mantilla Ariane
Procession grimacing caricatures
Messy blow for Christ
Ecclesiastical jaded big fat greet the congregation with indifference
negro with umbrellas, incense, gold and silver, celluloid Gesu Breakfast in arms tired of mitred prelate
People hug, we shake hands with fervor Napoli chiuso,
Everything is in black echo lanes
nothing to fear under the protection of the concierge of Cosa Nostra, is being cooked pasta by Di Donato, in a bowl aluminum mini kitchen Purgatorio
The night is beautiful and the Camorra will not know anything See you tomorrow ...
in crisis! Alceste

Nfl Players Jock Straps

Wednesday, 14 April two thousand and ten

Money has no smell. Money is dirty yet ... It is perhaps for why we should blanch. From time to time. Every time you say? Normal: time is money. You see we did not come out. It smothers outright. So open the window please. So let's take all our money out the window. It's fashionable. Really? Everything? Tickets: are bars that might hurt someone. Silver wound is not mortal, you respond. But it is you who say it. Have you ever talked to a villain? Already as cash had never happiness. Money unhappy it must do these things in the minds of these people! The wretches! By dint ... On the other hand they are getting value for money, like everyone else. Them, it's just the money they have not. It must be said that the money goes ... File ... Like a Porsche on a German motorway. After all they had to put their money aside. When they had. Finally is that the money should not they be so dear to these people. Yeah, there we are: too much money, yet life is priceless ... Phone. Police. Police Money? Many no doubt they have sold well. Anyway money attracts money, that's how. We can not do anything. In the policy as in everything. The money is burning their fingers. It is said that the police but it is also true for firefighters ... Stop. Stop. Enough about money. In France it is not about money. Yet I could lengthen this post at leisure and continue to tell you anything. Evidence that any money is good. Tomorrow in crisis! The other
Nicolas

Remington 870 At Walmart

Tuesday, 13 April two thousand and ten

Line 5, 11:15 p.m., between Bastille and Gare du Nord ... I do not know. She gets into the train: very young, barely twenty years old, blonde, thin, translucent complexion, a hot pink scarf tied around her frail shoulders. Articulates his mouth words that I do not understand, Miss K howling in my ears "We is all alone at night ... And it is expected that on the night itself ... / ... ... Doubt exists. "But I do not need to understand what this girl said, it reads on its face, and in the background from his eyes. I suddenly nauseated, she is too young for that ... What a shit! It lies along the corridor and stretches his hand toward each ... Tonight everybody nausea in the train. The pieces piled in his hand. It looks like the Little Match Girl. Is it trying to grill his last match? His last chance? From her, I have this image blurred because fly "in extremis" at the moment where it faces me and I am introducing my room too inconsistent. But I still have a bitter taste above the bottom of the belly near the nausea and another image that much stronger and do not leave me clinging to the bottom of me. It's like a bite. The pain is intense and tenacious. At tomorrow's crisis ...
Rattlesnake wintering

Sharp Pain In Hand Around The Thumb

Sunday, 11 April two thousand and ten

Petit calculation completely stupid: how did I spent on cigarettes since my first cigarette in hiding in the toilet of college? First cigarette that burns infects the throat and dizzy ... then we start the next day. Always so disgusting ... but by dint of hard to get better following, to sublime. And today I made this silly little calculation. Well, at the same time is Sunday, I already had a nap, French toast, extended two of laundry machines, painted some twenty wooden blocks for the job ... So I could allow me a few minutes absurd right? How? Eh, what? Forty Euro 1150! I hear him do "Ahhhhhh!" and other "Ohhhhhhh!", others more prolix "Ahhhhh fuck yeah!" ... Well, I must admit, it does not even move me. In fact, I do not care royally. What's done is done ... I issue just a little "Hmm ..." without special intonation. Because they were delicious ... well not all agree. But I appreciated very much. Especially those who calmed a good cry, which accompanied a good crisis of laughter or a great glass of wine, which kept me company during a lengthy wait on the platform of a station or before a silent phone ... The clouds accompanied both good and bad moments of my life, then yes, I care less what it could cost me. I could also do the math of how much I have spent with my therapist or pairs of shoes before my therapist ... or chocolate bars, beyond the phone plan, etc. But ... there I have no time, I have a chili cook and I must first find the recipe. Tomorrow in crisis!
Rattlesnake wintering

Ritetemp 8030c Manual Free

Friday, April 9 two miles ten

I feel good ... just time for a break. The sun warms my back and my soul, the laughter of children playing in the square rang out and seep through my open window. Chuttt ... say no more, no longer thinking about anything. Shut up. Suspend time ever in this insouciance to digress ... just tender ear this:

Fish in the sea you know how I feel River running
free you know how I feel
Blossom On The tree you know how I feel

Its a new dawn
Its a new day
Its a new life For me

And I'm Feeling Good
(Muse)

Rattlesnake wintering

Scorpio Male Loses Interest

Thursday, 8 April two thousand and ten

I hate this crisis ... finally. Unfailingly. Continuously. Much. Continue ... to make coloring in the middle of the night on behalf of a client victim of the crisis also appears to work and who has divided its fares by two (EDF or GDF but not ...), I continue successive layer of yellow saffron, golden yellow and yellow ocher. Between each layer, a cigarette (yes I know, if I stopped, I would be substantial savings, but it seems - well that's what we said that we should never quit in times of crisis if we take the dare dare acalmie back when!). In short, a layer of yellow, a cigarette out the window, etc ... Outside is a brand new gray Mercedes pulls double-parked under my window, two types leaving noisily. The passenger urine between two cars and the driver on the door of his own car. Piss on his Mercedes! ... It is breathtaking. A discussion followed on: "When Chuis really drunk ... raahhh damn ... ... I too want to pee! ". I close the window, this is too much for me ... Above my head a little girl cries every twenty minutes because it hurts his throat. She angina. so I can link layers of yellow, cigarettes and hugs for pain ... I hate this crisis ... assiduously. Perpetually. ... Forever Tomorrow in crisis!
Rattlesnake wintering

What Time Does The Goodwill Open

haphazard Book Fair and WebTV galore

First Things First, to quote another. I received an email from a nice organizers of the festival Little Luxuries, which focuses on cultural awareness in toddlers. It looks very nice (take a look on their website), and also gave me the GO few pairs of tickets for events, my time, very tempting:

- a pair of tickets to the gardener and Ginkgo (Théâtre Bouches disjointed and Theatre Maat) Sunday, May 9 to 14: 30 pm (4-6 years) at the Maison de la culture Maisonneuve.

- 2 pairs of tickets to Bizzarium , Saturday, May 8 at 20 pm (canceled if it rains) at Botanical Garden.

- a pair of tickets to 86 cm, of the Society of the Manatees (France) on May 16 at 15 pm (2-5 years) at the Maison de la culture Maisonneuve.

It gives me great pleasure to the offer, specifically the first people to claim them as a comment (remember to specify what activity interests you - limit of one pair of tickets per person commented).

Have fun!



*** If you are in Quebec City next weekend, come see me! I will be in position at the Bookfair for autographs at the following times ("J" to the joys of motherhood and "MI" for Mother unworthy):

Friday from 13h to 14h (J), from 19h to 20h (J) and from 20h to 21h (MI)
Saturday from 10:30 to 11:30 (MI), from 13h to 14h (MI) and 18h to 19h (MI) 19h to 20h (J)
Sunday from 14h to 15h (MI)

Hope to see you there!

***

Big day today for Mother unworthy WebTV: Radio-Canada will release the second season on TV tonight at 18:30, and immediately after the first episode of the third season will be posted on the Web. The third season will be furious ... I hope you enjoy!