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Chlagada gada.

I'm negative FAQUE if you can not stand, get out. Thank you! Mouahahaha.
No, but instead of telling me that I have two wonderful days of vacation, I say polished, I'm left with only 2 days. Ah, because I do not count the weekend. No way, it does account not in the real holiday.

Monday. Monday, I'll be back at work. I can not believe my holidays are almost over. I have not done half of what I wanted to do it again. Brothel. Return to work, return to routine, the return of crissage camp out of bed to get up in the morning ... Oh p'tain. But I tell myself that if I had taken three weeks, it would have been even more difficult to return to work. I come back and half the people leave. Finally, I look forward in September.

was the agricultural exhibition in Saint-Hyacinthe this week and I went with Miriam, Alice, Thomas, Vero and Djoudjou. Here are some pictures of this great day (even if we left, Djoudjou and I swim during the day with my grandparents).


















I must be positive. I had the chance to see my goddaughter Tuesday and seriously wow ... this is a lovely little princess. I love him so much. When I learned that I would be the patron of Florence, I do not think I would have this bond with her unique, something so strong. I did not like much either. I would like to thank my couz and Dan each time for this gift.

Also, my couz has given birth to her third daughter, Lorianne. A poupounne of 9.3 lbs. Mary, congratulations again for this great work. I'm proud of you!







I had the chance to I realized that I almost died at La Ronde. Chance? Uh, I still looking. I go back to the rides with Vero Friday. We will go into darkness, but not the Goliath. No. Once is enough in a lifetime (the worst is that I feel like it again).

I went a few times with my friends Julie and Luke in Blainville. Ah, that was a real vacation. Drinking, swimming and joie de vivre. Thank you people of the countryside. I realize that the glasses of Dollo, duh, that runs from below, not because I drink lots of alcohol. No no. Frankly, I am a saint ... in my style. Yesterday was too funny. Vero, and I Djoudjou were with Julie and we did not know what to do so then we went shopping ... I bought children's clothing. 2 small packages for Lolo and a dress for Flo. In short, we went (with Luke) at Wal Mart to buy a board game, Cranium. Cimonac, we laughed so much with this game! So finally, improvised successful day. And so impulsive. We pitchées dress in the pool. That is not to be on vacation? Bah what are the benefits éclarcies!

Oh I went to the Calypso waterpark with Veronica and her man. The park itself is not to ground the pitcher Yeul open. It large in size, but what is the rest is ordinary. Apart from the wave pool. OMG! It was intense. Yet the next day I felt the waves. In short, a great day to take freckles!

And in a few hours, I'm going to echo baby! I can not wait to see him. It's a boy, it's clear! Djoudjou boyfriend and I are honored to attend this meeting with baby! :) I'm pissed beyond belief.

Also, by popular demand, mouahahah, here are some pictures of my apartment. CAUTION. I still have no decoration. I will be able do before and after. The light is poor, I made zero to take photographs. Painting the kitchen is not finished, the intruder is orange, it will not be there when I finally decided to paint on, but honestly, during my vacation, the last thing I wanted do. I'm bad and I fear in the hills so well, the ceiling will wait also. There are no photos of the chamber C because it does not exist yet. His room is a room full of boxes:)

















And in doing so, a few pages for fun.







Bah, it was not so negative. I could go on another topic, but I'll close it here, whatever, it would perhaps good. Ah your Yeul Eli.

that, I'll prepare myself, I see now baby. Then we're going to Ikea and finish the day in a bar listening to and watching sing Antoine Gratton. Well, that ends well unpaid vacation? ;)

Good day! :) XxX

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Eli, the hysteric.

I'm on vacation. The real
there.

That must be why I'm still trying to update my blog, is not it? Otherwise, I would not come before a while.

For cons, I have nothing relevant to say today. I am going to the playa with the cops.

Ah yes, I went around with my sister on Tuesday. Honestly, I thought die there. My sister and I are very different. I'm an extreme, not she. I'm bawling, not she. I am angry, not she. I'm terrified of heights, not she. But I often feel like a circus beast compared to it. Because I live very extreme. You remember, I'm an intense han;) So we did some rides. I like to face my fears anyway, I do not limit myself to the log flume. I am the Monster for only 2 years. In the queue, I'm fine, I'm happy to try do. The only problem, the big problem is that when I'm settled in the ring, attached and that the car is gaining momentum, I start to panic and I Braille. Well yes, I Braille. Often in silence, but I Braille. I say: "Cursed thick, why you're there, you're going to die, the car goes off the rails, you'll lose your life in a p'tain carousel built wooden cimonac. In short, it rises. I hear the "Tic tic than that tic tic than that tic" and a click (I know we'll squeal the camp, we are in the highest mountain in Russia and that it will drop and my heart will stay in my throat). And there, bathed in tears, screaming my suffering, I start laughing like a demon. I like it. But ... I keep my eyes closed, it's a detail I forgot to mention. And it's over. I watch my sister and I said: Wow, that was cool han? And she looked at me as if seeking a subtle way m'interner:) Good

. I thought I had my share of hysteria, attention, you have not read anything. The Vampire, I love love, I never Braille, I'm fine there, yet it rotates, it is not nice like Disco Round. In short, I love it.

But when my sister told me, 'I came here to do all the rides, "I said nothing. Because I know there's one that I will never in my life. EVER. It's out of my folly. Him, if I do, I'm dying. We arrived in front. I pretend to change sides and I smiled and said: Um, we could go eat a beaver tail han? And my sister said to me: No, wait, we'll do it, there is virtually no waiting and it's rare. I raise my head and I see it. I looked down, he throws me a challenge. It is huge, it's fast, it's a bastard. I hate him already. Remember here, I'm the big sister. Often, the roles are reversed, I think she's great. My sister is mature, it is reserved, it is different from me. In short, I go, I say nothing, I saw my role as big sister to bottom. We are in the queue. I raise my head again and I fixed my enemy Goliath. He's my enemy. I forget all my demons, it is between him and me. This is where it will play out. And chalice, she is right, there are not many people. It is clear, they are all buried, all died of fear Cibola. I'm the only fool who will venture into this arena. We advance. My sister is upset, she hastily. Me, I want to vomit, I want to leave. It is still moving, and a little too fast for my taste. And we come near to shipment to the death. And then, the estimated height of misfortune, people ahead of us give way. Ah ben ordeal. My death will come faster. I no longer speak. I must be white, not transparent. My sister is feverish, she is sitting, ready to burst. And I'm standing next to the carousel and it fails me. I drive the car bastard. I sit and when the seatbelt is "CLICK", I panic. Seriously, I panic. I breathe wrong, I'm hot, I feel sick. And my sister is laughing. She giggles and then my state, I do not find it funny. But not really. I am in a panic. I know I'll go over the barrier and burst. And I'll have my death to pay for estique crazy prices. And it leaves. I cry ... NO. J'HURLE. "I DO NOT WANT TO DO, I WANT OUT". And my sister who bursts out laughing and said: Well go ahead, get out! It rises. It's endless. I do not know if you know what it looks like this asshole?



You see? I was there.
short, when I was a coward lousse in death, I have not spoken, I have not cried, I did not cry. I remained motionless. And when it stopped I got out the ride in Braille, but I Braille, people looked at me like a girl who should have stayed in the asylum.

I was scared.
And then the climax. My sister tells me: Well frankly there Eli.
There I pogne nerves by making him understand (m'enfin, try to understand) that I was afraid that was not controllable, then, that I was not able to control it. It did not seem to understand at all, but hey, I have looked mad)

Well, on that note, I'm going to play poker, yeah, I learned.

Good evening:) XxX

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Tadam!!

Well, I'm here.
Yes, I changed my blog. I never liked owls so why have them, mouahahaah!

We are not in September and I put my blog updated, na na na nère. If the trend continues, I would sneak out for a long time yet. We'll see. The paris are open!

No I do not think I'll manage to write every week. I am a coward, I often write when things are going so well, like empty the surplus. But then, honestly, I discovered it too and I love TLC. I do not know what I was doing without cable before that. I'm sure I'd be able to decorate a whole house with courses on television. I could almost raise a dog handlers (ok no, I really hate emissions with animals that attack me).

So yes, I am moved. Mourning Plateau still present, I am learning to tame my new neighborhood. While it is quiet, but I am fortunate to have the beautiful Parc Jarry few minutes from my house. The worst is that I can not walk to go and return from work. That's what makes me the most heartache now. I hate taking the subway especially during hot weather, it was horror. I have a headache with poor ventilation. I think I'll start to think (I'm like that myself, I have to think to think about something) to get a bike (I dream of a small basket in front for that matter). My sister

démémagera in September along the beginning of the university. So I will spend the summer here, to familiarize myself with a new routine.

I am also on vacation. I did not realize it. I think I have the dfficulté to stall, move on. Right now, I wonder how many messages I have in my mail box and if my mailbox is full.

I do not really schedule in mind, I just want to relax and do what I try when I feel like it. Go to Round m'évacher on a beach, seeing my friends, read, do scrapbooking, go and rent movies, finish painting my ceiling in the kitchen, go buy some curtains, etc..

What can I say ... I do not know.

Ah yes, a little reflection, in fact, I do not think it's a reflection, but rather an observation. Do not throw stones at me, I take 100% what I'm going to say even if I seem to complain, this is not the case. I'm not a girl who has a great culture, I do not consider myself a smart girl. I noticed while chatting with people and more specifically, with the guys, some guys. It happens and nothing will happen probably nothing either and is correct. But I feel heavy, I feel nunuche. When people raise issues about the story, I lose myself. I LOVE history, but it boils down to this. The same goes for subjects that address the geography, travel. I guess I have no memory because I do not accept the dates, historical facts, highlights what! I want a bit of not having been more attentive in my classes because it was then that I could learn and look thinner and 26 years. Recently, some guy approached the subjects and I said to myself: Ouch, I must answer what? I just smiled like an innocent air tell me ... my god I'm not interested. And that's what pisses me off. This guy is kind, caring, funny and it is more, it is adorable. Except that I'm afraid of being alone with him and not knowing what to say. Take the example of him because it's recently that I turned him how I could look like the girl who nunuche just smiles during long conversations. I would say more, I would like to discuss, I would like to know what to answer and discuss bringing the facts on the table ... but no, I'm stuck because of my obvious lack of culture ...

that, I'll go for scrapbooking, my brain is still capable to mix colors from time to time.

go, a good weekend:) and thank you again!
XxX

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Let the good side of things ...

There is positive in the fact that I am not diligent in my blog: I always new things to say. Who knows if my next post, I will not be married and pregnant with my second? It's like a suspense right?

Ok, I'll be brief, I fought all day against a migraine shit, but I will return soon.

Basically, I'm still mad, I moved my plate, I have cable and I discover TLC with joy (which means I say even less life than before), I'm single and I'm hot during a heat wave.

Yes, I will return.

Some pages still ... I have a little difficulty with the lighting when photographing my pages, they are blurry, the colors are milk, but hey, it gives a slight glimpse.






















Good night:) XxX