Cervical Mucus Right Before Period I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul

This weekend could be described as "very athletic" full of revealing quotations, great finishes, comebacks and how beautiful the sport is so so so very large that even with all the reason in the world could explained that explosion of feelings that includes one inside. It has also been a weekend of reunions with those nice moments that did not exist long ago, with those little routines and laughter idiots who took time without flooding a hole in a house. And also precious, precious moments of childhood stored in something so small, so fragile that when you come to light eyes sparkle, you widen the heart & amp; oacute; ny have again five years to understand English backward, fall in love with a boy in cowboy hat and smiling innocently (but the latter, as would Ende my friend, is another story, to be told another time).

This Saturday finished the last pages of "The Human Factor" about one hour before going to sit in a chair and enjoy the version adapted for the screen: " Invictus. " I have to say that both works I loved, excited and not at all disappointed. While I think the book is superior to the movie (comas at different times in your life, how big is that something awakens many feelings, so much passion, so many reactions in people. The sport itself can be so great that sometimes the mere thought of it excites.


(anyway, I missed Mandela's hand on the shoulder of Pienaar "HOW COULD NOT PUT IT!)

And then there's the rest, of course, having gone to see him with two good friends (and third in the memory):
usagi_hk and Anduri (who told mesometimes did not know what to do during the movie, if you look at the screen to see what was happening or look at me with the smile of a little girl living every minute of the Cup final World). Had I instilled a little hope as to certain issues to pass the time (^____^), flip on the Claire'sy to do what is best and gives us more than we like: the jam!
Because all started when I left home fuming because my palms against the Deportivo Tenerife went home for a goal to nil. And boarding the bus and ask the driver "hey, you know how it has been Depor? &; Quot; and he smiled "win by three to one" and I "seriously?! Dungeon. " And from there and was walking down the street from the house of usagi and discover that my umbrella is so broken that there are close to juggle. Then we start to invent a pizza and "come to your house, we eat your food, we took your TV ..." (how we want) and start watching the Real Madrid rant. A lost all the goals because it is tweeting the ewes we say on the phone, I released another "less bad you're not Real Madrid, eh?" Between spoonfuls of the jar, the mended that intenta to slip "does not know what you're talking about ... but SACA A BARN AND PUSSY! AY! MIRAAAA THAT IS BEING ALONSOOO XABI BARBA LEAVING AGAIN! XABI THANKS! "
andu:" hey, this is Alonso? Is it English? "
deraka:" Of course it is English. I know not seems. "
andu:" No, it looks like a Dutch "" whut? LOL! does not look Dutch. You look more Irish and bearded "
* lectures about hidden nationality *
andu Xabi Alonso:" No, seriously ... has an air and MishaCollins but with a red beard ... "
usagi:" for nothing, if they make a movie about "The Secret Diary of Real Madrid", and you have to make Xabi actor "
deraka:" WTF? MY ALMOST BRAND ayyy MARIDOOOO! "
usagi / andu:" Higuain is your husband? "
deraka:" Yeah, well, for reasons that are irrelevant ... my husband ... "
usagi:" just do not know yet "
deraka:" exact "
andu:" I fear you are not the only one to think that "
and many "GOOOOL!" and "shit that I missed it" and"What kind of celebration is that?" And "to pull the GRANJEROOOO JODI!" And then "GOOOOL! HAS Marcão Van Der Vaart! "" That it is Dutch yes "and * announcer voice *" is the best league in the world ... "" we have little to eh?? "(dixit Anduri) after reading all the tweets (with sincere concern for the health of
lobazul not be that we go to another neighborhood ) and we split the box with everything. And then dedicate ourselves to see the highlights of what really matters: THE SPORTS ! and * announcer voice * "here we have the first goal of Tenerife", nor that it would be more for his part, so you bastards "(Anduri, which was planted just saying). And Navas see on TV and automatically scream "PAAAAABLOOOOOO" and remember great moments of that great fiction that almost makes the poor Usagi will leave the jar from the nose, of course then got to play catch potatoes with the mobile fabulous Anduri, or play it is a lightsaber. And it all ended with us very interested to see that the sixth program where street performers appeared in the Plaza of Spain in the Park ♥ ♥ Retirooooooo,before saying goodbye and pull each home. In my case I still had the surprise that upon arrival I discover that the key is cast on the inside! with what I have to call my bro to the mobile so that I open the door to discover that he does not him but my friend Agnes! and OMGQUEHACESAQUIEDAMEUNBESOOOOO! and "We've been watching videos of recordings when you were small how could you be tannnn Riquin?" "estoooo ¬///////¬" ;. And a looong chat with gmail Luciel by talking among other things, how bad is no time to read both as a quiera. And I know myself to sleep "master of my fate, captain of my soul."


Seriously does anyone know where I can get a cap of Springbooks? Because dying from an asdlkfajsdfksdjfk!



See ya, oldsports!