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Monday, September 20th, 2010 1 20 /09 / frog /2010 12:26

I am, sometimes, very unpleasant....

Yes.

I may have a pleasant(kind) and patient character, sometimes, I am badly polished and that makes the good(property)....

This morning, taking advantage of the small daily walk which I make with the girls, I decide to grow up to the CAF(SOCIAL SECURITY OFFICE) to put down(to deposit) the school certificate of My Favorite Daughter. Approximate calculation of time(weather) necessary for the said stains, 10 and a half seconds just the time(weather) to put back(to hand) in person the paper to the lady... In brief...

Arriving in premises, I notice that the room is full as an egg and that to give my papers, it will be necessary to me to wait at least 2 hours what is ridiculous because I have to add nothing either comments, or whatever it is...

Being, I repeat him(it), of a pleasant(kind) nature and polite, I ask about ten persons, if, in consideration of the fact that I have with me 2 overstrung girls and just a paper to be given, they can remit me of waiting time and authorize me to give the document before they enter the office(desk)...

What what, the ladies answer me negatively....

Voucher....

Not grave eh....

I settle comfortably in a strategic place, in front of the door of the office(desk), decided well to slide my paper to the person in load(responsibility) at the first opportunity...

About ten minutes pass, the door opens, a person goes out, the door closes....

A person gets up, the door reopens, I look questioningly at the person while showing him(her) my sheet(leaf), what what she(it) answer me " ouais well, no.... "

Re well....

A lady goes out of the office(desk), without moving, I ask him(her) if she can take "this"? What she(it) makes without asking of question to the great displeasure of the person who had me to refuse the passage just before...

Without a glance for whoever and ignoring the unfriendly comments, I turn(shoot), press on the button of the ascenceur, get back the girls and we leave by humming all 3

I know...

It is polished....

But....

Good blood what that makes of the good(property) sometimes!!!!

rhino

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By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: Calgonite
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Thursday, September 16th, 2010 4 16 /09 / frog /2010 19:16

Bande de Chouchou(te)s.......

Here we are, we had to meet at 5:30 pm...

I believe that he knew where we went and why we went there. He said nothing when we put him(it) in the car, nor when we took(brought) out him(it). Loved carried(wore) him(it) all the length.

The man in blue arrived, he we in admitted to his cabinet(office), Loved put him(it) on the table of examination, he did not even try to get up. I admit, I was in tears, I have not shame I still cry moreover. The man in blue asked us if one was on.... The idiot, no, we were not on, we did not want but we were obliged.... Because to see him(it) suffering like that, seeing him(it) transformed into incubator to fly, it was just possible step.

Then the man in blue made him(her) a first sting(injection) to put to sleep him(it), it went fast, we put him(her) the head delicately and the man made another sting(injection) to stop(arrest) the heart. He(it) took his(its) stethoscope and has us say that it was finished. I believe that just the first injection has is enough for stopping(arresting) everything, it is not possible that it went so fast to the second.

He(It) stayed over there, he(it) will be cremated. We have no garden to bury him(it).

Almost 17 years of life and 14 years together réduient in a sting(injection)...

The memories(souvenirs), the photos stay...

And tears also

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: Calgonite
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Thursday, September 16th, 2010 4 16 /09 / frog /2010 14:51

It was there is a little more from 14 years to month near...

My Favorite Son did not have 5 months and My Favorite Daughter just had 3-year-old.

We wanted a dog since a moment already and we had decided to go to see(to visit) to the SOCIETY FOR THE PREVENTION OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS... Because over there, cages(goals) are full of hairy hearts to be taken.

When we arrived, all together, we gave us a paper and a pencil, we have us tell to make the tour(ballot) of the kennel and to choose, every cage(goal) had a number, we had to note the number of the cage(goal)...

You z' already went to a refuge SOCIETY FOR THE PREVENTION OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS? No? When you enter the kennel, it is a concert of barking, tens of hairy hearts that watch you crossing(spending), stopping(arresting) in front of their cage(goal) and which bark all together. What they say??? " I want to go out "? " Choose I "? " Take I "?... I do not know...

We made the tour(ballot), noting numbers on our small paper, crunchy pastry on the huskies multiple which old-fashioned, met thrown back(rejected)... On youngs batards too cute choupinoux, on a beautiful black who a little frightened all the same... And then, Darling is arrété in front of a cage(goal). Inside, there was a black and white dog. He sat behind the railing(bar), looked at us with the brown eyes and said anything all barked and he kept silent... He(it) had a beautiful head and Darling straight from past a finger in the wire netting to scratch him(it)... We noted his(her,its) number on our small paper and we returned to the office(desk).

There, we reviewed a number, a file

Cromignoux youngs? Reserved

The great huskies beauu and old-fashioned? Absconders and need of many spaces

The black so beautiful who a little frightened? Dangerous so beaten that he(it) became nasty there... People are so stupid

The black and the white? Abandoned(given up) for a month because the maitres moved in apartment and surement that never he(it) would support(bear) this life not aggressive, no suspicion of danger for the children (but in any case, if that sticks not, you return him(it)) OK... We take him(it), of a quite way Darling have already cracked(failed) above.

We fetch it/him in his(her,its) cage(goal) and there, the shock a madman-laughter which wants to rise we saw him(it) sat(based) not up up it is short legs, he misses 10 in 15 cms to have a normal size(cutting) but he is kind when we caress(cherish) him(it) and the eyes say to us " go out I from there "..... Ben it is what we made.

His name is Peck, he is a little more than 2 years old. We cross(spend) him(her) a leash and we leave with him. He(it) walks(works) to feet, without firing at the leash. It is pleasant. When we arrive home, first thing(matter) which he(it) makes, it is wee-wee in the corridor(lane)... Then he(it) looks at us by folding up the back and there, we realize that he(it) was before beaten... We scold him(it) but it is not grave, he(it) is going to be made at home, he(it) has a big garden to cavort and we make him(her) a corner(place) under staircases. From this day, it becomes a member(limb) of the full family...

Sometimes, it is necessary to call back(to remind) it the order, it is a dominant male(mate), he(it) tends to want to take the power. He does not know how to play, looks for ceaselessly the human contact when we mess around with the children, he does not know what to make that puts him(it) ill-at-ease, he does not know if he has to take their defense or not, then he puts himself between us. When we caress(cherish) him(it), if we stop(arrest), he(it) catches our wrist so that we continue and if we do not want, he(it) crosses(spends) his(its) snout under our elbow to say to us that he, he would want...

He(It) follows us everywhere, in the beach(range), on holidays and when we arrived in Savoy, he(it) makes all the hikes(rides) with Darling! In every ballad, he(it) makes at least 3 times more route than us because without leash, he(it) goes and comes part in front of, means seeing if we are always there, leaves, returns during the ballad. He(it) hunts(chases away) improbable games, am imaginary tracks(runways), lies down(goes to bed) in puddles....

At the house, he(it) stays with us all the time. For a dog which would never have born the apartment, he(it) is stay-at-home!!!! He(it) has a sick need to stay with us, to be in touch with us.

Years passed, he is the last 16 maintaining years old. For more than a year, he(it) has digestive problems that obliged us to see again(to revise) its food(supply) so that he can evacuate. He(it) ages slowly, walks(works) more and more with difficulty but when he(it) looks at us, the eyes are lively and he(it) has no head of old dog. He sleeps a lot, he does not listen any more much (except when a crumb falls, we underestimate enormously the noise of the crumb which falls!).

For 1 month, the time(weather) accelerates. He(it) degenerates faster and faster.

Yesterday, we reached(affected) the highlight and the decision which we have to take and which we put off, which we do not want to take became inevitable.

Today, at 5:30 pm, we shall take him(it) at the veterinarian's. He(it) will make for him(her) an injection and he(it) will fall asleep for ever. We shall stay in quoted(esteemed) by him while he(it) will leave.

Up to the end, I wished to get up in the morning and to find him(it) sleepy but he(it) hangs on(collides) to the life, in spite of the suffering, the degeneration... I do not want to take him(it) this evening, I pass in quoted(esteemed) by him and I watch at him(it) sleeping by watching for the slightest movement. I catch being disappointed to detect it. I say myself that to arrive at this age there, he(it) should go out slowly at him but it seems that that cannot be possible.

This evening, that is going to be hard, I know him(it), I have already lived him(it) with Sacha, with Blossom and the others...

I know that little by little, it is going to become a soft memory(souvenir) accommodated at the bottom of our hearts, that it will always be there in spite of its absence...

The space is going to be immense...

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: Calgonite
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Thursday, March 25th, 2010 4 25 /03 / March /2010 23:55
Procrastination I like the word, I like not what he(it) implies(involves) (to know more about it, it is here)....

Procrastination art to put back(to hand) the next day what can be made today...

Proscratinateur the one who procrastine

Procrastinatrice ...... I....

And now, one lay us a world day of the procrastination. No but you consider in it you???? Has there even a site.... Siiiiiiiiiiiiiii ...... The idiots!!!! As if it was great funny to cross(spend) the life in procrastiner... They, they see the highly-rated voucher of the thing(matter)!!!!!!!! I have that has to make, bof, I don't care I would make him(it) tomorrow, while waiting for I am going to make a tour(ballot), I am going to have a drink, go shopping or anything in the other one...

And if we looked highly-rated at dark of the procrastination, the suffering of the chronic procrastinateur... The fear to see the spots which accumulate without that we can make nothing to it, trying to justify by saying himself " I would make him(it) tomorrow, some fine day.... " And then tomorrow, Easter or the trinity arrive and we postpone(put back) in nawel and in the next year.... Time goes by, things accumulate not that the duties(chores), the things(tricks) to indulge itself also or those who can be good for us the time(weather) continues to pass, the guilt rises, the fear also and we continue of postpone(put back), to postpone until tomorrow, in the day after tomorrow and weekly next... And we frighten even more, always more.... And one morning, you get up by thinking of all that you have to make during the day, decided well to make them we are always motivated when we get up in the morning, later we have breakfast, we take care a little of one, then we settle down on his(her,its) sofa and we say to ourselves that, what I have to make can indeed wait tomorrow.... Yes but not.... Later, I would even more have it to make, yes but there, at once, I have not the energy, I am tired, I have not envy(urge), has the dog in the middle of the road there, he(it) prevents me from passing, the table is blocked, the broom is behind the door, outside it is raining, it snows, there is cold, is of the sun, it makes cro warmly, if I move, I am going to perspire(transpire).... The fear is always there, it rises with his(her) friend, the guilt.....

The procrastinateur is not a happy person, nan nan nan needs not to believe....

Then go to lay me one world day of the procrastination, to me, who am already the queen of the procrastinatrices who is slowly bursting with it without knowing what to make to go out of it..... Ben I, I say not..... On the other hand a world day to pass the day to loaf about just for the pleasure without saying to himself that tomorrow, we shall make that that and then that also, there I want without guilt, without fear.... But that, me, I know not....

I procrastine, I am not proud of it, even if I pretend it is, for me, the handicap, the truth of the truth, the seriousness, a that brule me slowly. A handicap which makes me me feel(smell) dead and not living being I have no reason for "celebrating" him(it), for paying him(her) tribute.... And today, not to pay him(her) tribute, me do not have postpones until tomorrow, I am to go way " alice in wonderland ", it was beautiful, grand, magnificent..... And then tomorrow will be another day!

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: Calgonite
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Tuesday, January 5th, 2010 2 05 /01 / Jan /2010 23:28
Some people will think that I am ironic and that I laugh a few(little) at my municipality....
It would be bad me connaitre, never I would not dare to make this kind of thing not, no, not although....

The slogan of " Ze olympic city in 1992 " it is " Albertville, a city in the mountain " siiiiii!!!!

After weeks of hibernation (holidays oblige!), I resumed(took back) this evening the road of the school.... Oops, I forgot to specify that it snowed on Albertville during the night of Sunday to Monday and all Monday long also that made a very attractive white coat in the city which makes its so adorned proud..... I like not the snow then, I do not go out when there is.... Unless being there grateful(inescapable).... And the school, it is obliged....

In brief, since Monday, we thus have some snow on Albertville and when I went out, I noticed the scale of dégats.... Father Nawel forgot to deliver the salt of snow clearing to the municipality..... That he(it) is stupid this Father Nawel!!!!! As a result, it is cleared the snow in her(it) go as I push you, neither made nor to make.... Already, me, I live in a small rise(ascent).... Well there, tomorrow, me puts a counter(ticket office) at the top and below and I make ice rink.... If I have to get smashed up, as much as that brings back(reports) to me.... This evening, it was " tontion, if you put the foot there, kept silent slide pose(installation) there yes but not, there that slides also wait, if you perches you on the gravel there and what you pass on the following gravel, you should be able to come down(fall) ze fingers in ze nose "..... I said myself " well, it is only a small rise(ascent), z' one not had time to pass ".... Arrived below, without falling, I realize that it is the similar everywhere or almost..... Needs not to exaggerate either he(it) has places, in strength there which people cross(spend), that made small roads in the snow which eventually melted(eventually swept down) but needs not to go out of the path, otherwise kept silent fall..... Then kept silent about slalom between the small heaps of snow and ice plates by looking at your feet, at the kept silent blow does not look in front of you and you push aside(knock down) everybody.... Sometimes that makes a bizarre thing(trick), a kind(genre) an ile without snow on which you can walk(work) without risks but you know not how you go out of it. You calculate your blow by hoping not to miss you especially that legs, that makes maaaaal..... The small city boots did not pass in the snow, of the blow took(brought) out to you the shoes of rando which do not serve any more for 2 years at least and you is restricted in the big jacket of mountain which did not go out of the cupboard since similar that shoes..... Shoes are heavy, you too, of the blow have pain in you in feet and aches in legs, you consoles you by saying to you that in defect, will have you a little go in for sport.

Sometimes, you have some hope, kept silent arrives on a pavement more crossing(spending) or a place(square) well, no, needs to follow the small road also..... And today, is satisfied, have you no stroller wait on Thursday, you go to see(visit) as you are going to laugh with the double ...... As far as he(it) adorned that he(it) is going to re-snow still.....

Mister Masure? The command(order) of salt to kept silent Father Nawel crossed(spent) well her(it)???? Yes? No? Parceque otherwise needs to find a solution eh we are a city in the mountain or we are not him(her).... If we are him(her), we are equipped for in case there is some snow in the mountain, you never can tell that arrives the winter! And moreover, that makes us more credible for when we mess the mouth of the Parisian, Norman and other which are not used and which cross(spend) the night in the car parcequ' they are clamped by 2,5cm of fraiche snow (it is of the lived I crossed(spent) 9 years in Normandy) or then we do not laugh.....

Well otherwise for my rise(ascent) which slides, it is the one who is between the pharmacy and the store of lingerie siiiiiiii opposite the Gaul with the big cock in cast iron you can not make a mistake you make her(it) to me tomorrow????? Go, before Thursday, that I can come down(fall) with the double stroller without risking the avalanche.....

Go, I crack you the kiss and then bonnannée all the same eh (forgets you not my rise(ascent) likes you, that would indeed settle me!)

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: Calgonite
A tit gazouillage???
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Monday, July 13th, 2009 1 13 /07 / July /2009 09:47
It is necessary to get up parcequ' we work but we know not at what time....
The dog opposite, the one who bawled till last midnight, continues where he was arrété from 7:30 am....
The evacuation of the shower is filled(blocked)....
The bowl of the breakfast is hardly ready that it is already on the ground.....

I turn(return) to lie down(to go to bed) or I wait that the house falls me on the head?

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: Calgonite
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Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 7 22 /02 / Fév /2009 11:45
I even.....



Auto-attribuée yesterday during the day because of my merits among which...

- A too big naivety which still persuades me that the real better friends on whom one can rely and everything and everything, still exist the fairies, the Père-Nawel and even The Doctor (Doctor Who????), yes, Ok, I believe it the real better friends not.....

- A trend(tendency) has to accept the stabs in the back and has to feel guilty parceque I am afraid that it is the one which put him(it) to me who have pain.....

- For my incorrigible confidence(trust) in the humanity which persuades me that everybody he(it) is good, everybody he(it) is kind.....

I cried enough, better would be worth laughing at it a day can be....



By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: Calgonite
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- See the chirpings
Sunday, December 28th, 2008 7 28 /12 / December /2008 23:21
Everything is in the title...
Not the fritouille,
Tired,
Envy(Urge) to sleep...
Even no excuses....
I could find attention!
I am course(cape) at first...
But I have the same step envy...
Calgonite aigue...
It is everything....
Then bof....
Tomorrow will be another day...
We shall see tomorrow which day it will be...
By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: Calgonite
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