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As I promised…

I’m going to talk about my family. You may think it will be boring. Well, maybe. But I think my family is quite entertaining. Let’s start:

Stitch:

Stitch, my ferret. Yeah, he is my family. Any problem? I think he is the sanest member of my family. And he is not human.

Stitch is the latest member to arrive to my family. And he has got used so well… He knows every corner of the flat, he knows where the “magic” water is (he loves drinking water from the sink, where he can play with everything… that is, my mom’s things: her brush, her curlers, her towels… ho ho!), he knows what he mustn’t do (and that’s why he must do it!), he loves stealing my shoes and, after playing with them, he puts them in a Stradivarius bag, he loves sleeping on my lap and licking my hands/arms every morning… and now the newest trick he has learned all by himself is to jump from the bathroom’s sink on my shoulder. That means “Come on, mom, I’ve just finished here. I don’t want  to drink more water. Let’s play”. And he is also a great techie! He has done things with my laptop I’ll never know how to do (or undo) them!

Stitch follows me wherever I go

Stitch follows me wherever I go

My mom:

She is a housewife now. But she was a teacher some years ago. Her friends describe her as a sweet woman. But I’m her daughter and I DO know her. I’ll tell you how she really is. She is forgetful. She is the most forgetful person I’ve ever met. But also a terrible gossip. And that’s worse. I think she has a special antenna in her head and that’s how she knows things. I don’t know how she can remember the names of almost all our neighbours. And I don’t know how she can hear me wishpering something to anyone else at the other end of the flat. When I want to ask for something, I usually turn to my dad. He is more understanding. I’ve just said “dad, could you…?” and then, she appears, with a big smile and her words “what are you talking about?”… I think she has a special ability or something. I can’t figure out how she can keep her ears open all day, and walk so stealthily… until she is behind you!! Maybe she is an alien… Who knows. But believe me, having such a gossip mother is not good. When I was a teenager and was phoning my friends, when you least expect it, she was there, listening. When I was writing an e-mail to some friend… there was a little head behing my shoulder, reading what I was writing. When I met Jimmy, she was the first reporter who interviewed me asking for any detail. Believe me, horrible. But after all, she’s a good mom and friend who was there to tell you all the latest neighbourhood’s gossip!

This is my mom. She is posing. So vain...

This is my mom. She is posing. So vain...

My dad:

He is a teacher. A Physics and Chemistry teacher. Yuck! We are quite different. He hates English, he loves scientific things, he loves opera… And though I said before he is an understanding person, he always disagrees with my decisions. It’s like a teenager. I mean, it is said that teenagers contradict what their parents tell them, isn’t it? Well, in my family, my dad has always contradicted me. Seriously. I wanted to study English. He said “No, you better study Translation“. I wanted to study Arabic. He said “No, you should study German“. I wanted to study Japanese. And he said “No, Chinese is the future“. I wanted to buy a ferret. He said “ARE YOU CRAZYYY????!!!!“. And after that, he said “No“. See? He’s always contradicting me. Like a teenager. Then when I do the opposite, he accepts my decisions with resignation. I’ll be always be the black sheep. But still he loves me. And I love him.

He looks serious... But he is hilarious!

He looks serious... But he is hilarious!

My brother and his birds:

I can’t describe my brother, without his birds. His life is about Medicine, his plants and his birds. That’s all. Mmm. Oh, I forgot the most important thing: he is always needling me. So his life is about Medicine, his plants, his birds and needling me. Every word I say, my brother goes with some sarcastic comment. Every thing I do, there he goes with some joke. From my parent’s point of view, he is the best. And I don’t blame them. They are right. He is brilliant. He is nice (not always),  he has done whatever they wished. He has followed the “right path”. It’s okay. Because he thinks I’m better than him, and I think he’s better than me. He supports me and I support him. Always. Even when I launched  a toy baby trolley against a wall with my 6-year-old brother in it. Or when I kidnapped his Action Man and made it up. Or when I wanted my ferret to become friend of his cockatiel and lovebirds. And Stitch wanted to hunt them. Or when I… Humm I better shut up. Enough examples for now.


I could be writing about my family for hours. But it’s 1:00 am and I’m falling asleep. I promise to write more about them tomorrow, on this same post. Stay tuned!!

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Summary of these past days

*** New Pictures uploaded!!***

Sorry for being late. But eventually here I am.

I have lots of things to tell you. So better I start from the beginning. First of all, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, CAMILLE, for giving me the chance to write for Archives of Our Lives! It was a great honour! 🙂

Now, a summary of these past days.

Weekend:

This weekend was just perfect. And not because something special or different happened… Oh, no. But because I could be so happy and relaxed, that it was just perfect.

Best moment of the weekend? Playing Tomb Raider with Jimmy, and being SUICIDAL. I’ll explain this a little bit. I’m not very good at video games, I must confess. So my duty {and I’m very proud of it} is to suicide Lara Croft. Yes. SUICIDE. I’m in charge of making her kick the bucket. In an original way. Where you see a motorbike and a cliff, I see a super cool jump with that motorbike, and consequently Lara Croft is flying to Heaven. Where you see a monster, and the best solution is to shoot to kill it, I see the chance to show my stupid leaping skills {and of course, that monster kills poor Lara}. Where you see a proyection of a wall to grip it, I see a springboard to leap into the void. But I’m not a serial killer. I swear! If she dies while we are playing {it’s my fault, of course} it’s an ACCIDENT. I don’t mean it.

Some time ago Jimmy used to get mad because of my clumsiness. Now he has a great time, and dies laughing. He even gives me “SUICIDE TIME”. When he gives me S.T., I’m allowed to be clumsier than ever, and kill  murder SUICIDE Lara Croft all the times I want. Throw her into a toxic water, or put her head in the middle of the path of a huge and SUICIDAL ax. I feel SO proud of myself! I have an important mission to accomplish in Lara Croft. And this weekend I fulfilled the expectations of my fans {my fans are Jimmy and Lara Croft herself! She loves the way I SUICIDE her. It’s cool!}.

Tuesday:

It was holiday! So we planned to go to the Parque Nacional de Doñana {Doñana National Park: a national park and wildlife refuge in Southwestern Spain}. My in-laws had never been there. So we had an excuse to plan a trip to the park {this park is very special in Spain, because is the only place where you can “find” the Iberian lynx, an endangered species}.

But before we started the trip, I had to make Stitch exercise. So I let him play in my bedroom. Meanwhile, I was preparing a few things for the trip. Suddenly, I noticed an UNPLEASANT SMELL. Then I saw it. I saw Stitch, in his peculiar position, pooping. Pooping in my SHOES {Good for Maureen!!}. Grrrreat! Love you too, my little FERRET! Humm. I don’t want you to feel sick, so I won’t be explicit. Just let say it didn’t have the consistency it should have… Ugh! Disgusting!! {I didn’t wear those SHOES, of course!!!!}

Finally, we were ready. All the FAMILY. We had to be divided into two cars: my parents and in-laws were in my father’s CAR, and my brother, Jimmy and I were in my car. We were driving and then I saw I was running out of gas. Great! I forgot to refuel on Monday… and now I was suffering the consequences. 😦 Fortunately, I don’t know how I did it, but I could drive to my destination. And I could save the last drops of gas and drive to the nearest gas station. I was lucky!

The rest of the day was wonderful.

We walked, walked, walked and walked.

walking

walking

This was Jimmy before starting to walk. So happy.

This was Jimmy before starting to walk. So happy.

This was Jimmy after walking for hours. So exhausted.

This was Jimmy after walking for hours. So exhausted.

Nature. I love this picture.

Nature. I love this picture.

And we managed to see some rare birds, lots of beautiful plants and flowers…

flowers

more flowers

My favourite

My favourite

rare bird

flying

spark

But the only Iberian lynx we saw was this:

Wow!!

Wow!!


And the only mammals I found were these:

My brother... Or should I say the Iberian YETI??

My brother... Or should I say the Iberian YETI??

... I found this poor thing in a litter basket... Ha, ha!

... I found this poor thing in a litter basket... Ha, ha!

And why did I have yesterday headache and felt sick?? Because when I was about to sit in the car, and my door was open… a blast of wind made my door close, hitting me on the back of the neck. Ouch!

Our pets

Yesterday I took some photos of our pets, to show them to you.

So here he is! Stitch!.

Stitch loves playing with Gizmo! And there is my mom! or her feet and her pajamas!

Stitch loves playing with Gizmo! And here you can see my mom! or her feet and her pajamas!

Wish I could be a ferret and sleep 18 hours/day!

Wish I could be a ferret and sleep 18 hours/day!

I love playing with Stitch and having him around… But when he is sleeping, I can finally relax! I love watching him sleep! 🙂 He is so cute!!! (by the way, this yellow thing is his hammock! he is a spoiled ferret!)

And we have 3 birds: 2 Lovebirds…


This is Esmeralda!

This is Esmeralda!

This is Ámbar!

This is Ámbar!

… And a Cockatiel, named Loquillo!

My brother with Loquillo!

My brother with Loquillo!

I hate these birds. They are mad, always chirping. But they are my brother’s pets, so… I’m resigned. Now you know a big part of my family (our pets, my brother and my mom’s feet :D). Real pictures of Jimmy and me coming soon! So keep checking! 😉

Meanwhile, you can guess about how I am… Eye color? hair color? tall/small? … Tell me how you think I am!

Birdie birdie!

I must confess something. You know I love animals, right? (psst! I have a ferret… remember?) Right. But there are some exceptions… Uh… I’ll tell what these exceptions are, but promise me not to laugh at me. Promised? (Well, I suppose that is a “yes”).

Uh… those exceptions are any flying animal or living being: bats, bees, butterflies (yeah, butterflies… Can’t I be afraid of butterflies?? I hate them. Everybody says “oh, how beautiful!”……. It is a bug! For God’s sake! It has hair and a long tongue… and has wings, and it’s… a BUG! Ugh!), moths (disgusting!), almost all kind of insect (except for spiders, ants, flies or mosquitoes… I’m too used to them) and… BIRDS! — Yesss! B-I-R-D-S —BIRDS! I’m afraid of birds! Now I said it! I can’t explain why, because I don’t know the reason. Well, perhaps that’s not all true…

I was 3 and my little brother 1. My parents, my brother and I were at a park, walking. It was sunny. A beautiful day indeed. Suddenly, like a rocket, like a bullet, a pigeon threw itself from a tree straight to my brother’s head! (Remember Hitchcock’s movie “The Birds”? It was the same!!) This crazy bird was a killer! It started pecking all his little head!! And my one-year-old brother began to cry and cry and cry…! I remember this as it was yesterday!! I was so scared… Since that day, I’ve been afraid of pigeons… And lately I’ve started being afraid of parrots, parakeets and turtledoves too. :$ If only birds couldn’t fly… I wouldn’t be afraid of birds!


Well look, do you know what my brother’s favourite pets are?? Birds. Those stupid feathered animals which peep, poo and fly all day. Isn’t it ironic???? 😦 And he has at home 3 birds! Poor me! 😦 I hate them! One nymph, and two lovebirds (agapornis). The nymph and I had a confrontation some years ago, so we don’t talk to each other (yeah, no talk. No communication. Nothing. Just mutual hate) and the lovebirds have a chirp so high-pitched, that one day I’ll (and all my family) go deaf! I can’t believe my brother’s favourite animals are birds! It’s illogical! And here I am, with my ornithophobia, surrounded by three killer birds (and my brother warned me this summer there will be a fourth!! :S) (yeah I said “killer”. I’m convinced they can kill someone with their so high-pitched chirp!! It’s painful!).

This is fraternal love!

(PS: Thanks Hitchcock for inspiring birds to attack people!)