Friends, Indian thread -to polish your eyebrows- husband's shame and a photo which is not related to the blog's post

Ale my friend said how difficult or even worse, how time it takes to write, or to try to write in English for a woman like in my case was raised in the middle of the plain lands in Venezuela and who has more than one hundred colloquial stories in each single conversation... yes Ale, it is a truly adventure...

My husband the first thing he did when I showed him my Blogger (he didn't know was mine) was open his eyes, beautiful King Bear eyes, wide and asked: Who wrote that???? Ohhhhh, and I started to deflate myself... I remembered the well known Galizian little chicken called Calimero and his famous phrase "Esto es una injusticia"... and suddenly I thought wait...stop deflating yourself, you just coming from a torturous Indian thread session, it was pain enough, enjoy life and learn from your mistakes (I may be a wise woman by now if I recall all of them)...

Then from the three things, the primordial and relevant ones from today I will repeat my husband appraisal: Next course you are going to do is an English one!!!

He is sitting in front of the tely watching a sort of Britan got dance programm... and oh Holy Cheat...reading another blog, and not mine which just had one post till now... (ahhhhhhhh and the other is in Spanish :P )

Ps.... Hello Hello this is the second post!!!!!!!

And At the beginning was, the beginning!!! what more else???

Here I am asking to myself if I must write this in my mother tongue, Spanish, or try to keep driving my followers insane with my bizarre English (which is my husband's shame and mine too, I am afraid), but as I don't have no followers, I will write it in my own gibberish...No English nor Spanish...

Always have been a hard mission to practise the sacrosantum exercise of the constancy and I should admit I have lost so many times, that even the count is lost too... And could sound lazy to said I don't know if I will keep  myself in this adventure, part exercise, part Idontknowwhat, but I will try...

I feel so shame to make mistakes, and that is so stupid...Is like if the sea could be shame because its waves...they are part of it, like my mistakes are part of me.

Now, Friday Night, my husband sleeps, the TV is with a Radiohead which song sounds like if was at (in) Mat Bellamy voice...-thanks I don't have any followers yet...and where I am???? Obviously in front of my computer, taking the time of my life to write properly this -wasting the time I may said, because it wont come spotless- -I like spots anyway...

I like photography, I like reading, I like to be a white which...and I love to be love for the one who is sleeping now, my gorgeous Sleeping Golden King Bear...

Keep everyone, yes you, and me, the fingers crossed to could see the next post...

Have a happy time and love it because its unique condition...

Yaniah