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Going To A Wedding

  • Posted on September 10, 2008 at 2:53 am

Next month I’ll be going to my brother’s wedding. This is a happy moment, but I’m a bit sad because I’m fat and no dress matches me anymore. I’ll have to go on a diet for the following months, and this scares me a bit. The last time I’ve been on a diet I got a terrible stomach ache. It is true that it was the famous Grapefruit diet, which made a lot of victims, but also helped so many people get slim. It didn’t work for me. The grapefruit juice was not good for my stomach, so I ended up with a nasty gastritis.

This time, I’m going to be wiser, and I’ll seek for medical advice. I’ve already booked my appointment with a famous nutritionist, so I can’t wait to see how is it to lose weight the healthy way. I want to be beautiful for my brother. Besides, I’ve got an idea which I hope he and his future wife will like: I know some free romantic couple games websites and I’m going to take some ideas from there and apply them at the wedding party to entertain the guests.

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Between Jobs

  • Posted on February 14, 2008 at 2:19 am

Poky is an architect by trade. After the graduation, he worked as an interior designer for two years. Bad salary, long hours, little professional satisfaction, he got tired. He decided to leave the company and to look for other, more challenging, job.
He attended at few interviews with no result and he ran out of money. Even in that situation, Poky didn’t accept a job under his standards.

Three months he survived out of borrowing money from the friends and family. Having lots of time on his hands, he became a TV fan. In order for him to see more movies, he had to pay to obtain HBO channel. The subscription tax was more than he could pay. But, because Romania has an illegal solution for each problem, he went on the black market and he bough a cheap device which allowed him to watch the desired channel.

Poky saw many movies and, again, he got tired. To get out from boredom, he decided to commercialize himself the devices.
First, he bough lots of them. Second, he bought a small table and chair. Than, he made a placard on which he wrote “HBO Company”.

In the morning, Poky went in the market and installed his gears. He sold enough to earn his food. Encouraged by “the success”, the men did a job out of this occupation. He used to tell us “I’m going to work tomorrow, my friends. I can’t stay late in the night with you. I have a job now. I’m in the public relations business”.

Of course, he went at the market only when he was in the mood to. Some days, he started at 9 o’clock, other days at 11 o’clock.

The customers started to complain at the other tradesmen in the neighborhood: “Why doesn’t this men having a proper program?”

To put an end to these complains, Poky, wrote on a piece of paper, his program “I COME WHEN YOU LESS EXPECTED.”
The “business” went O.K. for six months. One day, the government people came to check the authorizations of the tradesmen. Fortunately, he was not there at that hour. But, he found out from his “mates”.

Starting with the next day, Poky declared bankruptcy.

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Sharing The Heritage: Part 3

  • Posted on January 30, 2008 at 7:26 am

If you missed the beginning of the story, you can read it here and here.

My aunt and my uncle started building their house in my grandparent’s yard. The yard and the land around have 5100 m. My mother share is 1275 m. and there’s is 3825 m.

They filled the yard in front of there’s new house with three and flowers, to look good, plus a place for the barbeque grill, for the warm summer evenings, for cooking outside the kitchen. Obviously, it remained very small place in the yard for other operations needed to build the house.

My mother spend all her summers in my grandparents house, helping her sister with attending the workers by cooking, doing the dishes, so her sister will go to work. During this time, my uncle asked her if he might build storehouse on our side of the yard. She accepted for him to build an 8-m. long, 4-m. length wood storehouse. That covered our share in the yard, close to the house and the kitchen.

That was their plan after our refusal to sell. To eliminate us bit by bit. First, by occupying the land with the storehouse, later on, with the threes. We realized eight years later. Until then, we were the same good relatives we always have been. Helping them, even when they became rich and famous.

Now the new house is ready.

I lost my job and I had to move with my mother in my grandparent’s old house. The hell got loose!

You’ll find out why in my next post.

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