boy who wanted to die

Today I almost got out of my car to spank the bottom of a kid who was riding a bicycle in the middle of the street.

There I was, in my car, on my street, going toward the intersection with Main Street. And here came the kid crossing Main Street on his bike in the direction of my street.
You'd think the kid would see my car coming and would steer toward the sidewalk, right? But the kid is not coming my way, the plague.
When I realize that the little pest is in oblivion to the fact that he is about to enter a frontal collision with my car, I decided to move to the middle of the road to give him more space alongside the curb.
What did the kid do? Directs the bike well into the middle of the road, in the same direction that I was!
Oh, brother!
When a car gets a pest like this and kills him, who is to blame? The driver!

But this type of plague is not the only problem infesting the American traffic (or that of anywhere in the world, for that matter)
I am sure you are familiar with the phrase, "You are a special kind of stupid," aren't you?
In Brazil we say someone has entered the stupid queue twice.
This is especially common in traffic.
Last week I turned on the left-turn signal to enter my street. The car in front of me did the same.
We were both slowing down and pulling our cars to the middle of Main street, so that we could turn left.
Then, when the opposite direction cars passed, the guy in front of me turned left and entered my street. ... And, my friend, I say this with all sincerity and awe, the most preposterous thing happened. As he entered the street, he stopped the car - right there - at the corner - as soon as he made the turn.
And there he stood, blocking my entry for almost a minute, while I, in a state of complete shock, tried to understand wtf. When I realized that the creature wouldn't shit nor get off the bush, I decided to touch on my horn.
I said touch! If u consider the state I was in, consider it a miracle that I have not laid my hand on the horn with a passion.
To the sound of my beep, the car just went into motion and into the parking lot of the building on the corner!
...
Are you freaking kidding me!

Cleaning time

The best idea I have had in the pasts few weeks is to get up at 5:30 to clean the house.
Why would anyone think such an insane idea is the best idea one has ever had?
Simple, my friend, very simple - I get to have a weekend.
No more spending 3 to 4 hours of my precious Saturday doing housecleaning. It gets done bu Thursday afternoon (because I vacuum in the afternoon on Thursday.
That's it! a clean house all week long and a weekend as a bonus!

Fragile Democracy

Pakistan had their elections this week. It is the first time that one democratic elected government is transferred to another democratic elected government in that country.
That's great. But It wasn't peaceful. Democracy is not easy.
And it is silly to think that it will ever be. Democracy has never naturally emerged and it has never naturally survived anywhere where its citizens are not willing to protect it.
Think about it, America.

Crazy New England

So on last week's Saturday I wore shorts for the first time.

Then in a matter of 5 days we went from early spring to dead of summer, because on Thursday it was past 80 F. How crazy is that?

However, on Friday we went bike riding in the neighborhood and it was freezing!!!!

On Saturday we went bike riding in the bike path. I took my spring jacket just for safety and I didn't even have to put it on. I was hot.

Welcome to New England, everyone!

Shy warm weather

Yesterday I wore shorts for the first time this year.
It felt good. What didn't feel good was that , that same evening, ever I came back home from my walk to staples to get my free paper (with a rebate coupon) I realized the receipt was gone! Gone, disappeared into fine air.
I have tried everything, looking for it about 10 times, calling the store, chatting online, going to sthe store to get a copy of the receipt, nothing worked so far.

On a happier note, I stretched my shrunk sweater today, after it spent a couple of days in the water with softener. The recipe only calls for 20 minutes soaking, but with my life, do you really think I can go back to anything after 20 minutes?

dangerous people

If swords were illegal, anyone with a sword would be considered a dangerous person.

If knives were illegal, any one with a knife would be considered a dangerous person.

If bow and arrows were illegal, anyone with a bow/arrow would be considered a dangerous person.

If pressure cookers were illegal, anyone with a pressure cooker would be considered a dangerous person.

Owning guns is considered a right in this country.

I've learned that the reason for that was to keep the government in check. But also there is the right that one person has to defend himself. There is the right I have not to be defenseless before evil people. the right to protect myself and my dear ones.

Why do you make this right and turn it into something illegal? Why do you make it so that bad people can be more heavily armed than I am, because I will choose to follow the law?

checks and toys

Our new bank checks arrived yesterday. Not the ones I spent hours on Monday shopping for. The free ones from the bank. The bank sent us free checks? Yes, it's our new bank. Part of the new account deal is 50 new checks.

But the fact that the new ones I shopped for on Monday night have not arrived yet, didn't stop me from hurrying to the bedroom and getting the old bank checks left over.

317 checks that we were left from the 480 checks we purchased from checks unlimited when we opened our bank of america account.

We hardly use checks, so it makes sense that in 5 years we only used about 163 checks.

I opened the two brand new boxes filled with checks and felt like a little girl playing house. I wanted to write scribbles in all of them. Just like I used to do when I couldn't read or write and I just got paper and pen and pretended to be writing the news.

While I describe my play, you are probably sitting there wondering why we purchased so many checks. Well, because that many checks was still cheaper than 120 checks from our old bank.

Same goes for our new bank. they sent us 50 free checks, but if we want more, it's around $37 for each box of 120 checks. Well, we paid $19 for 600 with vistaprint.

I'm looking forward to receiving those. Too bad I won't be able to play with them.
And these old ones we burn. Sniff, sniff.

Freedom of speech ... well, wait

It's a little known fact, but the first amendment of the U.S. Constitution, that which protects freedom of speech, does not cover people who disagree with homosexuality.
Actually, it covers no one who disagree from majority opinion or politically correct.
I will make no excuses here. People a shut off for saying or writing things that others don't consider cool, or don't consider ok for their kids to listen to.
Come on, people, let's reason. The first amendment covers everyone to express their opinion, whether you like it or not.
Do you not like my opinion? Then don't! You have the right to your own, and that opinion my differ from mine. You don't have to discuss it with me. You can, but you don't have to. You can try to learn why I think the way I think, and we can talk. You can try to change my mind, then we can talk.
However, don't try to coerce me into changing my mind by boycotting my business or my ability to get a job. Unless my business is blatantly pushing my opinion down people's throats, don't hurt an American business man or worker who simply made use of the right given to every citizen in the first amendment!
Let's show our fellow citizens we believe they too have that right! We support their right!

Do you think your kids should not listen to the things I say, or write, or show on TV? Don't let your kids listen to it or watch it. But don't hinder me from doing it! Because when the tides turn, and you're the one speaking, writing or broadcasting, and I am the one with public power to shut you down, you won't like that a bit. It's unconstitutional!

The first amendment isn't there to protect me from what you say that I don't like, it is there to protect each one of us, you and me from being shut off by those who don't like what we say.

Brazil, a country with similar laws and similar constitutional rights, is also all flustered up with the homosexual marriage question. And anyone who dares disagree that this is something beautiful and it should be legal in the country is a FILTHY HOMOPHOBE!

I am not talking theoretical or general ideas here. There is a representative in the Brazilian congress that dared voice his opinion that he disagrees with homosexual marriage. He was immediately socially crucified.

Wait, what? I don't have the right to disagree from public opinion? I don't have the right to my opinion based on a religion that has been around for thousands of years and to which millions around the world subscribe? I don't have the right to say, "I don't think this should be a right"?

No, I don't. No one does. No one who disagrees with the public opinion ever has a right to his own opinion without being public execrated.

I

gone shootin'

Yesterday we went to practice shooting.
I was really scared because of all the talk people do about the recoil (I think that is what it is called. It's that kick back that the gun does when you shoot it and it pushes your hand back.
I was a bit excited, but really afraid of that thing.

It was fun. I got to try several different types of guns and practice loading and loading them safely. It was also good spending that time with my husband. It was neat seeing the little shells on the floor. I had seen them before, on the playground of a friend's house when I was in 7th grade. But that was a bad thing. Bullet shells should not be at a big city condo playground. This was a much safer environment to look at bullet shells.

It turned out that I learned two things:
1-that pushing back thing is not really the monster I thought it was, at least not with the 22 caliber I shot. I tried a 38 too, and that one had a much stronger kick. About as strong as what I thought that shooting the 22 would be.
2-I stink at this shooting business. They make it look so easy in the cop TV shows. They aim they shoot, and they shoot a million times and they get it right everything single time. Well, I got none right!!!! Can't believe all you see on TV.

I need to go back soon for more practice. I want to get good at it.

On the other hand, I still am not allowed to carry a gun to work, so good aim or bad aim, I am still, at God's mercy, hoping no one evil will break into my school. Come on, Mr. Governor! It's about the children!

Homosexuality and marriage

On March 27th I switched my Facebook profile picture, inspired my by husband, and as a response to all the red equal signs
 people were posting.\










This was my picture:

A friend of mine posted that he admired my courage, and I replied to him what I thought to be admitting I was not being courageous, I was just stating my religious beliefs while trying to make sense of it all. This was my reply:

"I am just stating my faith. That says nothing about where I stand politically, because to be quite honest, I have no idea where I stand politically. I think there is a lot more to think about than most people seem to believe, and I'd rather not to share an opinion. Morally 

however, I stand my ground. And I am sorry if people will be offended. It disgusts me to hear all the hate speech against those who 

simply state their support for traditional marriage based on the most important thing in a person's life - his/her religious beliefs. It's a 

simple matter of civility to admit that, a Christian has the right to believe the Bible in a country founded on principles of freedom of 

religion - principles protected by the constitution. .... wow ... sorry, I was not planning on writing a sermon ..."

I have been trying to make sense of this whole homosexual marriage thing. As a Christian, can I ignore a pressing issue in my society? I should not. I should approach it with a pious mind and try to understand it and position myself as much as Jesus would have as I can possibly do it.

Is it morally right? According to the God I follow, according to his morals found in his Bible, no. But we do not live in a religious state, do we?

Our state dictates that everyone is free to follow a religion, or no religion at all. So, before the civil laws of our lay country, is homosexual marriage a right that should be granted to every citizen?

When we are talking about the laws of a country, not the laws of a church or religious body, is it right to deny two people of the same sex the right to be bond together in marriage?

A lot goes on my mind on this subject. I don't want to deprive citizens of their rights as citizens. So I must think before I make my religious statements a point of defense in civil law of a lay country.

One point that to me is a major thing to consider is -is there an ill-intentioned agenda here by one group or another? As a person who subscribes to a religion I can't help but thinking back to my experience as I talk to people who do not subscribe to my values. I look back in history and I see that secular society in general finds marriage an outdated religious institution, something people should absolutely skip over, just go live together. What's a piece of paper anyway? Who needs that? It's all about love. But this same society seems to think marriage is a sacred right to every homosexual. If they love each other then they must be allowed the right to marry. What? But I thought it was all about love! What's a piece of paper anyway? Who needs that?

So it seems to me that there is an agenda. Is is the homosexuals? Is it the liberals? Is it secular society in general? I don't know, but it seems to me that some group has an agenda. It seems that this agenda is to make a mockery out of this outdated religious institution. How? By forcing it to grant homosexuals (whose practice of homosexuality is condemned by most major religions in the world) the right to enter this outdated religious institution. Doesn't it seem that way?

How come, I ask, society didn't think marriage had any meaning anymore until homosexuals wanted it? And now it becomes a major  MAJOR step in life.

My other point however goes back to "our country's law are not dictated by religion, since our citizens have the right not to have one." If this is the case, it doesn't matter who has an agenda. Should the civil law of the country grant this right to citizens who happen to be homosexuals?

Here's what I came up with: We must answer the question "Is marriage a religious institution or a civil institution?"

If it is a religious institution, then it is up to each religion to decide whether or not their members are allowed to engage in homosexual practices and whether these practices will be legitimized by the sacred institution of marriage. In this case, the state has no business ruling over it. All the state has the right to do is recognize as valid an act that was validated by someone's religion/church, as it has done so many times before.

If on the other hand, marriage is a civil institution, then it is ruled by the state. The church's job is simply to bless it ... IF that union is according to that church's morals - after all the church is free from the state's rule as well.
If marriage is a civil institution, and it is ruled by the state, it is because it serves a purpose to the society. Which means that the next question is "What is the purpose of marriage to society? How does it serve society?"
Well, if it is about how it serves society, then it has never been about love! Unions in society have never been about love. They have been about continuation of society, usually through procreation, but also throgh the sharing sharing of property, signing of peace treaties, etc. If this is the case, I don't think there is a point to homosexual marriage. I think homosexual marriage has a stronger case if they come from the religious point of view and find enough churches who subscribe to homosexuality as something morally acceptable.


This is as far as I have come so far. Again, I am trying to be fair.
I am trying to understand that my religion doesn't dictate the rules in a state that allows people to follow or not follow a religion and its moral code.

P.S.
I understand that many people don't believe I have the right to disagree. I have to say to those people, they need to try to be as fair as I am and remember that the state we live in allows people to not follow my religion, but it allows me to follow it. I have the same right to disagree from homosexuality as anyone has a right to agree with it.
It is a discriminatory practice to diss me simply because I chose to exercise my right to freedom of speech and freedom of religion....

License to carry

March 24, 2013
It was sometime last week that I got my license to carry. I arrived home and there it was, on my kitchen counter top.
I was excited and disappointed at the same time.
Excited because, as a citizen, I am now able to exercise my right to keep and bear arms.
It was a long way to get here.
First my husband had to convince me that this whole weapons thing is an ok thing. Where I was raised only cops and bandits have guns. Normal people don't. So, since I am not a cop, owning a gun made me a bad person ... It took my husband some work to convince me it was actually not a bad thing.
Then there was the shooting at Sandy Hook. Being a first grade teacher, that really freaked me out. Those teachers and children had nothing to protect themselves with. Evil people with guns will not be stopped by the sight of children crying and teachers trying to keep them safe.
That did it to me. I was scared for my life. Everytime there is a code red in my school, my heart almost stops.
So in the last Sunday of January, with an awful fever and sore throat, I attended the training. During February break, I went to the police to apply for my license. And a little bit over a month later, it arrived in the mail.

Why am I disappointed? Because I know that this license means nothing in the place where I fear the most for my life - my work place. Schools in MA are gun free zones. I know in some states, governors have allowed teachers to carry their guns while in school. I really wish I could do that here, but our governor won't do it anytime soon.

I know that my life is in God's hands. I know that no one dies a day before (except for the Thanksgiving turkey).  I don't feel helpless, because I know my God has every thing under his control. But God's control doesn't exclude my responsibility to take care of myself. As a matter of fact, that is one way I believe God shows his care, is by enabling me to take care of myself.

I pray that God will allow MA laws to allow teachers the right to defend themselves from ill-intentioned, gun-bearing criminals.

Seasonal drinks

How to make iced tea:
1-in the winter time, leave for work late, with a travel mug of hot tea.
2-forget the mug in the car as you park at your job's parking lot and hurry into work.
3-come back to your car at the end of the work day.
4-enjoy your iced tea as you drive home.

P.S. to make hot tea, start the same process but use iced tea, and in the summer time. That's what I call seasonal drinks.

My crazy mind

There's a weird place my mind goes to when I'm sitting through a presentation of any sort.
It's called half-awake. It goes there at that precise moment when my eyes are almost shut and my mind can't figure out the difference between what I'm listening for real and the people and ideas from dream land. They mix together and I will spend the next five minutes trying to make sense of it.

Freebies

Finally the end of February came. I am glad. Why? Because the coupons for a free can of friskies expired.
Well I love freebies, don't take me wrong. But I had no idea to face to put on anymore, going there everyday with a coupon and walking out with a free can of food - shamelessly saving 66 pennies.

On the other hand, the count down for April vacation has already started. what? I know I just came out of February vacation. And I miss it already. I spent it all planning our summer vacation, and had no time to do anything else.
Planning my vacation to me is my second favorite thing to do, after going on vacation. So I can say that I travelled to the UK this week.
I also started learning Russian!

Now it's been a whole week since my vacation ended. It is now two Mondays after it, and I am sitting here, getting a ton of work done and wondering where did my weekend go. I spent some of it editing my new book, and some of it going for a ride with my husband.

I was a slacker and didn't do any housework. Can't keep doing that. Right now, I am six weeks away from April break - when I plan to learn how to sew and spend some more time doing Russian - and 5 days away from Friday. I'll count down to Friday.

Snow and walking dead

The snow day didn't just come, it brought all the snow in the world with it at once. Thursday afternoon schools were canceling Friday classes. Over two feet of snow and gusting winds were promised. And so the snow started. it snowed from 9 am till the next morning.

I love just watching the snow.

Snow to me tastes like hot cocoa. So on Thrusday I made sure I told my husband to stop at the grocery store and grab a few grocery items that we were out of PLUS some chocolate bars for hot cocoa.

Big mistake. Remember, NEVER walk into a grocery store right before an apocalyptical storm. The whole world is there, the shelves are empty and people are eating each other's brains. Oh, wait, no. this in The Walking Dead.

On my way home, I figured I'd stop at a gas station and top if off, since I was already 1/4 down. But ALREADY turned into ONLY when I saw the lines.

Later that evening, we went out for sushi. Dean suggested that we stopped for gas on the way home just in case we needed to go anywhere during the storm. Guess what- there wasn't any gas left anywhere!

Welcome to TEOTWAWKI.

But, hey, even if we wanted to have gone anywhere in that crazy storm, we would not be able to - because the governor of our state decided to put anyone who dared venture out of of the house in jail for a year.

Jail? A year? Yes. Again, welcome to TEOTWAWKI. Empty shelves, no gas to found, and dictatorship... And that's just with one blizzard.

So Friday came. The snow came. I melted some chocolate bars and drank away... enjoying my day off from work.

Then Saturday came. the roofs of the houses were not really covered in snow. but the ground was. And - omg - talk about a few feet of snow.

Powdery snow, but about 2'4" of it. Higher in some places because of the drifting.

At around 10am my husband and his brother decided it was time to shovel.

I had suggested that they waited till the afternoon, when ( I had read) the wind would subdue. But hey, when was the last time you heard of husbands actually listening to wives good sense?

They were out there, fighting the wind, for about 3.5hours! Good for them! If their intelligence wasn't that of cat, they would have learned it and next time they'd hear me. But I'm beginning to think men come with cat brains. Which means learning is impossible.

We went for a walk that afternoon. I wanted to take pictures. Bad idea. It was bitter cold and every time the wind blew, the powder flew into my eyes. Besides, the sidewalks were not clean all the way. In some spots we walked on the snowy roads. In other spots we just crossed the snow on the sidewalks with snow to my waist.

By the time Walking Dead was on my TV set on Sunday, I already knew that there would be no school again on Monday.

Why? Because the snow wasn't completely cleared off most side roads and most sidewalks!

Meanwhile I did what I like to do - planned my trip and revised my book. Drank hot cocoa and played with my new Walking Dead app in which I can zombify myself.

February 14 would come on that same week and I would learn to never go shopping the night before Valentine's day either! Live and Learn!

Santa Maria - reflections

Remember when you used to come home at 3 am and find your mom sitting down on the living room couch waiting - worried sick about you? Remember how ridiculous you thought she was - bc you were just out partying with some friends? She doesn't seem so ridiculous today, does she? Now fall on your knees and thank God for having spared your mom the same pain so many moms are going through right now. Maybe they were sitting on a couch - worried sick about their babies - who will never come home again.

 
Mothers (parents and tb) are a special type of humans.

Moreover, after the bad happens we want to point fingers. And the bouncers who barred people from leaving are now crucified - people with no heart. But the work of the bouncer was not letting out deadbeats who wanted to leave without paying. Had they known there was a fire, would they have barred people? When they saw the smoke, didn't their attitude change - they opened the doors! Does that look like heartless people to you? First of, they themselves didn't want to die!

But we turn tragedies turned into witch hunts.

The governor of Rio Grande do Sul and President Dilma (as much as I have my problems with her) has my admiration. Limited themselves to providing solidarity, and not to turning a tragedy into another step to their political agenda. Unlike my dear president, self-titled african american (actually mixed), who took advantage of the tragedy of Sandy Hook to start a witch hunt - or rather a hunt after the citizen's right to bear arms, guaranteed by the Second Amendment the constitution.

What about this Alexandre Garcia's suggestion to the claims that we need more laws and regulations to avoid tragedies: "Single Article - It's mandatory to obey the law in Brazil. And the authorities are mandated to see that the people obey the law." Revolutionary!

My heart is crying today

My heart is crying today. I don't know what to say. I have no words. As I watched the news - the parents who lost their children, the husbands who lost their wives, the children left orphan, best friends lost forever - all I could do was cry with and for those who were all a little like me.

Death is never so evil when it comes as a tragedy - harvesting so many in so little time. 

I found this poem on facebook. I wanted to share here. Here are the words I couldn't find:

THE GREATEST TRAGEDY OF OUR LIVES

Fabricio Carpinejar

I died in Santa Maria today. Who didn't? I died at 1925 dos Andradas Street. In a choppy slope of smoke.

The smoke was never so black in Rio Grande do Sul. Never a cloud was so ominous.

Not even the most morbid and electrical storms desire your company. You you follow alone, spare, like a page torn from a map.

The smoke blotched the sky forever. Blue turned gray, night came on January 27, 2013.

The flames calmed down at 5:30 am, but death will never be controlled.

I died because I have a teenage daughter who comes home late.

I died because I went into a nightclub thinking I could leave in case of fire.

I died because I prefer to be near the stage to hear the band better.

I died because I've already confused a bathroom door with an emergency exit.

I died because the fire never apologizes when passing.

I died because I was somehow those who died.

I died suffocated by excessive death. How can I wake up again?

The building had not landed in the morning, like a plane on the runway runaway.

There was only one exit and fear came on all sides.

Teenagers will not sleep in till lunchtime. They will not remember anything. Or understand how suddenly they've distanced themselves from the future.

More than two hundred and forty youngsters without the final kiss of mother, father, siblings.

The phones still ring in the chest of the victims in the Municipal Gymnasium.

Families still looking for their children. Kids in college are eternally silent.

Nobody has the courage to meet and tell what happened.

The words have lost their meaning.

Dreaming of Paul ...

My first book - I wrote to 14 years in Portuguese - is to be released very soon here in the U.S. - in English. The book in Portuguese is called Thank you, girl - a Beatles song. In English is The Little Girl From Yesterday (Yesteray being another Beatles song) This book is a product of my Beatlemania. At that time I was crazy mad in love with Paul McCartney ... well, still am. But Paul is nothing more than 38 years older than me. So I wrote a story in which the main character takes a time machine and goes to 1964 ... okay that was still a good age difference - 13 to 21 .... but who said Vicka would wait until age 21 to go meet her beloved Beatles?

I stand here remembering all the times I dreamed of Paul McCartney. I still dream. Sometimes more often than others, but almost every week ... I'll never forget a dream I had in eighth grade. I do not remember how, but I met Paul, I asked him to give me his phone number, bc then we could stay in touch ... I remember he had written it on a piece of paper - a little crumpled, torn and folded over... just like those pieces of paper that we used to send phone numbers or test answers in the classroom.
I remember seeing the numbers and getting all happy. Then I woke up. I was so frustrated and so angry because it was just a dream, but I thought if I could only see the number ... if I could only remember the number, I'd call. After all once dreamed of Cassiano Gabus Mendes (an actor) and I did not even know his name and called him by his name. ... And I was not even a fan of Cassiano, I was just watching a soap opera with him. So those dreams had to have some kind of special energy - the kind that takes information from every corner of the world and brings to your subconscious ... I dunno.
But unfortunately I never got to see the number that piece of paper. Oh, sadness!

You don't floss enough

So Every time I go to the dentist, I am assigned a butcher who will spend a few minutes drilling blood out of my gums with those metal sticks (sorry, in my layman ignorance, I don't know what they are called), then proceed to bury a floss line in between my teeth as if she was flossing her mother-in-law's *** (my apologies to the nice mother-in-laws out there, including my own - I am just perpetuating the age-old idea that m-i-ls are evil entities per se).
Anyway, after bleeding me to the point in which I might have to go for a blood transfusion, the butcher announces from the height of her hygienist  degree that the reason why I bled so much is that I didn't floss enough.
And I obviously felt guilt and shame, because I knew better than not to floss.
Six months ago though, I had it with the butchering of my gums. I decided I would floss every single day and, I would like to see the hygienist tell me again that I bleed bc I don't floss, even though she was the one poking me with an iron toothpick and and strangulating me with a white line.
That's what I did. I might have skipped 5 out of 180 days. Those 5 days were due to arriving home at 2 am after a New Years party, or spending the night in an airplane/airport/shuttle mess - in other words, situations in which the whole regular body hygiene gets overlooked by obvious reasons of complete exhaustion.
So I get to the dentist after flossing religiously every single day (with the exceptions above mentioned), and she decides it's time to do the poking thing - that in which they poke you and then call out numbers at random for another person to write. I had a couple of 4's and 5's, which she said very categorically were due to lack of flossing.
Then I charged with the line I had been waiting six months to use: "But I floss every day."
Quick silence.
"Well, those where in the back teeth, it's normal that it happens in the back teeth."
Then she proceeded to to do that which they call cleaning - and which I call "bleeding me into oblivion with an iron toothpick"
I bled like there was no tomorrow. She then buried that floss inside my gums - nothing out of the ordinary. And I left the dentist feeling pretty banged up, wondering whether I had been hit my a Mack truck or by a 747.
My conclusion - I could have spent those 6 months without flossing and I would have heard the same crap and suffered the same amount of pain - just that I would not have gone through the daily suffering and the of flossing.

Mommy by Agnaldo Timoteo

She is the owner of everything,
she is the queen of the home
She's worth more to me
Than the sky, the land and the sea

She is the most beautiful word that one day the poet wrote
She is the treasure that the poor received from the hands of The Lord

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy
You're the reason of my days
You are made of love and hope

Ai, ai, ai Mommy
I grew up, I lost my way
I Get back to you and feel like a child

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy
I remember the slipper in hand
The apron all dirty with eggs
If I could I would, one more time, Mommy,
Start it all all over again