Yesterday we went to spend the day to Zumaia, which is a lovely town, some 25 minutes away from San Sebastián, where I live. It has a beautiful jetty, and renewed docks, piers and promenades, and since it was warm and nice, we walked around and then we spend the day and part of the night fishing.

Well, I never fish, I just can't put the worm into the hook or take the fish away for that matter. I actually hate the when the poor fishes jump inside the plastic bag with their very last strength, struggling for their life. But bf only keeps what he (or his family) are actually gonna eat, and throws back small catches or those species he doesn't like, so I guess it is morally acceptable.

I always bring along a book, a notebook and a pen, and spend my time enjoying the peacefulness of the spot, chitchatting and catching some breeze. And most important of all, I'm the certified sandwich maker, since my hands are clean and non-stincky from fishing affairs.

We still have some bait left, and the day is lovely today as well, so I guess we'll go fishing again. Anyway, here are some pics of the beautiful village of Zumaia:

This is the beautiful view of the coast, expanding westwards.

This is the renewed jetty, our designated spot to spend the fishing journey.

This is the view from the jetty, with the town at the background, a beach at the left, a lovely lighthouse in the middle and the bay and the jetty at the right.

I climbed a bit to take a broader view

This is the ligthouse in a closer view, dedicated to Chantal

From general embarrassment issues, we moved to our most embarrassing favourite Youtuve videos. Yeah, those ones you don't usually talk about. We all have some, don't we? Well, I have mine, of course, and I was shameless enough as to share them with the girls. Well, they kept on mocking me not only for the whole night, but every single night ever after.

And Jenn has been teasing me incessantly and dared me to blog about it. I wasn't really up for the task, but considering that today is her birthday and that I'm thoroughly challenged to do any photoshop thingy for her, I thought that embarrassing myself in front of some more other people won't harm me much and will make her laugh. Especially the making her happy bit deserves it all. So, what are you waiting for? Go on! Just laugh at me :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dghimG_Odgk

Naaa, na, na, na, na, naaaaaaaaaaa... Yeah, uncle Jesse. I know :oops: So what? Yeah, the open shirt, the bed and the candles are just :roll: But he is sooo cute with the babies...

Anything for my goddaughter. Because I love you Jenn. Happy birthday! :D

P.S. Mwahahahahahahahaha :twisted::twisted::twisted::twisted: Depending on the comments I get, I may consider posting a link to her embarrassing video :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Today is Hotz's 14 bday. He is quite an old chap, but hey, look at him playing in the snow :D

http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w137/BOOM-MOO/NIEVE/?action=view¤t=VIDEO-EDUYHOTZ26-12-06.flv

Have all you guys seen the sea? I know there are loads of people who haven't and it still amazes me. My life is so bond to it, that I can't imagine living without the salty puddle.

Last couple of nights I've gone for a walk after dinner and I've taken Hotz along with me, because guess what? Boooooo he is healthy and he walks and he runs like hell when he glimpses any fellow 4 legged creature :P Summer is definitely settling down over here, sowe are enjoying such a mild temperature that I went down to the lighthouse at St. Peter and sat down there. It was really quiet, except for the distant voices of some people fishing up in the promenade and the big shadow of a ship which came back inside the harbour for shelter in the last hours of the day.

I just love staying there, silent, just listening to the healing sound of the sea, the breeze making my hair a mess. It's so peaceful to look at the immensity of the Cantabrian Sea under the starred sky. There's nothing else to see in there but both blue infinites and still nothing else is missed. I kept on petting Hotz for a while and then just leant my head on the lighthouse wall, listened to the seagulls and to the waves beating at my feet and shed a couple of tears. I always feel overwhelmed there but still I love it. Tasting the salty tears together with the iodine of the sea, always makes me feel real and alive :)

This is Saint Peter's lighthouse.

Saint Peter's lighthouse a bit more far away.

Saint Peter's lighthouse in the far distance.

I took this one with my cell's camera as I was walking towards the lighthouse.

Well, I'm not in jail.I was lucky and the cheap sl*t didn't show up at my nephew's party, which was a bless because we had a great time there. So I'll have to save my assassin instincts for the next time she feels like pissing me off and I feel like putting them into good practice :wink:

Yesterday I was still a bit bleh, but today I'm feeling much better. At least now I'm all calmed down and you guys did a great job at making me realize that she is not really worth my tears. But I'm of a weepy nature and of a dumb one as well, since it seems that I always care about everyone's contentment over mine. Even though I always get hurt in the process. Sometimes it is difficult to see where the border line is between being a good person and an idiot. So maybe I'm stronger than I gave myself credit for *shrugs* :)*pasts self*

Whatever, you know? Someone made me think that maybe I have to deal with such a b*tch as a life's counterpoint to the bunch of great people I'm blessed to share with, the "touchable" onesand you all. So I can proudly tell that it's worth it. Thanks for getting my back guys :D

And the birthday party was great. Alex, my nephew was hyper and overexcited with the cake, the presents, his cousins... and I enjoyed playing with the kids. I'm one of those adults who turns into a kid and lies down on the floor to play with the noisy bunch. I have 4 nephews (Erik who is 10, Xabier who is 7, Alejandro who is 6 and Markel, my godson who is 2) and a niece (Leire who is 5).I can't believe that Alex already turned 6. Time really flies. I perfectly remember his smell when I first took him in my arms. He took his own good time to be born. He had a long and messy black hair and he was soft and warm. He is a really affectionate little boy who always convinces me to do anything he wants me to do with those incredible blue eyes.

This is him, too hyper to even let me take him a proper picture.

This is him as well, non-bday day, cute and well behaved


Thank you guys for all the support, I love you all :D

Someone suggested that I should kill my dog. It seems that he is too old to deserve any better. Most of you already know Hotz, but for those who friended me lately, here are a couple of pics.

I knew about it yesterday night, and no, I'm not actually feeling any better today. And I won't be until I face that b*tch and tell her a couple of things. She really got to me this time, and I hate it because that's probably what she wanted to.So yeah,I'm not only upset, I'm mad like hell :evil:

Of course it wasn't a friendly advice. You know what? She is a relative of my bf. Yeah, nice huh? And I already hate her to death. Long story short: she flirted with my bf once and she even kissed him so he had to kick her arse. All of this, in front of a whole bunch of people who know me. And, since she was staying at my bf's, she still got into his bed at night. Bf had to slap her and well, you know. He told me the whole story the next day, and made me promise I wouldn't act crazily about it, which is pretty much me when someone gets on my nerves.

It was much bigger than this but it is kinda long and painful to explain.So as you can imagine, I'm willing to kill her ever since. But considering she is his CLOSE RELATIVE, I just ate my anger not to embarrass their parents who are great people. It would have messed the whole family relationships, which are really close and affectionate so far, you know? So I just bite my tongue in every single wedding, bday and so on in which we both meet.

And...today we are most probably meeting. We are celebrating my nephew Alejandro's 6 birthday and she might be there. Just great. Which kills me, is the fact that I just can't tell everyone the kind of a b*tch she is. I so hate it. I won't ever do that out of respect for the whole family. That's why I'm so mad. Because she knows I won't and takes advantage of it. The cheap b*tch :evil:

Guess what? I know my dog better than anyone. I know he is old, but he is as healthy as he can be considering his age. And I take both him and my cat to the vet regularly, so he is perfectly well controlled. He only has some issues with his hips, but apart from that he is fine.

You just don't mess with someone's bf, and you don't mess with someone's dog either, that only dog owners understand. I've been crying like a baby for the whole day. And I'm scared because if I meet her today I may slap her and spit at her and totally lose control. That's so me when I'm mad. And today I'm mad. DAMMIT!!!!! I'm too mad to be true. So, I just hope there is a nice broadband in jail for me to read your comments.

P.S. Thanks Jenn for caring so much. I love you :)

People laughed at me this afternoon. They pointed at me. They made fun of me. I guess they were either bored or looking for a good excuse to go visit their dentist. Because if someone had dared to mock me in my face, they wouldn't have kept their teeth in place, that's for sure. It wouldn't be the first time that I slap someone. According to Blu and my Nokia conversor I'm 5'9, and that always helps :wink:*cackles*

I spent the afternoon with my friends. We were celebrating that Mayi is pregnant which she wanted so badly and that Sonia is too, which she really didn't want that badly, but you know, it happens. It's a bit of bad timing for her but she is cool with it now. So we went for a coffee, then a walk and then dinner.

I don't usually pay much attention to people in the street. I actually pay much more attention to any cat or dog I may pass by. I walk around in my little world, thinking about my stuff and minding my own business. So I usually need friends and acquaintances to call out my name "BM!!" :P so I can notice them.

Today it was the same. I was either looking at my friends' faces when they talked (and thinking how blessed I am to have them around) or minding and biting and kissing and tickling the adorable 1 year old baby girl that I was carrying, a while in my arms, another while in my shoulder (man, she is heavy now). And yeah, I confess, some other times I was in BM land. Just enjoying some socializing for a change.

So my friends told me. I looked up and glimpsed this couple giggling, but they just looked away as I faced them. I just shrugged. Not a big deal. I don't usually get people, but I'm fine with it since people don't usually get me. But it kept on happening all the afternoon, so I was kinda pissed at the end. You know, I'm all up for the " do whatever you want to do as long as you don't mess with the others".

Ok, so you are dying to know what the big fuss was, huh? (Insert drums here). My socks. A couple of damn socks which I was wearing for the first time. Well yeah *ahem* they were different but hey, guess what? They somehow match. Someone bought them for me and I loved them from second 1. And not only this pair, I got several others :)

Well, I rolled up my pants to take the picture, but go figure what you could see of them with my pants down, just the little bit by the clasp stripe. And even if they were fully different, what do people f*cking care? Are they so seriously bored and frustrated as to bother about someone else's socks? Honestly, I had this gorgeous baby in my arms, they should have looked at that beautiful smile. What a sad life theirs. *sigh* Whatever, you know? I'm planning on keeping unsubstantial people amused for a long while :D And thank God they couldn't see my bra and my thong. Matching a NO NO either :lol:

Someone told me that I should update my blog more often. Gah, as if I dunno. Only problem being that I never know what to write about. So if I bore you like hell just blame Blu. Oops, sorry hunnie :wink:

I know that the title sounds promising, but I won't embarrass myself further than I already did with my infamous steamy posts at Consequences :oops: But hey, just don't despair, I'll do it soon since apparently I got to update. Meh.

These are Saint Peter (left village in the picture) and Saint John (right village in the picture) both at the entrance of the Pasajes Harbour. Always rivals in everything, especially in sports. You can have a 20 minutes drive from one to the other, or you can take the boat who unites them both in one minute, one and a half maximum.

So here it goes the story. Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl who lived in St. Peter and a gorgeous guy who lived in St. John. Both met at one festival and as they were flirting it started to rain, so the guy kindly asked the girl to hold her umbrella for her. Pffffffft, I know :P So, she was fascinated with the beau's manners and they started dating.

They guy was nuts for the girl. He brought her to the movies, to dances, to fairs...the girl always had cold hands, above all in winter, and he used to buy her chestnuts so she could keep them in her pockets and warm her hands :)

He always spent all his money in taking the girl out and having fun and warming her hands, and always came back home penniless and late. That wouldn't be that bad if he hadn't had to pay for the boat that unites both St. Peter and St. John. And even worse since he was usually late and the boat wasn't working. So, the only available way for him to cross from the girl's village to his village was swimming. It takes like 5 minutes, not bad, no need to be fit. But there were plenty of people in the street and the poor teenager had to get naked not to arrive home all soaking.

He used to look right, then left, right, then left and get naked. Then he tied up his clothes on top of his head with his shoelaces, but he was so nervous that he always dived headfirst :lol: Ahahahahaha, all the embarrassment for nothing. Poor dad, the things he did for my mum.

I'm sorry, I just don't know how to summarize. Yeah, I'm the most terrible blogger ever :(

My mum always says that I am a witch. Only because my great-grandmother and my grandmother were, and my mum is. I find it funny, so I don't care much. I'm a 4th generation witch, apparently.

My great-grandmother became a widower with 5 daughters and a son. My great-grandfather was a sailor and his ship sank, and since his body was never found, not even the smallest remains of the vessel, my great-grams did not receive any pay. She was a widow, but not officially. (Laws have changed a lot, luckily enough. I live in this village by the sea and I can tell loads of sad stories, but well, that's a theme for another blog). However, she managed to provide for her family working really hard.

4 of her daughters (my grams being one of them) became widowers at a very early stage of their lives, so they moved again with my great-grams carrying a lot of children with them, mainly girls, among them my mum. So they lived like 5 adult women and 10 children together, sleeping like Charlie Bucket's grandparents (for real). No doubt they were really close, and they still are. And they kinda developed a especial bond, guessing ability transferring from old to young. My great-grams became blind when old (she lived 101 years) and there was something magic in her hands. Well, that is really difficult to explain, but since I was a small kid I always felt funny when I was around her :)

So, my mum always tells me how my great-grams, my grams and her sisters had this ability to guess things that were going to happen, only because they dreamt about them or became obsessive with them :idea: According to my mum, my grams was an extraordinary guesser, but that I can't really tell. However, my mum guesses a lot, and she is always right I can promise. They are like narrow guesses, but at the same time there is something that tells me that it is not a coincidence. For instance, last night, she dreamt about dead people and she woke up repeating that sleeping of the dead brings news from the alive. I was like rolling my eyes, because I dream every night, I mean, I always remember what I dream, but my mum insists that she can tell when one of the dreams is going to be the one.

Well, (points downwards to previous blog) the day before yesterday I became obsessed with that commercial and its song. I've been humming it ever since. I kept watching and rewatching it on youtube because it reminded me of Galicia and some good friends I have there. I cried a lot. I gave it no importance at all. I'm weird like that, remember? :wink: Yesterday afternoon I was writing some kinky bits for "Consequences" thread and chatting with Kewlz, my headphones on and the celtic song playing once and again. Suddenly the door bell rang, and those very same Galician people I had been thinking about showed at my door. They went through a 10 hour drive to come visit.

It was a great afternoon. We cried a lot, laughed a lot, told the same old memories we always do, took loads of pictures and spend such a nice time together. They spent the night and left this morning. My mum told me the "I told you so". She knew we would have news from the alive. And she remembered me how I had been bugging her (and bf, and friends, and people at work and you all) about the commercial :lol:. I really gave it a second thought because it is not the first time that this happens to me. It actually happens usually, but I thought it was normal since it has always been there.

Now I think I may be a 4th generation witch. I like the idea. That would explain quite a lot of things like my weirdness, my love for owly hours or my big nose and pointed hat (ahahaha, kidding) :D. So if you ever see me riding a broom with my cat, cooking some potion and dancing naked around a bonfire, just don't pay me any attention. That's what I am supposed to do.

Yeah, I'm one of those weirdos who like tv commercials. Well, not all of them of course. Today I watched this one and it moved me to tears. For real. I know, I'm weird. The song gave me the goose bumps. Any celtic note does. So I googled. I found it. I downloaded it. I love it.

It promotes turism in Galicia (north-west Spain). My grandma was Galician. I've been there quite a lot of times. It is an amazing land with amazing people. Both the song and the speaker use galician language. Hope you understand a bit, Lia, Renn and Razzle.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMerqHbrBl8&NR=1

TÚ GITANA 
Luar Na Lubre 


Tu gitana que adevinhas
me lo digas pues no lo sé
si saldré desta aventura
o si nela moriré.

O si nela perco la vida
o si nela triunfaré,
Tu gitana que adevinhas
me lo digas pues no lo sé.

Here is the link to the song:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZ0mmXsibaE

So, watcha think? Am I that weird? Well, you don't actually need to answer to the second question, just in case :wink: