May the dark creatures teach you how to dance
May your day become a neverending party night, may your soul stretch out inside your body and have you jump with joy, may the dark creatures teach you how to dance, may Ona invite you to next year's halloween parade. We were lucky enough to make it in her list last Saturday. Happy Halloween, boys and girls.

Delicate
I took this pic of a napping Bruno at the hotel room we booked out in Californian Dana Point to allegedly celebrate our wedding aniversary. Here is the wallpaper version that is currently at my laptop. I like it so much i could eat my screen with a glass of wine now. And personally i think it fits just fine in this week's delicate challenge at the Friday Photo site.

Just a silly question
Am i the only one who thinks Katie Holmes looks like Diane Keaton's secret daughter?

One night stand in hell
I had a job interview (or a professional chat, really) scheduled for last Friday. I got dressed feeling nauseous in the morning and hopped in the car with Muffin (whom we dropped in school first) and Pablo. I was shaking and my head was looping. About half an hour before my appointment, i considered driving back home and just hiding under a large amount of pink and lavender pillows.

But i decided the nausea would eventually go away and thus, after leaving Pablo at work, i darefully proceeded into the mayhem of the Madrid traffic at midmorning. I had the heating in the car full blast and i was wearing my jacket over my knees while driving. Like a granny with a cat on her lap. It was pretty insane. And i felt tremendously sorry for my poor little self. As i was ready to park, the cell rang. It was from the interview place. They were cancelling. I didn't know if i should cry or thank the Friday fairies.

I drove back home, chewing gum to avoid closing my eyes in the middle of the middle lane. I was feeling so dozy. Dopey. Done. It was a good thing my mum was in town and helped me deal with Muffin. I don't know what bug bit me, but i slept and slept until my eyes could focus on the curtain again, which took about 3 hours. Then another two. The disease elegantly left my body around noon on Saturday. By Monday morning, i was up and running, fresh, lipsticked and ready to hit job interview 2.0. More on that later.

On Sunday, feeling like Leroy Johnson on disco night, i put Muffin in the sling and went out into the cool morning air to get the paper. I payed mum a visit. She was, oddly enough, still in bed. She looked different when she opened the door to us. A different colour. The same yellow colour i had worn on Friday. The bug had hit her too. Again, her particular storm didn't last long, either.

Beware of the bug. He bites, he leaves. And you're left in bed, weak with the memories of your one night stand in hell.

Where are thou?
The geek in me just found another treasure map. Can you smell the new upholstery of the site? It's a beta, baby.

B2B
I'm B2B, which stands for Back To Business: i'm officially on the job hunt, without a treasure map but not lacking the semi-pirate attitude. Back to business, meaning i am again just one person, normal, regular, plain, as you please to call me. I am no longer awaiting the miracle of Muffin birth, nor am i exclusively absorbed by Bruno's oceanic eyes.

I'm B2B, watching movies -on the verge of actually going to the cinema, give us a couple of weeks there-, reading books and magazines, listening to music. Bruno spent a good part of Sunday afternoon with my mother and i successfully danced around the living room to one of my favourite hiphop tunes. Another form of B2B.

I listen to classical music on the car radio. I listen to old 80s songs in the kitchen. I enjoy driving and am not tense about Bruno in the back seat anymore. I don't cook that much. I stay up late, reading in bed, just because i want to and i'm not that concerned about the 4 am feeding, since it's not a regular anymore. B2B.

Business as usual, as it used to be. Regular clothes. British size 8. Spanish size 38, 40, M, L or ExtraFreakingSmall, depending on the psychotic brand chosen. Back to the odd beer, not necessarily tempered down with lemon anymore. Back to that much needed second cup of coffee.

Back to actually returning calls. I might even set my record straight and start attending parties. Children friendly Halloween at Arwen/Ona's place shall be a nice start. And the old school band Los Ronaldos, reunited for the cash and the memories (their own b2b), will definetely be the turning point. We've got the tickets. November 24th. Celebrating B2B.

Whyohwhy
The main reason Muffin is in school as i type this is to have time to do stuff. Important stuff, such as, say, bring some good cold cash into our household.

I have freelancing work to do. And it makes me want to bark. And kick computer screens. It also makes me remotely happy because it gives me some dignity in the long forgotten work field.

But there is still a question that remains unanswered. When did i become a freaking page designer? Who decided to look for an experienced text writer if the job you want covered has only a 3% to do with it? How did we all jump into this mess?

Oh, errr.. one last question. Could you please send a "become a Quark X Press expert in 5 minutes" course my way?

Small talk
Muffin sits on the couch and tells me all about his 3rd day at school. Then he lingers on the memories.

Family milestones
The complete story of Bruno, the preschool boy.

No time
The times they are a-changing around here. So fast. Muffin started kindergarden this morning. He's breastfeeding with bottles at least once a day now. I'm back at (freelance) work. I'm skinnier. The house is preparing for winter and we've put new radiators all over the place. Bruno is still very tall and not so chubby. I'm toying with business ideas. Again. I need a hair style and a warm coat. Ambivalence is also tired of her outfit, but she doesn't complain out loud. I cried for a full three minutes as we left Muffin in school and wondered where time was going in such a rush.