My family lost their north, they lost it, they really lost it...
Since I left home and came to Ireland, they are doing weird things. I imagine that I was a reference for them and once I went away.. things are loosing grip. They keep making random decisions... someone has to retake the situation, we have to stop it, and I want to publicly protest and make them choose the right way again.
The first thing they did, and I am completely against, was leaving the living room to stay and the kitchen to cook and eat, they now prefer to go downstairs, to the basement, to do those things... oh my god. It's like those people from the countryside who have everything in the first floor perfectly new, with a big TV, nice sofas, everything so nice and clean, air conditioning, every commodity... but they prefer to let them stay there untouched and unused. Instead they prefer to go downstairs, to the ground floor of the house and eat in a shitty table, sit down in shitty sofas and watch that tiny tiny TV where you can barely distinguish one player from another while watching a football game... talking about football, so bad Spain didn't make it to the final of the Confederations Cup, it would have been such a nice game to watch.
But let's not loose focus, let's concentrate in criticizing my family way of doing things since I left home he,he. The thing is that they prefer enjoying a painful daily life without all the commodities of the 21st century world: they prefer to cook in a mini kitchen with mini hobs and without washing machine, without proper cutlery, without proper fridge... Oh I am getting so nervous while writing this... OH MY GOOOOODDDDDDD!!! They are turning back to the 18th century.
So I have the completely clear idea that when I return home for holidays I will do my best to try to improve this situation. Because there is more to tell, this is not the whole story...
They even started growing their own FOOD!!!! Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha... that's the best thing: tomatoes, watermelons, pepers, onions... all of them are growing in what before was my nice garden. I still remember when my father said: "I'll never grow food at home, it is so ugly to have those plants, and you need to work so much to take care of them..." things change a lot.
But there is more, when I tell you they lost their north I am not kidding, it now comes the big thing, this one is big, big as I never imagined before... have a look at it:
Our new family member.
They are truly crazy... another dog, a tiny tiny lovely dog... oh my god, this was the most crazy thing they could do... but... she is soooo cute... because is a she, and it has the temporary name of "Mora".
You have to agree with me that they turned completely crazy, but in the other side, this craziness went to a lovely place hehe. I find this dog so cute, so nice, I really want to return home and play with her, I really like dogs indeed.
So it's been the first crazy decision of my family that, although I have to say again and again that is completely crazy, is also very sweet. I am really excited about the new mini doggy. It is a Schnauzer miniature and as we previously had a giant Schnauzer called Taya that died of an illness, it is really nice for me to have another one. Although she is small, I imagine that she has the same kind of lovely character that Schnauzers have, and that I remember from Taya.
A nice decision in the end, and I already have some names, taken from Irish, to propose. They are: Nora, Ciara (or Kira) and Tara. The first two are typical Anglicizations of Irish names and the third one is the name of a hill, The Hill of Tara, an important place in Ireland's history. So all of them have an interesting background and sound good, let's see which one we choose.
And that was all friends, I hope you liked my new family member, who I think is there to substitute me... incredible!!
Have a good time and enjoy. Cheers!
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