Ontario Automotive Mechanic Licensing

P ara what you gonna lie ... The update of this blog (which has not been updated since mid-January, due to well-deserved day off for the holidays featuring by the author), would become a big event. We designed new graphics and all the surprises that blogspot allows easily generate, because they come all pre made. But, short story: there was an earthquake (and tsunami, Bridget stuff, right?)

And while we're being honest, I have to support three important things. First, for the "terrible and that the move was to find 30 seconds of sit-guess where-in the toilet bowl! (... Evidently making poop because I am neither of which I will never sit down to a simple meadita, no sir).

naughty always happens that my belly was about to make me one of the traditional night shenanigans (that is, a little rhythmic symphony accompanied intestinal annoying pain near the groin), but I gave her cramps, deciding to do any type of evacuation the next day-and that's how I avoided the dreadful story of an earthquake have passed grade 8 with back smeared in feces .

I know ... it would be nothing compared with what happened in the affected regions. But let me bask in the comfort of knowing that my neighbors did not see the image that would have meant disgrace to have this poor boy to poto peeled and medium POPIN evacuate, just after the earthquake in our lives.

anyway, and as a side note, I can say that I screwed up the earthquake, despite how close, physiologically speaking, was already the case.

Secondly, I reconciled with Chile following the looting and all that disgraceful display of the worst we have, to see that the figure obtained by the Telethon Helps Chile Chile "was clearly higher than imagined ... (goal which I am proud to participate, following a donation to my spirit called "thrifty" never would have imagined).


And the third. Today more than ever confused me that the "mother nature." Because, of course, one could say that we were ultra beaten by Mother Nature, but believe me that in these circumstances complicates me sick call "mother." Mine is that I remember her well deserved coscacho or masks when I said some rude. "But does it? It's like our mother gave us the masks, a couple of slaps, pee and frighten us, we head into the water.

But in the end, it's time to move forward, very helpful and appreciated.

is why I welcome especially (given the international nature of this blog) the expressions of support and affection by way of the internet many foreign friends have sent me and through me to all of Chile.
of heart, thanks for the concern and support.

Oh ... and we came back. To stay, so Serefranco there for long.

(leave no longer support his greeting, his tallit of mind, anyway. All will be welcome)