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It 'was a beautiful day! The

E 'was a good day ..!

This morning we brought the children of the nursery on a trip to the country ..

I love my job.

Six years ago the threshold of 34 and after 15 steps in jewelry as a salesgirl, I decided it was time to make a change to my life. It was not an easy decision .. two small children, a mortgage to pay, a safe place to work .. for a leap in the dark!

After the birth of children and a happy experience of motherhood, I was approached, first as a supporter and then as Consultant , to a charity that deals with support and info rmation to mothers wishing to breastfeed their babies.

extremely rewarding experience through which I grew up as a woman and mother.

The monthly meetings that I have held in recent years at the local health district in my area, have crossed my path with that of many stories of mothers and children, the phone has been a valuable part in supporting mothers who called me sometimes a simple question: "E 'is normal for your breasts more than half an hour?" and those desperate crying and asking for my help.

Life of the store just did not suit him more!

also relations with the managers of jewelry (with whom I have close ties of kinship), had come to crack down irretrievably.

I was not happy, I felt frustrated in that role and in constant conflict with them, so could not go on ..!

decided to fire me.

It was not a decision taken lightly ..

spent a year when able to develop this idea (supported by my family and my friends) to the time when I communicated it to my relatives, who welcomed him with no small wonder!

year I spent as a prisoner, scratching a mark on the wall every day, sees closer to his freedom.

Internet and every little possibility: a competition, a training course, the curriculum to prepare, to interpret laws ..

Among bitter disappointments and small rewards, finally one morning to a job interview, I met a person ..

Mariarosa was the one who finally listened to me, that was able to capture my motivation and appreciation for what I'm worth.

today tells me that in those days had several conversations with girls interested in that type of work, but .. still had not met the right person.

say that I was the right person at the right time! ;)

So now my life flows between small pests and lovable rogues, nursery .. Enchanted Valley, the Friends, which lives in the same Miranda! morning with the little ones, all lined in a row more or less composed, excited and curious We started our journey from country lanes.

people leaning out of windows to wave their hands in salute, the elderly on the streets, stopping and with a smile on his face wrinkled look at the kids. Their expressions did not hide the astonishment of some, observing t anti children so attentive to the recommendations of their Tate!

"Emma, \u200b\u200bwho looks straight ahead or else stumble! Lorenzooo ..! Firmly attached to your partner!"

"Look Tataaaa a dog! "," Tato Hello! "

Until you reach those puddles .. in which up to a couple of decades ago, women were washing clothes. Here wonder of the children was great!

"Look at the Tata piscinaaa", "Fish?", "The squaloooo!".

"Tata is beautiful hike because there are so many ways!

For lunch they ate as children Cubs and bedtime came in a flash ..

They have fallen asleep dreaming of a shark and who knows what ..!

So tell me .. I could never give up all this?!

your Tata-Samantha

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Tina Pina and the balcony to the balcony ... well ...

Sunday afternoon. Continue to drizzle, the sky is dark and sad. We are at home, shoulders. My husband is dragged from the couch to the computer, my son alternates games on TV. And I ... not even a good book to pass the time. Boredom fills this evil day of rest. Well my friends, which usually kill the boredom of some Sundays have taken other commitments, made other programs. What to do? I decide to go for a bit 'expense, not to make it completely useless this day and not get overwhelmed by boredom. I go out as they are, overalls, tennis shoes, without a trace of makeup. So those who will never be out shopping on Sunday afternoon, this time? Wrong! Apparently the whole town has gathered here today at the supermarket, entire families with little children scurrying about, couples holding hands, and even groups of noisy teenagers intent on trying do not know what. The temptation would be to leave instantly, but now I'm here and then try to get me off of people without offending anyone with the cart, and to do as quickly as possible. I am irritated, impatient, intolerant.

are especially uncomfortable in the midst of all these ladies chirping at her husband's side, elegant, made-up, inexplicably happy. I hasten: to socialize today I do not want! After the tour, I approached the cash register. Behind me forty-two rather interesting. Smile, wink, chat cordially. But I said, I do not want to socialize. I feel sloppy, slovenly, not seductive: a forty year old woman resigned and ungainly. This is an image I know to defer to those around me. But it's raining and I run the ball. I just want to go home, to pull me on the couch and enjoy a bit 'insane for television. The friendliness of the two goes so far as to help raise funds to water, to accommodate the expenditure on the conveyor belt, not required but help came naturally. I smile, thank you and I go back to the parking lot. I'm almost satisfied: I reflect on the fact that some men are able to be kind and courteous anyway, even without the seduction of a winking eye, legs discoveries of high heels. I feel liberated by this thought, the possibility that despite being themselves, without disguise, is being treated as people, they still receive attention.

I go by car and ... oops! I realize painfully that the zipper of my suit is mysteriously slipped below the allowed limit and one can see everything that the push-up raises, pushes and provocatively suggests. And I assure you is no small thing!

In this gloomy day full of boredom, I thought I defer to others a certain image of myself, homely and reassuring ... and instead, it seems to me is wrong ... the Tina and La Pina, the balcony shamelessly changed the tables. Bad exhibitionist!

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TOMORROW ...

I felt like a fish out of water when, long ago, talking to Miranda, I confess that sometimes I'm so nasty that it becomes unbearable she I looked alarmed, for the first time not in complete harmony with me, then he quickly added: "I do not is because, in fact, are much more sympathetic to you." I happened to repeat it to a friend, seeking understanding, but even he was stunned, and the more I tried to explain and I did not understand. In short, the question is simple, perhaps worrying, sometimes I find it challenging and very rewarding to take care of me, figure out what I really want, what I think ... I am assailed by an immense effort, against a deep feeling of dislike that I feel, just for myself. Without considering the amazement I feel when I do hear statements in stark contrast to what I stated above. Not to mention the snachs evening, the adverse indissoluble statements of principle in the morning, I saw a little breakfast with milk, coffee and two biscuits. As if most people in my hotel, each with its own personality, with tastes, ideas, different opinions ... I define "dislike" that I need, urgently, to take everything seriously, and expect to point out who is beside me, to dissect the issues, to keep his word, whatever the cost, to meet its commitments even when everyone else has violated the rule and now no longer makes sense. And when they are "not unsympathetic" are more uncomfortable with myself. That is when I feel like "fuck" when they are inconsistent and "cheat to make the lonely" when the passion takes over and everything I believe, at that moment, I do not think at all. Today, for example, and I'm ashamed to admit it, I was invited to lunch the Mc Donald's: at least fifteen years have passed since the last time I went and I have always supported my utter adversity for this fast food. They invited me and I accepted! Besides, the most surprising thing is that I was good: good for good company, good for the feeling of insane offense, good for the atmosphere of carefree youth, good for the inconsistency ... But from tomorrow I start my campaign of absolute opposition! And he'd been there ... I swear! Neither I nor my children! PS. In this climate of profound confusion HO one certainty: CHANGE 'ALWAYS THERE WHEN CHANNEL' Giuliano Ferrara!