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Investments




Institute of savings and ground rent annually publishes a comparison of investment going back to 1972:

• French shares
• Commercial property
  
• Real Estate Housing
  
• Companies listed property
• SCPI
• Bond Fund Money Market Funds
• 
  
• Livret A
• Gold

The study this year has been published and relayed by the site pierrepapier.fr. You can find it by clicking here .

It appears that the year 2009 and over the past 10 years, it is listed property, therefore actions based on real estate, who won the race for best placement! Between 1972 and 2009, they get an internal rate of return of 11.5%, slightly surpassed by that of the French shares, to 11.6%. These last were particularly bad over the period 1999-2009. They ate their bread white before. I nuanced in mind that we are not obliged to confine itself to the French shares. The growth and dynamism are better elsewhere, unfortunately.

Regarding REITs which I have often talked about here, the author notes that they have suffered in the 90s, what we already knew. He believes their dramatic turnaround of the 2000s is clearly linked to the housing market itself, but perhaps also to the restructuring of the REITs themselves, and the market share.

These data demonstrate once again that past performance does not prejudge the future and that the time investment is key: do not come on top of an investment cycle. Still need to know, at the time, the cycle peak is reached.

The study also includes some worthy sayings of Confucius:

• should be considered the gold for what it is: a highly speculative, that is to say exactly the opposite of a protective placement .
• Good investment policy based on a constant questioning of the decision that can have on a particular investment.
• Only invest more or less well adapted to the length of detention envisaged and the risk that one is willing to take.

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Pension reform: measures Heritage

Eric Woerth announced yesterday its pension reform, which aims to bring the general to 0 deficit in 2018 instead of 32 billion euros at present.

One day or another, we align CARPIMKO on full pension at age 67 instead of 65. But now, here's what we can touch:

• Those who are in the marginal tax bracket to 40% will undergo a new levy of 1%. They are not the most numerous among paramedics, but they exist. Those who save
• for their old age will see a 1% increase in levies on capital gains from property disposals and securities, and the levy on dividends and interest payments. This does not just affect shareholders' interests in a deposit account are also concerned, for example. This is in addition to 1.1% last year.

The state tax therefore funded pension fund for the retirement division. He also retired tax, which are those with the most wealth by definition: they had more time to create one.

The two measures above, and the taxation of stock options and pension-hats (which will please the media) should report 3.7 billion euros next year.

Last point: what will happen after 2018? We are likely to hear again about courage and justice, the two buzzwords in 2010.

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AMO € to 2.60: good timing? Welcome to my bunker

The National Federation of Speech held its congress in Vichy in this weekend. She wants to hear two major demands: the AMO to 2.60 € for Liberals and wage increases of public and private. You've probably followed the convention more of the CFDT in the media than the speech ...

Today FNO ask all speech, whether unionized or not, to send the text to Nicolas Sarkozy:

President of the Republic,

SLPs respect the conventional contract, speech participate in the mission of public health service.
Yet, 8 years' fees are not upgraded, their wages are neither worthy nor attractive. Incomes are down speech.
President of the Republic, speech no longer support this austerity.
President of the Republic, SLPs claim AMO to 2.60 € and a pay rise.


For a printable version directly here:

http://www.orthophonistes.fr/upload/070620101347Lettre_coul.pdf

You can also send text via the Internet: http://www

.elysee.fr / write /

This action is also relayed on Facebook at the initiative of the blog Elsass Ortho

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=116115031761312&v=wall

remains that AMO has been slightly modified two time in 8 years: it rose to 2.37 € in 2003 (revaluation in 2002) and to 2.40 € in 2007 (redirection of funds allocated during the change in nomenclature in 2006). This remains far short of inflation, but it is not zero. It is embarrassing to send the wrong message to the President, whose officials know all this. This is at best a shortcut approximate, at worst a denial of reality. It would have been more objective and also talking to compare these two revaluations with 8 years of inflation.

can also wonder if the timing is appropriate, when:

• All of Europe is obliged to reduce its spending.
• France begins to borrow significantly more expensive than Germany for their daily subsistence.
• The doctors themselves are not totally sure they get their 23 € after the ads for lowering ONDAM and strengthening procedures for alerting the slippage of expenditure health.

course, FNO did not know all this when it adopted the conference dates of Vichy. He can also grateful to finally AMO forefront of its claims. And nothing ventured, nothing gained ... Hopefully all this action is not only a communication operation to the base.

final point, which can make quite pessimistic about the chances of AMO to 2.60 €: the state will have a field day we meet we just have to work harder. Our friends physiotherapists we have said here ...

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tailbone hurts worse trust forgotten in the car

I'm sitting in the waiting room at the CHUS ultrasound. A small problem in the placenta, since the echo morphology of 20 weeks, resulted in gynecology requested an echo of growth to ensure that the chicken swimming in my pool grows well.

I'm sitting on an uncomfortable chair. Before me, a young couple with smiles that would Crest drooling any advertising. I think they will land the jaw so they display an air of happy. We guess they come to meet their first bébé.Un other couple arrives. Worse another. It does not stop. It to believe that all couples the corner waiting for the passage of the stork. I smell the hormones of pregnant women to 100 miles around. Worse everyone smiles. Everyone.

I am always sitting on that chair so comfortable not too bad I'm getting a sore tailbone. The clock displays in front of me 30 minutes late to my appointment. I sigh of discomfort. I will find the receptionist who told me that the appointment of 14 h 30 is still not happened. My next chair is quick to tell me she was scheduled to ... 14 pm! Me my appointment was at 14 h is 45 and 15 h. .. Depressing.

I seem to be the only finds the time long. Who does not look like a child four years before his race track he has just unpacked for Christmas.

Frankly, I wonder. What am I doing here? What am I supposed to pick?

I feel like wasting my time.

Because I know that everything is A-1 panel behind my jeans. I know that # 3 is developing well. I know there is no need to worry. I know. I feel it.

My baby moves (too) well. My fundal height is within the standards. All the rest of the examinations is number 1 (pressure, heart rate, etc..).

So why? Why I'm worried with this damn echo?

Why I put in the hands of a gynecologist and a radiology technician, so my confidence at the far end of me, I know everything is going?

Why I do that? Why do I imagine a scenario of horror must draw my eyes when the technician will affix his machine on my belly buttered conductive gel? Why I'm already thinking about what I'll do my two other girls in the event that one should m'accoucher on the field because my # 3 shows a possible growth retardation? Why I imagine already rocking my baby that will connect from anywhere in Neonatal?

Ridiculous.

Completely stupid.

Some say it's nice to see images of his heir in his swimming pool. It makes things more concrete others will say.

No need for concrete with the blows it gives me the hips in the middle of the night. No need for concrete hiccups with it constantly.

No need concrete figures of the balance that continue to mount (they are an Olympic record?).

I know I have a tenant in the gut. Not need a rocket scientist to make it real!

Others say that it is better safe than sorry. To them, I say: "Maybe. But all these medical interventions are so upset with nothing too much for expectant parents. It encourages them to use their power of parents, their confidence in them aside in favor machines that plug into the wall. sorry. "

Want the best? The hen weighs between five and five and a half pounds, which would make a baby more than eight pounds at birth. Possible growth retardation, we said?

I knew that everything was perfect. Next time I will trust and I will spare my tailbone these chairs so uncomfortable.

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The platform attracts a fun

I break my ears always inherited with the same story when they have difficulty.

"I know you think that's flatter than I would not want you listen to the TV until 2 am, but believe me that tomorrow when you go do your math test, you'll greatly appreciate that your old mother sends you to bed earlier than you want. "" Yes, yes, it's true that it's not fun having to empty the litter box in your rabbit. It is true that it's gross. But tonight, when you lie, you will appreciate it feels good in your room. "In short, every ugly thing that shows up in their lives, I tell them that there will always, always something positive that sooner or later will point to compensate.

It happened again recently. Filou was not invited to the birthday party of his sister's girlfriend Maxim. Because she promised this little boom: supper restaurant and dip in Lake Brompton moonlight. Then, sleep with the girlfriend and breakfast waffles buried under a ton of fruit, maple syrup and custard. Even I was a little fru not having been invited to this fiesta.

Anyway. Still, my Filou crying because they had not received any invitation card to his name. She was inconsolable. Worse it was not my mom's words with his psycho candy tiring five pennies that would bring him a smile in the face.

It's two days later that his Chiclets reappeared on her dentures. "Trickster, you know when mom tells you that there's always something fun happens after something flat, do you believe me?"

She looks at me with a look of teen whose mother hit him royally on the nerves and has only one desire: that the mother gives birth to its point quickly so she can go to chat on MSN with the entire universe while emptying the fridge.

"Well today I had a phone that should make you forget that you're not invited to the party in Florence."

Quietly, his air relented. I guess she was afraid to attend a course in psychology when she did not want going to listen to Hannah Montana.

"Imagine, then, that Louis-Philippe (a family friend) bought tickets for the Canadiens and that its tickets are in the family area"

From that moment, sparks appeared in his eyes. A smile took shape on his lips. She waited, nervously, the end of my sentence.

"And when you buy tickets in this area is necessarily an adult ticket and a ticket for a child under 16 years, Louis-Philippe did not know And as Louis-Philippe did not child, he thought to bring you with him. What do you say? "

you imagine his reaction? Well, it was ten times worse! She screamed with joy. She, on the Canadian? The game where everybody wants to go! The dream! My youngest pinched everywhere to make sure she was not dreaming. She made me repeat the least 14 times in history. She made me swear on the head of his father that I did not play his turn. "But Mom, I will not be able to sleep tonight!"

Indeed, the chick has had trouble getting to sleep that night. And even the return of the Bell Centre after the win 5 to 1 of CH at the expense of the Flyers.

An unforgettable evening that beats many dinners at the brewery and dip in a lake.

"And Mom, now I'll always believe you when you go tell me things." Thank

Louis-Philippe. I owe you one.

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Why Do You Get Dry Heaves In The Mornings

Between joy and anxiety The store

It is the ambivalent Genevieve. Yep. With four weeks to leave the job for her maternity leave, the Genevieve did not know which side to take. Of what to do. At wits end.

Is she happy? Or is it anxious to leave?

I have just give the boss the details of my leave. And I admit it was funny.

strange because it seems like yesterday that I announced in a pattern # 3 pushed me in the stomach. Time if the challenge definitively too fast.

strange because I was completely convinced, at the very moment Filou has released its first cry, that I never would wear jeans with panels. So far from me was the idea of finding myself on maternity leave one of these four.

Strange to think that it's someone else in the coming weeks, will be sitting in my chair. Who writes here. Who will take my place.

In a society where the mother's job is not valued and so the career is cubed, diffi cult to peace of mind. To go too long without the slightest question. Yes, I look forward to rest. Cooking food frozen for later. Hide and to wash diapers pink Nanan. Spending hours to fl atter my belly and watch it grow new stretch marks that will emerge. Reading magazines fi Islands without remorse. To wash my floor on all fours. Take long baths to reduce the Braxton Hicks. Waiting for the moment is fi nally came.

But I'm afraid. I'm afraid. I'm afraid.

Fear of not loving my new life. To piss me off to make ga ga ga all day long. Around in circles in my living room in front of a pile of washing diapers. I do not know that myself, maternity leave endless. For the first two, I was trying to get a diploma.

worse I'm afraid of losing my place to work. It was thought in 2010. Have a law protecting pregnant women. Knowing that attitudes have changed over the past 30 years. But I fear none.

Suddenly the person who replaces me is better than me? It

pocket, eh, as refl ection? The job takes up so much space in our lives that it becomes diffi cult to leave everything to the most important: our children. Even though we know that this is the key to happiness and not on a pay stub ...

Fear you, readers, forget me. Some days I make plans, scenarios that have neither head nor tail. "Honey, what would you take any parental leave in my place?" "Hello, madam! Does your center accepts infants of 18 weeks?" "Baby # 3, three months, you're now big enough to take care alone all day while mom is going to do phone interviews and written texts of the house?"

And how we guarantee that when my leave is over, I'm going to want to kill to stay home with my # 3? What we are doing such evil, we wives. It is not the ambivalent Genevieve. It is pathetic ...

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Moms

" Trickster, admit that you would go into a store moms. And in this very, very big store, which is larger than the Maxi and the Wal-Mart together, there are all the mothers in the world. There Mayra's mother, the mother of Camille, the mother of Florence and also that of Roxanne. There are mothers who want their children to bed very late. D others who agree that their little girls eat chocolate before dinner.

Then there are also mothers who believe that homework is not important. There are also very beautiful moms who are so nice and patients. Willing to go without grumbling tuck their chickens before bedtime. Who make delicious dinners without meat and vegetables-too-hard-to-chew. Who always say yes to go to the park. Which do not require their children to set the table or empty the dishwasher vaisselle.Dis me, Filou, which would you choose? "

Each time it's the same arena. It takes a serious look and reflected at length on the matter. "But is there a mother who would make spaghetti every day? Who does not require me to take my bath every night? Who would buy all Pets Shop I want? "I understand

questioning. That is it even all the trumps before making a decision. She continues her reflection.

"Yes, yes, there is all this!"

"Mom, do I have enough money to buy two moms?"

"Not my chicken, you can choose only one." Wait, febrile response. An answer that does not come quickly.

"In the store moms, is there Mathys's mom?"

"Félixe Yes, ALL the moms of the world are there. Which do you choose?"

And then she looks at me with his little eyes filled with teasing, and said: "Well see, it's you that I would choose!" before you leap into my arms to make me hug of the century.

"Are you're sure? Because in this store, there seems to be super moms, right?"

It starts to laugh. "Look Mom, You're the one I want! Other, pffff!

When I need a boost of ego-feeding, I play this game with Trickster. It's very manipulative on my part, but this has the advantage of making us laugh and make me believe that I am the best mother in the world for my daughter.

I know that at his age, it still lacks the necessary perspective to determine well if I filled my mom's job, but hey, I take the compliment as it passes. I hope that one day she will be truly proud of his mother and not only because it makes a great sauce Spagh.

"Mom, let's say you went into a shop girl. You know, a big store like everyone Carrefour de l'Estrie and all the girls there would be eight years. Which you choose to take home ?

I do not even take the trouble to think. "For sure it was you I would put in the basket Trickster!"

"Are you sure Mom?"

"Definitely!"

"Because the little girl you've chosen does not put the table and does not empty his lunch box when she comes home from school. I hope it does not bother you too" Yeah I think

I just get me to my own game! Happy Mother's Day to all!

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Eloi, Rose-Alice and whims

There were people at Mass on Sunday. The house was packed. But even if there were lots of friends and family members at home is especially Eloi and Rose-Alice that most pairs of eyes present were cracked.

Eloi is my godson eleven months. Rose-Alice, is the poupoune 13 months of my friend Élise.Difficile to compete with them to attract attention, even with my huge terrestrial globe I hide under my shirt.

With their eyes bewitching, cute smiles, their little faces that would melt any ice in Greenland, the duo Eloi-Rose-Alice has not gone unnoticed during her stay in my living room.

And that's not the crying spells or because they have destroyed everything in their path that we had our barniques continually pointed toward them.

Pentoute. It was quite the opposite!

Even Amelia did not return. "But they are nice bin. They smile all the time!"

is true that they are these cute chicks. I never heard them cry. Never. Never. Since their birth they are happy these kids.

It has always a smile in the face of scotchtapé these babies then, this is not confusing. Always ready to show us their dentures two baby teeth and reach out to all those who want a hug.

short, they are irresistible. If we could buy at the store like it would be two models that would rage.

And Amelie who kept saying they were adorable. Is that the referents of the girlfriend in babies can be summarized in infants who howl at the slightest provocation. Who refuse to sleep night. Who spend their time under the skirts of their mother.

I told him my theory therefore subject to five pennies.

"Eloi, Alice and Rose are two good examples that we should meet the needs of a baby. If he cries, then there is a problem to solve. And their parents have always been there when their their offspring meant that it was wrong. As these babies know that Mom or Dad are never far away, they are a confident bunch. "

"Yeah ... but the caprice?"

The vagaries ... I hate that word. It's ugly and mostly useless.

"A baby, it does not whim. It's too stupid to have one. If he cries, is there something wrong, which is wrong. He's hungry. It was cold. His coat is full. He is thirsty. It was hot. It is sad. "

Others are involved in the conversation when I said that a baby crying could be sad and he had a right to want to take refuge in the arms of his mother. What should not be ruined and it was a good start to the whims.

There, I jumped. Who decided that one day a baby is sad is not entitled to be consoled? What this need was less important than being fed? It not a little ridiculous as analysis? OK baby, mom is there to feed you, but otherwise, arrange yourself with your troubles. With three months of your life, you're supposed to be able to fend for yourself? Huh?

Our generation is in full confrontation with that of our parents left us weeping between feedings because it was the four hours he had to give a bottle. My father does not care even of my mouth because I Filou breastfed for almost a year, a time he thought the Olympics. I was often judged because I slept with my children when they were tiny. I have often said that I give to my bad habits girls because they were often in my arms.

Is what my children are finicky now? Pentoute. On the contrary! They rush through life with confidence and trust. No crisis if they have to sleep elsewhere. No fears when they find themselves in a new situation.

And Rose-Eloi and Alice are two other proofs of my theory psycho-candy. I do hear you more say that word, Amelia. The vagaries in the trash!

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Olympic Paint Lettuce Alone

My pregnancy is going really well except ...

Every day, I answer at least 44 times this question:" And your pregnancy, you okay? "

And every time I give the same answer: "Yes, really. Everything goes like clockwork." It's true none. I do not complications. No gestational diabetes. No abruption. No threat of premature labor. No pre-eclampsia. A good hemoglobin. A great pressure. No vomiting in early pregnancy. A healthy baby. No seat in sight. And yet ...

Things are going well, but during the first three months I have neglected my family because I was so tired. Often, I arrived from work and I doing a frozen meal in the oven and go to bed until morning. They arrange with their problems internally that I threw to the lover and pullets. At noon, I sneak away to the infirmary from work for a place to doze. A zombie. A human wreck.

all right, but I lost 15 pounds so I was feeling sick in early pregnancy. Nothing succeeds in passing in my gorgoton. The pants have become too large to be replaced by others who have become too small time to say it.

Things are going well, but I had terrible headaches around 15-16 weeks of gestation. So I have consulted. The 1000 mg of Tylenol every four hours I was taking were doing absolutely nothing. The doc found a shift of a cervical vertebra. The reason? Unable to sleep on your stomach, I had get used to sleep otherwise, what has caused this pain. Eight treatments and massage therapy orthotherapy later, I can leave codeine quiet in the pharmacy.

Things are going well, but since my pregnancy test showed a +, I keep having vaginitis. It is known, vaginitis adoooooorent the pregnant ladies and I am not the exception that proves the rule. How many pharmacy shelves have emptied before I see the end? You have no idea. It ultimately spent $ 140 in natural products (oil, borage HRC-P and probiotics for those who are in the same predicament) who ended the ordeal which took place in my underwear for too long.

Things are going well, but in recent weeks, I have to sleep with splints on my hands so I have carpal tunnel of misery. One morning I woke up with the right hand so swollen and numb that I could not close it. Not very practical for a journalist who spends his day writing. It's going really well, but I confess myself to wake up at 4 am by a stomach growl, it disturbs. Especially after the third or fourth pee-stop at night.

It'll go well, but the girl who ran 40 km per week until before Christmas is only depressed at the thought of going upstairs in his house. I'm sure the job is less than Everest to climb for walkers that these 14 steps for me. When I get up, I'm panting like I sprinted over a distance of four kilometers.

Things are going well, but my weight makes me anxious. My last, with 10.8 pounds and the impact she left on my body, I was traumatized. So I'm afraid. I fear that the chocolate yelling at me all the time for me to eat. I am frightened by the call of ice cream that follows me everywhere. I'm afraid the numbers readout balance. I'm an obsession.

It'll go well, but when I move a little bit, I contract. I sit in the car, I contract. I rise from the car, I contract. I watch TV, I contract. I eat, I contract. I look outside, I contract. I contract all the time. All the time. All the time. It's not fun, I tell you.

It'll go well, but my ligaments on the front of my globe-land give me misery. They are struggling to stretch and prevent me from walking a long time to turn me into bed, emptying the dishwasher, to expand on the clothesline without shouting murder.

But apart from that my pregnancy is going really, really good!

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The man of my life?

The man of my life?

Are you sure? Safe safe safe there? Are you satisfied beyond all doubt that the gentleman or the lady who sleeps beside you will be there in a year, in five years, in fifty years?

Is he the man in your life? Or one you've waited all your life?

is with him that you want to clean your dentures? Eat soft? Or shop your incontinence pants?

You hope strongly, perhaps, but how can you be sure if no one knows what tomorrow will bring? We all change. Our interests change. Our aspirations are changing. And not all at the same pace. Normal that we will lose one point.

depressing observation, no?

Nevertheless, I remain convinced that people are made to go together all their lives. That whatever happens, they will find in them the strength to get through the hurricane. Marie-Christine and Edward are few.

When I saw them say "yes", I never knew that my colleague does say that she shopping for a divorce lawyer.

Why? I do not know. Feeling.

In another life, I would sketch pictures of their weddings. I immortalized thirty "yes I do" at all. Each time I made myself a bet inside. Will they go through the time barrier?

Got

often deceived. Some do not even celebrate their first birthday. Why? Good question. If asked, they probably do not know.

That's life.

life whose time has come. That leaves its trace. Which brings us elsewhere.

Is it a drama? A tragedy? I do not think.

Yet we are often frightened with statistics alarmist. So many divorces in Quebec. Both single-parent families. Both single.

And worse?

It changes how the bottom?

What good stay together if there is more harmony? If conflicts have become the standard? If being at home means living in a concentration camp?

Because one day they swore before God? For children? Cowardice? For security? To fulfill our responsibilities? Out of fear?

Ridiculous.

Completely ridiculous.

I like to think that love was still snoring back in my long long night. I like to imagine that we will rock our grandchildren together in our four and a half plaid. I like the idea that we all sign a lease with Sun Apartments.

But I know that if one day he becomes a follower of sadomasochism, becoming a member of the Raelians, if the heroine becomes her best friend, he took up residence on the couch and not move any more than to go pee, I know I never want to hear snoring in my back.

Will it be a tragedy? No.

Not for me. Nor for him. This may be difficult moments, but not dramatic. Nobody died.

Because before being a couple, we are people. Separate entities. Evolving. Change. Humans who are entitled to happiness even though a marriage contract between them. Even if they signed a mortgage over 25 years. Although offspring run between their legs.

Because better divorcees than married unhappy happy to see smiles on her little chickens.

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Vegeta Y Bulma Doujinshi

The lover, hormones and nest

The lover finds me a bit excessive these days.

I do not know where he may have caught that.

This is not because I plan to paint the room of my future pullet, do all the wash-dry-on-the-rope-a-ling-and-folding of the household, scrubbing floors to fours to clean the fridge from top to bottom, sort clothes that are more girls to go buy it I miss the arrival of the little maid, cook oatmeal-chocolate cookies, two loaves zucchini and roast beef with mustard and everything on the same day that I can be described as excessive. Honestly. It irritated him for nothing.

worse to be honest, it sickens me as dirty as the days have only 24 hours. Because I wanted to install the moldings in the room baby # 3, set up his changing table and wash all his little pajamas and then put them in his dresser.

I also had enough energy to learn the multiplication tables up Filou 18. To put some order into the closet and entry to fill my freezer dishes ready for the evenings where I want to strike the oven.

"Honey, would you help me up the trampoline. It's a beautiful day for it, right?"

him, he collapses under a pile of written work to correct (it is a French teacher in high school). That my daughters can skip to the sunny today, is the least of his worries. So you can imagine the look he gave me?

"Ge, it does not tempt you to relax a little? To watch TV, go take a bath, call Danny. I do not know, but something that would allow you to rest. "

Uh ... no! Not a shred of envy. But not the time. You speak of an idea!

This willingness of all polish, any store, prepare everything completely obsesses. He can not understand it, him. He is a man. With all that it entails. He, he intends only his stack correction. That's approaching the end of step. And he must deliver his ballot to pc notes. He does not see all the work that is done. Everything must be done before the big day all what to provide for the arrival of Boum Boum.

See, there, I write my column and I have the impression of wasting my time. Because that instead of sitting quietly in front of my computer to let my fingers strumming on my keyboard, I could install the fixture in the nursery. I could go grocery shopping for the next six months. I could vacuum in my car.

"But what's happening with you, darling?" Wonder he anxiously in front of my little panic-of-time-it-is-us.

And here I loses it in front of her insensitivity to my sense of urgency. Before his nonchalance towards my long list of six feet.

"Hey, We have ONLY 13 weeks to do ANYTHING. We will not succeed if we do not put it now. There. Immediately. Right fucking now. Because we could end in the air when the dirty little will happen and that his bed is still in pieces in the shed. We're going to sleep where, huh? In a drawer? "

" But Ge is still three months this. Three very long months. It does not take three months to assemble a bassinnette. I've never mounted, but I think we should have quite a good afternoon to do that, right? "

You acknowledge here the characteristics of the typical male: minimize the huge problems of their joint adored.

It was too much for the very pregnant girl I am. I left his red pen saying: "Never mind, I'll Sort this out alone." I screwed up a load of towels in the washer, I painted the trim of the room and I sulked all weekend due to the limited understanding of love.

So here, my man has learned a new term this weekend to nest.

And he also learned that you should never push a girl pregnant at the end ...

Patience, dear, he will have three months to put up with me looooong!

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