The last story behind the gnocchi is related to Argentine politics and –of course– corruption. For ages, but particularly since we went back to democratic governments in 1983, it has been a practice for entry-level politicians to ‘hire’ a big number of ‘assistants’ in all kinds of different areas (most notable in both sides of the Congress, Ministries and the Local Legislative Power). This people (either relatives or people affiliated to the same political party as the corrupt politicians mentioned before), would receive a salary without even having to go to work, as long as they were willing to share with their ‘boss’. So, all they would have to do was to show up at the end of the month (normally, on the 29th) to get their paycheques. I wish I could say this doesn’t happen anymore. Anyway, back to the subject. Westinghouse Bj505s R Manual Data.

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I’ve been driving around the province a lot these past months, like I do every summer. Soccer, of course, but it’s not only Santi’s team anymore, I now travel with Carolina as well. Take last Saturday, for example: Santi had a game in Chatham (2.5 hours West of Waterloo) and Carolina played in a tournament in Niagara Falls (1.5 hours to the South). There was no way I could have been attending both! I mean, I know I’m a big guy but I’m still a few hundred pounds away from being able to reproduce by division. I went to Chatham with Santi (and some of the guys); I’m his team’s assistant coach, after all.

We beat the local team 3-2, but we didn’t deserve the win. Santi scored the first goal (a penalty kick) and assisted the other two, so I guess he had a good game (it didn’t look like that, honestly). After the game, the guys insisted in going to a mall for lunch.

I objected, saying that there were plenty of places we could go without having to go to a food court; I was outvoted, of course. Joke’s on them, the food court had three stores (an, a Chinese food place and a )!:-). A truck had rammed a minivan from behind (it was destroyed) and then run into the incoming traffic after jumping over the median. I don’t know if you can see due to the picture (taken by Santi’s teammate Aaron) is very small, but the front of that truck is very damaged. I couldn’t see any damaged cars on our side, so I have to guess that nobody was unlucky enough to be passing by as this truck flew over the two lanes.

Then I realized that the accident had happened just a few minutes ago and thought that it could have been me! After verifying that nobody seemed to be seriously hurt (a miracle) and ambulances were already on their way, I resumed my driving, but couldn’t stopped thinking that I might have dodged a bullet. And given that I have already been in an accident, that really conditioned me for the rest of the trip.

I became really tense, especially once the rain got so hard that I couldn’t almost see at all. I had to pull over and wait for the rain to die down a little. In the end, a trip that should have taken two to two and a half hours ended being four hours long. I got back home at 7:00 PM and I was expected to go over some friends for dinner at 6:00 PM, so I went there and showed up one hour late, something very unusual in me (especially if there’s food involved!). She came back home looking very funny with her two bottom teeth suddenly gone. She wrote the corresponding letter to the Tooth Fairy, put the teeth in a Ziplock bag and everything went according to schedule. I took the pictures, as I said, and they were funny; I couldn’t find, however, any clues on how to use them in the context of a funny story.

If you’ve been reading this blog lately, you can tell that I’m not as prolific as I used to be, and the quality of my latest posts well, let’s leave it there.