FIGHT FOR KISSES.

Le dedico este vídeo a todos los que tienen niños pequeños o serán padres en un futuro próximo.

MY WORD COACH.

Harta como estoy de expresarme siempre con mis cuatro palabras en inglés he decido ponerle solución con todo lo que esté a mi alcance: el diccionario, series en inglés, libros, juegos...Por suerte tengo a mi pequeña DS que suele ponerme las cosas más fáciles de forma entretenida. Mi última adquisición: My Word Coach. Se trata de un juego ameno y variado con el que se pretende que mejores tu capacidad de expresión. Sólo he jugado un par de días pero parece entretenido.

SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS.

Bueno...pues parece que localizar la letra de la canción que cantó Eoin fue mucho más fácil de lo que esperaba. Sólo tuve que teclear en Google "popular Irish songs wife drunken! y voila. Ciertamente tenías mis dudas que poner "Irish song drunken" fuera a resultar la mejor búsqueda...ya sabéis ¡miles y miles de entradas! jajaja.

En fin, aquí la tenéis:

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before

CUMPLE DE CARLOTA Y JORGE.

Ayer, de tarde, estuvimos en casa de Carlota y Jorge que celebraban juntos sus respectivos cumpleaños. Buena ocasión para reunirnos un grupo de amigos, charlar, reirnos un poco, disfrutar con las pequeñajas del grupo y ¡comer unas tartas buenísimas que la gente había preparado en casa! Nosotros llegamos un poco tarde, así que ya habían soplado las velas :o( y, como todo el mundo lleva de todo y, al final siempre salimos rodando, pues tampoco llevamos nada.

¡Muchas gracias por la invitación!

CENA DE NAVIDAD (II)

Alguno/a de los que estaban en la cena de Navidad grabó unos vídeos de los "artistas" y los subió a Youtube (así los podemos disfrutar todos...viva internet!). Aquí os lo cuelgo para que os hagáis una idea del ambiente. Hay más vídeos pero, ya sabéis, a medida que iba aumentando el nivel de alcoholemia iba decayendo la calidad del vídeo y las canciones XD.

Este es Mike cantando. La verdad que me sorprendió gratamente lo bien que canta :o).



No recuerdo el nombre de esta chica, perdonad:



Aquí tenéis a Eoin. No es la mejor voz del mundo pero la verdad es que, la canción, era muy graciosa y él es todo un espectáculo. Cuando encuentre la letra de la canción ya os la subo. De todos modos se entiende bastante bien ;o).