This is what happens when Lisbon St. Anthony meets Las Vegas....
Em junho celebramos as Festas de Santo António e as Noivas de Santo António em Lisboa.
Isto é o que acontece quando as Festas de Santo António chegam a Las Vegas
Feast of St. Anthony meets Las Vegas / Festas de St. António chegam a Las Vegas
Every June we celebrate the Feast of St. Anthony and the Brides of St. Anthony in Lisbon.
This is what happens when Lisbon St. Anthony meets Las Vegas....
Em junho celebramos as Festas de Santo António e as Noivas de Santo António em Lisboa.
Isto é o que acontece quando as Festas de Santo António chegam a Las Vegas
This is what happens when Lisbon St. Anthony meets Las Vegas....
Em junho celebramos as Festas de Santo António e as Noivas de Santo António em Lisboa.
Isto é o que acontece quando as Festas de Santo António chegam a Las Vegas
Hollywood, Wicklow Mountains National Park & Bray
Há dois fins-de-semana atrás a fomos a Hollywood. Sim, leram bem. Mas desta vez, fomos a Hollywood na Irlanda.
É verdade, há Hollywood aqui na Irlanda, em Wicklow, a cerca de meia-hora de Dublin. Até lá tem o sinal e tudo - adoro o sentido de humor irlandês!
Depois ainda passámos pelo Parque Nacional de Wicklow, onde fizemos um pic-nic, e a seguir fomos a Bray, onde havia um encontro de carros antigos.
Aqui ficam as fotografias :)
Two weekends ago, we went to Hollywood. Yes, you read it right. But this time, we went to Hollywood in Ireland.
That's true, there's a Hollywood here in Ireland, in Wicklow, just half an hour from Dublin. There's even the Hollywood sign - I just love the Irish sense of humour.
After that, we went to Wicklow national park and to Bray, that was having a vintage cars show.
You can see the photos here :)
É verdade, há Hollywood aqui na Irlanda, em Wicklow, a cerca de meia-hora de Dublin. Até lá tem o sinal e tudo - adoro o sentido de humor irlandês!
Depois ainda passámos pelo Parque Nacional de Wicklow, onde fizemos um pic-nic, e a seguir fomos a Bray, onde havia um encontro de carros antigos.
Aqui ficam as fotografias :)
Two weekends ago, we went to Hollywood. Yes, you read it right. But this time, we went to Hollywood in Ireland.
That's true, there's a Hollywood here in Ireland, in Wicklow, just half an hour from Dublin. There's even the Hollywood sign - I just love the Irish sense of humour.
After that, we went to Wicklow national park and to Bray, that was having a vintage cars show.
You can see the photos here :)
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A todos Portugueses / To all Portuguese
Feliz Dia de Portugal, de Camões e das Comunidades Portuguesas!
Happy Day of Portugal, Camões, and the Portuguese Communities!
Ah-ha! Toma toma! / Ah-ha! Eat that!
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Aqui na Irlanda tem estado um tempo espectacular. Solzinho, quentinho, uma maravilha. Ao contrário, pelos vistos, de Portugal, que parece ter voltado ao Inverno.
E eu não quero ser mázinha, nem fazer pirraça a ninguém, mas isto vale como compensação pelo resto do ano em que eu tenho de ouvir o pessoal todo a fazer-me inveja… toma toma!!! Nha nha nha! Aqui está melhor que em Portugal! Lalalala!
(mas parece que logo já chove)
The weather here in Ireland has been amazing, in these last few days. Sunny, warm, just great! Unlike Portugal, that seems that has returned to winter time.
And I don't want to be bad, and I don't want to say this in spite of anybody, but this makes for the rest of all year that I have to ear from everybody in Portugal how much better the weather is in there making me jealous... So take it!!!! Eat that, suckers!!! Here is better than in Portugal! Lalalala!
(but it seems the rain is going to be back later in the afternoon)
Nini
Humans not allowed *New Seriously Kidding Video*
Portugal has a new law that allows pets in restaurants... Yay or nay?
And don't forget to follow us :)
Poder às pessoas / Power to the people
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Considerar Portugal como país democrático é uma piada. E das grandes.
Podemos votar livremente nas legislativas, autárquicas e europeias. Mas referendos por assuntos à séria está quieto. Vemos toda uma população a ser manipulada por 230 indivíduos como se fossem os donos de tudo, muitas das vezes levados pelas suas convicções religiosas como se não fosse um país laico. Mas perguntar à população o que realmente quer é estar a dar demasiado poder, e isso não pode ser. O povo tem que estar sobre controlo, não é?
Basta.
#ReferendoPelaEutanásia
To consider Portugal as a democratic country is a joke. A big fat joke.
We portuguese can vote in legislative, local and European elections. But there's no referendums for any major subjects. We see a whole population being manipulated by 230 individuals as if they were owners of everything, most of the times taken by their own personal religious convictions, even though Portugal is a secular state. But to ask to the population what we really want is to give too much power. The people must be under control, right?
Enough is enough.
#ReferendumForEuthanasia
Nini
Via verde e a mensagem GDPR/ Portuguese GDPR
Ahhh Via Verde, hesitei muito em te responder, mas não consigo mais silenciar o desprezo que senti ao ler a tua mensagem GDPR, quando me pedes para renovar votos de fidelidade e praticas o poliamor. Sim, porque eu sei que não é só a mim a quem pedes renovação de votos...
Sinto-me magoada e aproveito a dizer-te que esta relação não tem futuro...
Sim, acabou. Chegou a hora de dizer basta...
Numa relação temos de saber andar a par e contigo sinto que queres estar sempre na minha frente e ainda me fazes exigências. E eu simplesmente não aceito mais viver no terror psicológico de passar na cancela e dar amarelo, porque a pilha acabou ou o cartão bancário caducou e não tive ainda a oportunidade de o associar a ti.
Basta, não quero mais viver o drama das filas no pós portagem, não quero que me alicies mais com descontos em parques teus que implicam eu ter de deixar o carro na Terrugem para apanhar transfer para o Desterro e ficar presa na mesma no trânsito...
Não te sintas importante quando todos nós temos de recorrer a ti porque mais uma vez a Carris, Metro ou qualquer outra rede de transportes públicos está em greve... De ti so reconheço oportunismo e falta de memória, ja que a nossa relação começou em 2007 e não em 2015 como tu supões... 8 anos das nossas vidas que nada significaram para ti...
Desculpa... Mas acabou!
Ahhh Via Verde (Portuguese company responsible for the electronic toll system), I was reluctant to answer your GDPR email, but I can't shut up much longer what I felt after reading that you were asking me to renew our vows, how can I swear fidelity to you, if you're asking the some to all the other Portuguese? How can I be loyal to you if you're promoting polyamory?
I feel hurt, therefore I am telling you this commitment cannot longer exist.
Yes, it is over, it is time to say goodbye.
In a relationship, we need to know how to be at the same level, but with you, I always felt that you wanted to be the first at everything and as it wasn't enough, you were always asking me for money. I just cannot live anymore on the psychological terror of passing the toll with the yellow light on, either because I had to change the batteries of the electronic identification or because my bank card was renewed and I didn't have the opportunity yet to associate the new one.
Enough is enough and I don't want to live any longer the bumper to bumper traffic right after your tolls in the highways, I don't want you to tell me to leave my car in your park in Terrugem and take your transfer to Desterro (Portuguese towns roughly 40km apart) to be caught in traffic anyway...
Don't feel much important about yourself when we don't have any other choice to go to work, because the public transports are on strike again.
From you, I just recognise how you explored me and lack of memory. Our commitment started in 2007 not in 2015 as you thought... 8 years of our lives that just meant nothing to you...
I am sorry, but it's over!
Sinto-me magoada e aproveito a dizer-te que esta relação não tem futuro...
Sim, acabou. Chegou a hora de dizer basta...
Numa relação temos de saber andar a par e contigo sinto que queres estar sempre na minha frente e ainda me fazes exigências. E eu simplesmente não aceito mais viver no terror psicológico de passar na cancela e dar amarelo, porque a pilha acabou ou o cartão bancário caducou e não tive ainda a oportunidade de o associar a ti.
Basta, não quero mais viver o drama das filas no pós portagem, não quero que me alicies mais com descontos em parques teus que implicam eu ter de deixar o carro na Terrugem para apanhar transfer para o Desterro e ficar presa na mesma no trânsito...
Não te sintas importante quando todos nós temos de recorrer a ti porque mais uma vez a Carris, Metro ou qualquer outra rede de transportes públicos está em greve... De ti so reconheço oportunismo e falta de memória, ja que a nossa relação começou em 2007 e não em 2015 como tu supões... 8 anos das nossas vidas que nada significaram para ti...
Desculpa... Mas acabou!
Ahhh Via Verde (Portuguese company responsible for the electronic toll system), I was reluctant to answer your GDPR email, but I can't shut up much longer what I felt after reading that you were asking me to renew our vows, how can I swear fidelity to you, if you're asking the some to all the other Portuguese? How can I be loyal to you if you're promoting polyamory?
I feel hurt, therefore I am telling you this commitment cannot longer exist.
Yes, it is over, it is time to say goodbye.
In a relationship, we need to know how to be at the same level, but with you, I always felt that you wanted to be the first at everything and as it wasn't enough, you were always asking me for money. I just cannot live anymore on the psychological terror of passing the toll with the yellow light on, either because I had to change the batteries of the electronic identification or because my bank card was renewed and I didn't have the opportunity yet to associate the new one.
Enough is enough and I don't want to live any longer the bumper to bumper traffic right after your tolls in the highways, I don't want you to tell me to leave my car in your park in Terrugem and take your transfer to Desterro (Portuguese towns roughly 40km apart) to be caught in traffic anyway...
Don't feel much important about yourself when we don't have any other choice to go to work, because the public transports are on strike again.
From you, I just recognise how you explored me and lack of memory. Our commitment started in 2007 not in 2015 as you thought... 8 years of our lives that just meant nothing to you...
I am sorry, but it's over!
Pat
Fim-de-semana / Weekend: Donegal & Northern Ireland
Aproveitando ter família a visitar-nos, decidimos ir até Co. Donegal e à Irlanda do Norte, a Giant's Causeway e a Belfast. Tivemos muita sorte com o tempo, sol e calor durante todo o fim-de-semana.
Em Donegal estivemos apenas algumas horas, mas temos de lá voltar, sem sombra de dúvida.
Apesar de já termos ido Giant's Causeway e a Belfast antes (a Belfast deve ter sido a 4ª/5ª vez a lá ir), vale sempre apena lá voltar.
With family visiting us, this last weekend we decided to visit Co. Donegal and Northern Ireland, to Giant's Causeway and Belfast. We were so lucky, the weather was amazing, sunny and warm. We stayed in Donegal for just a few hours, but we really have to come back there, it's a whimsical place. It wasn't our first time in both Giant's Causeway nor Belfast, but we wanted to show our family. Yesterday when we got home, we were really tired after so many hours in the road, but it was really worth it.
Em Donegal estivemos apenas algumas horas, mas temos de lá voltar, sem sombra de dúvida.
Apesar de já termos ido Giant's Causeway e a Belfast antes (a Belfast deve ter sido a 4ª/5ª vez a lá ir), vale sempre apena lá voltar.
With family visiting us, this last weekend we decided to visit Co. Donegal and Northern Ireland, to Giant's Causeway and Belfast. We were so lucky, the weather was amazing, sunny and warm. We stayed in Donegal for just a few hours, but we really have to come back there, it's a whimsical place. It wasn't our first time in both Giant's Causeway nor Belfast, but we wanted to show our family. Yesterday when we got home, we were really tired after so many hours in the road, but it was really worth it.
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Nini
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Pernas roliças e lei de Murphy / Hefty legs and Murphy's law
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Semana passada, após ter andado a fazer bainhas a uns poucos pares de calças do marido, aproveitei para fazer também a umas calças de ganga minhas. Chamem-me prendada, mas na verdade é o meu lado forreta a falar mais alto. Ora portanto, estas já não são propriamente novas, e a este ponto já as devo ter usado umas belas centenas de vezes. No entanto, como dava para dobrar o excesso de perna para dentro, e como ainda não tinha tido paciência para fazer as bainhas, ia deixando estar.
Ora portanto, há dois dias atrás, voltei a usar as ditas calças, toda feliz e contente com as bainhas feitas.
Mas aqui a menina tem a perna roliça. E as calças, como já referi, não são novas. Já estavam um pouco gastas entre as pernas, onde o tecido vai ficando mais fino à conta de ter as pernas a roçarem uma na outra.
E há dois dias, durante um jantar de aniversário, ao usar as minhas calças pela primeira vez após ter feito as bainhas, baixo-me para apanhar qualquer coisa do chão quando elas decidem romper na zona entre as pernas. Assim, sem mais nem menos, tinha o meu par de calças de ganga preferido com a bainha feita e com um buraco enorme entre as pernas.
Ora porra, não podiam ter rompido uma semana mais cedo antes de ter tido o trabalho de fazer as bainhas?
Last week, after hemming a few husband's trousers, I decided to hem as well a pair of denim trousers of mine. You can call me a household goddess, but it's just my cheap side. As I was saying, these jeans weren't new and I already wore them probably hundreds of times. But, as I could fold the excess of leg, and because I haven't had the patience til that day to hem them, I've been wearing as they originally were.
So, two days ago, I wore them again, this time without all the excess of fabric.
But I have hefty legs. And the jeans weren't new, as I already mentioned before. They were a little bit torn out between thighs.
Two days ago, in a birthday dinner, I was wearing my jeans for the first time after hemming them when I squatted to pick something from the floor and they decided to rip where the fabric was a little bit torn out, between the thighs. Just like that, I had my favorite pair of jeans with the right length for me and this big hole between thighs.
Shite, couldn't they rip a week earlier before hemming them?
Nini
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