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I'm not a soccer mam. I am not one of those mothers who accompany their children to soccer practice on Saturday at dawn or at soccer tournaments this weekend. I do not settle down at the edge of a field like I was at the beach with my folding chair, my thermos of coffee and my cooler. Oh sure, I can get carried away on the edge of a field, enthusiastic about facing a game built to faint with pride when my son scores a goal ... Because I love soccer. When Battiston has been a knockout in 1984, I raged when France won the World in 1998, I rejoiced when the same French won the Euro in 2000, I marched.



But for me, a weekend tournament is a torture. And I confess: I pray the Gods of the stadium to give them a quick victory to the opposing team which would release me as soon as possible from the drudgery.

What bothers me in elite soccer is not soccer, it's all there is around: coaches who yell at their players, who sacrent on the opposing team, who forget that soccer Parents is a game ultra partisans who scream at the players of the opposing team, leaving coach swearing on their children and who forget that soccer is a game

These practices are not widespread but they are common. As in all sports where dreams of glory and success staying more in the stands and on the ground. Where the major project on children of inflated expectations and dreams not always fair play.

Anyway. My son won champion of the tournament. He came home, proud as a peacock, her medal around her neck.
The cadet wants to get started. Maybe I should think about investing in a folding chair.

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Soccer Mad In reflexology for dessert

My sister has fingers of gold. She creates beautiful jewelry and practicing reflexology. Not at the same time obviously.

According to Wikipedia, reflexology is a medical discipline unconventional type of massage. It is based on scientifically unfounded assumption that every organ, gland, body part or physiological function corresponds to an area or point on the hands, feet or ears. A special touch applied to these areas and would locate the tension and restore balance to the body. This manual technique is placed in a global energy approach and the body. It similar to shiatsu, acupuncture or osteopathy. Anything but happiness.

My sister followed the Ingham method, named after its founder, whose philosophy is simply this: reflexology should be as enjoyable to give than to receive. The Ingham method is used to relieve the tension caused mostly by stress and the imbalance of the nervous system.

I invite you to click on the links below for info.
www.iir-france.fr
www.reflexology-usa.net

The other day between the cheese and salad, my sister decided to give me a sample its know-how. Neither one nor two, I'm installed on a chair leg in a horizontal, bare foot imprisoned in his expert hands. Fully relaxed, I'm ready to surrender to his grip guérisseusse. Enjoy ...



With the sound, it makes this:

- Ouch! It hurts!
- It's your liver
- Ouch, but ouch!
- Oh that's your stomach ... you just eat normal
- Ahhh there will not hurt
- Normal, I am nothing
- But I do not stretch at all your massage
- Because it's not a massage
- But you told me it was going to do me good
- Yes, if you let yourself go
- But how you want me to let go, it makes me really hurt your
thing - you see, you're not relaxed

I see nothing at all. The ordeal has turned into delight. My foot is contracted under the fingers of my sister who receive messages from inside ... and the news is not very good.

Ready to beg for mercy, my sister suddenly starts to touch my foot on each side and is very enjoyable. I shut up and just beginning to let go. Softens my foot, my body relaxes, my thoughts are calmed.
My sister looks at me, smiling
- It's called the dessert ... You'll see, you do more treatments, the more you relax and dessert lasts.
- Uh, it falls badly, I decided to quit sugar for a while.

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One lost ...

To celebrate the new year and his future marriage, Francoise, a girlfriend, decided to give her love an album of intimate pictures. Oh, nothing prohibits those under 18, just a series of photos of her posing in negligees chic and elegant. The kind of pictures we would have wanted to do once in his life but that never dare to do after the shots would fall into foreign hands. The kind of album that sticks under the mattress and hope that children do not find it ... Not just yet anyway.
One Saturday afternoon, Frances was able to husband and children away from the house by dangling his promised a surprise. The husband is certain that she has hired an interior designer to revamp the bedroom.
The meeting goes well and quickly and a few weeks later, the album is ready. The photos are as beautiful as the expectations of Frances.
To the surprise is complete, the book itself the packet to the office of her husband, in downtown Montreal. The husband is more of a distraction, she made him promise to return the package at home in the evening. You never know, the cleaners have a reputation for being curious.
The husband calls his wife 15 minutes after departure, very moved, very surprised and very touched. The album is the best gift he ever received. As promised, he takes care to store the album in her bag before joining friends for a drink in Old Montreal. Around 21 pm, he managed to extricate themselves from a party that never ends to join its model preferred. Catastrophe! Was robbed and his car flew off the album with the computer bag. He seeks, he digs around in despair, worried, sad and disappointed. The next day, both returning to the crime scene and look in the trash, roam the streets, some spies roaming the neighborhood, believing recognize in their faces haggard evidence of a night pluck a beautiful picture book. The album can not be found. I like to think it brightens the few lonely nights. I think more likely that he is the delight of the neighborhood trash cans. In any case, if ever, it tells you something, leave me a message, I'll follow.