Saturday, April 30, 2011

Restaurant Where The Servers Are Rude

Many Nurses!

When I saw this picture ... I was very surprised! 10 nurses very Cuquis! They are so cute. And they are so little ones ... Ay ... I wish I had one, there are so many ... The brand is mardecolor.es And if you want to see more about them visit the site in which we found: http://bunquer.com/blog/crafty/munecas-farmaceuticas-de-fieltro

Thursday, April 28, 2011

What Happens If My Paint Freezes

AFTER THE STORM ... NO BATTERY

... There comes the calm.
4 days of give and take has lasted nonsense food.
He has tried, and I have to admit that almost made it, but I managed to stay in "my" site, and when he has realized that it did not matter, then returned to eat what you touch at all times.
addition is that I have to say I like EVERYTHING. Last night I put the first potato salad and ate it without saying a peep.
Where there is I get to eat it alone, helped a bit because if we have no "conflict."
In short, every day, every minute ... we learn how to do this to be parents. It is not easy, and there is no "recipe" perfect, so you never know if you're doing well.
continue to soldier on, enjoying the quiet, because it is not to be ominous, the storm would arrive soon. Maybe not for food or other, but in any case and my girl will they sound the thunder.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Community Service Of Completion Templete

Play it again, Sam

Sam. or you, yes, touch something, sing something to him.

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Perhaps one of those six songs that remind boat soon, and I do mourn.

Jacques Brel whispering passionately, shaking, begging me not to let you .

Because if you ever want to leave and come back and tell me and I can not resist.

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Not to talk about Cabrel. O how many times I repeated that Je L'aime a mourir in my head.

When I felt it, and when you were feeling anxious your well.

Because even though my mind I play one, and again and again, do not get tired.

With the voice of Cabrel, no.

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Cause if I shook begging Brel, Cabrel hugs me, caresses my cheek with two fingers and makes me smile all day.

still remember those nights, early mornings even. Clutching a large cup of tea, her face drenched salt water cascades. Listening to shakira. Yes, Shakira. Before the hip shake madly.

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And I learned to take the second time, you made me see the sky even deeper.

my shoes come off the cement to escape the two flying for a while. But you forgot one vital instruction, they do not yet know how to live without your love.

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And if I close my eyes and put when you're gone , break inside I still feel like that first time I cried with a song. And shouting, screaming in silence for fear that I hear my mother sobbing.

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many times in a row could get to play those four-minute song?

For Everything That I do, reminds me of you. What reason had those words.

When you walk away I count the steps That you take. Do you see how much I miss you right now?

And I missed it. Much, really. Because you do not know, but, in part, were the first.

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And when the song reached the final stanza, in the third minute, broke me completely. And my heart trembled with repressed tears.

And very quietly, I repeated that I missed.

Wait, maybe that was not the first. Yes the first that made me mourn, but not my first love song.

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had no idea what it was the first time I heard (And it's fifty below) but What if she? I have rescued many times since that first.

And still her. which again leads me, I never respond, if turning the wheel .... She becomes cold and eternal.

people going and it always comes.

And, as The Prince, read three times in life, Sanz words resurface each time with a new meaning.

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Not long ago, I was hooked on Maldita Nerea. A very cold day, the right way, I really started to set in his lyrics.

and find inspiration for so many posts, so many beautiful sentences.

If you accompany me so I have not hungry or cold or fear or sleep.

It's weird because I spend the day eating and sleeping. Live intemperate, and I get scared by anything. But how nice to think that you do all that fades away.

But, Sam, or whoever, you know when I need more touches (one song, that is)? On rainy nights, or not so rainy, but melancholy for any reason.

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Because I am not the kind that in day-night-melancholic sad songs get to be even more melancholy. But let's be honest, kanye west not want.

Simon & Garfunkel, however, is perfect.

O 3 Doors Down; Hold me when I'm gone . Yes hold me but very, very tight.

Because sometimes hugging a cup of tea is not enough.

Some

Or put on Dylan. Let him tell me that we will be forever young .

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Bob, God hears you.

And yes, I have said, Simon & Garfunkel. do the best? Probably. I like to listen quietly sing Cecilia, and Mrs. Robinson . And I do not know why, it is impossible not to remember me The Virgin Suicides. S & G always give me reason to revisit it.

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If rainy night is more melancholy, perhaps I feel like something by The Doors. Okay, something not Light my fire . O The path of the back door . Strange how some songs that are nights of friends, including holidays, to accompany me always very close encounters, alone with me in my bed, exquisite songs, they are exquisite, which fuse with the pillow and quilt.

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And, just before sleep, when Morpheus comes to steal definitely of this world, and my eyelids weigh tons, Norah Jones sounds. That even after all these years, is not know why she Did not Come.

What I do know is when I want to become more rocker.

No, Sam, not the club. Really see me shaking his head at the sound of Rosendo? Okay, I have my days, but in general, no.

Ponme The Softies. Pónmelos when motivated, but not enough to belt out.

Let the story of the pains, or Lola, in through my ears and encourage me unexpectedly.

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When finished sure I have wanted for a bit of Guns n Roses.

songs over five minutes always feel like singing in the shower.

Rather than sing, vocalize hiperexpresivamente.

Sweet Child O'Mine Uooooooooooooh . or Welcome to the Jungle.

And so, already out of the shower, I have wanted to I do not feel like dancing but I wiggle as ever while I dry with a towel .

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menearme Speaking .. Nothing makes me move like the BEP album Monkey Business. OMG. Have not returned to do anything like that. Boom Boom Boom Poom yeah.

And all the time.

Vale, and if I have the day sexy-or summer-put me is a song with obscene lyrics these Latino and I'll go crazy.

Lady yyyy I can not detach from my mind, I get crazy when i see your body wild.

Oh, my god, that first minute The piece . I dread the day when my mother into my room and caught me dancing to that song. The truth, my mother or anyone. I uncontrollably when I hear on the street.

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On the street, Sam, listen to music all the time. Sometimes, if the day is dark, I feel like indie: Vetusta , how big. But in general I need songs that make me feel like a goddess. Because when I walk in heels not need anything else. But by day I need a safety plus, and in recent years there is a list of ten songs siempre, siempre, consiguen dármelo.

Love Sex Magic – Ciara, Justin Timberlake.

Top of the World – The Pussycat Dolls.

Number 1

Beautiful- Akon ft. Colby O’Donis and Kardinal Offishal.

Single Ladies (Put A Ring on It) – Beyoncé

Shtut it Down – Pitbull, Akon.

Maria- Blondie.

Your Really Got Me-The Kinks.

All Day and All of the Night-The Kinks.

need not say anything about Angel , right, Bea, Tere?

The Kinks, one of my favorite bands, no doubt.

All their songs are the ones that make me walk feeling .. I do not know. Olivia Palermo as he walked to work at the beginning of The City.

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O Angels Victoria's Secret.

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And almost stride path. Feeling a number 1 , single lady on top of the world , beautiful as anyone believing blindly, always, ALWAYS, in love, sex, and magic.

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When I tend to believe more in sex than anything else , Sloth. I think I know their discography memory. Because his lyrics have that charm scroll chuck that drives me crazy.

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As Kardinal Offishal and Akon singing Dangerous with that awful American accent but that is the only imaginable to those letters.

Vale, with Dangerous too, am a goddess walking.

Eminem, Rihanna and I love the way you lie better not speak.

Because that song seems written in blood. Written from the passion and hatred, which so often overlap. And the end always hurts both.

And finally, another nine songs that I like nothing more, nothing less, but always take me back to moments very specific. And they have such power, closing his eyes just get me feel the same as in the place where I first heard.

Stand by Me . The Oasis calling me every morning from one of the happiest months of my life. I was away from home, and the road to be covered each day lasted so hard that song.

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Kiss me trough the phone . I heard a hundred times in the Canary Islands Holy Week. Hear it again is feeling the heat inevitably Africa on my back, and delicious fruit juice down my throat.

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There was one Christmas I only listened to Sloth. Amelie on everything. Christmases were gray, the music of that song, although beautiful, is too.

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But we know that after the storm comes the calm or in this case, a storm worse.

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A fun week of debauchery in the largest of the Balearic Islands. With my friends. It was an incredible week in which she never ceased to sound Make love dancing .

I had never heard. It hit me and I will hit them, they had it on their iPods from centuries ago. And we walked along the beach, night, day, at dawn .. queens feeling all and screaming that night dancing lose control.

The next month was spent on buses trying to spend as much time as possible with him to achieve reconciliation. And on the bus, in your car, always sounded Bounce.

irony.

Another irony or coincidence, I ended up singing summer Replay on the southern coast of Galicia with a friend. Day after day on the Atlantic beaches recited from memory, and as girl who was a melody, the song was repeated Iyaz in my mind for a long time.


There was-and there-many, many others.

I love songs, composers I admire.

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Lyrics that make me mourn and others that had me dancing all night in every club in an island called Malta.

songs in Italian, French. In languages \u200b\u200bthat I won and disturb me. Who remember the taste of lips that you have not try, and others that I'll never touch.

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May I remind you, who have stories similar to our happy ending that makes me not feel so stupid for continuing to believe in this.

other end with him setting fire to the house.

Anyway, these are just songs.

Anyway, play it again, Sam.

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Bi.

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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Example Job Advertisements For Dentists



Míheret is trying to play a whistle.
It does so with little force, just sounds and says
"Mom, no Battery "I
delivery.'s very funny.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Lowepro лучше Vanguard

count a short break paradise.

pachangueo on iPod, straw hat, bikinis, strapless tops in the suitcase.

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Lanzarote is waiting for me almost three hours later.

and a vacation resort.

Five days holiday in paradise.

healthy breakfast: toast with tomato, cheese, turkey, yogurt with blueberries, fruit skewers, red tea.

And not so healthy: freshly made pancakes, omelettes, scrambled eggs, pancakes with syrup, artisan bakery.

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sun, sunny, that seeps from every pore of my skin that clears my mind and makes me sweat detoxified by the end of all the remains of the vices of the winter.

and food with their feet in the sand of a private cove in the hotel.

and nap in the shade.

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Capote letters in his hands. Then Henry James, a biography of Marie Antoinette (second time) and more James.


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unchecked dips, smoothies strawberry sitting on stools submerged in water.

cute guys.

with water and wayfarer.

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more sun, and then I hear . British accent that seduces you to the core.

and looked, and oh, is one of those of water and wayfarer.

I close my eyes again. I stretch, and smile at the sun . 's cute, eh?

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showers, creams, beds that make me feel clouds.

Nice walk to the port of whitewashed houses, relaxed lifestyle. Boats, restaurants, clothing stores and only one supermarket.

-foreigner area is further north.

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And back to the table. Jokes with the chef, the waiters, food, more food. Desserts

film.


A gin and tonic on the terrace, the sound of billiard balls bumping into each other, and stroke cue.

The hours pass like that. Warm, sweet.

The color block populates the closet of room.

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Y the spa. Oh, the spa.

Chorros descontracturar every part of my body, watermelon and cantaloupe so cool inside, sauna, Turkish bath purify it.

Walking barefoot on volcanic rocks.

Jacuzzi hot, cold.

bithermal also showers, some Scottish, tickle me.

chocolate massages. With bowls Tibetans. A four hands.

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Sun and again. I have heat. I like a smoothy.

I go to the bar of a hotel bar and ask for a cool kiwi.

And, oh, look who it is. The British.

The waiter asks, in cash or charged to your room?

A room. Six twenty-two.

turns out that the numbers are the first thing you learn in English class.

And a note that slides, hours later, under my door.

And while everyone is in the hotel lobby or sleeping rooms and we strolled to the private cove.

Gintonics with sand between your feet. Latin dances, songs, shouted in chorus.

I like you, I say.

Inglés, please.

Does not matter.

facebooks Ni exchange, or phones, or even a simple kiss has been duped.

Just a couple (maybe more) of drinks.

Laughter, secrets between strangers.

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A Marie Antoinette to the guillotine, the sun sets, the wind and a threat Canary minibus brings me to the airport.

Flying over the Atlantic, I looked at his hand. Yes, I dark place.

and a silver ring.

not remember buying it.

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Wait. Which was what happened that night? Oh, I touched her hand?

Gift Wrap Fuchsia rubs gaps in my memory.

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cares, the plane lands.

And in the air have dreams of paradise, massage, heat, shakes and strangely fun night, leaving as a souvenir a darker color on the skin and silver beads with a ring on my finger dancing.

A kiss with a certain nostalgia holiday, Bi.

Cataract Surgery Aftercare

Dancing, I spent the day dancing dancing!

Dancing, we spent the day dancing ...
These dolls do nothing but dance and dance laces are going to leave, haha. The girl all ready to dance and the boy too so ... Make music and dancing, conga conga conga conga conga conga!
besossss