Our best wishes for Christmas peaceful and full of joy! Congratulations to all
Friday, December 24, 2010
Dog Has Loose Poop And Vomits Food Whole
New Year Merry Christmas Dear Santa
Our best wishes for Christmas peaceful and full of joy! Congratulations to all
Our best wishes for Christmas peaceful and full of joy! Congratulations to all
Thursday, December 23, 2010
I Have Worts In My Mouth What Could It Be??
you remember me? I'm Julie!
So you bring gifts to good children, but this year I have a lot to ask because I already had so many things and I would like to address at this time to thank the Child Jesus: I have a sister a little 'brat that does not I want to shut up is never so well, I put my hands in my ears and my nose takes me, but if I am wrong and puts a hand to mouth do not know if I restrain myself ... and I eat it! Sometimes we even sleep together, and then in the morning and the afternoon is always a wake up in my bed. I have so many people around me help me to cuddle and do exercise, to eat, to sleep ... in short, to do everything by himself can not do. I say thank you for this!
Giulio
Cervical Position Before Menstrual Cycle
THE GIRAFFE, THE OWL AND THE CHRISTMAS TREE AND
The giraffe turned to the bird, along with a long neck and a smile a bit 'silly on its face.
- Are you serious? Yet look very delicious ...
- are made of glass, do not you see?
- But I thought it was the fruit of the tree. Where I was born there are not so funny ...
- is a christmas tree, a fir tree that is dressed for Christmas. Here we use to do so - said the owl, believed to wise and learned more than any other animal.
- And why? - Then asked the giraffe, which had passed the mouth water.
- Well, actually ... - Stammered the owl did not know how to respond.
- Ah, I understand it, you know ...
- not true, I know everything! - Said the injured owl.
- So why? - Insisted the giraffe.
- of course, to warn us night birds. In winter it is so dark you can not see well, then people bring reports on the trees. I'm really comfortable ...
- What to do with Christmas? - Said the giraffe, who did not believe the owl.
- Well, because ... - Again the owl did not know how to respond.
- Do not you know? - She asked, smiling maliciously.
- Of course you know ... - Hastened to refute the owl. - It's a religious issue. Men need to protect our birds very important because we are animals, or as they say them, we are "sacred animals."
The giraffe looked stiff and the owl could not suppress a laugh.
- What are you laughing? - Then asked the bird.
- Oh no, it's just that I think a reason a little silly ...
- Well, you do not have a point. But now no one is surprised most of the oddities of men.
The Christmas tree is a pagan tradition embedded in Christianity and means rebirth.
The giraffe had never seen a tree with colored balls and lights. It came from a far away land where people did not use as we celebrate Christmas. He wondered if those shiny apples were so good to eat.
- Stop! - Shouted an owl that was passing by. - Are you crazy? You can not eat the balls of the tree ... The giraffe turned to the bird, along with a long neck and a smile a bit 'silly on its face.
- Are you serious? Yet look very delicious ...
- are made of glass, do not you see?
- But I thought it was the fruit of the tree. Where I was born there are not so funny ...
- is a christmas tree, a fir tree that is dressed for Christmas. Here we use to do so - said the owl, believed to wise and learned more than any other animal.
- And why? - Then asked the giraffe, which had passed the mouth water.
- Well, actually ... - Stammered the owl did not know how to respond.
- Ah, I understand it, you know ...
- not true, I know everything! - Said the injured owl.
- So why? - Insisted the giraffe.
- of course, to warn us night birds. In winter it is so dark you can not see well, then people bring reports on the trees. I'm really comfortable ...
- What to do with Christmas? - Said the giraffe, who did not believe the owl.
- Well, because ... - Again the owl did not know how to respond.
- Do not you know? - She asked, smiling maliciously.
- Of course you know ... - Hastened to refute the owl. - It's a religious issue. Men need to protect our birds very important because we are animals, or as they say them, we are "sacred animals."
The giraffe looked stiff and the owl could not suppress a laugh.
- What are you laughing? - Then asked the bird.
- Oh no, it's just that I think a reason a little silly ...
- Well, you do not have a point. But now no one is surprised most of the oddities of men.
The Christmas tree is a pagan tradition embedded in Christianity and means rebirth.
Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Who's Voice Is On The Bounty Commercials?
FIMPSY FEMPSY AND THE MYSTERY OF THE BALL FALLING FROM THE SKY
Fimpsy Fempsy and knew each other since they were born, and since then had never been separated. Fimpsy Fempsy and could count on each other. Were always together, but sometimes wondered if it was wrong. Maybe someone else should know, attend new friends, traveling, seeing new things ... The doubt recollect both before bed, in the darkness of their bedroom, which of course as they shared everything else. But when you wake up, just looked at him, that doubt was gone along with the shadows of the night. Fimpsy Fempsy and were too well together. Made merry at large, both with the sun and rain, winter and summer. Fempsy One day he told his friend: - We always remain close, right?
Fimpsy did not need to think about more than one second, and replied: - Fempsy Sure, we'll be together forever! One day the two went
preferred to play on their lawns, although the sky was covered with gray clouds of fat. They were not discouraged and they went beyond the small brook at the bottom of the field you could see from the window of their room, before recovering to close the vineyard of a patch of grass on which dominated a large oak tree. The drops began to fall, but they began to shelter under the canopy of large tree. They stood watching the rain falling and lightning that lit up the sky, always followed by the rumble of thunder. They shook their neighbors, the fear of the storm passed, a smile appeared on their faces. When the rain stopped, and Fimpsy Fempsy came out from under the oak tree and walked down the pratone. Found there a ball that was not there when they arrived.
- Where check this? - Asked Fimpsy.
- Maybe it fell from the sky - Fempsy suggested.
- Come on, you can not!
- Of course you can. The sky will always fall a bunch of stuff: water, ice, sand, comets, meteors, dead birds, fish, frogs ...
- dead birds?
- Sure! Have you ever seen a dead bird fly?
- Yes, but the birds mica die while flying ...
- A no? Do you think the evil Mr. Rosco, when he goes hunting, wristband is expected to land before taking aim?
- Okay, so the fish and frogs?
- I've read in a magazine. He said that after it past a hurricane it can rain all ...
- Yes, but this was not a hurricane, only a small summer storm ...
As discussed, someone came to collect the ball.
- Hello! - He said.
- Hello! - And responded with Fempsy Fimpsy. - So the ball is yours ...
- Yes, I was playing in my garden when the storm broke. I threw the ball too high and the wind took her away. Thank goodness that has not been lost.
- Oh, we have solved the mystery of the ball falling from the sky - he said relieved Fimpsy.
- What? - Asked the curious newcomer.
- Oh, forget it, forget it .... - Fimpsy said, embarrassed. Then all and three laughed.
- By the way, my name is Kanu.
- I am Fimpsy and she and my friend Fempsy.
- Enjoy! Why do not we play ball together? So the three
played ball all afternoon before they separated and decided together to meet the next day.
Fimpsy and Fempsy That night, before going to sleep, they think of Kanu and what was wonderful to have a new friend. But both felt a bit 'guilty, because they feared that their friendship would have been affected, even if something in their hearts told them that it would be wonderful to share their friends with other friends. In this way everyone could take care of all ... Ah, would find new friends to play with, and new balls fall from the sky, or maybe something else, a kite, a FreeSBIE, or a boomerang ... and there were many other wonderful adventures, along with Fempsy, Fimpsy, Kanu ... and while they thought about all these things, along with two friends sank into the softest of sleep. 
Fimpsy Fempsy and knew each other since they were born, and since then had never been separated. Fimpsy Fempsy and could count on each other. Were always together, but sometimes wondered if it was wrong. Maybe someone else should know, attend new friends, traveling, seeing new things ... The doubt recollect both before bed, in the darkness of their bedroom, which of course as they shared everything else. But when you wake up, just looked at him, that doubt was gone along with the shadows of the night. Fimpsy Fempsy and were too well together. Made merry at large, both with the sun and rain, winter and summer. Fempsy One day he told his friend: - We always remain close, right? Fimpsy did not need to think about more than one second, and replied: - Fempsy Sure, we'll be together forever! One day the two went
preferred to play on their lawns, although the sky was covered with gray clouds of fat. They were not discouraged and they went beyond the small brook at the bottom of the field you could see from the window of their room, before recovering to close the vineyard of a patch of grass on which dominated a large oak tree. The drops began to fall, but they began to shelter under the canopy of large tree. They stood watching the rain falling and lightning that lit up the sky, always followed by the rumble of thunder. They shook their neighbors, the fear of the storm passed, a smile appeared on their faces. When the rain stopped, and Fimpsy Fempsy came out from under the oak tree and walked down the pratone. Found there a ball that was not there when they arrived.
- Where check this? - Asked Fimpsy.
- Maybe it fell from the sky - Fempsy suggested.
- Come on, you can not!
- Of course you can. The sky will always fall a bunch of stuff: water, ice, sand, comets, meteors, dead birds, fish, frogs ...
- dead birds?
- Sure! Have you ever seen a dead bird fly?
- Yes, but the birds mica die while flying ...
- A no? Do you think the evil Mr. Rosco, when he goes hunting, wristband is expected to land before taking aim?
- Okay, so the fish and frogs?
- I've read in a magazine. He said that after it past a hurricane it can rain all ...
- Yes, but this was not a hurricane, only a small summer storm ...
As discussed, someone came to collect the ball.
- Hello! - He said.
- Hello! - And responded with Fempsy Fimpsy. - So the ball is yours ...
- Yes, I was playing in my garden when the storm broke. I threw the ball too high and the wind took her away. Thank goodness that has not been lost.
- Oh, we have solved the mystery of the ball falling from the sky - he said relieved Fimpsy.
- What? - Asked the curious newcomer.
- Oh, forget it, forget it .... - Fimpsy said, embarrassed. Then all and three laughed.
- By the way, my name is Kanu.
- I am Fimpsy and she and my friend Fempsy.
- Enjoy! Why do not we play ball together? So the three
played ball all afternoon before they separated and decided together to meet the next day.
Fimpsy and Fempsy That night, before going to sleep, they think of Kanu and what was wonderful to have a new friend. But both felt a bit 'guilty, because they feared that their friendship would have been affected, even if something in their hearts told them that it would be wonderful to share their friends with other friends. In this way everyone could take care of all ... Ah, would find new friends to play with, and new balls fall from the sky, or maybe something else, a kite, a FreeSBIE, or a boomerang ... and there were many other wonderful adventures, along with Fempsy, Fimpsy, Kanu ... and while they thought about all these things, along with two friends sank into the softest of sleep.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Banquet Facility Slogan
MARCELLO THE COOK AND THE SYMPHONY RAINBOW
Marcello was a cook in the kitchens of the royal palace, and cooked dishes prelibatissimi for the King and Queen Philip Anselmo. He knew how to make gnocchi and cheese tart to the thousands of cioccolatatissima, which was not a normal cocoa cream, because he had a secret recipe and could prepare the most delicious chocolate from all over the country. Marcello was a cook in the leg, but cooking was not his only passion. He liked the music so much, and sometimes he was sorry he never learned to play an instrument. You could find in her kitchen stirring the pots in humming a tune, although it was not very in tune.
For the feast of the fiftieth anniversary of marriage of the king and queen, he prepared a delicious dinner for all guests present millesettecentoventidue: good-good toasted with a pinch of kindness, wonder-filled ravioli with walnut sauce and formaggissimo, supergolosa pizza with mozzarella and sweet caramel ultrafilante nice-nice with an avalanche of whipped cream. The guests were amazed and talked of the dinner for centuries to come. The king and queen were so excited that makes for Marcello a pot full of gold coins. They said that there was enough gold to repay their gratitude, but because gold is worth less than you think, but with the hope that their gift would have fulfilled his wishes. Marcello
So he left the royal palace and bought a beautiful house in the country, with a small garden and a well to draw water. It was a beautiful place, between the mountains and the sea, and nearby is an ancient forest inhabited by gnomes. The gnomes were people in place, although a little weird. They loved to invent something new, and sometimes the window he saw a flash or Marcello felt an explosion coming from the woods, and knew that one of their inventions had gone wrong. Every first of the month he invited them into his house for a dinner of delicious, and every time he gives one of their bizarre inventions. Most of them did not know what to do, but not disrespectful to his guests, he pretended to be excited, and then go and hide in the cellar. But
Forg one day, the elf elder of the community, gave him two strange objects in the shape of the funnel. - I am sure that our invention will enjoy a lot. These are two very special sound recorder. I can perceive the hidden symphonies, those found in nature but that the ear can not steal, like the concert of the cypresses, the ballad of the moon, the air of twilight, the madrigal of the clouds, the tarantella of drizzle, stream of the operetta, the star of the night and the wonderful symphony of the rainbow ...
- The Symphony of the rainbow? - Marcello asked incredulously.
- Ah, that's my favorite! - Mastro said the gnome. Intrigued by the
strange invention, but also a little skeptical, Marcello left his house one morning when the sun still had not turned up. He climbed the nearby hill, and turning his gaze to the east, waiting impatiently for the dawn. With him she had two funnels, which pointed in the direction that would soon be facing the sun. He waited, clutching my coat on because it was a bit 'cold, until a first beam struck him in the face, a true spectacle. We hope that these devices have recorded everything, he thought as he returned back. It just went into the house, feeling inspired, went into the kitchen to make an apple pie with golden stars of silver sugar. Put the music in the background that the two funnels were caught by the rising sun, the dawn song. What a beautiful melody, all for strings and bagpipes. Marcello was stunned, and hoped that soon would be a good time, and that the sun smiling irrompesse thus giving him the most beautiful rainbow that had ever been seen. Marcello
Cook lived for many years in his house near the forest of gnomes, and promptly at the beginning of each new month gave a party with his little friends. He recorded more great songs that nature composed during the years of his long life, and sometimes played during these holidays, and I enjoyed all the gnomes, and the forest animals to hear them approaching. Marcello lived happily cook until it novantatreesimo birthday.
That day a man knocked on his door. He was dressed in shade and wind, with two red eyes that burned under the long hood. Orog said his name and be a world traveler. Marcello did not know what he meant, but he did sit down and offered him tea with freshly baked biscuits with honey. Orog explained that during his last trip was in decline across a world full of unhappy men. Over there everybody was running after something, destroying everything that stands in front of them. Nobody seemed to realize that the reason for their unhappiness was really all that running. Orog hoped that if they hear the symphony of the rainbow, they would finally stop. This was the reason of his visit, he wanted to funnel the magic of gnomes, who recorded all the sounds of nature, and with the help of these might have saved that world.
Marcello, bent on rocking chair, looking pensive shadow cloaked in the wind. - Get me just what you ask, my guest ... but first answer this question, you believe that these men can really accorgesi of beauty, after spending a lifetime to ignore it?
Orog looked old. - I do not know ... but this is their last hope.
Then he grabbed the two funnels and disappeared into the darkest night.
So he left the royal palace and bought a beautiful house in the country, with a small garden and a well to draw water. It was a beautiful place, between the mountains and the sea, and nearby is an ancient forest inhabited by gnomes. The gnomes were people in place, although a little weird. They loved to invent something new, and sometimes the window he saw a flash or Marcello felt an explosion coming from the woods, and knew that one of their inventions had gone wrong. Every first of the month he invited them into his house for a dinner of delicious, and every time he gives one of their bizarre inventions. Most of them did not know what to do, but not disrespectful to his guests, he pretended to be excited, and then go and hide in the cellar. But
Forg one day, the elf elder of the community, gave him two strange objects in the shape of the funnel. - I am sure that our invention will enjoy a lot. These are two very special sound recorder. I can perceive the hidden symphonies, those found in nature but that the ear can not steal, like the concert of the cypresses, the ballad of the moon, the air of twilight, the madrigal of the clouds, the tarantella of drizzle, stream of the operetta, the star of the night and the wonderful symphony of the rainbow ...
- The Symphony of the rainbow? - Marcello asked incredulously.
- Ah, that's my favorite! - Mastro said the gnome. Intrigued by the
strange invention, but also a little skeptical, Marcello left his house one morning when the sun still had not turned up. He climbed the nearby hill, and turning his gaze to the east, waiting impatiently for the dawn. With him she had two funnels, which pointed in the direction that would soon be facing the sun. He waited, clutching my coat on because it was a bit 'cold, until a first beam struck him in the face, a true spectacle. We hope that these devices have recorded everything, he thought as he returned back. It just went into the house, feeling inspired, went into the kitchen to make an apple pie with golden stars of silver sugar. Put the music in the background that the two funnels were caught by the rising sun, the dawn song. What a beautiful melody, all for strings and bagpipes. Marcello was stunned, and hoped that soon would be a good time, and that the sun smiling irrompesse thus giving him the most beautiful rainbow that had ever been seen. Marcello
Cook lived for many years in his house near the forest of gnomes, and promptly at the beginning of each new month gave a party with his little friends. He recorded more great songs that nature composed during the years of his long life, and sometimes played during these holidays, and I enjoyed all the gnomes, and the forest animals to hear them approaching. Marcello lived happily cook until it novantatreesimo birthday.
That day a man knocked on his door. He was dressed in shade and wind, with two red eyes that burned under the long hood. Orog said his name and be a world traveler. Marcello did not know what he meant, but he did sit down and offered him tea with freshly baked biscuits with honey. Orog explained that during his last trip was in decline across a world full of unhappy men. Over there everybody was running after something, destroying everything that stands in front of them. Nobody seemed to realize that the reason for their unhappiness was really all that running. Orog hoped that if they hear the symphony of the rainbow, they would finally stop. This was the reason of his visit, he wanted to funnel the magic of gnomes, who recorded all the sounds of nature, and with the help of these might have saved that world.
Marcello, bent on rocking chair, looking pensive shadow cloaked in the wind. - Get me just what you ask, my guest ... but first answer this question, you believe that these men can really accorgesi of beauty, after spending a lifetime to ignore it?
Orog looked old. - I do not know ... but this is their last hope.
Then he grabbed the two funnels and disappeared into the darkest night.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Action Replay Make All Party Pokemon Shiny
PIERLUIGI BACO
This is the story of a bug named Pierre, with all the related problems of being bug. A bug is in fact little stuff, but sometimes the will, which has more tonnage. Pierre, whom many affectionately called Pierlù, ran around up and down his world, a world that was not large and complex as ours, but However that seemed endless minutes for a creature like him. The bug turned Pierlù, and often wondered why he was born bug, not a small question, after all ... "I want to do many things, but I'm just a bug ...", he said to himself. What he did not feel bad, but could not cope with them.
One day he came to the castle of a wizard, of all the most famous and feared, because fear is a normal sorcerer. Sorcerers know many things, and who knows too many secrets still hide, or at least that's what I think anymore. But Sulfate, the magician in question, it was wicked, it was just a bit 'weird. Pierlù found him leaning out a window, with her dress and hat hanging crooked. "You see that now falls under" thought the bug, and soon discovered in his help.
- Mr. Wizard, but what are you doing? So the risk of crashing to the ground! - Said the bug, with a tiny little voice from bug. Sulfate, which was intended to fix a weird gimmick tube sticking out from a hole in the roof and looked down to find the man who had spoken, and almost lost his balance.
- Who owns that little voice from bug? - Asked the sorcerer.
- Behold, I knew that I would also recognized by his voice. Pierluigi are the bug, but you can call me Pierlù - said the bug, looking at the best gimmick that from the roof of the castle disappeared behind the clouds above. - What is mounting? - He asked.
- is a new device of my invention. Is to gather the dust of stars ... - The magician explained Sulfate, as he finished screwing in a bolt that holds firmly to the tube wall that strange.
- Stardust? - Said the bug, which could not understand much about astronomy.
- Exactly. Come on, come on in Pierlù I'll show you ... - And said that, the wizard disappeared through the window and in the blink of an eye opened the door of the castle. Pierluigi the bug was puzzled. - How did you open the door so fast? - Churches, with the mouthpiece bug is still open.
- Well, is a wizard after all ... - And that sentence explains a lot. Sulfite
invited his guest in the laboratory where prepared potions. Pierlù, being a bug, it moved up dragging his limbs, and each train something amazing castle that left him breathless. She had never seen so many weird and wonderful all at once. But the most amazing thing was yet to see it.
- Here it is, the dust of stars! - Announced the wizard, pointing to a pile of fine sand, so white and shiny from dazzled. - At the other end of the pipe that I built there is a funnel that collects it. Of course, you must first sift ... - Said, dipping a hand in the sand lasciandosela and slip between his fingers knotted.
- Sift? - Said the bug, and wondered if it was a stupid question or a request to bug ...
- Of course. The stardust is never pure. Just between you and me, there are a lot of crap in the universe ...
- But what's the point? - Then asked the bug.
- Dear friend, you must know that the stardust is the most precious substance that exists in the world. A pinch of this powder will set you on the right track, and sometimes even manages to fulfill the desires.
- says so?
- Well, according to my calculations ...
- means that no one has ever tried it?
- No. .. See, I'm the one who is content with little ...
- Then maybe I could ...
- Try it? Of course. Pull out your tongue ... all they need is a needle ...
And then the witch doctor took a teaspoon and poured a little stardust on the language of the bug Pierluigi, who immediately squinted because she had never tasted anything sweeter. The bug did a little body to shake. She felt strange,'s turned his head and for a moment thought that he was poisoned. Then something really weird happened. Her little body began to bug to grow and change. She felt in her soft meat from the bug, formation of long bones and sturdy. A transformation is complete, he looked at a mirror which occupied the entire wall of the laboratory. The bug could not Pierlù believe his eyes: he had become a child.
- Here, boy - the witch doctor said, handing him a bag full of white powder. - Now that you're a child, you can go into the world of men dusting off their pumpkins with a little 'of it, hoping it can make them reflect on the many who continue to make mistakes.
Then the mirror was a door between two worlds and Pierluigi no-more-bug jumped in there. Now he knew why he was born bug.
- Mr. Wizard, but what are you doing? So the risk of crashing to the ground! - Said the bug, with a tiny little voice from bug. Sulfate, which was intended to fix a weird gimmick tube sticking out from a hole in the roof and looked down to find the man who had spoken, and almost lost his balance.
- Who owns that little voice from bug? - Asked the sorcerer.
- Behold, I knew that I would also recognized by his voice. Pierluigi are the bug, but you can call me Pierlù - said the bug, looking at the best gimmick that from the roof of the castle disappeared behind the clouds above. - What is mounting? - He asked.
- is a new device of my invention. Is to gather the dust of stars ... - The magician explained Sulfate, as he finished screwing in a bolt that holds firmly to the tube wall that strange.
- Stardust? - Said the bug, which could not understand much about astronomy.
- Exactly. Come on, come on in Pierlù I'll show you ... - And said that, the wizard disappeared through the window and in the blink of an eye opened the door of the castle. Pierluigi the bug was puzzled. - How did you open the door so fast? - Churches, with the mouthpiece bug is still open.
- Well, is a wizard after all ... - And that sentence explains a lot. Sulfite
invited his guest in the laboratory where prepared potions. Pierlù, being a bug, it moved up dragging his limbs, and each train something amazing castle that left him breathless. She had never seen so many weird and wonderful all at once. But the most amazing thing was yet to see it.
- Here it is, the dust of stars! - Announced the wizard, pointing to a pile of fine sand, so white and shiny from dazzled. - At the other end of the pipe that I built there is a funnel that collects it. Of course, you must first sift ... - Said, dipping a hand in the sand lasciandosela and slip between his fingers knotted.
- Sift? - Said the bug, and wondered if it was a stupid question or a request to bug ...
- Of course. The stardust is never pure. Just between you and me, there are a lot of crap in the universe ...
- But what's the point? - Then asked the bug.
- Dear friend, you must know that the stardust is the most precious substance that exists in the world. A pinch of this powder will set you on the right track, and sometimes even manages to fulfill the desires.
- says so?
- Well, according to my calculations ...
- means that no one has ever tried it?
- No. .. See, I'm the one who is content with little ...
- Then maybe I could ...
- Try it? Of course. Pull out your tongue ... all they need is a needle ...
And then the witch doctor took a teaspoon and poured a little stardust on the language of the bug Pierluigi, who immediately squinted because she had never tasted anything sweeter. The bug did a little body to shake. She felt strange,'s turned his head and for a moment thought that he was poisoned. Then something really weird happened. Her little body began to bug to grow and change. She felt in her soft meat from the bug, formation of long bones and sturdy. A transformation is complete, he looked at a mirror which occupied the entire wall of the laboratory. The bug could not Pierlù believe his eyes: he had become a child.
- Here, boy - the witch doctor said, handing him a bag full of white powder. - Now that you're a child, you can go into the world of men dusting off their pumpkins with a little 'of it, hoping it can make them reflect on the many who continue to make mistakes.
Then the mirror was a door between two worlds and Pierluigi no-more-bug jumped in there. Now he knew why he was born bug.
Friday, December 10, 2010
How To Set Time For Cake In Kenstar Microwave?
Rhyme Christmas Santa Margherita
| The Dreaming |
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| I dreamed that the child was at my bed and said softly: "For Christmas is not want anything? " I thought the first thing you mother will love you dad, good time, and said: "Holy Jesus, bless mother and father, ago 'which always be happy!" |
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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RAYMOND THE OWL AND THE FLEA CARLOTTA
There was an owl named Raymond and the entire forest was renowned for its laziness. Remained perched in his tree day and night, no, only at night, since the day she returned to sleep in his den. But to not even fly to return, since he lived in the hollow of that tree. In short, Raymond got up late, ate two or three insects that were passing by, then put his head out and took position on the branch. For hours he sat so still that the tree seemed to move more of him, obviously helped by the wind. No, Raymond was standing like a statue, like a stone, no, like a mountain, like the great mountain that watches over all the forest animals.
One day, shortly before dawn, a flea very athletic, he also did the marathon in New York and Honolulu, passed near the tree for the case of Raymond. On the trunk, he began to do the warm up exercises, just to stretch their legs. He raised his head and saw the owl dozing, or perhaps it was only pretend to doze, for this reason he had problems to disturb him.
- Good evening owl, all right? - Churches, to do some 'conversation. Raymond got eyelid half but saw no one. Heedless of all, the lowered, but left ajar a crack, because you could never know ...
- Mr. Owl, is perhaps better to return to his lair. Perched sleep is dangerous, sometimes a gust of wind can make you lose your balance. - And while he said this, the flea loosen the muscles started shaking little body nicely.
Raymond opened both his eyes and swung down to figure out where it came from that voice. Under the tree, he saw one flea, all athletics and with the bib number 43.
- Oibò, a flea - he whispered, and then closed his eyes.
- Well, not a flea any - that he wanted to clarify the insect. - I am Charlotte, flea faster than the forest. Did you know that last year I finished third at the Honolulu Marathon, and just because during the race, right on the final straight, I've put half of a cricket that was my fan. "Go-Go!" I screamed, and I had to slow down to avoid him ... poor cricket, he felt so guilty afterwards. Raymond pays little attention to those words, but thought it well to return home, since it was almost time to go to sleep.
- flea I'm sorry, but now I have to leave. It is endorsed later - he said.
- Oh, do not worry Mr. Owl, but I have to escape. Today I plan to climb the big mountain. Yeah! ...
- The great mountain? - Raymond repeated, thinking crazy. - And why? The flea
thought for a moment, as if it was taken by surprise. Then he shrugged and said: - Well, so much to do ...
Then you put the flea in place, all focused and tense muscles, then also called the countdown. Raymond looked a little 'confused, a big yawn while he's wringing his two large eyes.
- Goodbye Mr. Owl! - Greeted the flea, starting to sprint to the mountain.
- flea Goodbye - Raymond said, and have not seen any more. Then he went to sleep.
That night he dreamed that the flea had come up to the mountaintop, and then he went further up to the clouds, the moon and the stars. He had made the rounds of the whole universe and then, not content, she had begun to tap dance on a black hole. Finally he had come back down to earth, landing right under his tree. Charles had told him "not so bad up there!", Under the starry sky. And he replied "not so bad down here ..."
Together they smile, he never moved from its branch and she was never stops. Because as far as can be different, there is always a reason to smile together.
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