Monday, September 27, 2010

Thomas The Tank Electric Toothbrush

Better late ... Where's

Today published a post that circumstances are irrelevant now has taken longer than he intended to see the light: something and nine months ... But better late than never, right? : D

Since World Angie opened its doors, has become customary at the beginning of each year that this humble servant proposing a series of posts (written during the year just ended) as candidates to be proclaimed as the Best Post of the Year.

need for such a choice, of course, the invaluable assistance of my dear readers, that will be the ones with their votes (and your patience to read the entries have not read) choose your favorite post to be worthy of that status.

And without further ado ...

Candidates for BEST POST OF 2009:
(I put the first lines of each entry, to read whole click on the title)


Cursed be the fate (21-03-2009)

Hello, my love: A month ago today and I can not believe to be saying this. A month without seeing that the soul enlighten me. A month without getting lost in your smile. A month without navigating your eyes. A month without feeling the warmth of your arms. A month without the beating of our hearts go together. One month you will not find in the softness of your skin. A month without a walk together through the gardens of Eden. A month without taste your kisses. A month without happy butterflies flutter in my stomach. A month that your princess will cry inconsolably. A month without you. A month walking alone. Only a month ago and it seems an eternity. An eternity of minutes made ...

Looks (02-04-2009)

There are looks that dare brave all other cowards who are paralyzed with fear. Transparent eyes do not hide anything and dark hiding many secrets. There looks sweet as honey and bitter as other indifference. Loving and close eyes and other colder than ice. Looks deep cross and other empty souls that go unnoticed. There looks to brighten up the gray day and others fade away, hurt by the lack of enthusiasm. Looks to love without measure and others who hate so much that they become black. Begging even looks a little affection. There looks ...

Hello Perico (11-05-2009)

Perico Hello: I still do not know what Angie's World, but who cares ... Nearly two and a half years he wrote in a post about a stork weeks later was unfortunately lost on the road. I felt so sad when I learned that I had lost the stork that I wanted to leave it there for longer, so I deleted it. It was as if he had spoken to you as soon as you have brought bad luck. Months later, they take care, this time hardly anyone knew. Hardly anyone in the family and anyone who read my blog. The disappointment for me was the first time afraid to tell (probably influenced by a superstitious nonsense) just in ...

Destiny (18-06-2009)

"-Inigo, what time you told me you had been with Estela?" Five. "Fine. In ten minutes pass to get you. "Okay, now we are. Ciao." Inigo and Samuel were friends since he was seven. It seemed that two days ago playing football in the neighborhood, however had already spent more than twenty years. Estela was a cousin of Inigo. Had practically grown up together but since it came out that work in Madrid for a major multinational, were only a few times a year, usually at family gatherings. "- What I have wanted to see it! We have not seen since Christmas Inigo said as they climbed into the elevator. - And I! Same ni ...

Mr. and Mrs. Face Book (13-07-2009)

The fantastic, wonderful and entertaining tests of Mr. and Mrs. Face Book Facebook flamboyant owners say that Angie ... mother was 21 years . With what your wanted samophlange (whose whereabouts is unknown at present) and communion will next year. Marry in 2012. Year, according to the Maya, the world will end. Hopefully not because of long-awaited event. name initial of his great love is A. "So with the A? A Anselmo, Antonio, Andrew, Abel, Abraham Athanasius (oju, how bad it sounds!), Adriano, Augustine, Alberto, Alejandro, Alfonso, Angel (Angel and Angela, how funny, so well combined that is!). ..

Lie (18-07-2009)

Only look in the light of your eyes took me to another reality. Our love was pure cotton candy since that first shared vision: the eclipse of the sun and moon, a mixture of water and salt, heads and tails of a coin, the smell of orange blossoms, perfect piece. It was beautiful to look at you always feel dressed with kisses. Together we became especially common, simple as unforgettable together, our world was a perfect world filled with rose petals. But a day like any other crossed the line of fire and fell into the trap of glass. Tell me, what did we do wrong? Because love is not love and your love is no longer the love with which I always dreamed of. I tried ...

Because you're by my side (27-07-2009)

Your looks sleepers and your sweet smile makes the world remember, my world is a nicer place. Because you're by my side. When, in dreams, I feel on my lips a subtle tickling of your kisses, slowly open my eyes and live every day the most sweet awakening. Because you're by my side. Every night, when you appear in the doorway, my senses are demanding all your crazy voice caresses that shake the pores of my skin. Cluster of sensations that flooded my soul. Because you're by my side. When you take me by the hand, I draw smiles dyed pink glitter my concerns grayer. Because you're by my side. I ...

The platform (01-08-2009)

As every summer Ana came to the station loaded with luggage. Finally returning to his homeland to enjoy their long-awaited vacation. The sidewalks were swarming with people, some returning and others who were: parents receiving child after a long course in another city guides waiting for their tour group, lovers who were reluctant to leave. Ana was alone. Hugs and kisses in all directions and none was for her. Boarded the train and quickly found his seat, car 2, 23-V. He settled and was awaiting the reviewer sting ticket. After a few minutes the train closed its doors and began to move. Was slowly away from a ...

Ana, the cat (20-08-2009)

As every morning Anne loved breakfast on the terrace while reading a newspaper. Looking through the card, saw that one of the summer theaters in the city replenished "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." Suddenly felt his hair stood on end and suffered a trip to the past that carried a decade ago, its time univertisaria ... "Ana had long time not devoted to one of his favorite hobbies. During his college years he participated in several writing workshops, which had always seemed to most interesting. The first to be used to recite poems said Becquer and Neruda, read the great masters of literature ...

Leo, the neighbor of the 5 th (10/05/2009)

Ana had some years living in the same block of flats. They were only ten neighbors, so he knew all too well. With few exceptions such as the nosy neighbor hated the 2 nd left all the neighbors were quite nice, however the best had was with Leo, a neighbor of the 5 th. Ana and Javier always had many dealings with him, since all three were more or less the same age. For almost two years living ssolo Leo, having broken with his girlfriend, with whom he had lived there himself for three years. Following the breakdown of Ana and Javier, Leo and she began to look more often. He had relatively little had been through a ...

hands up (20-10-2009)

Ana was beginning to get dark and finally reached home. After a long day of work was willing to remove their heels and get comfortable. Medium to dark because the lamp post was the previous day had broken into the house. Without closing the door for some light, hung the jacket I had on the rack behind the door and bent down to pick up the shoes, which had blown up at opening the door. One of the shoes had fallen into the entrance hall and the other near the door of the room, which was the room closest to the front door. In the silence Ana heard a ruido.Ruido of steps that still left her with a shoe in his hand ...

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will keep an open tiempecillo this proposal to allow sufficient time to involve as many readers as possible.

And from here I would like to call ...

Readers who follow me and do not usually comment, that this time they do so and help decide what the best post of 2009.

To always tell my readers may now have the opportunity to re-read entries that once were fun, we laugh or mourn hiceron, I was thrilled ... In short, they liked.

Those who first went here recently and did not sound any entries, because that what better time to learn and a little more Angie's World and read what in my opinion "I was apaƱao" in 2009!

Thanks in advance to all!

Friday, September 24, 2010

Funny Invitation Wordings For Indian Wedding

mothers. Good mothers.



not usually feel bad mother but when I do, is when aspects of my personality emerge that are not exactly friendly, automatically they are "placed" my children without them having done anything particularly serious to warrant, for example, my bad mood, or my lack of resources to handle a specific situation. I do not think they have to pay my tensions, although sometimes and my regret doing so. And I do not think they have to pay my limitations, but sometimes and in a natural course, do so.

Although I do not like, I do not poses a problem feel bad mother because I know too well that no one "is" or "is not" anything that feels at any given time. Like a child when "doing something wrong" and that does not mean that the child "bad", mothers and fathers often err and that evil does not automatically extend to the exercise of all of our parental roles.

Feeling "bad mother", in fact, it helps me tremendously because that feeling catapult me \u200b\u200bstraight to a period of reflection (which can last from minutes to days) the first thing I do is stop myself and of course my conduct, review my teaching styles at that time and replaced in the place where I think a responsible mother should be. Feeling like I've done bad I often put in my place, help me.

In any event, the kindness of a mother and a father, I believe, do not refer to the goodness or badness of the person but rather, proper and "gentle" exercise of its functions. And even more than the pursuit of what is directly observable (give or not give her breast, taking the child strapped in the car or attached to the body in a scarf, sleep with him or take him to the crib and a long list of options apparently incompatible with each other, but actually very relative), I refer to the maternal and paternal kindness as a series of fundamental attitude toward parenting, among which stands out above all others respect for their needs according to the developmental stage in which you are raising and capacity for coexistence.

Unfortunately, one thing is to love our children and quite another to get them to behave in a loving way. The second has much more value than the first and, of course, there are many mothers and fathers who love their children truth but are unable to translate that love into behaviors of respect, empathy, containment and help. Hence the world walk by so many people have not felt loved, despite having been. The latter has also to do with what I consider to be "good parents."

So hide behind the love (we feel) our children to justify poor parenting or abusive behavior is not lawful and it is possible that mothers who feel attacked when people question his methodology and feel it because somewhere in your day to day has been installed that inconsistency between what we feel (love) and how in which they are treating their children on one (or several) particular topics. Being a parent gives permission for everything.

In any case, apart from these preliminary considerations, the fact is that on the day to day what we value (and judge) at the other mothers and fathers, in general, are their actions above the attitudes that motivate them and so we have spent years judging women among us without mercy: finding a "bad mother" out there makes us automatically better mothers than the others.

And so the "side of good "and the" gang of evil "is actually a trench dug for ourselves, women, and I think it reflects the need to exorcise the bad mother and all of us cling desperately to look good ourselves. In fact, all, some and others, to be questions to answer, without hesitation, that we are "good."

But the point is that the good mother, in fact, exist. As there is its opposite. And I say does not exist because the child does not exist, from the moment that a mother sometimes gives and denies others, is very close and sometimes far, sometimes full and other empty, sometimes as many competent and incompetent. Mom, if anything, it is sometimes good and others bad.

So do not make much sense the effort that women have a position in the "good side" and entrenched in interpreting everything the outside as an attack. Because the question is: what are we really defending? What is attacking us? For me the answer may be that we defend ourselves from having to question our own ingrained attitudes and attacks us finding our own insecurities and limitations.

Hence the importance of being able to put aside our proud banner of "good mother" (to which we cling with pride like a treasure that someone would snatch whenever doubt) and occasionally wonder if we will be doing something wrong.

pursue a flag because we do not include all lags a more noble purpose at hand, which is helping us grow and support each other as best we can to be bad mothers our children.


Violeta Alcocer.
Illustration: Monica Calvo.


Thursday, September 23, 2010

How To Instal Bots In Diablo2

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"Dad, Dad ... Where is the Guadalquivir?

-Mmm ... I do not know, ask your mother ... I always keep it to!

Monday, September 6, 2010

Sample Of An Opening Prayer For Seminar

Something Else ..

More than words
More than silences

little more than an illusion
More than a

perhaps something more than friendship
More than confusion

More than a ride by
beach
More than the distance

More than a destination
More than a secret

More than hope More than


curious little more than a caress
More than just a game

More than a kiss
More than a wait

More than a hug
More than just an opportunity

More than a laugh
More than a cry

More than just a little more than contempt

look
More than a shiver
More than a spark

More than a road
More than a crossroads

More than a smile
More than a tear

More than fear

More than desire

More than a question
Beyond a

response More than a lie
More than a truth

More than a yes
More than a
not
More than a principle
More than a final

Something Something more than you
more than I


More than anything More than everything ... Something

just a tiny bit!



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