Sunday, February 27, 2011

Metalcore Blog Spot :d

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Today Sunday 27 February will be a day for remember because it has now finished marking the last stage from Yémeda Monteagudo de las Salinas, has been a cold morning but has not prevented Guadazaón ford the river twice and already be marked with the yellow arrows to the end of stage was awaiting this road where it joined with the other coming from Alicante, and finally saw it, this milestone is for us as the intersection of Queen's Bridge Road Frances joins with Aragones.
We have a small inscription under the bridge at the entrance of Monteagudo
















Friday, February 25, 2011

Mime Dancing Uniforms

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I've been locked up almost 1 full week at home, a bad cold, somehow lost the notion of days the climate. outside the sun shone, but I never noticed the 6 degrees below zero. and my days have passed between kleneexs, hot tea with lemon, the odd movie and try to sleep. A. has been my only connection to the outside world. Today I finally feel better and tomorrow I think I'll go out. was like being in a box. somewhat rare. by the way, when I have nothing to do ground looking home decor blogs, especially Scandinavian, I like those spaces white with some light wood accents, simple lines, etc. but ... the people who live in these houses do not have a dog that sometimes comes with dirty feet?, when cooked they are not spilled something on the floor?, and wooden shelves where they have plates and cups - no door any - are not full of dust?? I never get my house look so impeccably, well the truth and not try.


Due to a bad cold I Have Been confined in my house for around a week. I lost the idea of \u200b\u200bdays, time and weather. Could I see the sun shining outside, But I Never Realized the - 6C °. my days revolve around Tissues, tea, hot lemon with honey, Some films, and Trying to get some sleep. A. was my only connection to the outside world. today at last I feel better, hopefully tomorrow I´ll go out. it was strange in a way. when I have not much to do I surf around design blogs, especially those featring scandinavian homes. I love these white spaces, with a light woode accent, simple lines and so on. but those living there, don´t they have a dog that comes in with dusty paws and sheds hair all over? when they cook does ever anything drops onto the floor? and on the wooden shelfs full with beautiful pottery, pots and pans, do they ever get dusty??? I never manage to have my house looking like those, well I don´t ever try it anymore.








Monday, February 21, 2011

Frozen Sausages Thaw Cookery



Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Experience Certificate Wording

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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Matter Wedding Cards In Hindi

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Sometimes in dreams I visit a parallel reality, where time stopped and dust particles suspended in the air where people live and I are no longer, my grandparents are always there. The scenery changes, but it is always a warm and sunny, with homes open doors and windows where the sun is filtered and I have the feeling perzozamente stretch and lie down like a cat nap in the sun on the edge of the window. Last night I was there my aunt E. who is physically still on this side but her if not anymore. And there was as before, full of witticisms and the hug and sat in his dining room table covered with red rubber and talked and laughed told me not to laugh so hard because Uncle H. was taking a nap. They are made as short visits. I can not always get there in a dream, happens only Aguná night and awake with the sensation of a sweet sadness. Sera that there really is this other side that we built in dreams? hopefully so.
Today the sky was blue blue
Sometimes in my dreams I visit a parallel reality, where time stands still and Which is Inhabited by my loved ones Who are no longer here; my grandparents are always there. The scenery changes but it is always a warm sunny place, houses with open doors and windows, where I feel like stretching lazily and then curling down like an sleeping cat on the window sill. Last night my aunt E. was there, although she is physically still here, her mind is not; and there she was as she used to be, full of life and wit. I sat at her dining table and we talked and laughed and she told me we should not laugh so loud because my uncle H. was sleeping his siesta. How short these visits are. I can not visit this place anytime I want, I arrive there only some nights and then I wake up with a feeling of sweetened sadness. Does this place really exists? I can only wish.
Today the sky WAS blue, really blue


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

20th Birthday Card Ideas

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Webcam Freezes In Yahoo

yesterday and today