Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Eczema On Dogs Back Legs

mango and pear tart

I had a major change in my life that has occupied most of my time lately. Not that I've cooked, but I have not had time to write.
I have wanted to sit and read a book at night, to rest in front of the TV and watch some series, or end up a thousand and one things that left abandoned by the middle ... But the idea of \u200b\u200btrying to juggle many things at time even more difficult and challenging than I thought.
time, just keep going no matter how much you want it back, at least for a while.




RECIPE Ingredients

1 kg of ripe pears
250 g of cheese Freso
100 ml double cream
1 tablespoon cornstarch 1 egg

1 envelope
vanilla sugar 1 tablespoon sliced \u200b\u200balmonds
1 pastry disc

Preparation

Preheat oven to 180 º. Grease a springform pan with some butter and line the sides and bottom with batter. Cover with greaseproof paper, fill with a handful of beans dry and bake for 15 minutes or until it begins to brown slightly. Remove from oven and let cool.
Peel the pears, remove the center and cut into thin slices. Mix cream cheese with the beaten egg, cornstarch and vanilla sugar , better using the electric mixer. Have
pear blades at the bottom of the cake and fill with cream. Bake at 150 º for 40 minutes. A half cooked, add sliced \u200b\u200balmonds .
Cool and serve. Source
summer kitchen

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Toilet Paper Penis Test

[life] Homesick!

:: Everybody needs to call home.. sooner or later ::

" HOMESICK: This is what happens to Ness if you forget to call his mother from times to times, Ness will get homesick and waste some turns thinking about steak and being an sad kid. "
--EARTHBOUND (Snes)

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"One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night".
--Margaret Mead

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"Where thou art, that is home".
--Emily Dickinson

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Hace tiempo, cuando era niño, recuerdo que me comunicaba on the phone every so often with my family who lived outside the territory of BCS. At that time, I remember my grandmother spoke to Carmela, who lived in Guadalajara, and on rare occasions my mother's family in a town called Las Palmas, also in the state of Jalisco.

Another thing to back then, as a child, was to send mail. That over time became a habit, and later, with a few years of practice, not only sent him emails to my family, but also my friends. With the advent of e-mail, sending e-mails I remove a touch of warmth to write - see " The forgotten art of writing letters ."

Later, when I went on my way to Sonora state to begin my professional studies, started for the first time a frequent call to my house. I was never very attached to telephone calls, initially calling my home share was 4 or 5 per month. I should have scored more often, but I was in my space nature calls. Perhaps because each call was a martial overview of my activities in college, or a warning.

I do not know. But I've always called my house shortly.

When they left cell phones, I think I was the last to accept the use of these devices. From the beginning REPAT me in the ass, having to be accessible to everyone at any time.

Honestly, even if you appreciate people sometimes just want to be not "publicly" and stay in complete privacy. However, it was time that I had to give and that was when I bought my first cell. This was following the death of my father, and I saw the need to be connected to my home so more frequently.

However, sometimes he lost, or left off for weeks. But hey, as long, longer than would be achieved avoid this, the end always end up using them to communicate back home.

When I was tired when I felt sad and defeated, when the spirits were on the floor, when I was beaten and battered by life's shit, when I was hungry and I had become a vague tough, when a failure 1.000 thousand times in business when I felt alone and without a future, when holding a little encouragement and affection, when I felt isolated and confused ...

... response, this vaccine was always a call.

knew that behind the headset would be always a person that was interested above all things. My mother, my father, my brothers, my grandparents, my uncles, my cousins, a friend, a friend, a girlfriend, someone who had a special affection, etc.

A word of encouragement, a smile, a cheerful tone, was all that needed to be loaded Steppenwolf stack. That was my life then, not asking much, I have never asked or needed much really, usually machine worked perfectly well without affection, or without displays of affection.

At the end of austerity, like a gun only takes one bullet to zero in on your goal, you only need one to continue their March is only a word.

In a way, maybe that's why the churches are an extension of the home when it is in need of guidance or understanding.

On several occasions I entered a church when I feel more alone. And what the hell! believe me it works or at least one ordered ideas.

Some people can cope with the loneliness, to a lesser or greater extent. I think in that sense I'm "standard", it worked quite well with humanity in the everyday, and it worked well in the range of social humanity.

Today we remember that, I woke up in the morning and my grandfather had left a Bible on the bedside. It was a "Bible of the Pilgrim", ie a pocket Bible with pasta leather and protected by a cover with zipper, being kept in a small rectangle of leather.

Have spent most of my life from school to school, the colony a colony, from city to city, I think I make a pilgrim. I become a stranger in my own family due to long periods of absence. In this subject again from time to time, after season one or two times a year to see themselves, one who knows his family in stages: from babies to children, young children, adolescents to young, of young adults. He who buries his followers and outsiders.

All that was why I was given a Bible, I also remembered a game that many years ago I got to "flip." It was a very chingon RPG, which I think did the PSA SOFT, back in the 90's that was called EarthBound . In this game the main character ( Ness ) sometimes it was sad when they called his mother. Then Ness, had to call his mother in order to remove the status of "homesick."

you could also cure his ate something that reminded you of your home. I find it very curious that a RPG ( , 1994) to take a very human and reflected in code. I find it very funny, even today. What sucks right?

Following the talk, I think the emotional aspect is an element strongly developed and well managed in this video game. Throughout history, as you progress through the game, you develop friendships with various characters throughout the world.

Somehow, EarthBound was the precursor of the global village idea in my head.

Finally, I can say I've never played an RPG ( of that generation) with many interesting items. In my opinion I consider it a piece of art because of the care and detail that was done.

Thanks APE SOFT chingon did a super job, even 16 years later, play it occasionally for leisure and nostalgia more than anything.

is all I have to say. Even tough guys need to know that we have a person that loves us and that we matter to the other side of the line. For more motherfucker who one is, at bottom left of being human. One of the oldest and most basic needs is a sense of belonging and the need for affection.

comrades I bid you farewell, I send greetings and have great weekend!

Mr.KARATE
- Black Belt

Pd Talk with your loved ones from time to time, even Steppenwolves pilgrims have to talk to our family from time to time to calm nostalgic concerns.

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Orange Studio V / 0.2 © 2011 - Yellow Belt ( 190th post)

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Traveling With My Gecko

[life] i luv my mother



お母さん お 誕生 日 おめでとうございます,!

okaasan otanjōbi omedetō gozaimasu!

Trad.Jap. "Happy Birthday Mother in Law!"

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A day like today, January 12, but 19 ** born my mother dear. So is gentlemen (and ladies), today is a special date, a while since I wrote anything ('m rusty on these matters is therefore understood ) so I want to make a post to make it trace of his birth, while not the first time I congratulate you on this via .

Following the celebration and making the speech pseudo philosophical / reflective , I think there are things that happen that was so strangely great project planned in the universal, or are by strange and curious coincidences (the result of mere variables) -the removal from Maizoro me .

However, one person is extremely important through generations, is well known as a person to another, like, marry (or meet ), have children, they grow, and then your children know other people and history repeats itself: Grandma had to Aida mama, mama Aida was Anita, and good, is because she (my mother) that I met my better half and I am eternally grateful for that -all world has ever seen "Back to the future", "if you know what I mean?.

Well, I do not know what to say, normally everyone always makes jokes about their mothers and complains about them, and other things like that.

In my case it applies that, I'm really happy, and I get along great with her. I further believe that the relationship is fairly healthy I in that direction and there is much respect, even when we put on the boxing gloves.

By the way, I said that my mother cooks well fucking rich? as Will race, cooks well and whatever chingón of everyone, it argues well for the holidays machin. My mother got me well-fed with menudo, tamales, birria, the roasted suckling pig, baked leg, head tacos, fresh salads, liver and onions, turkey, vegetable soups and lentils, fish tacos and taquitos guten .. putsss that fucking thing but good! -although my wife and my sister give cheek all the time for his peculiar way of cooking: ROLL EXPRESS!

Ah my beautiful mother ...

... there is much we could write, but this post as I said in the beginning is to remember your day, everything else is something that stays with the family.

I send a hug with love and taste of coffee from Baja California Sur to my beloved mother and fearless.

With love and affection, his son-


Mr.KARATE
- Black Belt

Orange Studio V / 0.2 © 2011 - Yellow Belt ( 189th post)

Friday, January 7, 2011

Amphetamines Vasculitis

Protagonist


Personalities
each in their world and simultaneously

the world of other extras. All crosslinking

us ...

Thousands of lives
centers of gravity.
Millions of tracks,
infinite future plans.


Paul Vallvé

Signs And Symbols In Volleyball

Foc i Brases


When dawn
wet fields open dreamed
break silence with screams virgin
heirs pm

We fire last night
embers in the morning and we

out the ashes from the only inconvenience.
And now
runs and break the air we breathe today

and makes you live the moment like

every moment that life gives us today.

When sunset
in open fields dreamed
continue breaking silence with screams
heirs of a long day.

Now runs and break the air we breathe today

and makes you live the moment like

every moment that life gives us. And now runs
and breaks the air we breathe today

and makes you live the moment like

every moment that life gives us.

Now runs and break the air we breathe today

and makes you live the moment
like every moment
that life gives us today.

Breath