Saturday, March 19, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Ortho Tri Cyclen Vertigo
TITTI GREETINGS TO THE ITALIANS ...
WE ARE PROUD OF OUR TRICOLORE CIO and does not divide 'that our heroes combined. 
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
How Long Do The Effects Of Pleurisy Last
The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
[...]
"What sssarà, tesssoro mine?" whispered Gollum (who always addressed to himself, never having to talk to anyone else). Just came to discover this, since, when, in truth, was not very hungry, only curiosity, would otherwise have first seized and then whispered.
"I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins. I have lost the dwarves, I'm the wizard and do not know where I am, nor care to know, if only I can get out of here."
"What cosss'ha in your hand?" said Gollum, looking at the sword, which he did not like at all.
"A sword, a blade that was forged in Gondolin."
"SSSS" said Gollum, and became polite. "Maybe we should sit here and talk a little bit, my tesssoro. The likes riddles, perhaps they like, is not it? ". He was anxious to appear friendly, at least for the moment and as long as they do not know more about the sword, and on the hobbit: if it were really all alone, if it was good to eat, and if he, Gollum, he really hungry. The puzzles were the only thing he had come to mind. put them, and sometimes solving them, was the only game he had ever played with other funny creatures sitting in their caves in a far distant past, before he lost all his friends and being driven away, alone, and sneaking off into the darkness under the mountains.
"Great," said Bilbo, who was anxious to show agree, as long as they do not know more about that creature if it were all alone, if it was aggressive or hungry, and if it were a friend of the orcs.
"started it" he said, because he had not had time to think of a riddle. [...]
From "The Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien, The Adelphi Ed, 1994, pp. 92-93.
[...]
"What sssarà, tesssoro mine?" whispered Gollum (who always addressed to himself, never having to talk to anyone else). Just came to discover this, since, when, in truth, was not very hungry, only curiosity, would otherwise have first seized and then whispered.
"I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins. I have lost the dwarves, I'm the wizard and do not know where I am, nor care to know, if only I can get out of here."
"What cosss'ha in your hand?" said Gollum, looking at the sword, which he did not like at all.
"A sword, a blade that was forged in Gondolin."
"SSSS" said Gollum, and became polite. "Maybe we should sit here and talk a little bit, my tesssoro. The likes riddles, perhaps they like, is not it? ". He was anxious to appear friendly, at least for the moment and as long as they do not know more about the sword, and on the hobbit: if it were really all alone, if it was good to eat, and if he, Gollum, he really hungry. The puzzles were the only thing he had come to mind. put them, and sometimes solving them, was the only game he had ever played with other funny creatures sitting in their caves in a far distant past, before he lost all his friends and being driven away, alone, and sneaking off into the darkness under the mountains.
"Great," said Bilbo, who was anxious to show agree, as long as they do not know more about that creature if it were all alone, if it was aggressive or hungry, and if it were a friend of the orcs.
"started it" he said, because he had not had time to think of a riddle. [...]
From "The Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien, The Adelphi Ed, 1994, pp. 92-93.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
2010 Honda Pilot License Plate Bracket
majolica
Entirely screen printed and hand painted ...
Entirely screen printed and hand painted ... ... are the tiles that I'm making for my new bathroom!
This series I've chosen is one of the tiles of Amalfi is the model Vettica, to the extent 20x20.
The composition will be with the basic floor and wall
dark ocher-Vettica-white pearls. The mansard roof of the bath is made of wood. The idea is an old farmhouse.
What do you think?!
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Letter For Community Service Hoursfrom Church
smoke signals
Augh!
Augh! 
Have you ever seen an Indian who goes on the tricycle?!
The dress of the Victorian has sewed all my mom (including the feathers!).
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Pine Wood Derby X Wing
the last disk of the Mohicans - Mauritius Blatt
[...] Sometimes I feel like living in Groundhog Day , like in that movie with Bill Murray where everything is repeated forever. I look at my watch and then I close my eyes. In five minutes exactly what goes buy only the blues, half an hour from Genoa and calls that used for the Italians. Do not mistake
ever. Every now and then, of course, fishing is a wild, something changes, especially the opening.
Once I pulled up the shutter in front of a completely deserted square, one thing to resurrect De Chirico. None.
I put behind the bar to choose a cd and he has materialized.
E 'came quietly and smiled at me. I reciprocated.
So naturally you are lying on the ground, their heads in the right section, reggae and feet. The hands on hips, not a word.
I watched from behind the boxes of the 45 laps and I thought we were, this is the point of no return.
close with him and go inside to look for a job as a warehouseman. Then I left to spend a couple of minutes, an eternity for a similar situation and I asked: "Are you okay?".
He opened his hands like windshield wipers and made a grimace of approval. Everything perfect, then.
reject the hypothesis of a candid camera in excess of trivia, I figured that it was a play improvised, maybe Ionesco. The theater of the absurd.
However, something must be done. "Look here, 'I can not let it get you down there. Whatever your problem, please get up." He turned a little towards me. "Dude, I understand, but I want to die here, and only hear the music of my country, try to understand me." He had a Slavic accent, and in a moment of imaginative spontaneity, I mentally named Dimitri. "Apart from that we are in absolute silence, but whatever you feel there, you can not die, nor much less lie down. If someone comes and sees you, what story?". This time has not moved: "I feel." Then, as you do with children, I placed a "I have come here?". Dimitri, motionless, staring straight stumbling on the neon lights from the ceiling told me: "Living away from the country is how to stop the wind with your hands. I do not know more. It 's time that I die. Here." "Very poetic, but got up anyway. It's not that you can go to die in the Square?". He took it as an insult and beat the two palms on chess (almost) blacks and whites of the floor. "You do not understand. I'm here, here below. "Then I came out from behind the counter and I decided to watch it like a man standing on the reclining man." Listen to me well, down here there's a pretty fucking nothing, apart from the bottles of Bitter Cora Petrus and the lady who had once piola the corner. Nothing more. So now I do like the saint to get you up and going to die in the square, maybe you hear something there too. Dai. "Disappoint a man is not beautiful, I know, but I could not keep me as a prayer mat or Dimitri wait really pulling the bucket under the vinyl of the Congos. What the police told him that I was dead happy with the sound of country in the ears? more than an excuse seemed to me a verse of Al Bano, so I opened the door and I made a sign to leave. "Give". Dimitri has realized that there was more air and has slowly taken the door with an expression type you would never have expected me not . A minute later he was lying on the wall of the Square, the most complete indifference. They've parked a green one infection with a sticker of Bart Simpson showing his ass to one meter. But I still saw him through the window. He remained motionless, oblivious to a sarcophagus ascent. A couple of times I went out and I made a gesture with his chin, as if to say "so what". Dimitri made me realize that with mime, no, the sound of the country there really did not hear him. I believe, than the one he had opened the door to the mark and Vasco 11 second script. I even was tempted to bring it back and keep it there, like a lion's skin, maybe even made furniture. Then I tried something in the back and when I remembered Dimitri he was gone. Disappeared. The time to look that had not put it as linesman for the practice match and came to the square of the blues. Half an hour later they called from Genoa 'Used Italian? ".
From "The last record of the Mohicans," by Maurizio Blatt, Ed Castelvecchi, 2010, pp. 126-128.
[...] Sometimes I feel like living in Groundhog Day , like in that movie with Bill Murray where everything is repeated forever. I look at my watch and then I close my eyes. In five minutes exactly what goes buy only the blues, half an hour from Genoa and calls that used for the Italians. Do not mistake
ever. Every now and then, of course, fishing is a wild, something changes, especially the opening.
Once I pulled up the shutter in front of a completely deserted square, one thing to resurrect De Chirico. None.
I put behind the bar to choose a cd and he has materialized.
E 'came quietly and smiled at me. I reciprocated.
So naturally you are lying on the ground, their heads in the right section, reggae and feet. The hands on hips, not a word.
I watched from behind the boxes of the 45 laps and I thought we were, this is the point of no return.
close with him and go inside to look for a job as a warehouseman. Then I left to spend a couple of minutes, an eternity for a similar situation and I asked: "Are you okay?".
He opened his hands like windshield wipers and made a grimace of approval. Everything perfect, then.
reject the hypothesis of a candid camera in excess of trivia, I figured that it was a play improvised, maybe Ionesco. The theater of the absurd.
However, something must be done. "Look here, 'I can not let it get you down there. Whatever your problem, please get up." He turned a little towards me. "Dude, I understand, but I want to die here, and only hear the music of my country, try to understand me." He had a Slavic accent, and in a moment of imaginative spontaneity, I mentally named Dimitri. "Apart from that we are in absolute silence, but whatever you feel there, you can not die, nor much less lie down. If someone comes and sees you, what story?". This time has not moved: "I feel." Then, as you do with children, I placed a "I have come here?". Dimitri, motionless, staring straight stumbling on the neon lights from the ceiling told me: "Living away from the country is how to stop the wind with your hands. I do not know more. It 's time that I die. Here." "Very poetic, but got up anyway. It's not that you can go to die in the Square?". He took it as an insult and beat the two palms on chess (almost) blacks and whites of the floor. "You do not understand. I'm here, here below. "Then I came out from behind the counter and I decided to watch it like a man standing on the reclining man." Listen to me well, down here there's a pretty fucking nothing, apart from the bottles of Bitter Cora Petrus and the lady who had once piola the corner. Nothing more. So now I do like the saint to get you up and going to die in the square, maybe you hear something there too. Dai. "Disappoint a man is not beautiful, I know, but I could not keep me as a prayer mat or Dimitri wait really pulling the bucket under the vinyl of the Congos. What the police told him that I was dead happy with the sound of country in the ears? more than an excuse seemed to me a verse of Al Bano, so I opened the door and I made a sign to leave. "Give". Dimitri has realized that there was more air and has slowly taken the door with an expression type you would never have expected me not . A minute later he was lying on the wall of the Square, the most complete indifference. They've parked a green one infection with a sticker of Bart Simpson showing his ass to one meter. But I still saw him through the window. He remained motionless, oblivious to a sarcophagus ascent. A couple of times I went out and I made a gesture with his chin, as if to say "so what". Dimitri made me realize that with mime, no, the sound of the country there really did not hear him. I believe, than the one he had opened the door to the mark and Vasco 11 second script. I even was tempted to bring it back and keep it there, like a lion's skin, maybe even made furniture. Then I tried something in the back and when I remembered Dimitri he was gone. Disappeared. The time to look that had not put it as linesman for the practice match and came to the square of the blues. Half an hour later they called from Genoa 'Used Italian? ".
From "The last record of the Mohicans," by Maurizio Blatt, Ed Castelvecchi, 2010, pp. 126-128.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Homemade Sleep Remedies
scheme napkin
this is a part of the napkin that I posted (yellow) a few days ago but not having a diagram I scanned this and hope that it will be useful to those interested, especially to Cynthia that I had made the request.
You have to do two squares like this but for the lower part you have to increase for five laps around the square, however, lowering the corners, then add the two squares and fold one side stopping it with a bow, or a button or a rose (on your will) I hope it was clear
e. .. good job
A big kiss ... Antony
You have to do two squares like this but for the lower part you have to increase for five laps around the square, however, lowering the corners, then add the two squares and fold one side stopping it with a bow, or a button or a rose (on your will) I hope it was clear
e. .. good job
A big kiss ... Antony
Scorpio Males Disappear
snow ... and an oval bundle hot
A piece of my everyday life.
A piece of my everyday life. In my home a warm little bundle ...
... out of the snow and cold ... brrr.
This is our Christmas tree planted in the ground behind the house (he does not mind the snow at all!)
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