lyrics - have yourself a me ...

Un Craciun linistit tuturor !!!

It's starting to look like Christmas

Le vieux Paris / Bazdacuri (2)

I know is not very nice to brag about things but here's is my latest souvenir - a key chain from ... ta ta ... Paris.

Yes my dear friends, it finaly happened - thanks to some very nice people - i got a piece of Paris to carry around with me ... and that gives me hope that I too might go there someday ... There's this "thing" I have about Paris - I am strangely drawn to this city and I don't know why - but this is another story that I won't go into right now...

Thanks again for making this possible ...

Congrats are in order ...

Congratulation my friends on a clasical choice...

Too late...

"It's too late, baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I cant hide
And I just can't fake it..."

My way of saying good bye to you I guess...

Where to ... ?

Here's a little story ...
My sister is in the 6th grade, and recently she started school again. No more than a week passed and the kids in her class discovered a new way to play - throwing thistles at eachother.
Nothing unusual so far...
Yesterday my sister came home with a blood vesle broken in her eye (may not be the exact medical term). Apparently one twit threw some thistles at her, one got in her eye and the other three we managed to untangle from her hair. Naturally my mum got upset and called the form teacher and the twit's mother to ask them to calm down the young and restless kid. She didn't make fuss about it, she only emphasized that this kind of games could get dangerous.
Today when my sister got to school all of her classmates (they are all 12 years old) treated her bad and told her we overreacted.
What bothered me the most was not the fact that their formteacher didn't mention a thing about the incident or the fact that all thought we overreacted, it was the fact that one of the girs told my sister " Why did you tell on X - now all the boys will be upset and won't pay attention to us girls anymore ... "
You gotta be kiddin'me... I mean...she is only 12 and that is her majour concern right now ? What will she do at 18?
The kids these days took this to a whole different level...
Where to ?

Personal DNA Test

It's fun, it only takes you 15 maybe 20 minutes to complete and is cheaper than a shrink. So dare to lay down on their couch...
http://personaldna.com

Here's mine ...

Generous Creator

That means ... click here

Take me home ...

Have you seen those eyes ... ? How can you resist them...
4 puppies ... I am curently trying to find them suitable homes ...

Anyone ... ???

Spoiled brats

Have you ever noticed there are certain types of people you meet while standing in lines ? The noisy ones that have to speak loud and gesticulate a lot so that everybody hears and sees them, the busy bodies that will tell you their life stories even when you are not interested, the grandmas with photos of their nephews stashed in their wallets, ready for you to admire, the cleark's friend who goes directly in front, smugy look on his face, the quiet ones who sit there and tolerate just about everything and everybody around.
Today I met the worst of them ... the mum that drags a kid into the line and uses him to get in front... It took the spioled brat no more than 3 1/2 minutes to start crying and smash his ass onto the floor and 58 seconds for the people around to react and smooth mum's way tot he counter. And the second they got there, shorty shut his piehole and gave mum a they fall for that again smile.
Frustrating situation ... you absolutely do not want to start pickin' on those poor souls, that will only bring along acid remarks like "she's young, what does she know about it"... so there's not a damn thing you can do about that ... Or maybe ...
Note to self :D Get one of those brats for yourself next time !

Sun, sea and sand

Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure...

Summertime and lazy afternoons..

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Nu mai există loialitate faţa de nimeni si nimic şi nici bun simţ pe lumea asta...sau poate ca există într-o formă atât de subtilă încat mie una, îmi scapă...
Dacă ni se pare că am putea avea vre-un beneficiu de pe urma îngropării celui de lângă noi, nu ezităm să aruncăm prima lopată de pământ sau să-i dam un ghiont respectivului ca să-l punem pe direcţie... Si atât timp cât noua ne iese pasenţa, nu mai contează consecinţele...
Welcome to the real world for me I guess...

Essentials ... WATER

City slickers discovering nature

Over the rooftops....

Gradina de zarzavaturi.....

Ce.... numai unii sa se mandreasca cu zarzavaturile lor ? :-P

Votati-l pe Jack ! :-)

Well poate suna a campanie electorala ieftina dar pot sa va asigur ca nu este ...
Cei de la Pedigree au zgandarit mandria proprietarilor de catei si au lansat un concurs in care acestia pot trimite poze cu animalutzele lor urmand ca cei ce viziteaza site-ul sa voteze in functie de preferinte...
Daca v-am facut curiosi indeajuns sa vedeti care sunt gusturile romanilor in materie de animale de companie vizitati http://www.pedigree.ro/voteaza-pentru-cainele-lunii.html
Si daca tot ajungeti pana aici cautati-l pe Jack (that's right, my dog) ... si VOTATI-L .... Ca sa nu va incurcati va atasez si poza lui pentru identificare :-P Is that simple .
Thank you! ... Eterna mea recunostinta ...
C'mon .... he's cute... :D

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Toate cele sfinte...!

Starry starry night

Nu chiar Van Gogh dar....
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanit How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
For they could not love you, but still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.

Invitatie...

"Eram atat de obosit si sufeream...
Eu credeam ca sufeream de prea mult suflet
Pe dealuri zorile isi deschideau pleoapele
si ochii inrositi de neodihna
Pierdut - m-am intrebat :
Soare cum mai simti nebuna bucurie de a rasari?
Si-n dimineata aceea fara somn, cum colindam
cu pasi de plumb
Intr-un ungher ascuns am dat de ......"
;-) de o banca...
In ciuda adevarului poetic alterat (de... privilegiul autorului de blog) all of you who feel like it,
Sit back, enjoy and relax....

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LA MULTI ANI ! Sa aveti o primavara frumoasa...

Bazdacuri....

Looks like I've got new hand carved wooden shoes ...

Sositi de departe, tocmai din Olanda (prin bunavointa prietenilor mei), le-am gasit loc pe masuta cu bazdacuri, cum imi place mie sa-i spun, un loc complet dezoronat care aduna lucrusoare dragi sufletului ... (spre disperarea celorlalti ai casei, care le vad ca potentiale impedimente in desfasurarea activitatilor de curatenie in conditii optime, sub pretext ca "numa' aduna prafu' ").

E .... what can I say.... masuta asta s-a dovedit a fi intr-un final un fel de "good therapy.

You should try it ;)

Stairway to Heaven

There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
There’s a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure’
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
There’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
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Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
And it makes me wonder.
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Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
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And she’s buying a stairway to haven.

Asta a fost primul gand pe care l-am avut cand am vazut fotografia ....
In ciuda faptului ca exista incertitudine nevazandu-se nici prima nici ultima scara, sus se pare ca e albastru si e soare.

I post. Therefore I am...

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