Melina Velba And Wrestler

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If so, as it sounds, that's what I've done this so week, sing all by the age of 40, including happy birthday.
always thought that the fact I could live this would set a goal, uff ... as Amaia Montero says in his song ....
"As see that it returns to be winter, and children and deal with me, I was ... a minimum of respect.

that time not come that goal .. even if it will not, or would be in my favor, for now I'll stick with it was a birthday different from the other 39, miscellany of emotions, and all that surrounded me, see my excited mom ... I guess if the day comes that I see my daughter, who has always been "Little", turning 40 will make me tacos also tickle the soul, I hope at least.
is usually the common question: _ "What you have given ... I can say that a lot of precious things, full of love, from the details of my small - great family to the little things made by those wonderful hands every day I admire those of my compis .. rather, my friends, those who also gave me one day Fate.

This shirt has painted me Nieves's husband, Alfredo, or as I call him the great Alfredo ..! thanks handsome, and he will tell you how I like Snow!

This is a very special gift ... representing both and by the person who placed it on my neck, I hope that from now on I will contribute the balance that symbolizes

with them, I went to spend the end of the day Medieval tournament Gasteiz, zenith ... laughs .... lots of laughs .... more laughter ... ainnsss, it was fun and I believe if I told you counted or ........ yeah baby that?

These are some of the little things that have given me, and I say part, because the best gift was not photographed, and if I do not think it was publishing a photo jejejejjeje civic, the best gift that did not come wrapped and had ties or labels, the best thing was to have them with her love, her embrace and thrust.

These are the gifts of Nieves, better known in the blogosphere as Sukaldea ..

At first glance seem zic 2 easy buckets, and if it hides a lovely Hitori, I assure you they do not need more than beating ....

This is a story that I wanted to read, also bears an inscription very, very special ... So I keep it to me .. .

Japanese guardapañuelos And this is possible I did not have a

Viruca That is, the more talkative of Facilisimo partner jejejejeje

Frames and tray lined with fabric, if you read that right, it's fabric! is ... beautiful, the photo does not do justice.

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precious Telitas for my tidas and other Jaikaran and hessian color, which I love!

This sign with my name, I assure you that tells me more than my nick jejejejje

And directly from Beijing, a thimble that I love with panda bears and a magnet with a piece of glazed wall, now is mine ... my treasure jejejejejjej

say the wishes if you ask high are not met, but no one has said anything to write on a blog ....... so I'm going to risk asking ... Upcoming birthdays that are like this, and that the same people around me who have been, both personally and virtually.

s To all of you who have had the patience to read up to here ...
Thanks! to devote a bit of your lives to the Clutter of Jaiko.

Milena Verba Ice Skating

COSITA

Hello everybody s after taking this for quite some time abandoned for lack of time I'm here again.

I want to show some things that have made my sister and I this summer when she has vacation, is a jewelry box with rice paper, a box for decoupage tissue paper and a breadboard with napkins.

Hope you like it, we enjoyed making them, my sister said that when the sisters grow together ideas hahaha.

Happy Fall.

Catch Phrases For Party Invitations

Ήistoria a tree .....

There was a time in outside a village, a huge tree and beautiful living gift to all who approached the coolness of its shade, the scent of the flowers and the incredible singing of birds nesting in its branches.
The tree was loved by everyone, but especially by children climbing over the trunk and the branches swayed with their complicity complacent. While the tree loved people, was a boy who was his favorite. Always appeared at dusk, when the others were.
"Hi, buddy," said the tree and with great effort down the branches to the ground to help the child to climb and, thus, cutting some of their green shoots to get a crown of leaves although it hurt a little tear. The boy swung heartily and told the tree things that went home.
Almost overnight, the child turned teenager and stopped visiting the tree.
Time passed ... and suddenly, one afternoon, the tree saw him walking in the distance and called enthusiastically
-Friend ... friend ... Come, come ... How long have not you come and talk ... Climb.
"I have no time for bullshit," said the boy.
"But ... we enjoyed so much together when you were young ...
-I never knew that it needed money to live, now looking for money. Got money to me?.
The tree was sad a little, but recovered quickly.
"I have no money, but I have my arms full of fruit. You could go and take some, sell and get the money you need ...
"Good idea," said the boy climbed the tree branch held out to climb as when I was a kid.
and tore all the fruit of the tree, including those who were not yet mature.
filled with them a burlap bag and went to the market. The tree was surprised that his friend did not say no thanks, but concluded that would urge to get there before closing time buyers.
Ten years passed until the tree happen again saw his friend. It was already an adult.
- How great you are! "He said excitedly, come, go up as when you were a kid, tell me about you.
"You understand nothing, as I'm climbing ... What I need is a house. Could you give me a chance?
The tree thought for a few minutes.
"No, but my arms are strong and elastic. You could make a very tough home with them.
Young ran with the illuminated face. An hour later, with a saw cut every one of its branches, both the dry and the green. The tree could feel the pain but never complained. I did not want his friend to feel guilty.
The tree was silent until he finished pruning and then saw the boy away waiting vain for a glance or a gesture of gratitude that never happened.
With bare trunk, the tree was dry. He was too old to grow new branches and leaves that feed him. Maybe so, because it was already old when I saw it coming years, just said "Hi
. What need this time?
"I want to go. But what can you do?. You do not have branches and fruits that serve to sell.
cares -son, "said the tree," you cut my trunk ... maybe get him a canoe to travel the world at your leisure.
"Good idea," said the man.
Hours later he returned with a hatchet and cut down the tree. He made a canoe and left.
the old tree was only a small stump to ground level. They say the tree is still awaiting the return of his friend to tell of their journey.
never realized that and not return.
The child is grown, but sadly it has become one of those men who never return to where there is nothing more to take.
The tree waiting, empty, though he knows he has nothing more to give.