Saturday, December 25, 2010

Orange Juice For Vending Machines

gingerbread on the Christmas tree. About

Christmas tradition for me is something very valuable, especially because since I liked the holidays. Being mum, it seems, heals the trauma of childhood.
We were then in Geneva, there to cultivate the Polish tradition of Christmas Eve hay under the tablecloth, dressed Christmas tree on December 24, wafer, 12 meals (Including poppy seed, zakwaszanym borsch, cabbage and mushrooms, herrings in pierzynce) and the singing of Christmas carols. With great pride I shared with all those familiar szczególikami the Italian, but I forgot about a few permanent items fit their celebrations of Christmas atmosphere.
was finishing dressing the Christmas tree itself. Although I started out with the children, but their enthusiasm was as straw and hung up our toys. The subsequent attachment of trance stars broke my strange marks on pierniczkach ... teeth marks. Injury sustained only suspended on the lower branches. Mateo looked at szelmowsko caught me biting tail star of Bethlehem.
-I can, giastke, can I? -He asked.
Tradition had been done.

Wishing Magnificent, Family Christmas Nativity.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

What A 21 Illinois Drivers License Looks Like

Romantic New Year's Eve.

recently at our house is very romantic. Every day, turn off the electricity and sit by candlelight. In connection with the period before Christmas is a good method for immobilization raging housewives using off the mixers, cookers, vacuum cleaners, and in our case, the heating and water. Well, as I wrote above, you are sitting so quietly, staring out the window, the hustle and bustle where you can see wieżowcowych residents, because the current vanishes only on our street. Once so
disappeared when we were in the theater Buffo, see our beautiful Natasha vehicle. The mother-in-Roh was. Suddenly it got dark in the house, the furnace is turned off, mother-in-panicked. Roh began her uspakajać, promising an imminent visit to the ambulance energy. When I somehow came to myself, little man stood in the darkness by the window, and so from the heart he exclaimed softly, " Kulwa mother." Recently
again prądzisko wywiało, when I kipiało drums, waiting for the gingerbread decoration, lay not ironed clothes and I dreaming of a bath I turned on the mixer. And there was darkness. And it is not the most important written -for 2 hours. I had to be on pre- eve of Roh, and that on this occasion is gary, cakes, swimming. As the darkness there was, I cried. It's really different, then I imagined, especially all YOU CLEAN, ironed, fragrant. In the dark with a flashlight in your teeth I finished work of culinary, in the dark make-up done, happy that in fact it is they see me, and I myself, and I can not delude ourselves that I wonderful. At the end of time painting in the ghastly spectral light flashlight, because his face lit from below (but miss universe when the highlight of her face from the bottom would look like a ghastly, right corner of my eye I saw ?;)), like my jacket, which was to be a nail, so to say, the evening slips with flaps directly in the white bucket, thankfully clean, but hopeless to clean the dark brown velvet dust cat litter box. It was not a pleasant evening. Recently
inanimate objects do not like me. Today, furious, I wanted to go to the scene as seen through the window of the ambulance energy. At home there was no electricity since morning, temperatures dropped to 17 degrees, Roh had to go back to the pool and the cold was not fun. I took a few deep breaths and thought that now I have to be like a rhinoceros, which will spread the dust just incompetent whizzes cables. I ziuuuu , zapięłam castle jacket. I once made a hole in the middle, as if someone ripped open the hull. Spun, as visceral, scarf. At the neck for it became tight and I could not take off. In the end I took off, przenicowując it to the other side and doing various other stunts. I threw the damn thing and I took another jacket from the closet. Oh, I firmly furious. I ziuuuu , the same thing. Again the hole, again viscera. Again, an attack of claustrophobia how to take it off. There I took off. Clenched on the belly and so I went. I calmed me. Strange. Something was too much. I worked as overdose drug-tired. Gentlemen
spec proved to mile, we wished a merry Christmas, the current for the time being.
boys returned from the pool, I'm writing and singing background Kolenda Romantic Roch, railway enthusiast.
"They gave their bows pooo toooorzeeee ... "

Monday, December 13, 2010

Open Versus Closed Knee Brace

women and the rest of the advice Miałkotka

samiusieńkimi spent the weekend with the women. I arranged with some friends and in one of them sat, danced, popijałyśmy, gotowałyśmy, paliłyśmy cigarettes, ate and slept from Friday to Sunday. Pictures are not we did, it was not time, and besides, censorship would not let go. The world of women is very necessary to me, because I live with two guys and cholerka, I notice now that something like a hairdresser or nail polish or clothes shopping is
exotic for me. A few years this was enough young face and slim body. It has an oval smiley with Peppy Pig Grandpa and slim body is still, and even, yes, but under the layer of fat, absorbing at least wpijające the whalebone from the body growing armored bras. Do not know what to do here, because as it turns out badly-aging, immortality-too \u200b\u200bbad, as told in one film, Kristopher Lambert;)
I forgot about this cool, babskim world. I forgot to amen. So as I returned, the first of the duty was ... clean up at home after three guys (Maria, Roch, and Sin, I was in the guests) and so cleaning up I forgot what I fixed on the weekend and again the same momentum cut myself bangs. Troubled me to clean the floor. Scratched, swędziała, wkurzała. Ce for you No chicken, no.

the one hand, I can write that very zmieniłyśmy, me and my girls. Relationship without marriage or a child without being married it's not that cool again, theory, gives the rakish beard forward. And a million other differences, since we came to our Zojka, Sophy, Vladek, Arthur, Emil, Roch, Olek. But there still are my girls with whom I can do anything, even steal horses, though well, now they steal it and stole that, like what, but truly to my head every day that they can steal from me, but from what I will hold it. And it is this difference;)

elbow with quail Roh to send greetings back!

Monday, December 6, 2010

Richard Petty Hat Band



Following the advice of Miałkotki , I went to the evening chatting. stealthily came back and co-bastard computer worked. There's nothing like a surprise.
So we have a culinary- also in our winter home. In winter, meals are good warming. The first one goes to have soup krisznowców.Musimy:
cabbage 1 pcs

Season 2 pieces, white portions

Tomato 2 pieces.



pepper 2 pieces and 4 small potatoes, 2 tablespoons tomato paste, and, here note-2 tablespoons of honey, half a teaspoon of cinnamon, two handfuls uprażonych sunflower seeds in a frying pan and pumpkin seeds. The matter is simple. Vegetables, cut into pieces, pour water over the two fingers over the content, as already cooked add concentrate, honey, pumpkin, cinnamon at the end. It should be long to cook if someone likes to add about two tablespoons of flour as a thickener. So we become the simmering soup into a cup, add two tablespoons of flour, BELT, pour the back, cook further. Giving simple, cheap, tasty, warming and calorie . And, already on the plate, you can sprinkle cayenne example, if someone ostre.Można also likes to add świerzych herbs, I had to have in a box, with the years, but I do not.
And here is the effect.

Next is a quick pankracki cakes. Roszko eats it, even when the disease is sometimes the only pankracek delicacy, which is tempt. So I share this valuable provision.

We take a big cup, cottage cheese, or zebrafish, or any semi-fluid, or a little buttermilk (1 / 4 cup) and white cheese, or the buttermilk, or cream, kefir, the idea is to make it denser than the milk itself. For this splash of milk, also with 1 / 4 cup, egg, flour desired Eby was thick like dough waffles. We can mix the flour, corn, buckwheat, wholemeal. And then a little sugar, as we have a small fruit, a berry, apple pieces, and if your child is ill and he lumps bother to grind an apple, banana. Belt is in the cup with a fork. Fry in skillet. Pour honey or grease such as monte chocolate, as I have to sprinkle nesqikiem . Today son ate these 6, but foil revolved around him, So something fell from the rochowego plate. Simple, fast, from what in the refrigerator. Then the child, even with the eternal glut, has the strength to fight the alien hanging from the ceiling, wielding a light sword, a shield from the old meter current and being protected by the helmet real Bob the Builder, not a udawacza the toy shop .

The second provision is a cake of puff pastry. Namely,-go to Lidl . There buy puff pastry, cream cheese pilosa, sweet, with nuts and eggs. At home mix cream cheese two yolks , keeping the protein in a cup of dough cut six squares, we put cream cheese, grease the sides of the egg protein, we make the dough in the cones, the top of the grease (yes, finger, and what) protein, previously put into the preheated oven. Production of specialty-10 minutes, the price-with two eggs 6 zł. And really delicious. Suitable for to unexpected guests. After something that Roh is taking pictures,

still want a cake,

bolt on the bike, which by Nicholas have adapted to the stationary vehicle, of fitness for burning energy. A young man and a young dog must be wybiegać;)

And really, Flash looks like this:

oh no, bad picture and I do not know how to remove: (

better here. And so to 22, even I prefer not to wonder what would have happened has had no fitness bike :) Today I Rochulec the fotkach, but lately I look at him and think that is not in the world a man as he smiles at me forever, even with 39 degrees of fever, which is the question "Do you I hug you" always, even if it is a little interfere in the plans, is responsible that, yes, and who tells me "Do not yell at your dog, it's only pet," and I do very, very stupid, like before anyone else. Who, acting non-stop, curious world largely recovered himself, he had to, just had to get out of here and there, and fall of this or this. My wise sweet child.

PS.Tak be nice to your mother, sonny.

How Much Are Dental Implants At Nyu

culinary and more.

I had to post some pictures, but I do not want to post again, bastard a computer. Oh well.
several days did not leave the house because I have known. bad in the back. This degeneration of the cervical vertebrae, sometimes suffer. D zis go rigid, with a slice of Turkish warming on the neck and spun me the sexy scent of camphor.

Oh no, sorry, but this piece of junk will not even write. Yes it is, as you are buying his grandfather's friend's computer. And do not worry, my grandfather is not gone from this world, only exchanged for a newer model computer.
Writing these few sentences took me half an hour. Enough. Help!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Speech Board For Stroke Patients

Zieeewam ..

weather tends to yawn. Dusk fell around 9 am and just after eight hours of the siege was turned into night. And how can you not to yawn. Apparently, somewhere there are some warm countries, with the sun almost always at the zenith, but is it true? It's hard to believe.
And speaking of travel-we're going to Krempna New Year's Eve. We will live at the "Under the fir" at which the inn is Beskidzka. The resort is a remnant of communism and strongly feel it there, and what happens to me, and for the team was coming with me is an asset on the trip will be like in elementary school. The inn, where we purchased a New Year's Eve, is the barracks of OSB, with a fireplace, a great choice of beers unpasteurized , Czech and Slovak, with cheap, delicious home made food. And now for the curious, who is going to list with us: me, Alice (the girl Grzech ), Kamila, Jackie, Iwonka, Marian, Pawelosz , Kolędzioł , Greg W., Sin. Why not go and Jasper, if you into that far not chew to Afghanistan. This
ziewającego, dark, sluggish on this plan is like a small sun in my sky;)

Vehicle for Beautiful Natasha's work, Natasha rides him on the stage and apparently both she and Janusz are very pleased. My three days of production of the miracles we slept for 12 hours.

And that's it, I'm going to wrap up a blanket, lying in the dark, stare out the window waiting for my boys and try to not sleep.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Nadine Jansen Huge Things

"It's great to be myself," We bought





said yesterday my son. I wonder if the age of 10 will say so too. Either way-it nightmarish adolescence poturbuje and the simple truth that reveals the back just as his mother some 20 years later. For now it is clean and clear, though at times lying.
- "Something stinks, did you shit in your pants?" I ask the house.
- "Nah, that the sewage system ..."
!
And sometimes it is blunt. I do everything that he felt that honesty pays, but I know after all, that's damn inconvenient for such tzyipółatka . E there, for all sometimes uncomfortable, ha ha. Today
screams of pokoju'Mama, shine light. "I ask why, because I watch tv, no bedside lamp. Nice and gloom." Because he wants to see a goat! "He shouts on." What? "I ask, naive. And he 'Z Nose. "And what do I do? Express disgust, outrage, to discourage him the truth. I know, this is no dilemma, for the past 10 years it will begin. So say the experienced.
Although the naiveté a characteristic of children , I unfortunately the przydaża . Last somewhere in the house during the hustle and bustle threw a look at biedronkowa newspaper television, and there on the cover in capital letters, "Throw pan." Oh, I thought and I thought that these newspapers are conservative, and here this agitation, that the grandmother finally came out of the kitchen, beautiful world, no no no. Some time later I looked carefully and read "Stop Smoking". Like a glorious, but oh!

Some time ago I received a phone call asking me to complete the sculpture a horse that is needed as a prop theater. I went to Szczecin, where it appeared that horse looks like a moose, and that of Chernobyl, has 3, 5 feet tall and really need it to do over again, well, almost. In the three days. And it was great. That's not irony. Just a little grappled with this, because I was alone in the big studio from morning to night, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes, fighting with the beast. It is hard to say if I won, because metal scaffolding, which was based the entire structure was not set properly. I did what I could.
lived in peace and Breakfast in the theater. On the last floor. From the window at dawn: I've seen it only in the early morning, and then at night. And I asked the caretaker Mr notorious for dilettantes in Szczecin question "And where do I get the tram to the sea?" not even laugh because it is reportedly used .

How is the horse everyone can see. Sometimes a horse is sometimes a moose:
State Theatre is overgrown rozlicznymi, abstract employees. In the maze of corridors and smoky tunelików between klamotami years back it up your rooms with Ladybugs straight from the pack, biting roll aged, toothless man, known as Kazik. The Lord is generally to the fact that he knows where everything is. It is such a disk C for all this garbage. Tours. Another man from the second master behind the wardrobe from the spectacle of 87 year *, sipping beer, smoking papieroski, but I will be happy przytrzymają styropianik , because they are here "OD MAINTENANCE." I hahaha. You want to joke heartily. I felt instantly like a character from a book. I really enjoyed it.

I go further, husario. Theatre. Tomorrow I will be sculpted to imitate large tires car for Natasha Urbanski. Recently my husband and it made Jozefowicz. "Today nailed five of Natasha." "What is Natasha, I ask, because nobody would not expect that with this. "Urbańska. And here he began to sink. " Łaadna is, very. Prettier than on TV." And my dear husband drags on. "I thought it is high, it is about your height." You do not stand it and blurted out: "A Janusz?". "Ooo, a tall, like me. But the slim .." So I
tires for the beautiful Natasha. And unlike for example, to such a lady, who filetując tons of cold fish sometimes assisted by a phantasmagoria that perhaps in a lenten Friday that is a cardinal fish will put into its venerable mouth (why not?), just as my tire for sure, sooner or later will build shapely buttocks Beautiful Natasha.

Flee!

* B ezzębnyKazik told me he was a closet-specific, I asked him about it.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Weclome New Doctor To Our Practice

excellent mothers.

Be inspired it happens sometimes and me. Today's topic arose under the influence of speech cheaper We, We at Myszogrodzie and several other contemporary bearer of and heard of different content. Who is to blame for this situation, or what? Is this a conflict of generations, jealousy, or gaps in memory, and why "these modern mother so bad cope?

visited my friend's mom that the confirmation of stereotypes, began talking about their children and grandchildren. In short, you can create a picture like this: grandchildren of these women are great, but their mother-hopeless, ill-organized, completely devoid of common sense, whether the home instinct.
Kuma gossip, wring their hands, sigh. Dispute turns into a contest for the worst and the best mother a grandchild. It's not about the conflict in-law-daughter in law, but the extent of the relationship extended to all young women involved in the offspring. If there is no Examples of the nearest gałęzi drzewa genealogicznego, wyciągane są kuzynki, sąsiadki lub koleżanki z pracy.
Należy bowiem udowodnić tezę: "Dziś one mają łatwiej niż my, a mimo to, sobie nie radzą. Nam się udało pogodzić wszystko. Budowałyśmy fabryki, szkoły oraz mosty, wychowywałyśmy dzieci, stałyśmy w kolejkach, prałyśmy stosy pieluch tetrowych i dawałyśmy sobie radę. My byłyśmy doskonałymi matkami mimo wojen, głodu czy socjalizmu. A one nic nie umieją."

Pokolenie babcine bierze współczesne mamy pod lupę. Wyciąga się "nie wiadomo co" bezlitośnie, z dziką satisfaction that I found a bug that the "pure heart" is merely points out the child's welfare. Weight wine speaks for itself:
-grandson does not eat beets,
-another drink only water (grandmother pulls their hair out, because after all, tea healthier),
-young mothers lack of patience, and in memories of my grandmother macierzństwo a period of fascination over offspring when the ever-smiling pose captures the education of angel (napomknę that I have come across the same person that throws a curse in the direction of his beloved grandchildren, when marudzili in the store.)
-young mother is not with children to the doctor and does not justify its completion in medicine, because what she knows about the children there,-nothing, after all, a young mother
-use disposable diapers, when another mother complains that these just do not use diapers,
-children have too much toys
-too little going on walks,
-children are not taught to use the potty,
-young mothers breastfeed for too long or too short, or in bizarre positions.

If I did not know either of these classmates, or their families, could I would be willing to believe the stories heard, nay, perhaps I would be ready to give them the right. But remember that those representatives of the tribe is not always the grandmothers were doing. Someone beat children extension, someone neglected teeth and the child has a crooked smile and two dead ones, someone once again passionately daughter smeared with iodine allergy, which "do not know why" does not help, and even sentenced to an additional child portion of the stinging and itching. Examples could fall like a sleeve. At the end of the discussion
largest krytykantkę asked if he knew but one person, you can give me an example of good mother.
-do not have to be a mother excellent, only a person who simply copes with dziećmi.-rectified.
-No ... There is no such Krytykantka .- She said.
-This may not be in today's mothers is the problem?
-Ah, I just always something else to improve the representative defended .- grandmothers.
-Do you know the story so far knows of only one case, when Noah was sober, and the world was flooded. Usually the opposite happens .- I could still adorn the speech with a quotation from the Bible about way of applying loads on the shoulders of others, which alone do not want to even lift a finger, or a proverb, "He forgot how to steer calf was" But I bit my tongue.

What moral flows from this history and whether or not flow? -I am not sure. Morals are not my specialty, I strongly prefer trickle malice. However, myself and other young mothers, I wish more distance to ourselves and to the stories of the older generation. There is no perfect parents, and as you can see, with these good too different sometimes. Do not expect praise rather, because we all have a tendency to focus attention on the shortcomings, if the alleged error. Us proceed with our children the basis of their goodness. Do not let them sense of observation by others and cast the others krytykanctwo the upbringing of our offspring, because it only leads to complexes, guilt and frustration. But I guess better to have a defective happy mom than a perfect frustratkę? And the advice babuń are valuable if it is not too much.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Cheesy Facebook Status

a piece of elbow

Well, it happened. bought this piece of Beskid. For now, I'm in a daze, but I'm glad to shockingly. Of course, it could not go to without surprises, we did not get the credit example, but family and friends, despite a distance as to our purchase supported, borrowed 25 of 35 thousand. Elbow and ours. Unfortunately there was not enough for the time being a part of beavers, but she will wait for us, there is no other way:)

First went alone, was fog and rain, I got slightly depressed because I could not see the NIC. Then I went with sister and her husband, and then we have a little speechless, because Beskid is, well, just-amazing, magically beautiful. Beautiful . It has no Bieszczady and Tatra cepeliady, for the moment and yet it is authentic. In each the roads leading into the depths of the great meadow we wanted to go over every stream sit and mindlessly powrzucać stones, so I do some work there.

but departed from the main thread. Sister and her husband immediately contracted the syndrome ZTNZ , or stay here forever, and join at the beginning of December to tender for the land nearby. They went, unfortunately without me, because I could not, for the geologist and Krempna This same rated at nieosuwiskowy our elbow, which was for me one of the last stress, the niedostaniu credit. Geologist assessed positively, landslides niet and remained penultimate and last test-and Mariusz and Rochowi like it. And it's a day that finally drove the three of them, Maria walked, walked, silent, in the end I said something to little delights. And he told me that it is simply moved. That is beautifully. The last test went off elbow extremely positive, because Roh shouted, "Mom, this is a mountain forest!" and rage, ran, rolled up, tore through the forest elbow.

Narwaliśmy sloe the tincture, we sent a kiss to the mountains and went to buy. We bought and we :):):)

Roh takes pictures. better. And quite well.
The pictures above are our cemetery plot and of war and war. For now, our closest neighbors are Kurt, Ian , Otto and others who died here 100 years ago and using the elbow. Surprisingly, many people went to them light a candle when we buszowaliśmy on our plot, and then we took a picnic, which is encircled ground . The old man on the moped brand Romet, a teenage girl , lady, looking the retired teacher. And we lit
the torch, well befriend the neighbors of , even if they were ghosts.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

I Ripped My Leather Couch

Fable of kłusowniku.

-Mom, who is the biggest kłusownikiem?
-I do not know. Who?
-Lucky Luke.
-How? Why? - I was moved. Could Dzidek szargał reputation of one of my favorite cartoon characters?
-Because he is a horse.
-....- I lifted my eyebrows in surprise.
Dzidek spojrzał na mnie z miną oznaczającą, że znów różnica pokoleń utrudnia nam komunikację.
- Lucky Luke ma konia i na nim kłusuje. O tak: hopsa, hopsa!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

How Bad Is Propylene Glyco

My personal hope.

Nadzieja umiera ostatnia, ponoć. Moja osobista od wczesnego lata przeżywa śmierci kliniczne ze spektakularnymi remisjami, podczas których ufnie patrzę w przyszłość, postanawiam się wziąć się z życiem za bary, zakończyć pozytywnie nostryfikację oraz schudnąć. Sęk w tym, że rzeczywistość szwajcarska skrzeczy, zwłaszcza od naszego ostatniego pobytu. Nadzieja się nie poddaje, lecz z roztargnienia, or from a deliberate policy, he gives some trenches to the other stick bravely. Sometimes dozes, or take the form of spores. It seems that slumbers, and as soon as the opportunity arises again persuaded me to jump into deep water.

Two basic, continuous objects are the sighs of my hope, growing orchids, and baking the cheesecake, which is from birth (and possibly earlier), I have outlined is not even a partial success. I have no hands or head, or another essential part of the body. I do orchids bloom, and can obsypania received flowers in my house, everything goes down. Are Jeno list. Hope in the orchid is not giving up. He urges me to buy new, to be replanted those who survived by chance staying under one roof with me. Not nadszarpnął her enthusiasm the fact that two months after I moved out, the flowers bloom lokatorce new apartment.
With my sernikami is similar, closer to them than the meats to cakes-just a total black puddings. Oh, and I was still around antytalenciem culinary front, whence again. Other things I go, with varying degrees of success it's true, but rather than face shield. A cheesecake is not, though I try, and now I am in subsequent trials. Ba, whether or not I act according to instructions sernikowych guru. Raw spot, always raw spot. Strange creations of form przypalonymi edges łypiące ominously from the hardened skin.

Recognition was a real nut to crack for my personal hope. A neighbor, who trying to get through the Swiss procedure for recognition of your diploma caught a depression, ulcers and gray hair, and is reclassified, the curiosity of inquiring about my progress. Relationships usually filed in a similar fashion: I received another letter that everything is progressing well, but this time you need to deliver this and that, to pass another examination, accompanied by an attestation from the Polish, etc.. Every time a neighbor waits for word "but", that is what came up this time. Oh, if I had a different degree, it would be fast and without any problems. From szumnego "Polish entry into Europe" (I use that term specifically, because the natives so they say, and bring my blood to boil) the procedures for the recognition of diplomas is facilitated, with the exception of the medical profession. And here is the rub with buried the dog, what breed do not know-cabaret Dydek is not explained.
my enthusiasm drops and rises. Sometimes I believe I will overcome bureaucracy and that it is the last obstacle to a few weeks later correspondence with the office she cut me wings. Hope the trains, but more often gets the collapse. Recently, I just hope he and przeżywałyśmy drop in form with a considerable lack of faith in their own strength ... I flowered orchid. Just like that, just cover her with the colorful flowers. For the first time in my life when the world seemed to me to be hostile. Hope she awoke to like after successful resuscitation.
-A did not speak. Let them not lose their spirit alive! - She said with force.
-So for what we take? Nostryfikacja, PhD, look for a job? - I asked.
-As for what ?!... For the cheesecake! - Hope She said with a twinkle in his eye.

PS. Just cheesecake bakes. Recipe and secret rituals by burning odczyniłam Sernikowego Guru. Until then, the dough is still smooth, though 30 minutes of overtime sits longer in a hot oven. Hope it does not lose the spirit and I think we have not yet.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Discovery Homebuil Airplane

ugly word.

frowned on the ugly side of language: profanity, epithets, curses. Apparently not proper meat to throw, but learning a foreign language would do well to know a few terms. It is to understand the foreign language the caller if only to see that it was insulting us, and not about new trends in painting.

ugly words, there are indeed, evolve. Monitor developments in cultural and social, reflect what is in the soul of the game to the average agent "here and now." Just a few hundred years ago in Europe najnegatywniejsze epithets were associated with the sphere of religion. Hence the name of the "curse". Damned wished in anger burned alive in hell, or verbally from the ungodly. Words that in our great-grandparents were of deep disgust or fear of squeezing the throat, Today we use as a motto, reflecting rozemocjonowanie or as some other "innocent commas. World
went ahead, and former spowszedniały vulgarity. Currently, the predominant language brzydactwa drinkers to sexuality. Instead, challenge a neighbor of heretics, atheists, or wypomnieć his alleged father from hell, modern Europeans hint something about the immoral conduct of the mother, and instead refer the caller to the devil, tells us to kiss the rump. Is the modern Mr. X "on level" could bawl neighbor differently?
-could, for example, if was Asian. In the countries of the Orient because swears by comparing them to animals-uglier, dirtier, and caustic at random, including profanity obraźliwszy. And most clearly stated is that one's mother is a dog (or write it like a tourist in the form of the original tattoo-souvenirs from a trip to China). I suspect that the average Asian would be far from shocked to hear when I talk to the children that eat like a pig, or calling them "my małpeczkami. Wot, another culture!

There is also a word that had once been smart, scientific, sometimes to the extent of negative gain character and completely lose its original meaning. A wonderful example, not only on Polish soil, can be the vocabulary of persons with disabilities. The term "cripple" or "lame" has taken so far pejorative meaning, that for many years ceased to use them formally. When we fall into the hands of older edition textbook of orthopedics, we read it almost flush on his face. The words used therein are far from unflattering, the names of diseases, scandalous, degrading. The gem in this category are the terms in the former classification of mental retardation: moron, imbecile, and idiot debil, which today exists in the spoken language only as a name-calling.
profanity Evolution is fascinating, is not it?

Some time ago I witnessed the behavior of young American women who have put into question my knowledge of English. It seemed to me like a sponge that nasiąknąwszy content contained in Tarantino movies, many things but I have met all the ugly words. And here, please, surprise!

darzyły girls are clearly not the sympathy. In addition, the felt imperative to externalize the internal relationships, which took the form of verbal aggression. A shower of insults ranging from lighter-caliber low intellect and lack of evaluation of the class. Then he refers to the household appliances and sanitary items to reach the daughters Korytnu and other counterparts in Sexmission secret password. When they reached a maximum escalation of epithets, the girls took up a war until the feathers flew. It seemed to me, I did not get the last word przychylających cup of bitterness. I heard it, but it could not be it. When the feathers
subsided, the Americans boasted a friend.
-good that it przylałaś! She said that you're fat! It was to be her!

"grub" - the word like no other girl ogałacając infuriated them with residual control. All the previous determination, synonyms, wipes, ladies of easy virtue, it could swallow. Various short forms with F uszłyby away with it except for this one, "FAT". Erupted as the power of the epithet not leave them out-had to come to rękoczynu. This requires a blood libel!
Who would have thought that it was such an ugly word.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Toilet Seat Thickness

Postcard from the Polish-mushroom picking Homeland stands.

The mystery of the world went to her hometown. We did not get Indeed Dzidka leave for school. Fortunately
autumn this year has been generous in the heat, sun and fungi. All of Poland set off so as to cultivate nature zewem our national sport. Armed with baskets, buckets and knives, a boots obuci countrymen gave up on searching for mushrooms, which this year could have been literally mowed. The action is like a militia, which lend themselves to everyone regardless of age, status, gender or party affiliation-a veritable fever Basidiomycetes.

friends we met talked about podgrzybkach, pleted and mushrooms. The saleswoman at the store apologized for the dark fingers, which she failed to come clean after the morning grzybobraniu. Favorite hairdresser went on vacation for three days-lost in the woods with a wicker basket. In orthodontics and finally met someone like me-another person who also closing his eyes he sees mushrooms. We all lived mushroom picking. Nay, even a family, which is alien to our national sport (probably due to the mixing of blood from the Italian borderland) treated us to lunch meeting just by their neighbor maślaczkami.
Other nations have football, basketball, eating hamburgers, and we like to roam through the woods in hopes of encounter something you do not wytrujemy the whole family. Poles combines the mushrooming nothing mystical, primitive bond. Worries go into the shadows, news, and even lose their rank within the tax increase applied to anyone of liberalism is not terrible.

At the end of your stay, just before departure, home affairs program treated us to a reportage from the training ground. The military before firing the forest, announced the launch maneuvers through a megaphone and shouted in that forest. After a moment of okrzyczanego, but not yet ostrzelanego gunfire came out in droves boron-like mushroom pickers surprised, allegedly with repentance, wielding great specimens of mushrooms. Oh, how love is not Polish?

PS. The personal success is deemed the fact that my husband is a wedding this year earned mushroom basket, instead of traditional litter (bottles, cans), which is not hid from him as opposed to the edible Basidiomycetes. Years of taking him to a forest in the man's companion yielded fruit.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Community Service Letter Wording

When the heart grows. Natural

increases maternal heart, not because of myopathy, but due to the words spoken by the offspring.

Dzidkowi gathered at once a confession of love:
I love you mommy, very much. I I love my daddy too ... and my little brother ... -At this point, the voice took on timbre variation .- ... just a little love too.

Mato gathered on sensitivity. Clung to my flesh and looked like a magpie in a gnat.
-Want a hug? "-I asked.
-No!
-can give you buziaczka?
-No!
-Yes, that's what you feel like
-Kaszee!!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

1980's Mermaid Baby Dolls

needed.

Stupidity is a natural human need, really unappreciated. Old or young, small or large representative of the human race feel that imperative. Well I do pretend to be wise if we must. Arrangement, polite, courteous we have to be to a Who, whose arms against the so-called rozszarpaniem to shreds. social contract. Nay, were it not for this agreement has long since one stone would not have survived, and remains a Who bielałyby among the wilderness. Even

not only to others, but in a completely gratuitous, unjustified and bezpodmiotowo stupidity of the man he wants to explode. Zaszalałoby to zaszalało. All you need is an excuse to explain the occasional lack of common sense, eg pomroczność clear. Would go a man on a red light, so just for the fun. Wygarnęłoby the ktosiowi something silly nonsense, but it frankly, if the requirements of cultural preservation pinch and do impressions of personality. Only that after fitting to apologize, explain and dump the responsibility, for example, to stress.

school year has begun, and children are forced into a form of polite behavior. After a day spent among the requirements of the social contract, Dzidka bursts of energy. Our son is in the eyes of chochlikami looking for an opportunity to vent natural need to do something unreasonable. Why? Just like that, without reason, without spontaneously to follow an internal imperative. At least does not translate to lower stress, lower alcohol, or pomrocznością clear.

Monday, September 27, 2010

How To Cite Something On A Cover

Excerpt from the forum. Premature cd

Re: MPD - how far from suspecting the diagnosis? - Premature infants - Discussion indeed, a miracle happened. Roh has mixed tension, and it is because they did not occur by a stroke, so a change in the brain does not have a specific location, but by sepsis. Young has a lot of micro-trauma that even at the resonance can not go, so its resonance imaging (magnetic) were not made. These micro-trauma caused, for example, that the leg is too tight and some too little. Right leg in Roszka foot is strained, but a weak thigh and the young do not remain on it going up the stairs. The left turn is all the more tense, Roszko has tucked up his fingers as sitting, but it is strong and the young go up the stairs by himself and he did not leave. Mixed paralysis is very difficult to rehabilitation, as an incentive to work part of the body of ONM , (low muscle tone), causing the irritation that the SUI ( increased muscle tone), rehabiltant and parent must have a lot of sense. Roszek began to crawl and crawl and had approx. kor years. a pionizować as he was 18 months cor. (Born at 27 weeks). Then got out all the evil and then I earlier suspicions were named by name, and we
CP. Young had to walk, nay, the very poor standard, but does not run, do not climb stairs, do not get up off the floor without pulling up on her hands. We were told that it is very little chance in the primary school, with intensive rehabilitation , but we will not zaręczy. Rochulec does it all and it strives 3 years and 5 months born., That is 3 years and 2 months corrected. Son moves visibly different, but if you just enough to be all over that damn wcześniactwie I do not know who I dziękowaćsmile And yet something-a rehabilitantka explained to me what is the CP
, but what do we see a doctor, but I feel the person affected. For example, children with diplegia strong, spasms (SUI) feet, when they were asked to draw up drew, but without legs. Because they do not feel. Everyone knows the moment when the leg numbness, then do not feel that anything it touches, złamuje under the weight does not feel that the shoe drops. That's what people have to strokes and children with CP . Therefore, the brain must learn that this part of the body is, and must work. After Roszku see how far it had gone my supejbohatej (so he says about himself) in learning a new body. Son no longer even a stumble, and before that every moment was lying on the ground, because I just did not feel the inequality. The brain grows to six years and then the chances of improvement are the greatest, then the work and work again may give effect, as in adults after strokes. Plays an important role body self-awareness, synio wanting to imitate the other watches her own body and he is learning a lot. " This wypowedź forum.
This text can help someone understand the problem

great group of people affected
CP. Show myself how they live, how experience of her body. I grew up in the country which issued the "other" beyond the pale, locked in special schools. For example, do not remember of childhood disabled children on playgrounds. All the time, Poland is very far behind Europe in terms of quality of life of such persons . I a lot I had to learn, I asked hundreds of questions. Here in this moment, so I can is write, not trying to cheat - no longer disability Rocha. A miracle occurred, it became a young running, jumping, is walking up the stairs, albeit with one leg, but no handrail. He was with us in the mountains, wanted the hands not least due to niepełosprawności only tulaśny is and wygodnicki. He moves differently, but everything he does, so it's probably not a disability. But remember those two years, and never forget
. I do not want to forget, because if it's all some sense, it is this experience that przenicowało me completely and I can not write that a worse-page) Regards, Katherine Roch, who yesterday fell into the pond , to the waist. Stinking mud dispenser own clothes:) Page - sent via the Google Toolbar "


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Nerf Decoration For Cake

My paranoia.

woman by nature Timid creature is, what is even worse in the state of motherhood. Personally, it is confirmation of this rule. I'm afraid of many things: darkness, heights, spiders and cellulite. So far, however, did not find myself at night, on a narrow footbridge over a precipice and I'm not attacked by the hideous spider, or cellulite, I can function. Some

my fears take a colossal scale, accompanied me constantly and they spend awake at night. These are not mere fears from something familiar, you will encounter, but under the skin feeling clues to the sprawling twenty-four hour paranoia.
Among them feel the threat of war Polish-Ruthenian. Instances of diplomatic representatives, their words of friendship and brotherhood, make me a cold sweat, shaking hands and other anxiety symptoms. Stay in Switzerland does not dimmed this trend. Not got infected native fear of Muslims who eats, begin to proliferate, will occupy the country and everywhere will build mosques and towers jutting into the sky like bayonets (I quote from one of the election posters.) I'm not afraid burqas, or minarets, but the Swiss formula I dream of ... fallout shelter. Therefore I urge the spouse to build in Poland our private, stocked in a packed lunch and candles. In the event of "strengthening of Polish-Russian brotherhood."

Neither my phobia had not taken any sizes larger than paranoia about RAIN ELECTRON. The scientific basis of this phobia in brief is as such: the rain of electrons reaches the Earth as a result of intense solar activity and on a small scale is sometimes observed.
very rare and there is intense solar activity-the frequency of once every 500 years (although there are discrepancies between scientists on the issue and falling time, the number 10,000 years). Then for about a day rain is emitted electron excitation by the induction current in each of the long metal wire.
Imagine a land power line induces a spontaneous current, burning all day stirred transformers on the planet. Our civilization is without electricity and possibilities of its production and transmission. For several hours we are deprived of basic elements of life: heat, light, food storage capacity, communications, manufacturing clothes, and many others. Ba, losing savings money because we keep on electronic accounts. The losses are not irreversible, but the production of new transformers and replacement will take months, maybe years. As against such a vision does not get goose bumps?
In addition, in modern construction eliminates other sources of energy such as gas stoves. Dominated by electricity-from cooking, cleaning, internet, telephone, television, the electric brush for cleaning your teeth. Everything is on electricity! My parents
spilled cup of bitterness undressing this summer on a plot coal stove. What a lack of foresight! How can I cure my phobia of rain electrons?
To make matters worse, last night in our whole district, there was no electricity? It grew dark as the eye can see. You could not do anything, or cook dinner or make a cup of tea, nor call, nor read (because the dark). Life sank only fire sirens interrupted the silence, going to a few unfortunate slammed in the elevator. The end of civilization! And I just wanted to buy something for allegro!
After some time, included current and civilization was saved.

I do not count, but after the incident, the husband acquired a desire to build for me shelter with its own power generator. But can I go (ie the husband) will get talked into buying a gas cylinder, which will hold the event rain of electrons or other of my phobia.

PS. Electron heavy rain was recorded once before in the nineteenth century. Then the current elicited in telegrafach (other long metal wires in those days it was not.) The intensity of the phenomenon was so great that a spark from the fires caused the needle telegraph.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

3 People Bday Celebration Wording

's third birthday!

Dear readers, how can
that nothing in this world is not eternal, blog or passing laws to subjects. Thus, quite inadvertently my celebrates third birthday, celebrate what's reflections on blogging.
My piece of the network has expanded beyond the young mother abroad. The intentions were to be snuty around motherhood and the wider life in exile. Beating his breast, I admit: I often do not have enough skill and consistency to keep the mischievous, provocative nature of the entries. There have been worries, concerns, issues collateral. In a nutshell, my blog more like a baroque "Sylva rerum" but rather "silva rerum."

did not initially planned to make the knowledge network, or go into the blogging community, but to my surprise, I hooked both the first and second. Clearly, that "blog has changed my life" is too pompous (even for me), but the fact remains that many of the things I learned from those bloggers or commenters. I learned a few techniques, handicrafts (as I mentioned once), bake bread, make their own cosmetics (which I use with a passion every day), choose a bra (and it really has revolutionized my life) I learned where to get different things (like a good strawberry) in exile.

Generally, I like to read blogs, but do not put links to them in the tabs (which is only due to my laziness). I wonder subjective opinion, lacking not only political correctness.
Here is a alphabetical list of places most often visited by me (unfortunately, some of them no longer exist, but I hope that the authors return to writing):

- female cat-and-cigarette blog
- Dalia
- PhD student-to- london-exile
- Dryfujce dreams
- Francis' diary
- Lily designs
- Lucy In The Sky
- MaryPop
Designs - my daily struggles
- Myszogród
- sheep
- Perils and thoughts Wi ...
- Poppy
- SweetCandyDreams
- School
survival - in the eyes of Trudi WORLD
- Tania mom ;-)
- Tomaszów
- Tours de France, a village ...
- white plate
- Violiśkowe cooking
- Notes from the granite city

What I do not like about blogging?
I hate whining, grumbling, or hanging dogs who willy-nilly. That is why I avoid blogs full of washing dirty linen, which the authors do not leave anyone dry noodles and spare no harsh words at family members, neighbors, friends, colleagues, a large amount of speech okraszając vulgar, sometimes intimate details. I do not want to believe that someone has bad luck and encounters the vile individuals only and limited mentally. Maybe I'm wrong, because I had great luck with the people and the vast majority of those I have met is full of valuable features. But I think that only once in the history of this "Noah was sober, and the world was flooded," and is usually the opposite. Therefore, I can hardly believe texts with one, the only fair and the same, evil neighbor.

second defect is komentatorskie pouring bile, I suppose for the purposes of purification-a kind of catharsis for the poor. " The apparent anonymity deprives some people of braking and tearing them a mask of decency. This applies only to some commenters. For them, blogs are spreading unusual manifestations in the real touch of frustration, aggression and lack of culture, a lack of understanding niewspominająca read the text. The phenomenon is growing terribly popular sites. Indeed, it makes me wonder whether the authors distinguished, endowed with "spark" they are harassed pouring out of personal frustration (usually called during working hours).
Fortunately, this blog remains on the sidelines, in a secluded valley away from spam and turmoil of human psyche. Remains for me to express my gratitude to you all, so that in this passage, I feel good network, and writing a miscellaneous fun for me.

Monday, August 16, 2010

4year Old W Headaches And Red Eyes

Sleeping with the enemy.

-Antonello, go home! - At these words, the neighbor has shrunk into himself. With a small old woman became a dwarf. Humbly podkuliłam head, apologized and left. Extinguished.
De Silva sighed. We both know that in an apartment behind a husband mistreating his wife. They are both retired, so he spends his free time watching television, rozkazywaniu wife, and sometimes lining the principles of the superiority of man over woman in practice. She is a housewife, cleans, cooks and cures painful evidence of her husband 's lectures. She gave up entirely subordinate, underwent a number of years for the sake of the children, for the sake of peace.

Executioner one is not born, but it is slowly becoming.

Al does not remember the specific date when her husband turned into a tyrant. It was a process. Husband tłamsił it slowly, in stages, initially limited her contacts with friends, then began to decide on every expenditure, every visit, out of the house. Ala was young and in love to the ears. Initially, a trusted man, gave no further fighting bastions of its own sovereignty. After several years has been to the sea, and although bothered her life in fear of their own husband, she was convinced that without it you can not cope. My husband decided about everything (with whom, where, how), and even took her salary.
getting stuck in the toxic compound was interrupted by the evidence of treason. In the natural reflex Al took the kids and moved out to my mother. Yet that same night, she panicked. She was crying, that does not make it. She repeated like a mantra lies, which fed her husband: that it is resourceless that without it nothing can do, nor know how to make a decision to do anything that is not suitable. Were it not for my mother, probably would be moved "tail tucked" the tyrant and adopted again their terms. Mom asked who pays the bills, doing shopping, cleaning, deliver children to kindergarten, going on with them to the doctor, resolve the problem in the cooperative. Each question has only one answer-Ala, herself. Slowly it began to open eyes that have long been her husband did nothing for either home or family. Then it emerged that have long kept their Ala., when her husband seemed a lot of money on the side.

When Anne thinks about his current situation, it alone can not believe how it happened. How could degrade to give her husband to the role of servant, or even lower? Janet-married
Ani-signed a very attractive, two-year contract to work abroad. They left for France. For neither was it a big change, I did not know the language, but above all had to give up break from work and studies. They lived in the provinces, because Jack had dreamed of a quiet life in a detached house. They had to have one car, which the husband went to work. In this way, Anna got stuck with several years of her son in a picturesque village with no public transportation, without friends, without the knowledge of indigenous peoples, without their own source of income. Like everything was common, but the car was Janka, his former money, his bank account to which she had no authority. Of course, able to take the car if you have previously agreed to with her husband, and more on its allowed. Of course, he gave her money, if approved the expenditure.
trip abroad was to be to let the financial injection, but for Ani became the basis for addiction, servitude, because without the consent of Janina could not do anything-it just was not her stand. My husband he could simply not agree on the expenditure and do not give money. Future autumn frosts, and their son did not have a warm jacket. Jack did not give money to his wife claiming that it lacks taste and buy something "badziewnym color." They decided that together we will go to the store, but her husband did not have the time and week after week passed. Their son walked in the lazy and the windbreaker, to which Anne sewed a lining with an old blanket. Janek explained when lack of time and energy conservation. After 3 consecutive weeks, the husband agreed to go to the store and approved the purchase of jackets for their own child.
One day Anne received a phone call from Krause: "I'm in the hospital." Well, the husband had health problems and went for tests that have proved so unsuccessful that it was needed immediate surgery. Nor about your problems, or a visit to the doctor did not inform his wife-what? Their son was then in a distance of 15 km kindergarten. Anne had no means of transport to pick up a child in the portfolio, as usual, just a few euros. Her husband was just operated on while in the hospital, which was not even like to get. Coped. They helped their neighbors. They took, borrowed money, took care of the child.
Unfortunately, Janka this situation has not learned anything. After his return home to his wife again enumerated every penny, it has not authorized to access the account at the bank. Ba, Anne did not even know which bank they are supposedly "their money".

the Goblet overflowed, when Anne discovered that there is "other woman". Jack was confident enough, or stupid, that he had left evidence of their stuff to the laundry. Just like Ali, worked most ordinary human feelings. My husband did not want to talk to her, he just did not feel like it. Anne moved out and took his son. Jack flew into a rage. Blowing on friends, ordered the immediate return of the child's home and threatened police. The next day, even though he knew where he is their son, filed a report with his wife-accused her of kidnapping. An also to social welfare institutions to collect the child. Spice adds a small detail that he traveled for two days over the tropical seas of the so-called "friends" to spend two weeks there, but happily the branches did not intend to take (a wife is to be understood or not).
Even bystanders knew what was going on and that it was not a son of the struggle, but for dominance over his wife. Janek's blowing up from either the threatening, forbidding them to assist, "interfere," the police and threatened revenge for life. All this to hunt down his wife, who in exile could not rely on family support, it was not his own money, so without the help of friends, could not survive. He was mad because he lost control, because the stupid woman, instead of waiting until you want to talk to her, she began to twist the numbers. Mutinied, and yet could not, after all, was not able-effective to do so try.


maltretowanej wife team generally defined various types of consequences of violence against wives: physical violence (beating), emotional violence (bullying, verbal abuse), sexual, economic (deprivation of livelihood).
Usually women are not willing to officially accuse husbands (economic dependence, the belief that he will change, excessive passivity), while men justify themselves and justify their behavior provocation on the part of wife. Factors predisposing
include:
-young age of the wife, her poor education, lack of own revenue (from these rules there are exceptions)
-man with a low social status, low need for achievement, express feelings
-personality of the victim: passive, masochistic, depressive, passive-dependent, immature, anxiety
-launching of such a pattern of relationships from the family home. Sometimes
abuse starts at the first pregnancy, which is translated sexual frustration man, family lifestyle changes and behavior of his wife, an unwillingness to have a child. (By Zbigniew Lew-Starowicz: "Sexology court.")

Enough theory. In practice, when I hear one more time as a neighbor treats his seventy wife, and then watch the big bruises on her arms (the effects of lecture the superiority of man over woman), a knife in my pocket opens. I realize that in this particular situation, I can not do anything, because even the neighbor kids do not try to help her. Everyone is accustomed, they do not want change, if injured or not they want to.
But each time it grows within me the motivation to help neither. That this beautiful young woman did not follow the fate of our neighbors. In order not to lose faith that you can get out of the trap toxic compound.