<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341</id><updated>2011-12-25T19:53:45.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WILSON FAMILY - BOSTON</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-1678854765260926111</id><published>2011-11-03T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:17:30.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2 months Jack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Guxreuyu_kY/TrKwfueWqVI/AAAAAAAACOw/RlYeCkutp-U/s1600/IMG_4706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Guxreuyu_kY/TrKwfueWqVI/AAAAAAAACOw/RlYeCkutp-U/s400/IMG_4706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670788939910654290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is 2 months today! What  a  good baby!&lt;br /&gt;So cute and so aware of everything...&lt;br /&gt;We are all so thankful to God for given us another opportunity to be parents,&lt;br /&gt;this journey with Jack has been amazing and it's going so fast, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;Jack has enriched our lives with his grace, smiles and funny faces, we just love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Jack!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-1678854765260926111?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/1678854765260926111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=1678854765260926111' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1678854765260926111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1678854765260926111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-2-months-jack.html' title='Happy 2 months Jack!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Guxreuyu_kY/TrKwfueWqVI/AAAAAAAACOw/RlYeCkutp-U/s72-c/IMG_4706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7738024850176395733</id><published>2011-10-25T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:45:17.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPTADE: JACK AND ISABELLA*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMqIUvn_RdQ/TqbnkWEqsVI/AAAAAAAACOg/QitUtAh42xw/s1600/IMG_4309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMqIUvn_RdQ/TqbnkWEqsVI/AAAAAAAACOg/QitUtAh42xw/s400/IMG_4309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667471792678809938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is 7 weeks old, he is a very cute baby, so strong, healthy and happy (when he doesn't have gas:( of course...). He was  10.12 p on his 01 month well visit. Big big boy!&lt;br /&gt;He suffered with some colic and gas on his first weeks of life but we are e very happy it seems to be coming to an end now... He drinks 4 ounces of milk every couple of hours and sleeps 3 to 4 ours at bed time. Mommy is really tired but it is all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Bassinet? nope! Crib? nope! Lil' Jack loves the bouncer and the swing and even though we are trying really hard to make  him sleep on the bassinet,  it hasn't working very well so far, but we are hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy takes care of him every night after coming home from work, they both lounge on Daddy's chair and watch some tv and have some Q.T together.&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister Isabella is in love with him, kisses him, hugs him and feeds him every time we ask her. She is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Jack hasn't vomited or spitting up often- witch makes us really happy, he has also being ok with his milk so far.&lt;br /&gt;He is not on the schedule yet, we feed him and put him for naps on his demand and it will be like this until he is ready for a change.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said he is very strong, and he is on the high number of his chart for weight, length and h.c. Hopefully he will continue to grow well and healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isabella:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy is 5 years and 9 months old. She is in kindergarten and we are so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;She is doing piano for few months and is heading for her 2nd Recital this coming Saturday (10/29) and is on her 2nd year of dance/ballet/tap. In the end of the year, she is going to start tennis and is very excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;Isabella is a sweet girl, so kind and generous. She loves everything and everyone. Adore school, her teachers, her family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;She writes very well and reads at age 5, even before starting Kindergarten. She loves to express her feelings through letters and notes and she melts our hearts with her messages of love on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;Her teacher's name is Mrs. Mc Donald's and her aide is Mrs. Stanley and Mrs. Hall. Her favorite friends at school are: Rachael, Grace, Madison, she also loves Andrew and had written messages to him telling him how great and nice he is.&lt;br /&gt;The other day she made a snow flake out of paper and gave as a gift to her bus driver. She is just a precious girl and we are so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;Her love for people, her innocence, pure heart and her generosity are real inspiration for all of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7738024850176395733?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7738024850176395733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7738024850176395733' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7738024850176395733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7738024850176395733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2011/10/uptade-jack-and-isabella.html' title='UPTADE: JACK AND ISABELLA*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMqIUvn_RdQ/TqbnkWEqsVI/AAAAAAAACOg/QitUtAh42xw/s72-c/IMG_4309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2849461068930643702</id><published>2011-10-25T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:53:27.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... And we are back!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrbQF6mEYEI/TqbS_cXJfLI/AAAAAAAACOU/upQkG8QLOUI/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHWR5H-wFYU/TqbSlNYxabI/AAAAAAAACOI/uPpvClR49f0/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHWR5H-wFYU/TqbSlNYxabI/AAAAAAAACOI/uPpvClR49f0/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667448717782903218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to talk about. Life is great!&lt;br /&gt;Jack, the newest addition to our family arrived between hurricanes and tornados on September 3rd of 2011 @ 2:16pm . Jack was 8.04 pounds, 19.1/2 inches and with the Grace of God, he is very healthy and a happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;After 9 months of sickness, all I have now is the joy of being the mom of another angel that God trusted me with.&lt;br /&gt;Izzy started Kindergarten 3 days after Jack was born and thanks to a VBAC procedure, I was able to put her on the bus on her 1st day of school, and she absolutely loves school and Jack and I, with the help of my mom and hubby are doing good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrbQF6mEYEI/TqbS_cXJfLI/AAAAAAAACOU/upQkG8QLOUI/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrbQF6mEYEI/TqbS_cXJfLI/AAAAAAAACOU/upQkG8QLOUI/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667449168479222962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2849461068930643702?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2849461068930643702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2849461068930643702' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2849461068930643702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2849461068930643702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-we-are-back.html' title='... And we are back!...'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHWR5H-wFYU/TqbSlNYxabI/AAAAAAAACOI/uPpvClR49f0/s72-c/DSC_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4447020634741274285</id><published>2011-05-04T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:54:09.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2g7g5OXiunU/TcGgpzscC-I/AAAAAAAACNo/HP2CCWmD0vc/s1600/another.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2g7g5OXiunU/TcGgpzscC-I/AAAAAAAACNo/HP2CCWmD0vc/s400/another.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602936051537284066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Gosh! Nem sei quanto tempo faz que nao escrevo... Senti falta deste cantinho... como senti...&lt;br /&gt;Milhoes de coisas aconteceram...&lt;br /&gt;Minha mae ainda esta aqui, com a Graca de Deus, e digo com a Graca de Deus porque nao foi facil segura-la aqui.... Nao mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Ela estranhou Deeeemais, mas acabou entrando em good terms com a terrinha do Tio Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Neste meio tempo, meu business expandiu e gracas a Deus esta indo muuito bem, obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;Isabella crescendo, cada dia mais linda e inteligente e a vida vai, sem complains, ja que estamos todos saudaveis, gracas ao bom Deus!&lt;br /&gt;O inverno foi rigoroso demais e nos deu muitos problemas, desde infiltracoes nos tetos de alguns comodos ate a destruicao de alguns pisos... Ahhhhh, sem comentarios! Gracas a Deus temos seguro e tudo foi coberto, na medida do possivel, eu diria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maior novidade de todas eh o fato de eu ter engravidado! Estamos muiiiiiito felizes, mas a gravidez, uma vez mais, nao foi facil, mas esta melhorando... nao posso reclamar neste momento...&lt;br /&gt;It's A BOY! and we couldn't be happier!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todas minhas leitoras que me passaram emails carinhosos perguntando como nos estavamos e obrigada por nao nos ter abandonado!!!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4447020634741274285?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4447020634741274285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4447020634741274285' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4447020634741274285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4447020634741274285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2011/05/update.html' title='Update*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2g7g5OXiunU/TcGgpzscC-I/AAAAAAAACNo/HP2CCWmD0vc/s72-c/another.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3534273882056064112</id><published>2010-08-29T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:18:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIMEIRA HISTORINHA QUE A IZZY CRIOU*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/TH6KnbPrJiI/AAAAAAAACLc/R4z_OjAuIU4/s1600/DSC09088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/TH6KnbPrJiI/AAAAAAAACLc/R4z_OjAuIU4/s400/DSC09088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511995403881096738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a Izzy criou a sua primeira historinha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHEN YOU SEE A FOX,&lt;br /&gt;RUN AWAY FROG ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta colada na geladeira e nos nossos coracoes!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy vc eh muito especial minha filha!&lt;br /&gt;Te amamos!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/THseWiZQe8I/AAAAAAAACLM/KqAyecGtjjo/s1600/DSC09078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/THseWiZQe8I/AAAAAAAACLM/KqAyecGtjjo/s400/DSC09078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511031941556632514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3534273882056064112?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3534273882056064112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3534273882056064112' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3534273882056064112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3534273882056064112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoje-izzy-criou-sua-primeira-historinha.html' title='PRIMEIRA HISTORINHA QUE A IZZY CRIOU*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/TH6KnbPrJiI/AAAAAAAACLc/R4z_OjAuIU4/s72-c/DSC09088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7823144471652325205</id><published>2010-08-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:36:46.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA NO ZOO*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/THhZxelWe0I/AAAAAAAACJs/K7GC0bkApXM/s1600/DSC08702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/THhZxelWe0I/AAAAAAAACJs/K7GC0bkApXM/s400/DSC08702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510252850645990210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a primeira vez da Mae aqui no Zoologico de Mendon no States.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia perfeito, ensolarado mas nao muito quente - Levamos a Kylie pra fazer compania pra Isabella e tudo saiu perfeito, exceto pela morte do ELEFANTE que nos estavamos esperando ansiosamente  rever - The poor thing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/THhZfCVTTFI/AAAAAAAACJk/C6egoHAlqdc/s1600/DSC08749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/THhZfCVTTFI/AAAAAAAACJk/C6egoHAlqdc/s400/DSC08749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510252533824834642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As criancas se divertiram muito - andamos de camelo e teleferico -&lt;br /&gt;Que dia perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/THhZSCFoXGI/AAAAAAAACJc/3bpDcCMPG-U/s1600/DSC08751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/THhZSCFoXGI/AAAAAAAACJc/3bpDcCMPG-U/s400/DSC08751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510252310420806754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7823144471652325205?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7823144471652325205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7823144471652325205' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7823144471652325205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7823144471652325205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/08/dia-no-zoo.html' title='DIA NO ZOO*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/THhZxelWe0I/AAAAAAAACJs/K7GC0bkApXM/s72-c/DSC08702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-1851488146025588857</id><published>2010-08-18T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:40:17.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVIDADES SOBRE NOSSAS VIDAS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/TGv-AqivZeI/AAAAAAAACEk/OZgbq3IEpjM/s1600/DSC08622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/TGv-AqivZeI/AAAAAAAACEk/OZgbq3IEpjM/s400/DSC08622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506774256764020194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Minha mae esta aqui por 3 meses e Gracas a Deus esta tudo bem - tirando o fato de que ela esta tendo um pouco de "choque cultural" o que eu acredito que seja normal, e tbem saudades da terrinha - - o que tambem sabiamos que aconteceria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos curtindo muito - fomos em varios lugares, tiramos milhoes de fotos e apesar da incerteza de como as coisas seriam aqui em casa - eu me supreendi com os resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marido tbem esta curtindo - o mito de "genro nao gostar de sogra" nao existiu aqui, E _ Gracas ao Bom Pai. Ele nao so curte minha mae, como tbem passa horas conversando com ela e tomando caipirinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das coisas que mais incomodou minha mae foi o fato de nao morarmos necessariamente no centro da cidade, ou seja, pra quem mora in "town" aqui no US sabe bem do que estou falando... Todo mundo dirige, o transporte publico eh praticamente inexistente - uma vez que todo mundo dirige - entao pra minha mae (acostumada a pegar trem, onibus, taxi, lotacao....rsrs) foi uma grande mudanca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a levo pra todos os cantos e sei que ela nao gosta muito da dependencia, porem, pra mim, eh realmente um prazer poder fazer isso e ajuda-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa interessante foi o fato de que qdo ela chegou, supostamente era para o cenario ser bem diferente, eu imaginei que ela ficaria em casa o tempo todo, curtindo a casa, a natureza, a calmaria de uma cidade pequena e o tempo gasto com a netinha e conosco. E apesar disso ter acontecido em partes, houve uma outra necessidade que nem eu, nem ela estavamos contando.&lt;br /&gt;A necessidade de se sentir util, de contribuir com a sociedade, de se sentir valorizado... O TRABALHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher nao consegue ficar sem trabalhar, mas tbem eh ruim mesmo... Pra alguem como minha mae, tao cheia de energia, cheia de vida e tao independente ficou dificil ... Apesar de nao pagar nada aqui em casa, apesar de nos comprarmos pra ela tudo o que ela precisa, nada a impediu de procurar trabalho e nao eh que ela conseguiu?&lt;br /&gt;Esta trabalhando part-time, 3 dias por semana somente, e ganhando por semana o que ela ganhava no Brasil por mes... Eu a levo e a busco todos os dias - BELEZA DA AMERICA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais, estamos vivendo nossas vidas, felizes e abencoados por te-la conosco e enfrentando juntas, a jornada e o desafio de uma nova vida, pra nos e pra ela.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Meu Deus por mais um Sonho realizado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-1851488146025588857?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/1851488146025588857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=1851488146025588857' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1851488146025588857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1851488146025588857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/08/novidades-sobre-nossas-vidas.html' title='NOVIDADES SOBRE NOSSAS VIDAS*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/TGv-AqivZeI/AAAAAAAACEk/OZgbq3IEpjM/s72-c/DSC08622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2306077906557632137</id><published>2010-06-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:53:50.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Vergonha!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/TFxaI8xW5xI/AAAAAAAACBo/XML7W241pmE/s1600/DSC08499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/TFxaI8xW5xI/AAAAAAAACBo/XML7W241pmE/s400/DSC08499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502371954538506002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrendo de vergonha... por nao ter escrito ha tantooooooooooooooooo tempo....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;In the mean while, trying to enjoy SUMMER :)&lt;br /&gt;Love all around!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2306077906557632137?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2306077906557632137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2306077906557632137' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2306077906557632137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2306077906557632137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/06/que-vergonha.html' title='Que Vergonha!!!!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/TFxaI8xW5xI/AAAAAAAACBo/XML7W241pmE/s72-c/DSC08499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2862024520012701099</id><published>2010-05-27T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:56:30.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS UM SONHO REALIZADO: MAE  CHEGA NA AMERICA*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8udYyJ0AI/AAAAAAAACAw/mJTtkuJ1yog/s1600/DSC07321.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8uI23zBSI/AAAAAAAACAg/BUnEErorI3U/s1600/DSC07305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8uI23zBSI/AAAAAAAACAg/BUnEErorI3U/s400/DSC07305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476146401609188642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao da nem pra acreditar que minha mae finalmente tenha chegado na AMERICA.&lt;br /&gt;Sao praticamente 11 anos de muita espera, muitas saudades, muito dinheiro investido e muita luta, mas gracas a Deus, it PAID OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, dia 26 de Maio de 2010, mais um grande sonho se realizou!&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do cansaco e da exaustao, minha mae fez uma viagem sossegada e sem nenhum problema - ficou encantada com o tratamento dos americanos e se nao fosse uma gripe muito forte que pegou apos ter tomado as vacinas no Brasa, ela teria curtido a viagem um pouco  +!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8v16uZICI/AAAAAAAACA4/TnP_JiGCHIw/s1600/DSC07321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8v16uZICI/AAAAAAAACA4/TnP_JiGCHIw/s400/DSC07321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476148275249225762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o coracao aos pulos eu, juntamente com minha filhinha Izzy, meu marido (filmando, of course!) e minha prima Claudia, a esperavamos no final da escadaria do portao da UNITED AIRLINES no aeroporto internacional de BOSTON...&lt;br /&gt;... E como na vida de brasileiro tudo eh dificil, claro que ela tinha que ter sido uma das ultimas pessoas a ter desembarcado e meu coracao quase que nao aguentou, rsrs!&lt;br /&gt;La no topo da escada e a avistei e ja gritei: MAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me apressei a correr para abraca-la e dar-lhe o beijo mais saudoso do mundo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Com o coracao cheio de gratidao a Deus e muita empolgacao viemos no carro conversando sobre a vida, a viagem, nossos planos para o futuro e as aventuras da viagem!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8uQvgzyPI/AAAAAAAACAo/7s9t5Y_bs0Q/s1600/DSC07300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8uQvgzyPI/AAAAAAAACAo/7s9t5Y_bs0Q/s400/DSC07300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476146537072675058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que momento SUBLIME!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Senhor, Obrigada Dan por ter sempre me dito "No Star was out of reach" - Obrigada pelo teu apoio constante, sua paciencia/esperanca  infinita, e seu jeito magico de realizar SONHOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8wNfNym9I/AAAAAAAACBA/EhDOsaMMXsk/s1600/DSC07326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8wNfNym9I/AAAAAAAACBA/EhDOsaMMXsk/s400/DSC07326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476148680181586898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ E GRATA - O que mais quero da vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8wewhzOGI/AAAAAAAACBI/0Dno2dhAk1o/s1600/DSC07314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8wewhzOGI/AAAAAAAACBI/0Dno2dhAk1o/s400/DSC07314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476148976886691938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2862024520012701099?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2862024520012701099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2862024520012701099' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2862024520012701099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2862024520012701099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/05/mais-um-sonho-realizado-mae-chega-na.html' title='MAIS UM SONHO REALIZADO: MAE  CHEGA NA AMERICA*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S_8uI23zBSI/AAAAAAAACAg/BUnEErorI3U/s72-c/DSC07305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7337066796721904164</id><published>2010-05-10T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:46:59.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1o. ESPETACULO DE BALET E SAPATEADO DA ISABELLA*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jELIHntvI/AAAAAAAACAY/DnVgAYBNHDs/s1600/DSC07224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jELIHntvI/AAAAAAAACAY/DnVgAYBNHDs/s400/DSC07224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469837442878519026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na correria de sempre e na empolgacao da chegada da minha maezinha...acabei nao postando nada nas ultimas semanas, fora que tbem peguei uma gripe como ha muitos anos nao pegava...&lt;br /&gt;3 semanas literalmente :(   Oh My Gosh! (OMG) - ate dor de ouvido e sinus infecction eu tive, can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, este findi foi um dos mais especiais q eu tive  nos meus ultimos 4 anos...&lt;br /&gt;... Isabella teve seu primeiro Espetaculo de Ballet, sexta feira foi o ensaio, a coisa mais linda do mundo... e sabado, depois de passarmos no salao de beleza pra fazer um coque digno de Ana Botafogo, colocamos a roupinha e da-lhe maquiagem - My God minha filhinha de so 4 aninhos com maquiagem... e olha que ela nao deu trabalho! Ate rimel nos olhos foi possivel, acreditam?&lt;br /&gt;O espetaculo foi sabado da 1:00 da tarde as 5:00...&lt;br /&gt;Ma and Papa, Auntie and Uncle Ray and Aunt Celena vieram prestigia-la, depois fizemos um BBQzinho em casa e a princesinha descansou, curtindo os mimos que ganhou de presente!&lt;br /&gt;A mae coruja babou do comeco ao fim, ali na segunda fila do auditorio (2a. fila porque no dia de comprar os ingressos, cheguei na escola de Ballet 4:00 da madruga! pois eh! 4:00 horas da manha) e sem arrependimento nehum, o povo que me chamou de louca, ficou la... assistindo nas ultimas filas, vendo as criancas como formiguinhas... rsrsrs...&lt;br /&gt;Eu NAO. ja que era para prestigiar minha filha, entao vamos fazer a coisa certa, to errada gente??&lt;br /&gt;Se tivesse sentado longe, nao conseguiria enxergar a expressao no rostinho dela e o que eu mais queria era curtir este momento, PRONTO. Curti e babei mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jC2x09dvI/AAAAAAAAB_4/4v3CZ4RassM/s1600/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jC2x09dvI/AAAAAAAAB_4/4v3CZ4RassM/s400/DSC00924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469835993785661170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jC_Wk8MHI/AAAAAAAACAA/x8npa0WEKoM/s1600/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jC_Wk8MHI/AAAAAAAACAA/x8npa0WEKoM/s400/DSC00923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469836141089534066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isabella&lt;/span&gt;: Mommy and Daddy are sooooooo proud of you, angel!&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on your 1st Recital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jDSmxvMHI/AAAAAAAACAI/y8hVUWhngsg/s1600/DSC07201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jDSmxvMHI/AAAAAAAACAI/y8hVUWhngsg/s400/DSC07201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469836471855689842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jDutKL4bI/AAAAAAAACAQ/PGMfUAD_xoI/s1600/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jDutKL4bI/AAAAAAAACAQ/PGMfUAD_xoI/s400/DSC00932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469836954605183410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7337066796721904164?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7337066796721904164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7337066796721904164' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7337066796721904164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7337066796721904164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/05/1o-espetaculo-de-balet-e-sapateado-da.html' title='1o. ESPETACULO DE BALET E SAPATEADO DA ISABELLA*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S-jELIHntvI/AAAAAAAACAY/DnVgAYBNHDs/s72-c/DSC07224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8615158191918600667</id><published>2010-04-23T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:54:16.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS UM SONHO REALIZADO*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S9JPOwixugI/AAAAAAAAB_w/4BzcLd6mo1w/s1600/OgAAABEMbLc1CukHKbPOGbuXzxU642M-khtdw9iQMgSdldDDbuSIFqT-Wh_jgdZ8Oe0Za_A-6lOZyKWR1iLk41q7w2kAm1T1UCJITHAb062lFCoC0DziWvh-nnxU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 377px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S9JPOwixugI/AAAAAAAAB_w/4BzcLd6mo1w/s400/OgAAABEMbLc1CukHKbPOGbuXzxU642M-khtdw9iQMgSdldDDbuSIFqT-Wh_jgdZ8Oe0Za_A-6lOZyKWR1iLk41q7w2kAm1T1UCJITHAb062lFCoC0DziWvh-nnxU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463516412921362946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Eu sei, eu sei que estou super em falta com meu bloguinho querido... mas eh que milhoessssssssss de coisas aconteceram nestes ultimos dias e ficou impossivel de tirar um tempinho pra relatar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou SUPER FELIZ que finalmente Mamae conseguiu finalizar seu processo de imigracao para os EUA e finalmente esta com passagem COMPRADA para o proximo mes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de 10 anos de tentativas em vao, muito choro, saudade, humilhacao e dinheiro jogado fora, finalmente conseguimos!!!&lt;br /&gt;+ Uma vez, minha gratidao ao meu maridinho maravilhoso que bancou o processo TODO, (chatinho e bem carinho), e de boa vontade  e com o coracao aberto, aceitou receber minha maezinha aqui, pra morar por tempo indeterminado conosco, com direito ao um espacinho todo especial na nossa casa nova :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante esse tempo que tenho me ausentado do blog, eu me empenhei em ajeitar o quarto da minha mae, com todas as cores e mimos que ela tem direito...&lt;br /&gt;Vou fotografar pra voces breve breve!!!! Lavei os lencois, montei a cama chiquerrima, coloquei uns porta-retratos da familia (pra ela nao sentir tantas  saudades e se sentir em casa)...&lt;br /&gt;... Ai que sentimento sublime... So Deus sabe ha quanto tempo tenho esperado por este momento.. Parecia ate que estava ajeitando o quarto para um filho que ia nascer... rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ja comentei algumas vezes aqui, minha mae foi a MENTE GENIAL por tras da  ideia que me trouxe aos Estados Unidos da America 11 anos atras e SOMENTE por causa dela e com a ajuda dela, eh que cheguei onde estou hoje e nao que eu me sinta em divida com ela, mas tenho o maior prazer em poder retribuir a ela, um pouco do muito que ela me ajudou a alcancar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mae, estou contando os dias e os minutos pra te reencontrar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proximo mes, final de maio ela estara aqui, e ai... vou tirar 1000 fotos pra ilustrar meu bloguinho e para voces participarem da minha felicidade!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos que sempre me apoiaram e que nunca perderam a fe, nem mesmo qdo eu duvidei que fosse possivel!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada meu Deus maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;By: Renata W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8615158191918600667?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8615158191918600667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8615158191918600667' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8615158191918600667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8615158191918600667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/04/mais-um-sonho-realizado.html' title='MAIS UM SONHO REALIZADO*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S9JPOwixugI/AAAAAAAAB_w/4BzcLd6mo1w/s72-c/OgAAABEMbLc1CukHKbPOGbuXzxU642M-khtdw9iQMgSdldDDbuSIFqT-Wh_jgdZ8Oe0Za_A-6lOZyKWR1iLk41q7w2kAm1T1UCJITHAb062lFCoC0DziWvh-nnxU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-374242084319499789</id><published>2010-03-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:47:15.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEIO DE COISAS INTERESSANTES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66kuy-m1pI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/IHI-OU30qbc/s1600/DSC06849.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66esMfEdwI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wANlTtkpQjU/s1600/DSC06856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66esMfEdwI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wANlTtkpQjU/s400/DSC06856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453470680895223554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ESTE EH O DIAPER CAKE (RED SOX BASEBALL) PARA O CHA DE BEBE DA LEIDIANE *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Ha muito nao tenho estado taooooo ocupada...&lt;br /&gt;Entre todos meus afazeres e as atividades da Izzy -  ufa, haja energia!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, gracas ao bom Deus (e meu novo drink:  Hazelnut Coffe), as coisas vao indo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Findi passado foi aniver do Maridao como voces ja sabem, eu quis publicar uns cupcakes que eu fiz durante a semana mas nao deu tempo, vou ver se publico neste post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana fiz pela primeira vez: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CHICKEN MARSALA"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66j6wnHUcI/AAAAAAAAB_I/e4BTQU_9QxU/s1600/DSC06844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66j6wnHUcI/AAAAAAAAB_I/e4BTQU_9QxU/s320/DSC06844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453476428668948930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66kJPkxCvI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/0BXfU8NB148/s1600/DSC06847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66kJPkxCvI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/0BXfU8NB148/s320/DSC06847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453476677498768114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ja comentei num outro post que este eh um dos meus pratos favoritos e decidi arriscar e com a ajuda do meu amigao "google" fui que fui... o Resultado foi maravilhoso!!!&lt;br /&gt;O segredinho esta na quantidade do vinho MARSALA e nuns outros ingredientinhos que fazem a diferenca, mas se alguem se interessar, me avisem que publico a receita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66mrsXv55I/AAAAAAAAB_o/nZ3e00Du_AU/s1600/DSC06849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66mrsXv55I/AAAAAAAAB_o/nZ3e00Du_AU/s320/DSC06849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453479468367603602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah outra coisinha que fiz este findi que foi muito  massa foi um &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIAPER CAKE &lt;/span&gt;para o Cha de Bebe de uma amiga querida!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu resolvi fazer o Cha de bebe dela porque ha muito tempo que venho querendo fazer algo especial para esta "amiga tao especial" e eis que finally o momento chega.&lt;br /&gt;O cha de bebe sera 18 de Abril, mas eu ja fiz as lembrancinhas (Caixinha com amendoas coloridas e mamadeirinhas azuis) e o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIAPER CAKE-BOLO DE FRALDAS&lt;/span&gt;- Nao sei como chama e se o povo gosta ai no Brasa, mas aqui... eh um luxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66foTN67RI/AAAAAAAAB-w/4xdGZ7Asujo/s1600/DSC06860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66foTN67RI/AAAAAAAAB-w/4xdGZ7Asujo/s320/DSC06860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453471713494494482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66f7uvRp0I/AAAAAAAAB-4/LRtVFtuDCCw/s1600/DSC06862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66f7uvRp0I/AAAAAAAAB-4/LRtVFtuDCCw/s320/DSC06862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453472047299667778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S A BOY!&lt;/span&gt; e vai se chamar BENJAMIN - ai que fofo!!! Ela ja tem um que chama PEDRO e agora, estamos todos no aguardo do BEN!&lt;br /&gt;O tema do Cha de bebe eh &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BASEBALL (RED SOX)&lt;/span&gt; que eh o nosso time aqui de Boston.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fazer os cupcakes (fotinho dos que eu fiz para o cha da minha cunhada que foi o mesmo tema por coincidencia), o bolo, o DIAPER CAKE  (fotinho acima) e um pouco da decoracao e dos appetizers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66g1YbK2ZI/AAAAAAAAB_A/vNlITEvKJmQ/s1600/OgAAAJmEf-jBDb8o5VcbNaSd4yBLLbly1smFg6OtJOiJWsAE-aLM1SOZcZsQvysLcdlWaZOW8LxIPACzdukF2L6NQ4EAm1T1UP4WOUP8rYihUwLx6SDraRUKh9C3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66g1YbK2ZI/AAAAAAAAB_A/vNlITEvKJmQ/s320/OgAAAJmEf-jBDb8o5VcbNaSd4yBLLbly1smFg6OtJOiJWsAE-aLM1SOZcZsQvysLcdlWaZOW8LxIPACzdukF2L6NQ4EAm1T1UP4WOUP8rYihUwLx6SDraRUKh9C3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453473037742168466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como voces podem ver, a Moca aqui eh bem busy!!! mas adorooooo esta vidinha gente!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o maior prazer em fazer bolo, cupcakes, cozinhar... amo tudo isto!!!! Principalmente qdo meus bolos e mimos alegram o coracao dos que eu amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom resto de findi pra voces!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bjs no coracao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-374242084319499789?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/374242084319499789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=374242084319499789' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/374242084319499789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/374242084319499789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/03/este-eh-o-diaper-cake-red-sox-baseball.html' title='CHEIO DE COISAS INTERESSANTES!!!!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S66esMfEdwI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wANlTtkpQjU/s72-c/DSC06856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2188979840554678821</id><published>2010-03-22T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:18:16.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S6gij6LULJI/AAAAAAAAB-A/k9IailvxHRc/s1600-h/DSC06712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S6gij6LULJI/AAAAAAAAB-A/k9IailvxHRc/s400/DSC06712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451645349239467154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BOLO DE CHOCOLATE COM BRIGADEIROS QUE EU FIZ PARA O MARIDAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso final de semana foi maravilhoso!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sexta feira foi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANIVERSARIO do MARIDEX&lt;/span&gt; - Happy Birthday Dan!&lt;br /&gt;Fomos assistir o MUSICAL: THE LION KING ( O rei Leao ), simplesmente The Best!&lt;br /&gt;Antes, passamos num restaurante novo "PREZOS" - Eu comi sushi (Spice tuna) e maridex comeu uma pasta maravilhosa (com Angel Hair e Chicken)...&lt;br /&gt;Assistir o Rei Leao com a Isabella no Teatro foi um dos momentos  mais preciosos da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ja haviamos visto o Rei Leao no teatro da Disney, mas no teatro normal "Boston Opera House" a experiencia foi bem diferente. A.D.O.R.A.M.O.S !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado acordamos e depois de tomarmos breakfast, levei a Isabella a festinha da Hannah (amiguinha da escola). A festinha foi na escola de Karate, e as criancas se divertiram muiiiiito..&lt;br /&gt;Foi a primeira "private lesson" de karate da Izzy. O maximo. Ela aprendeu unos novos moves e ate quebrou um pedaco de madeira. Super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations Hannah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ A tardinha levamos a Marina em casa e pra nossa surpresa, Rosario (mae da Marina) nos levou a sua fazenda pra ver seus carneirinhos, galinhas e abelhas - Uma tarde e tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy se divertiu muito e eu amei cada momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo fomos todos ao "Candy Castle" (castelo de doces). O Coelhinho da Pascoa estava la, tiramos fotos e comemos muito doce!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy amou o passeio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOTINHOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S6gjkE1E3bI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Dngp1uSRIak/s1600-h/DSC06743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S6gjkE1E3bI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Dngp1uSRIak/s320/DSC06743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451646451610607026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S6gj0qmyC5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/l3DdwTKWVjw/s1600-h/DSC06751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S6gkLzYsBQI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/FsJ-XTKgqD0/s320/DSC06784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451647134122902786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S6gkr7QXYqI/AAAAAAAAB-g/OOeMW1r07m4/s1600-h/DSC06794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S6gkr7QXYqI/AAAAAAAAB-g/OOeMW1r07m4/s320/DSC06794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451647685991293602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZZY E KYLIE (SUA PRIMINHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2188979840554678821?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2188979840554678821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2188979840554678821' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2188979840554678821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2188979840554678821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-dan.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S6gij6LULJI/AAAAAAAAB-A/k9IailvxHRc/s72-c/DSC06712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-1759556603796557280</id><published>2010-03-14T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:32:27.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro FINDI com grandes MOMENTOS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S52aUkLjz0I/AAAAAAAAB94/zwewPucC918/s1600-h/b127d65312260323_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S52aUkLjz0I/AAAAAAAAB94/zwewPucC918/s400/b127d65312260323_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448680802288389954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nosso findi foi otimo, gracas a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Sabado fiz uma coisa que ha MUITOOOO TEMPO eu estava a fim de fazer, porem, por razoes que nem eu sei explicar, nao fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que mudei do Brasil pra ca, eu sempre quis visitar a igreja a qual pertence a maioria da minha familia (CCB-CONGREAGACAO CRISTA NO BRASIL), uma igreja super especial e importante pra mim. Apesar de nao ser batizada na CCB, tenho muito amor e respeito por esta igreja e pela sua doutrina, portanto, sabado, com uma das maiories CHUVAS da minha vida, pego meu carrinho e vou-me feliz e segura com minha decisao.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei maridex e filhota em casa curtindo o sabadao chuvoso e confesso: Deveria ter feito isso ha muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;BALSAMO pra minha alma e para meu coracao! Obrigada meu Deus!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Domingo, acordei 9:30 (tarde, se tratando de mim), maridex ja tinha preparado meu suco de roma e meu wheat bagel com creme cheese (how cute!!!), fomos ao shopping fazer umas comprinhas, almocamos na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALIFORNIA PIZZA KITCHEN&lt;/span&gt;, e pra minha alegria tinha no menu um dos meus pratos favoritos: JAMBALAYA (God, I love this dish) - e depois levamos Izzy a loja da DISNEY pra comprar uns badulaques pra nossa florzinha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei em casa super cansadaaaa, meu Deus, era o tempo em que passava horas no shopping e adorava... rsrs,  e por razoes que eu desconheco "I past out", literalmente, cai num sono profundo... e acordei 7:30 da noite.. Izzy ja havia tomado banho e estava jantando no seu toy-room... (thank God for a good hubby ;) )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminamos a noite assistindo CELEBRITY APPRENTICE *&lt;br /&gt;+ Um final de semana se foi e uma nova oportunidade chega com o inicio de uma nova semana!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAZ A TODOS!&lt;br /&gt;By: Renata Wilson*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-1759556603796557280?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/1759556603796557280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=1759556603796557280' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1759556603796557280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1759556603796557280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/03/outro-findi-com-grandes-momentos.html' title='Outro FINDI com grandes MOMENTOS*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S52aUkLjz0I/AAAAAAAAB94/zwewPucC918/s72-c/b127d65312260323_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2186964600288603642</id><published>2010-03-11T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:56:37.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISABELLA'S  1ST MANICURE*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5m48mk7pWI/AAAAAAAAB9g/-QZo-rk9D_U/s1600-h/DSC06379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5m48mk7pWI/AAAAAAAAB9g/-QZo-rk9D_U/s400/DSC06379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447588575568438626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que quero postar sobre minha filhota:)&lt;br /&gt;Sao milhoes de historias que fica ate dificil escolher uma. Quase impossivel expressar o quanto eu sou incondicionalmente apaixonada por esta garotinha.&lt;br /&gt;Izzy eh uma crianca maravilhosa. Eh meiga, simples, inteligente, determinada e independente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quatro aninhos. Meu Deus como ela esta crescendo rapido. Parece que foi ontem que fiquei gravida.&lt;br /&gt;Izzy esta na Pre-school (segundo ano de pre-school), e ainda tem mais um pela frente antes do prezinho. Vai de 2a, 4a e 6a das 9:00 da manha a 1:00 da tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terca faz multi-sports (soccer, lacrosse, hula hoops, hockey...) - e as quintas, ela faz BALLET.&lt;br /&gt;As quintas (depois do ballet), faz craft na biblioteca e quando da tempo, temos playdate aqui em casa ou na casa dos amiguinhos da escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha umas semaninhas atras, eu a levei pela primeira vez ao SPA. How cute !!! :) Ela fez manicure e escolheu o esmalte ela mesma (pink, of course!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voces tinham que ver a carinha dela fazendo as unhas... Parecia uma mocinha.. Ficou quietinha, deixou a mocinha lixar suas unhas, pintar (so nao tirou cuticulas eh claro) - muito fofa esta menina &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mudeusu do ceu&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5m5LnnO2oI/AAAAAAAAB9o/iwfq92JQEfs/s1600-h/DSC06378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5m5LnnO2oI/AAAAAAAAB9o/iwfq92JQEfs/s200/DSC06378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447588833544559234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5m5goTHBdI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Flu386bXcZs/s1600-h/DSC06381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5m5goTHBdI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Flu386bXcZs/s200/DSC06381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447589194505848274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2186964600288603642?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2186964600288603642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2186964600288603642' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2186964600288603642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2186964600288603642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/03/isabellas-1st-manicure.html' title='ISABELLA&apos;S  1ST MANICURE*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5m48mk7pWI/AAAAAAAAB9g/-QZo-rk9D_U/s72-c/DSC06379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7856653955062665520</id><published>2010-03-06T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:40:47.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SALMAO COM BROWN SUGAR E SPICE MUSTARD*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5Lk4ZV1saI/AAAAAAAAB8w/WXzfd-TAkuQ/s1600-h/DSC06549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5Lk4ZV1saI/AAAAAAAAB8w/WXzfd-TAkuQ/s400/DSC06549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445666556970643874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta receita eh uma das nossas favoritas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bem simplinha e bem gostosa - diferente, mas gostosa! (aprendi com a sogrinha) - quem disse que nao tem sogra boa??? rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5LlBIabBXI/AAAAAAAAB84/-r6Gym0_XoE/s1600-h/DSC06552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5LlBIabBXI/AAAAAAAAB84/-r6Gym0_XoE/s400/DSC06552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445666707045287282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5LlRUdSQ3I/AAAAAAAAB9A/3B1w3wX7fvk/s1600-h/DSC06554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5LlRUdSQ3I/AAAAAAAAB9A/3B1w3wX7fvk/s400/DSC06554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445666985156428658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pega a peca de SALMAO descongelada, rega de mostarda (EU USO a brown &amp;amp; spice mustard-nao sei como chama ai no Brasa, mas eh aquela ardidinha e escura) e por cima joga a quantidade que vc quiser de acucar mascavo (brown sugar).&lt;br /&gt;Poe no forno pra assar na temperatura normal que se assa Salmao  e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bon Apettit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5UaWGUuxdI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/qn4rF92s6ZE/s1600-h/DSC06555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5UaWGUuxdI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/qn4rF92s6ZE/s400/DSC06555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446288291331491282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7856653955062665520?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7856653955062665520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7856653955062665520' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7856653955062665520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7856653955062665520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/03/salmao-com-brown-sugar-e-spice-mustard.html' title='SALMAO COM BROWN SUGAR E SPICE MUSTARD*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5Lk4ZV1saI/AAAAAAAAB8w/WXzfd-TAkuQ/s72-c/DSC06549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4226414172487687052</id><published>2010-03-06T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T07:53:30.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALEU JANINHA QUERIDA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5PL1GISB5I/AAAAAAAAB9I/rKZYAXJ6OaQ/s1600-h/segundo2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5PL1GISB5I/AAAAAAAAB9I/rKZYAXJ6OaQ/s400/segundo2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445920487459915666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PRIMEIRO PROJETO - ACIMA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5KYjchUgqI/AAAAAAAAB8g/2QFwANBn8Yw/s1600-h/OgAAAGOC62ZuGUNrRh-53LCWytIDctO8XaP9f_2GJwMGmp6DJV7xN3Wx-hD_R8txaFFAKx-7WMTrjSZWYDKzD29l_6oAm1T1UOBjtOAyJAoC302Y3l9e-SXPQkiw.jpg"&gt;PHO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5KYjchUgqI/AAAAAAAAB8g/2QFwANBn8Yw/s1600-h/OgAAAGOC62ZuGUNrRh-53LCWytIDctO8XaP9f_2GJwMGmp6DJV7xN3Wx-hD_R8txaFFAKx-7WMTrjSZWYDKzD29l_6oAm1T1UOBjtOAyJAoC302Y3l9e-SXPQkiw.jpg"&gt;TO: JANI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5KYjchUgqI/AAAAAAAAB8g/2QFwANBn8Yw/s1600-h/OgAAAGOC62ZuGUNrRh-53LCWytIDctO8XaP9f_2GJwMGmp6DJV7xN3Wx-hD_R8txaFFAKx-7WMTrjSZWYDKzD29l_6oAm1T1UOBjtOAyJAoC302Y3l9e-SXPQkiw.jpg"&gt;NHA*&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5KYjchUgqI/AAAAAAAAB8g/2QFwANBn8Yw/s400/OgAAAGOC62ZuGUNrRh-53LCWytIDctO8XaP9f_2GJwMGmp6DJV7xN3Wx-hD_R8txaFFAKx-7WMTrjSZWYDKzD29l_6oAm1T1UOBjtOAyJAoC302Y3l9e-SXPQkiw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445582634163143330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem a noite tive o privilegio de "conhecer" pelo telefone a querida &lt;a href="http://nossadocevida.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janinha&lt;/a&gt; - um doce, um amor.&lt;br /&gt;Janinha, este post eh so pra te dizer o quanto eu gostei da nossa conversa e o quao massa foi pra mim, ter tido a oportunidade de conhecer "such a great girl".&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada do fundo do coracao pelo carinho e atencao e tbem por ter me explicado detalhadamente como se usa o power point. (it was very thoughtful of you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por dividir comigo um pouco da tua historia e "I am looking forward to develop a great friendship with you and also looking forward to other talks" ...&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get to know you guys better! Come to Boston for a visit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Renata Wilson - Boston USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Te dedico minha primeira criacao. Nao esta la essas coisas, mas agora que eu aprendi, ninguem me segura!!! hehehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;Esse ai foi so pra teste!!! Obrigada querida!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4226414172487687052?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4226414172487687052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4226414172487687052' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4226414172487687052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4226414172487687052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/03/valeu-janinha-querida.html' title='VALEU JANINHA QUERIDA!!!!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5PL1GISB5I/AAAAAAAAB9I/rKZYAXJ6OaQ/s72-c/segundo2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-5327523930207492968</id><published>2010-03-04T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:19:08.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISNEY OU NAO-DISNEY??? EIS A QUESTAO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BLIPKpbfI/AAAAAAAAB6c/2RTlyXueKxM/s1600-h/DSC03269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BLIPKpbfI/AAAAAAAAB6c/2RTlyXueKxM/s400/DSC03269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444934554373156338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos ultimos 5 anos, fomos a Disney 3x. Este ano, apesar da vontade, acho que teremos que mudar os planos.&lt;br /&gt;Depois que compramos nossa casa, minha lista de prioridades mudou e um senso de urgencia tomou conta de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quero mudar tudo em minha casa e AGORA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A SITUACAO DO CARPETE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Nao eh que eu nao goste de carpete, mas piso de madeira eh bem melhor e mais fashion, porem Cari$$imo!&lt;br /&gt;A vantagem do carpete eu acho que consiste apenas no aconchego. Como eh gostoso poder sentar no chao... deitar e rolar sem ter que se preocupar com o frio do chao ou com a poeira...&lt;br /&gt;... In the other hand, carpete nao eh muito higienico. Ja o piso de madeira eh bonito, sofisticado, e nao contem/retem todas as impurezas que o carpete contem e retem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% da minha casa tem piso de madeira, porem os 30 que nao tem, estao me deixando loucaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a conclusao que se formos viajar temos que abrir mao da reforma. Nao faz nem sentido e haja din$$din.&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem a disney custa muito caro e fomos no ano passado.. nao faz nem um ano...&lt;br /&gt;Sugeri ao  marido que fossemos ao Cottage de nossa familia em Wellfleet ao invez de irmos a Disney e com o dinheiro que geralmente designamos as ferias, poderiamos fazer uma reforminha e ainda sobraria para esbanjarmos em Wellfleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nao pagamos nada, a casa eh nossa, ficamos qto tempo quisermos, praia aos nossos pes, lago maravilhoso onde meu marido cresceu e a Isabella adora, cidade turistica, cheia de lojas, galerias com muita arte, paisagens "out of this world", enfim.. um lugar dos sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano passado eu passei 2 semanas la com minha filhinha, marido ficou trabalhando (hehehe) alguem tem que fazer dinheiro nesta familia, (hehehe) e apesar do coracao cortado, foi um periodo maravilhoso, onde me dediquei 100% a minha filha e a mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, acho que esta eh a melhor opcao pra este ano.&lt;br /&gt;Ano que vem, Disney, there we will go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOTINHOS DE WELLFLEET&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BNKOde8wI/AAAAAAAAB7E/n_cv5qwz0s4/s1600-h/6a00d8341c091253ef0120a570539d970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BNKOde8wI/AAAAAAAAB7E/n_cv5qwz0s4/s400/6a00d8341c091253ef0120a570539d970c-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444936787566719746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BLOM8KBiI/AAAAAAAAB6k/kNhdbjBBR3o/s1600-h/2873968570_481039da10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BLOM8KBiI/AAAAAAAAB6k/kNhdbjBBR3o/s400/2873968570_481039da10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444934656854722082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-5327523930207492968?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/5327523930207492968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=5327523930207492968' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5327523930207492968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5327523930207492968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/03/disney-ou-nao-disney-eis-questao.html' title='DISNEY OU NAO-DISNEY??? EIS A QUESTAO!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BLIPKpbfI/AAAAAAAAB6c/2RTlyXueKxM/s72-c/DSC03269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8141587183802952282</id><published>2010-03-01T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:59:37.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEGOU NOSSO WOOD STOVE !!!! QUE LINDO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S4ybNOxlvAI/AAAAAAAAB6U/tpLcDx0IcAk/s1600-h/HI300Brown-425_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S4ybNOxlvAI/AAAAAAAAB6U/tpLcDx0IcAk/s400/HI300Brown-425_000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443896701190781954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Este findi foi um tanto agitado aqui em casa..&lt;br /&gt;Quarta feira, recebemos nosso "wood stove" - ai que maravilha!!! &lt;br /&gt;Eh lindo! Mais do que eu imaginava!&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa tem, eu diria praticamente 3 andares. O piso principal onde ficam as salas, a cozinha, os quartos e meu escritorio, o andar de baixo (no nivel da rua) onde ficam nossa "sala de familia" o quarto da minha mae, 2 banheiros, a lavanderia, o bar e a jacuzi e por fim, o "terceiro andar" onde fica nosso quarto " a master suite", nosso banheiro e o loft/escritorio do meu marido ....&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, o andar do nivel da rua eh super gelado, e pra que os canos nao congelem, eh necessario que o aquecedor individual de cada comodo fique ligado 100% do tempo, o que disperdica uma energia fora do normal e como consequencia, nossa conta de eletricidade, vcs podem imaginar $#%@%#$ -&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de termos uma lareira no andar de baixo (dentro da sala de familia) - o nosso problema nao fica resolvido, isso porque, o fogo na lareira, sobe pela chamine e se desfaz no ar, pra isso foi necessaria a compra de um "wood stove insert" que eh uma especie de lareira que se embuti dentro da lareira pre-existente.&lt;br /&gt;Desta maneira toda a "quentura" eh mandada para os comodos e  arredores impulsionados por uma especie de ventilador interno ... Desta maneira os comodos ficam quentes e nao eh necessario que seja utilizado o aquecedor eletrico - economizando energia e aquecendo de maneira satisfatoria a maior parte do nosso basement.&lt;br /&gt;Marido gastou 5 horas com a instalacao e ainda teve que pagar um profissional pra fazer a conexao no dia seguinte - (+ 4 horas de trabalho) - por fim, depois de tudo concluido - valeu a pena ter esperado e ter investido !&lt;br /&gt;O Wood Stove deu a nossa Sala um ar sofisticadissimo!  Apesar da Sala ser rustica e o ambiente ser totalmente informal, nos amamos a elegancia que o wood stove proporcionou ao ambiente!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado e domingo o andar de baixo foi so diversao... "burning wood" e curtindo nossa casinha - Que momento feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado a noite fomos jantar na casa da Linda (mae da Alyssa -amiguinha da Izzy de escola) - comemos o melhor CHICKEN MARSALA das nossas vidas... vou voltar com a receita pra voces!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Que maravilha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bjs a todos!&lt;br /&gt;Renata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8141587183802952282?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8141587183802952282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8141587183802952282' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8141587183802952282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8141587183802952282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/03/chegou-nosso-wood-stove-que-lindo.html' title='CHEGOU NOSSO WOOD STOVE !!!! QUE LINDO!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S4ybNOxlvAI/AAAAAAAAB6U/tpLcDx0IcAk/s72-c/HI300Brown-425_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8283146082505920625</id><published>2010-02-25T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:51:53.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESABAFO (CONCORDO JANINHA!!!)</title><content type='html'>Estava lendo o blog de uma grande AMIGA VIRTUAL: &lt;a href="http://www.nossadocevida.blogspot.com"&gt;Janinha &lt;/a&gt;e faco delas minhas palavras!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que todos vivemos na correria do dia a dia e apesar da boa vontade, muitas vezes deixamos a desejar no aspecto: RECIPROCIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas nos que temos os nossos blogs, sabemos que apesar de nao ser imprescindivel e necessario, eh muito legal que tenhamos um relacionamento legal com nossas amigas virtuais... e como demonstramos isso??? Atraves do feedback! Atraves das nossas visitas e comentarios aos blogs alheios!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A historia de Janinha se repete aqui tbem no meu blog!!! Conheci varias pessoas que iniciaram por livre e espontanea vontade uma amizade virtual comigo, atraves do blog, do orkut e depois de adicionar essas pessoas no meu blog/orkut e em minha vida, senti que estas mesmas, ou nao passam pelo meu blog ou simplesmente passam, mas nao deixam um oi sequer como comentario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso por exemplo, eu tenho este blog porque gosto do meu "canto". Gosto do lugar onde consigo me expressar 100%, sem medos e resignacoes... sem pompas, sem modestia, sem medo de ser feliz... aqui eu  me expresso, rio, choro... conto meus segredos... extravaso minhas ideias, faco polemica, meto a boca no trombone se necessario e nao preciso me preocupar se "estou sendo politicamente correta"...&lt;br /&gt;Claro que gosto qdo as pessoas leem e emitem seus pareceres, suas ideias, suas opinioes, mas a falta de consideracao de alguns e a falta de reciprocidade das "amigas virtuais" nao vao me fazer parar de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever eh uma paixao que tenho desde que me conheco por gente... infelizmente minha vida ocupada nao me da muito tempo.. mas qdo tenho tempo... escrevo com prazer e me sinto bem qdo finalizo um post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unica coisa que me irrita eh saber que as pessoas que me iniciaram neste "mundinho blogueiro", sao as mesmas que nao me visitam ou que visitam mas nao dispensam 5 minutos do seu precioso tempo pra me deixar um comentario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Too Bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voces, que passam por aqui e que fazem questao de vez ou outra me dar um oizinho e mandar um abraco....&lt;br /&gt;... vai ai meu "obrigada"...&lt;br /&gt;Venham sempre que quiserem!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz no coracao, galera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata. Boston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8283146082505920625?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8283146082505920625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8283146082505920625' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8283146082505920625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8283146082505920625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/02/desabafo-concordo-janinha.html' title='DESABAFO (CONCORDO JANINHA!!!)'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-769818203605814361</id><published>2010-02-20T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:44:19.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEUS NEGRO - NEIMAR DE BARROS Deus Negro - Neimar de Barros by fredsoncc (12/05/2007 - 00:52)  Eu, detestando pretos, Eu, sem coração!... Eu, perdido</title><content type='html'>Neimar de Barros foi um dos primeiros autores  que li e me apaixonei !&lt;br /&gt;Li "Deus Negro" ha mais de 20 anos atras e este poema que vou escrever abaixo ficou guardado na minha memoria, colado impregnado!! Espero que ele cause a voces a mesma emocao que causa a mim qdo o releio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tit"&gt;     &lt;h1&gt;Deus Negro - Neimar de Barros      &lt;/h1&gt;     &lt;div class="dettaglio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Eu, cheio de preconceitos, racista,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu, com falsos conceitos, neo-nazista,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu, detestando pretos,&lt;br /&gt;Eu, sem coração!...&lt;br /&gt;Eu, perdido num coreto,&lt;br /&gt;Gritando: "Separação"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, você, nós... nós todos,&lt;br /&gt;Cheios de preconceitos,&lt;br /&gt;Fugindo como se eles carregassem lodo,&lt;br /&gt;Lodo na cor...&lt;br /&gt;E com petulância, arrogância,&lt;br /&gt;Afastando a pele irmã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas&lt;br /&gt;Estou pensando agora:&lt;br /&gt;E quando chegar minha hora?&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, se eu morresse amanhã, de manhã!&lt;br /&gt;Numa viagem esquisita, entre nuvens feias e bonitas,&lt;br /&gt;Se eu chegasse lá e um porteiro manco,&lt;br /&gt;Como os aleijados que eu gozei, viesse abrir a porta,&lt;br /&gt;E eu reparasse em sua vista torta, igual àquela que eu critiquei&lt;br /&gt;Se a sua mão tateasse pelo trinco,&lt;br /&gt;Como as mãos do cego que não ajudei!&lt;br /&gt;Se a porta rangesse, chorando os choros que provoquei!&lt;br /&gt;Se uma criança me tomasse pela mão,&lt;br /&gt;Criança como aquela que não embalei&lt;br /&gt;E me levasse por um corredor florido, colorido,&lt;br /&gt;Como as flores que eu jamais dei!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sentisse o chão frio,&lt;br /&gt;Como o dos presídios que não visitei!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu visse as paredes caindo,&lt;br /&gt;Como as das creches e asilos que não ajudei!&lt;br /&gt;E se a criança tirasse corpos do caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Corpos que eu não levantei&lt;br /&gt;Dando desculpas de que eram bêbados, mas eram epiléticos,&lt;br /&gt;Que era vagabundagem, mas era fome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Agora me assusta pronunciar seu nome!&lt;br /&gt;E se mais para a frente a criança cobrisse o corpo nu,&lt;br /&gt;Da prostituta que eu usei,&lt;br /&gt;Ou do moribundo que não olhei,&lt;br /&gt;Ou da velha que não respeitei,&lt;br /&gt;Ou da mãe que não amei!...&lt;br /&gt;Corpo de alguém exposto, jogado por minha causa,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não estendi a mão, porque no amor fiz pausa e dei,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, só dei desgosto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, no fim do corredor, o início da decepção!&lt;br /&gt;Que raiva, que desespero,&lt;br /&gt;Se visse o mecânico, o operário, aquele vizinho,&lt;br /&gt;O maldito funcionário, e até, até o padeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Todos sorrindo não sei de quê!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Sei sim, riem da minha decepção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus não está vestido de ouro! Mas como???&lt;br /&gt;Está num simples trono:&lt;br /&gt;Simples como não fui, humilde como não sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus decepção!&lt;br /&gt;Deus na cor que eu não queria,&lt;br /&gt;Deus cara a cara, face a face,&lt;br /&gt;Sem aquela imponente classe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus simples! Deus negro!&lt;br /&gt;Deus negro!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Eu...&lt;br /&gt;Racista, egoísta. E agora?&lt;br /&gt;Na terra só persegui os pretos,&lt;br /&gt;Não aluguei casa, não apertei a mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus você é negro, que desilusão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai me dar uma morada?&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai apertar minha mão? Que nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus você é negro, que decepção !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dei emprego, virei o rosto. E agora?&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai me dar um canto, vai me cobrir com seu manto?&lt;br /&gt;Ou vai me virar o rosto no embalo da bofetada que dei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus, eu não podia adivinhar.&lt;br /&gt;Por que você se fez assim?&lt;br /&gt;Por que se fez preto, preto como o engraxate,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que expulsei da frente de casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus, pregaram você na cruz&lt;br /&gt;E você me pregou uma peça:&lt;br /&gt;Eu me esforcei à beça em tantas coisas,&lt;br /&gt;E cheguei até a pensar em amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca,&lt;br /&gt;nunca pensei em adivinhar sua cor!...&lt;/p&gt;By: Renata W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-769818203605814361?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/769818203605814361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=769818203605814361' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/769818203605814361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/769818203605814361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/02/deus-negro-neimar-de-barros-deus-negro.html' title='DEUS NEGRO - NEIMAR DE BARROS Deus Negro - Neimar de Barros by fredsoncc (12/05/2007 - 00:52)  Eu, detestando pretos, Eu, sem coração!... Eu, perdido'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-12500775572325756</id><published>2010-02-02T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:44:54.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>75% OF the american kids are spanked! - 75% dos americanos batem nos seus filhos *</title><content type='html'>In Portuguese:&lt;br /&gt;Estes dias estava lendo um artigo de uma revista que coleciono e fiquei abismada com a quantidade de AMERICANOS que batem (espancam) seus filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Mais de 75%.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei pasma. Nao gosto de julgar as pessoas e nem estou aqui pra determinar o que eh certo e o que eh errado, mas nao concordo com a ideia de bater em crianca.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que bater em crianca eh meio que aquela ideia de:&lt;br /&gt;"-... a crianca nao DEVE agredir seus amiguinhos e nem bater em ninguem (pq eh errado), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAS&lt;/span&gt;, vc pode bater nela"? por que?? porque simplesmente vc eh maior que ela e entende mais das regras da vida e por ironia do destino eh o responsavel por este ser??&lt;br /&gt;Well, com esta atitude a gente so mostra que "nao tem problema agredir um outro ser humano" principalmente se o "ser em questao" eh pequeno e fragil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As criancas necessitam de Amor e muita conversa. As vezes eh necessario ensinar um habito a uma crianca + de 200 vezes pra que ela aprenda... Paciencia eh uma virtude e ser pai e mae nao eh facil, porem eh a melhor coisa do mundo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa o assunto polemico, mas eu precisava desabafar, me sinto muiiiito incomodada com o fato de que minha filha vai crescer num mundo onde eh perfeitamente "ok" bater ou espancar um outro ser humano, simplesmente porque ele eh menor no tamanho e consideravelmente mais fragil...&lt;br /&gt;By: Renata Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ENGLISH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I was reading an article on one of my favorite magazines and got so surprised by people saying that they do spank their kids.&lt;br /&gt;I dont' want to judge anyone who does that because it's not right to judge people, but I would like to express myself about it.&lt;br /&gt;I do have a 4 year old girl who has her moments, believe ME! however it makes me sad to think she will grow up in a world where is "OK" to hit someone smaller than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, when she was on her "terrible twos" she did get a slap on her but once in while - nothing big, and I would never call that spank, but I can tell you that behavior never really made me feel satisfied or happy. I am not even sure if taught her anything, I think we should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; talk&lt;/span&gt; to our  kids and make them understand things rather than make them fear their parents - that's my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes its hard to make a child understand that they can't "touch" the fire place/ and that requires a little bit more than just a "talk", but still, spanking isn't the solution!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids needs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supervision, LOTS OF LOVE and TALK&lt;/span&gt; - Never NEVER Never SPANK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Renata W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-12500775572325756?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/12500775572325756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=12500775572325756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/12500775572325756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/12500775572325756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/02/75-of-american-kids-are-spanked-75-dos.html' title='75% OF the american kids are spanked! - 75% dos americanos batem nos seus filhos *'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8127549420167737904</id><published>2010-01-26T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:45:20.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S1_A4ZvRaaI/AAAAAAAAB4c/qWwxJoqsffw/s1600-h/DSC06132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S1_A4ZvRaaI/AAAAAAAAB4c/qWwxJoqsffw/s400/DSC06132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431271750846474658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Today was a longgggggggg day...&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we went to Izzy's Check up appointment. We saw Dr Yuan, Izzy went through some hearing and vision tests, which came back fine - Also a Polio vaccine and a lot of talk...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe our little girl is 4 years old. She is a big, smart and healthy little girl and we are sooo proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my shots :( the Flu vaccine and the H1N1 as well! The H1N1 i didn't even fell anything, however the flu shot "ai,ai,ai"... that hurts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I took Izzy to Playtown Express (near by) - It was Alyssa's bday and even thought her party will be on sunday, we got together to play a little  bit.&lt;br /&gt;Linda, Alyssa's mom,  convinced me to go to her house after the playdate for a little chat - oh well, got home around 4:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pizza for "dinner", also baked some choc chip cookies (when will I learn???) and put Izzy to sleep soon - the poor thing has a bad cold and feel awful :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby made a sour apple martini and we watched 24, American Idol, The Cake Boss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in bed and hubby is snoring right by my side, like a very good company :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go to sleep, cause tomorrow is PAJAMAS day at Izzy's school and I don't want to be late for that!!! it should be very interesting and funny for the kids!&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In portuguese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi um dia bem longuinho. Levei Izzy ao pediatra logo cedo, que constatou que ela esta otima gracas a Deus. Fez exame de visao e de escuta e tudo normal gracas ao Bom Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Tomou vacina de sarampo e nem chorou... ta crescendo esta minha filhota!&lt;br /&gt;Depois fomos brincar num parquinho indoors que temos aqui perto de casa e celebramos o aniver da Alyssa que nos encontrou la...&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos no parque ate umas 3:00 da tarde e fomos pra casa da Alyssa.. voltei pra casa quase 4:30, nem fiz janta, assei uma pizza deliciosa da DIGORNO e fiz um cookies pra adocar meus amores...&lt;br /&gt;Izzy foi pra cama cedo porque esta com uma gripezinha danada, Dan fez martini de maca e assistimos Tv ate tarde...&lt;br /&gt;Now, estamos na nossa caminha quentinha... Dan roncando ao meu lado e eu feliz apos mais um dia de vida :)&lt;br /&gt;Amanha, dia do pijama na escolinha da Izzy - Mal posso esperar!&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite galera!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8127549420167737904?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8127549420167737904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8127549420167737904' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8127549420167737904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8127549420167737904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S1_A4ZvRaaI/AAAAAAAAB4c/qWwxJoqsffw/s72-c/DSC06132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6026548966659166244</id><published>2010-01-21T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:24:36.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy "learning the alphabet" all for a Lollypop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88e7e9b64874eae9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88e7e9b64874eae9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17C79522EB9FED242CBCE68EC1E903B05AC1C2EE.31853C2C7BC00E8A9F41D555294D60EA5F5484CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88e7e9b64874eae9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPfmO2N2sHazjHRoNb0fmOtSG_0k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88e7e9b64874eae9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17C79522EB9FED242CBCE68EC1E903B05AC1C2EE.31853C2C7BC00E8A9F41D555294D60EA5F5484CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88e7e9b64874eae9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPfmO2N2sHazjHRoNb0fmOtSG_0k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Izzy  is learning the alphabet... all for a lollypop :)&lt;br /&gt;Newton Home:  Sometime in 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-6026548966659166244?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6026548966659166244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6026548966659166244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6026548966659166244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6026548966659166244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/01/izzy-learning-alphabet-all-for-lollypop.html' title='Izzy &quot;learning the alphabet&quot; all for a Lollypop!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4062280643709109756</id><published>2010-01-19T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:59:20.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S1YA44lrNnI/AAAAAAAAB3c/MIQDVzrsOBA/s1600-h/Coakley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S1YA44lrNnI/AAAAAAAAB3c/MIQDVzrsOBA/s400/Coakley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428527378104792690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Eleicoes no Estados Unidos sao bem diferentes do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vc vota se quiser. Por um lado, acho certo, porque indica que os que votaram realmente votaram com responsabilidade, mas por outro lado, acho que deixa no ar um certo ar de "nao tao importante".. o que eu nao acho legal.&lt;br /&gt;Votar eh uma responsabilidade da nacao eh deve ser honrada e respeitada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO MARTHA COAKLEY FOR MASSACHUSETTS !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Renata Wilson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4062280643709109756?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4062280643709109756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4062280643709109756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4062280643709109756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4062280643709109756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S1YA44lrNnI/AAAAAAAAB3c/MIQDVzrsOBA/s72-c/Coakley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4528768332306718133</id><published>2010-01-10T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:57:08.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy's 4th Birthday - Jan 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S0qTMTGX-rI/AAAAAAAAB3U/_xrR5q62Fps/s1600-h/DSC06091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S0qTMTGX-rI/AAAAAAAAB3U/_xrR5q62Fps/s400/DSC06091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425310540615908018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIEL CANTANDO PARA A IZZY *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc813f7ab0365efd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc813f7ab0365efd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F9B1848138BC280DB447E7BB541EF4990C86BFF.5EF87918BC8D2C4F37342D86342F497AE00B5005%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc813f7ab0365efd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DliwbGFoUygiJkLxLiOkQM8ERhyM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc813f7ab0365efd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F9B1848138BC280DB447E7BB541EF4990C86BFF.5EF87918BC8D2C4F37342D86342F497AE00B5005%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc813f7ab0365efd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DliwbGFoUygiJkLxLiOkQM8ERhyM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aniversario de 4 aninhos da Izzy foi um dos melhores momentos que eu vivi na minha vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nos chamamos Ariel "the little mermaid" direto das profundezas do oceano, rsrsrs e foi maravilhoso. Ela veio, brincou, cantou e encantou... fez tatuagem nas criancas, caricatura de balao... enfim... Mil atracoes com as criancas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Minha filha ficou encantada e ate agora  nao conseguiu entender como ela veio parar aqui, na nossa casa, porque carro ela nao tem, right mommy??? rsrsrs...&lt;br /&gt;... Tarde memoravel...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos pela presenca e pelos presentes + que generosos!&lt;br /&gt;Fotinhos breve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4528768332306718133?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4528768332306718133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4528768332306718133' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4528768332306718133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4528768332306718133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2010/01/izzys-4th-birthday-jan-2010.html' title='Izzy&apos;s 4th Birthday - Jan 2010'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S0qTMTGX-rI/AAAAAAAAB3U/_xrR5q62Fps/s72-c/DSC06091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-222146440270580554</id><published>2009-12-27T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:54:42.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SzgBojW_4TI/AAAAAAAAB20/wvqYdhWR5ng/s1600-h/Scan_Pic0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SzgBojW_4TI/AAAAAAAAB20/wvqYdhWR5ng/s400/Scan_Pic0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420083947738489138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Gosh! Faz muiiiiiito tempo que nao passo por aqui... Que saudades do meu cantinho..&lt;br /&gt;Onde posso dizer o que quero, na hora que quero e do jeito que quero!&lt;br /&gt;Milhoes de coisas aconteceram nos ultimos meses, mas ja que estou  tao atrasada, nao vou nem relatar... mas prometo que de agora em diante vou tentar atualizar melhor este espaco tao importante pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que todos tenham tido um Natal maravilhoso e que 2010 seja um ano de Grandes e Bencaos a todos:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-222146440270580554?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/222146440270580554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=222146440270580554' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/222146440270580554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/222146440270580554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SzgBojW_4TI/AAAAAAAAB20/wvqYdhWR5ng/s72-c/Scan_Pic0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4019753639954925891</id><published>2009-07-25T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:17:08.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 ANOS - FELIZ ANIVERSARIO DE CASAMENTO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SmuECrhxzII/AAAAAAAAB2o/nD81na--Nkc/s1600-h/DSC02370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362524962893712514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SmuECrhxzII/AAAAAAAAB2o/nD81na--Nkc/s400/DSC02370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 ANOS ATRAS, NO DIA 24 DE JULHO DE 2004, EU ACORDAVA, COM A CABECA CHEIA DE PREOCUPACOES E O CORACAO AOS SALTOS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ESTAVA CHOVENDO E NOSSO CASAMENTO IA SER AO AR LIVRE.... DEPOIS DE MUITO NERVOSO E REZA-BRABA, EIS QUE O SOL VOLTOU A BRILHAR... AH EU SABIA.. NAO ERA POSSIVEL QUE EU MERECIA O CONTRARIO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RSRSRS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O DIA DECORREU ALEGRE E COM AS EMOCOES APROPRIADA A UMA OCASIAO TAO SUBLIME, 5 DA TARDE, EM INGLES E EM PORTUGUES, EU E MEU MELHOR AMIGO DAN, JURAMOS AMOR ETERNO, PACIENCIA, TOLERANCIA E COMPANHEIRISMO ATE QUE A MORTE NOS SEPARE........ AMEM!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOI UM DOS DIAS MAIS FELIZES DA MINHA VIDA, FELICIDADE APENAS OFUSCADA PELA AUSENCIA DA MINHA MAE AMADA (NO BRASIL) E PELA MORTE INESPERADA DO MEU SOGRO, ALGUNS MESES ANTES...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CASAMOS... COM TUDO QUE TINHAMOS DIREITO! VEU, GRINALDA, VESTIDO DE NOIVA, FESTA, BOLO.... E MUITO, MAS MUIIIIIIIITO AMOR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAN, YOU ARE THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME! THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A WONDERFUL HUSBAND AND A GREAT PARTNER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUR DIFFERENCES JUST SHOW US HOW STRONG OUR RELATIONSHIP IS AND HOW MUCH LOVE WE HAVE FOR EACH OTHER! I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4019753639954925891?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4019753639954925891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4019753639954925891' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4019753639954925891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4019753639954925891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-anos-feliz-aniversario-de-casamento.html' title='5 ANOS - FELIZ ANIVERSARIO DE CASAMENTO!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SmuECrhxzII/AAAAAAAAB2o/nD81na--Nkc/s72-c/DSC02370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-5759245970463783872</id><published>2009-07-21T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:30:09.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKIE MONSTER*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SmYyM30inRI/AAAAAAAAB2g/YIAn7SR6NfA/s1600-h/DSC02267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361027603155295506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SmYyM30inRI/AAAAAAAAB2g/YIAn7SR6NfA/s400/DSC02267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genteeee, to super disapontada comigo mesma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho que confessar uma coisa: &lt;strong&gt;"Sou o cookie monster em pessoa"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro esse veneninho chamado cookie. A Char, minha amigamadamante como voces sabem, sempre vem aqui em casa e me faz coisinhas deliciosas.. Ontem veio com essa historinha de cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Ah, I want to make some cookies for you guys..." bem inocentemente....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, olha so a tragedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto ela fazia os cookies, eu limpava a jacuzi. Maridex ajudando com a mangueira... tudo terminado, cookies fresquinhos nos esperando na cozinha.... "me empanturrei", of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A noite, como se nao bastasse os que ja tinha comido, ainda levei uns pra cama, pra me deliciar enquanto assistia tv... Acordei... + cookies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resumo: passei a manha inteira no banheiro.... Bem feito! Menininha indisciplinada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pra voce Dona Charmaine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stop! that's enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-5759245970463783872?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/5759245970463783872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=5759245970463783872' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5759245970463783872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5759245970463783872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/07/cookie-monster.html' title='COOKIE MONSTER*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SmYyM30inRI/AAAAAAAAB2g/YIAn7SR6NfA/s72-c/DSC02267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7503410047179698753</id><published>2009-07-19T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:13:57.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SmPghHmB9EI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/1iS3K6G_l9Y/s1600-h/DSC02197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360374841079886914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SmPghHmB9EI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/1iS3K6G_l9Y/s400/DSC02197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudamos na casa nova dia 11 de Julho (sabado passado). Desde entao, nao tenho feito outra coisa, a nao ser limpar, esvaziar caixas e colocar as coisas nos devidos lugares...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansativo, mas estou adorando cada minuto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maridex esta indo ao trabalho sem problemas de transito, o que estava me preocupando a principio, Izzy tbem esta se adaptando bem, o que me deixa muito feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curtimos a piscina no final de semana em familia, so nos tres... foi uma delicia! Maridex fez churraquinho americano (hamburguers e cachorro quente, afffffe), na sexta pra sogrinha e o sogrinho ... Foi bem legal, mas eu bem que fiquei na vontade de uma picanha ou chuleta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, culpa minha. Por que nao comprei???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabado a noite fomos as compras. Compramos tapete pra sala de Familia e outras cositas mas (tudo pra casa, eh claro)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A noite fiz uma pizza e fomos dormir, exaustos e felizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domingo, acordamos, limpei a casa, maridex ficou de bobeira pela casa "atrapalhando" meu trabalho... tadinho... ate que o Roger (amigo nosso chegou) e fomos "enjoy nossa piscina"... Maridex fez bbq novamente e a noite eu fiz uma pasta branca, maravilhosa... diga-se de passagem.... modestaaaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Izzy se divertiu muito com o tio Roger e tbem na piscina! Ate a Sandy (dog) veio e trouxe mais alegria pra casa... e alguns prejuizos tbem... comeu alguns brinquedinho da Izzy, mas tudo bem! rsrsrs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7503410047179698753?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7503410047179698753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7503410047179698753' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7503410047179698753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7503410047179698753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/07/mudamos-na-casa-nova-dia-11-de-julho.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SmPghHmB9EI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/1iS3K6G_l9Y/s72-c/DSC02197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2354630767787733458</id><published>2009-06-26T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:42:03.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHO REALIZADO: A COMPRA DA NOSSA CASA*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT4vOqXBgI/AAAAAAAAB1A/gMGl-sLcvPI/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT4vOqXBgI/AAAAAAAAB1A/gMGl-sLcvPI/s400/DSC01068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351675747496297986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME, SWEETE HOME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH COM MEU CORACAO CHEIO DE GRATIDAO A DEUS QUE INFORMO A TODAS VOCES, AMIGAS, AMIGAS VIRTUAIS, COMPANHEIRAS DE BLOG, FAMILIA....&lt;br /&gt;... COMPRAMOS NOSSA CASA...&lt;br /&gt;ESTOU TAO FELIZ QUE PARECE QUE VOU EXPLODIR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA A TODAS VOCES PELA TORCIDA, PELO CARINHO, PELAS PALAVRAS DE INCENTIVO "MESMO SEM SABER COM CERTEZA" DO QUE EU ESTAVA FALANDO...&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA A DEUS EM PRIMEIRO LUGAR POR ESSA GRANDE BENCAO E AO ESFORCO MUTUO ENTRE MEU MARIDO E EU PRA  QUE REALIZASSEMOS ESTE SONHO!&lt;br /&gt;AMO VOCES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ FOTINHOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT5KTHESCI/AAAAAAAAB1g/TwTJLlHKb5s/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT5KTHESCI/AAAAAAAAB1g/TwTJLlHKb5s/s320/DSC01024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351676212546914338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT5UKlPUlI/AAAAAAAAB1o/6AuyPGi3fFg/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT5UKlPUlI/AAAAAAAAB1o/6AuyPGi3fFg/s320/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351676382056239698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT6HX2gF6I/AAAAAAAAB2I/bwCqpqWjS2o/s1600-h/70892458_P27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT6HX2gF6I/AAAAAAAAB2I/bwCqpqWjS2o/s320/70892458_P27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351677261791631266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT6Q6dhoGI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/iwjK3RuvUpM/s1600-h/70892458_P28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT6Q6dhoGI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/iwjK3RuvUpM/s320/70892458_P28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351677425700937826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2354630767787733458?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2354630767787733458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2354630767787733458' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2354630767787733458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2354630767787733458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonho-realizado-compra-da-nossa-casa.html' title='SONHO REALIZADO: A COMPRA DA NOSSA CASA*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SkT4vOqXBgI/AAAAAAAAB1A/gMGl-sLcvPI/s72-c/DSC01068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7377661112886443242</id><published>2009-06-19T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:09:14.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sjztg4p9p6I/AAAAAAAABz0/aL_IpBTqA7w/s1600-h/DSC05594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sjztg4p9p6I/AAAAAAAABz0/aL_IpBTqA7w/s400/DSC05594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349411606629296034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigadinha a todas voces que estao me dando forca sem nem mesmo saberem do que eu estou falando...&lt;br /&gt;Nossa gente, voces nao imaginam como esses ultimos dias tem sido tao dificeis pra mim, minha cabeca anda a mil, milhoes de coisas pra correr atras, e a vida continua... Porque nada para, simplesmente porque a gente esta enrolado, nao eh mesmo? rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, Esta eh uma semana decisiva e estamos no aguardo da resposta do "nosso grande acontecimento"... e eu ja ate preparei o post e as fotos... eh so publicar quando a gente pegar o&lt;br /&gt;"FINAL YES"...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela energia positiva e pela espera e respeito!!!&lt;br /&gt;Adoro voces, amigas virtuais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs,&lt;br /&gt;Renata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7377661112886443242?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7377661112886443242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7377661112886443242' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7377661112886443242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7377661112886443242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/06/obrigadinha-todas-voces-que-estao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sjztg4p9p6I/AAAAAAAABz0/aL_IpBTqA7w/s72-c/DSC05594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4220713383503490214</id><published>2009-06-06T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:44:06.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTOU MUIIIIIIIIIIIIIITO FELIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sir_OjfthHI/AAAAAAAABzk/7EPgU_mKhSk/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344364533340013682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sir_OjfthHI/AAAAAAAABzk/7EPgU_mKhSk/s400/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sir-7fXdOEI/AAAAAAAABzc/v0Ai3tt2Ka0/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigas .. Eu tenho tanto.. pra lhe falar.. mas com palavras nao sei dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou numa fase MARAVILHOSA da minha vida e uma coisa muito BOA esta acontecendo neste exato momento, mas nao vou citar agora porque ainda nao eh caso CONCLUIDO, e enquanto nao eh CONCLUIDO, nao posso dizer com certeza..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que eh pessimo fazer este tipo de comentario..ou fala ou nemcomeca. Concordo plenamente.. mas eh que NECESSITO expressar meus sentimentos... e nao tem lugar melhor que aqui.. no meu cantinho... com o suporte das minhas amigas verdadeiras e virtuais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh a realizacao de um sonho antigo, bem antigo e que esta em processo de realizacao... logo logo, se conclui e ai conto e mostro fotos ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra aqueles que sabem, obrigada pelos emails e scraps carinhosos no orkut!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que Deus abencoe a todas voces e que a mim nao desampare.... Fui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4220713383503490214?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4220713383503490214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4220713383503490214' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4220713383503490214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4220713383503490214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/06/estou-muiiiiiiiiiiiiiito.html' title='ESTOU MUIIIIIIIIIIIIIITO FELIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sir_OjfthHI/AAAAAAAABzk/7EPgU_mKhSk/s72-c/DSC00369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-252751984933343797</id><published>2009-06-04T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:10:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um texto lindo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SigbEOIJKAI/AAAAAAAABzU/4W1mJ79I2sU/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;Roubado da Dani Vitrolinha, como sempre*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SigbEOIJKAI/AAAAAAAABzU/4W1mJ79I2sU/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SigbEOIJKAI/AAAAAAAABzU/4W1mJ79I2sU/s400/DSC01166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343550717200771074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo, você aprende a diferença... A sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão. Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto por muito tempo. E aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la, por isso. &lt;/span&gt;Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descobre que se levam anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida&lt;/span&gt;. Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você tem na vida. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.&lt;/span&gt; Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos se compreendemos que os amigos mudam, percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa, por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos. Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que pode ser. Descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto. Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas onde está indo, mas se você não sabe para onde está indo, qualquer lugar serve. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem dois lados&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as conseqüências. Aprende que paciência requer muita prática. Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou. Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha. Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens, poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel. Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame, não significa que esse alguém não o ama, contudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém, algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo. Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que você o conserte. Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto... plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E você aprende o que realmente pode suportar... que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;/span&gt; E que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-252751984933343797?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/252751984933343797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=252751984933343797' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/252751984933343797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/252751984933343797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-texto-lindo.html' title='Um texto lindo!!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SigbEOIJKAI/AAAAAAAABzU/4W1mJ79I2sU/s72-c/DSC01166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8434932983549896391</id><published>2009-05-30T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:46:05.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISNEY: MOMENTOS INESQUECIVEIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiE_rex-FlI/AAAAAAAABxc/wpJgWVXXYbo/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiE_rex-FlI/AAAAAAAABxc/wpJgWVXXYbo/s400/DSC00901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341620649267697234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridas amigasssss virtuais.. muiiito obrigada pelas visitas e pelos comments tanto aqui no blog quanto no orkut.&lt;br /&gt;A viagem a  Disney foi tao maravilhosa quanto memoravel!&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso estampado no rostinho da Izzy foi meu maior presente! Esta viagem tbem me serviu de "lavagem cerebral"... Pois eh! Deu tempo pra pensar na vida, colocar as ideias em ordem e tomar decisoes importantes.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das coisas que mais me chamou atencao, por incrivel que pareca, foi meu marido.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o fato de nao te-lo em casa a maior parte do tempo, por causa do trabalho, havia me feito esquecer o quao maravilhoso ele eh. E nesta viagem eu fiquei surpreendida com a quantidade de Amor e commitment que ele dedica a nossa filha e a nos como FAMILIA.&lt;br /&gt;Dou 100% de credito a ele por esta viagem!&lt;br /&gt;Ele planejou tudo, desde o hotel  com vista para o lago.. ate os almocos, cafes-da-manha, atividades de desenho e ate salao de baleza pra mim e pra Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo um sonho!&lt;br /&gt;Fico feliz em admitir que passei mais tempo chorando "de emocao" do que rindo...rsrs Eh muito emocionante ver nossos filhos tao contentes e cheios de sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;... Me trouxe a um passado que eu nao estava certa se queria lembrar ou nao...&lt;br /&gt;Nao me lembro de ter um dia acreditado em Papai Noel ou contos de fadas, nao por culpa da minha mae, mas sim, por circunstancias que ninguem poderia ter mudado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFAGTPpmII/AAAAAAAABxs/jXHHg-ElpVE/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFAGTPpmII/AAAAAAAABxs/jXHHg-ElpVE/s400/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341621110027425922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, foi uma viagem MA-RA-VI-LHO-SA  e eu dou ao Dan, todo o credito do mundo, por nos ter proporcionado dias tao felizes e tao ricos em magia!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFAeRICkmI/AAAAAAAABx8/_gGsHyhEyHQ/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFAeRICkmI/AAAAAAAABx8/_gGsHyhEyHQ/s400/DSC00212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341621521775497826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pra deixar registrado, a favorite ride da Izzy foi: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THUNDER MOUNTAIN&lt;/span&gt;.. Meu Deus! Fiquei surpresa de ver que meu "bebezinho" nao eh mais tao pequeninino assim.... Ela ja tem altura pra ir nos brinquedos mais loucos como este trem maluco que ela amouuuuuuuuuuu e nos fez andar umas 10 vezes... Adorou tbem SPLASH MOUNTAIN, que eh cute, mas tbem scary por causa da altura de que despenca aquele barquinho.... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Acreditam que ela foi ate no TERROR OF TOWER? aquele elevador escuro que nos faz despecar de varios andares?? mas este ai nao vou mentir: apesar de nao ter chorado .. na hora que saimos da Ride, perguntamos a ela se ela queria ir novamente e a resposta veio rapida e rasteira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-" no daddy! that thing drop us from sooo high!"&lt;/span&gt;... poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFATAjKQiI/AAAAAAAABx0/P8HZaaHZmIw/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFATAjKQiI/AAAAAAAABx0/P8HZaaHZmIw/s400/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341621328347284002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFA8eq69XI/AAAAAAAAByE/0riZjnog6TQ/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFA8eq69XI/AAAAAAAAByE/0riZjnog6TQ/s400/DSC00615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341622040807535986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*** &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bibbidi bobbidi Boutique&lt;/span&gt; foi uma das experiencias mais legais! Daddy pagou  pela transformacao da Izzy em "sininho-tinkerbell" , cabelo, unhas e maquiagem e tbem pagou "SECRETAMENTE" rsrs, pelo meu cabelo de princesa... Foi muito divertido e a Izzy ficou linda, diga-se de passagem... rsrs&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFBUkWhtDI/AAAAAAAAByM/WO8MHbd-B2g/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiFBUkWhtDI/AAAAAAAAByM/WO8MHbd-B2g/s400/DSC00716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341622454649467954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was absolutely wonderful! I have to give all the credit to Dan, for being so wonderful and generous! He planned every detail, from the date of the trip, to restaurants reservations, beauty salon reservations, special draw class, everything!&lt;br /&gt;There is no money in the whole world that pays for the happiness we had in this trip! The innocent smile of my daughter, the many laughs we had, the magic environment, everything was so unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy's favorite ride was: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THUNDER MONTAIN*&lt;/span&gt; - we had to repeat it at least 10 times every time we were at that park! She also loved Ariel's show and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPLASH MOUNTAIN&lt;/span&gt; as well!&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tower of Terror &lt;/span&gt;"not so much" lol...but she did it very courageously! We are so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;*One of the cuttest things we did was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BOUTIQUE*&lt;/span&gt; - Where Izzy got transformed in Tinker Bell and had the whole Princess Crown experience!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy also got mommy involved to get the hair done - Silly Dan! Great experience! I had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this was the best time of our lives! I can't beggin to explain how amazing is the feeling to bring a child to Disney World, especially for a girl like me, who came from a 3rd world country and never expected to achieve such big Dream (at least for me).. Now, being able to not only visit, but have my daughter experiencing all that, was a REAL BLESS!&lt;br /&gt;I Thank God for the opportunity and my husband for the generosity!&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8434932983549896391?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8434932983549896391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8434932983549896391' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8434932983549896391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8434932983549896391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/05/disney-momentos-inesqueciveis.html' title='DISNEY: MOMENTOS INESQUECIVEIS!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SiE_rex-FlI/AAAAAAAABxc/wpJgWVXXYbo/s72-c/DSC00901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4288463183813207253</id><published>2009-05-16T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:13:43.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FERIAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sg6ftWUBlxI/AAAAAAAABxU/_JMeqCPOlO0/s1600-h/660Minnie+Mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sg6ftWUBlxI/AAAAAAAABxU/_JMeqCPOlO0/s400/660Minnie+Mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336378209913116434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRACAS A DEUS CHEGOU O DIA...&lt;br /&gt;HOJE ESTAMOS PEGANDO O AVIAO... E VOANDO PRA MEMORAVEL:&lt;br /&gt; WALT DISNEY WORLD..&lt;br /&gt;MAL POSSO ESPERAR PRA VER O SORRISO MAROTO DA MINHA IZZY QUANDO ELA&lt;br /&gt;CONHECER SEUS PERSONAGENS FAVORITOS DO MUNDO WALT DISNEY*&lt;br /&gt;MILHOES DE ATIVIDADES ESTAO PROGRAMADAS PRA ELA, INCLUINDO CAFE DA MANHA COM CINDERELLA NO CASTELO (CHIC HUM?) E ALMOCO COM MICKEY, MINNIE E SUA TURMA....&lt;br /&gt;VOLTAMOS EM ALGUNS DIAS...&lt;br /&gt;BJS A TODOS E FIQUEM COM DEUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;FUI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4288463183813207253?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4288463183813207253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4288463183813207253' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4288463183813207253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4288463183813207253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/05/ferias.html' title='FERIAS...'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sg6ftWUBlxI/AAAAAAAABxU/_JMeqCPOlO0/s72-c/660Minnie+Mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6539375977862309837</id><published>2009-04-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:06:30.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORMATURA DO MARIDEX, SEXTA DIA 24 DE ABRIL DE 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SfUhAHJDeqI/AAAAAAAABxE/NB08EWR8xSU/s1600-h/DSC09464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SfUhAHJDeqI/AAAAAAAABxE/NB08EWR8xSU/s400/DSC09464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202019863591586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja havia comentado ne gente? sobre a formatura do Dan. Pois eh!&lt;br /&gt;Foi sexta feira, dia 24. Eu parecia boba..toda babando... meu marido estava lindo (as usual) e eu estava com o orgulho estampado na cara!!! kakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma noite inesquecivel, Quase perfeita!&lt;br /&gt;Tanta gente pra agradecer!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A Deus em primeiro lugar pela oportunidade! Aos pais do Dan que comecaram tudo isto e sempre nos deram tanta forca nestes 5 anos "nada faceis"...&lt;br /&gt;Aos amigos e familiares que sempre estiveram conosco... dando apoio e suporte!&lt;br /&gt;A Union Local 537!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabens Dan!&lt;br /&gt;Te amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-6539375977862309837?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6539375977862309837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6539375977862309837' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6539375977862309837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6539375977862309837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/04/formatura-do-maridex-sexta-dia-24-de.html' title='FORMATURA DO MARIDEX, SEXTA DIA 24 DE ABRIL DE 2009'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SfUhAHJDeqI/AAAAAAAABxE/NB08EWR8xSU/s72-c/DSC09464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7517068851090665009</id><published>2009-04-18T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:03:00.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDENTIFICAR A MISSAO DE CADA PESSOA EM NOSSAS VIDAS EH UMA TAREFA IMPORTANTE, POREM DIFICIL... CABE A NOS SENSIBILIDADE E HUMILDADE PRA TENTAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Seuc9cXBP9I/AAAAAAAABwk/vzaE3U2tavU/s1600-h/Z185seid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Seuc9cXBP9I/AAAAAAAABwk/vzaE3U2tavU/s400/Z185seid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326523563694440402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Roubado do  orkut da Linda e Meiga Cinara "Uma das minhas fontes  de inspiracao" - &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Traduzido por Renata Wilson*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" As pessoas atravessam nossos caminhos por uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;razão&lt;/span&gt;, uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estação&lt;/span&gt; ou ate mesmo por uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIDA&lt;/span&gt; ........... Quando você reconhece exatamente qual é este motivo, você saberá o que fazer para essa pessoa. Quando alguém está em sua vida por uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAZÃO&lt;/span&gt;, é geralmente porque encontrou uma necessidade que você expressou. Vieram ajudar-lhe com uma dificuldade que vc teve, fornecê-lo a orientação e a sustentação do momento, ajudar-lhe fisicamente, emocionalmente ou ate mesmo espiritualmente. Podem parecer ate como um "enviado dos ceus" e são. Estão lá para a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;razão&lt;/span&gt; que você necessita. Então, sem nenhum erro de sua parte ou mesmo deste individuo, esta pessoa dirá ou fará algo  que trara o relacionamento a um final. Às vezes morrem. Às vezes simplesmente se afastam. Às vezes a forca das circunstancias os obrigam a seguir um outro caminho. O que nós devemos entender eh que nossa necessidade foi saciada, nosso desejo atendido, e portanto a missao deste individuo foi cumprida. A oração que você emitiu aos ceus foi respondida e agora eh hora de seguir adiante.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas entram em sua vida por uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESTAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;, Sua vinda serve pra compartilhar, crescer ou aprender. Trazem-lhe uma experiência da paz, te proporcionam muitas alegrias e risadas.... Muitas vezes o ensinam algo que você nunca fêz. Dão-lhe geralmente uma quantidade inacreditável de alegria. Acredite: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta pessoa é real&lt;/span&gt;. Mas somente por uma estação. Os relacionamentos da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIDA sao diferentes,&lt;/span&gt; ensinam-lhe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lições de vida&lt;/span&gt;, coisas que você deve construir em cima de uma fundação emocional contínua. Seu trabalho é aceitar a lição, amar a pessoa e põr o que você aprendeu em pratica e sem  se esquecer de  usar  esses ensinamentos em todos relacionamentos e áreas  de sua vida. Dizem que o amor é cego mas a amizade é clairvoyant. Eh uma dadiva encontrar essas "pessoas" em nossas vidas, seja por uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAZAO&lt;/span&gt;, uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESTACAO&lt;/span&gt; ou ate mesmo uma  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIDA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IN ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime........... When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on. Some people come into your life for a SEASON,because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season. LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. It's great to have these people in your life, whether they were a reason, a season or a lifetime." I love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7517068851090665009?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7517068851090665009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7517068851090665009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7517068851090665009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7517068851090665009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/04/identificando-missao-de-cada-um-em.html' title='IDENTIFICAR A MISSAO DE CADA PESSOA EM NOSSAS VIDAS EH UMA TAREFA IMPORTANTE, POREM DIFICIL... CABE A NOS SENSIBILIDADE E HUMILDADE PRA TENTAR...'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Seuc9cXBP9I/AAAAAAAABwk/vzaE3U2tavU/s72-c/Z185seid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3951989477932323487</id><published>2009-04-14T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:51:15.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASCOA - HAPPY EASTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SeUAMEKobEI/AAAAAAAABwc/CYX2SjEMJM0/s1600-h/DSC09159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SeUAMEKobEI/AAAAAAAABwc/CYX2SjEMJM0/s400/DSC09159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324662341712243778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN ENGLISH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Last week Izzy and Dan got really sick. They are actually still sick - believe it or not ...  I can't believe I am not sick yet.. Hopefully I continue to be ok - cause, we don't need more things going on in our lives at this moment...&lt;br /&gt;Easter was great even with them both not feeling good - We had a great dinner (cooked by Grandpa Smith - with a little help from me, have to confess...) and we got to talk and enjoyed ourselves very much...&lt;br /&gt;Nina was also here and it was a good addition to the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little upset about few things, but it's all good...&lt;br /&gt;I like when life brings me obstacles - that's when I can really see through things and mature...&lt;br /&gt;I made some decisions in my life with my husband and pretty soon you will all know about it and one personal decision for my life is: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET RID OF THINGS THAT BRINGS ME DRAMA AND PAIN&lt;/span&gt;. I am sooooo tired of giving myself to people and not receiving not even respect and consideration. I don't really care about the rest, but I can't continue a friendship without at least RESPECT. And I tell you something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am very happy at this moment&lt;/span&gt;. It feels so good when you stop a vicious behavior and stop people to use and abuse you, without any respect. I am trying to approach people who really enjoys my friendship and make me feel good and respected and I couldn't be happier with the changes in my life and my everyday routine.&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to thank everybody for being so nice to Izzy and for all the gifts she got for Easter! It was so nice of everybody to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to you: THANKS THANKS THANKS! you are the best person, the best friend I ever came across t, in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;You are genuine, you are Generous (without being arrogant like many others), you are energetic, you are positive and you bring nothing but great things to my life.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you not only for being my FRIEND, But also for love Izzy so deeply and for being always there for me and my family - no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can be the same to you!&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Family*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sou obrigada a confessar que as coisas nao estavam muito bem semana passada...&lt;br /&gt;Maridex doente, filha doente, (alias, ainda estao), alguns desentendimentos... stress...&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, agradeco a Deus pelos obstaculos. Porque so atraves DELES mesmo, eh que&lt;br /&gt;eu consigo enxergar melhor as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;... Nao adianta mae, marido, amigos, seja la quem for falar...sou do tipo que tenho que sofrer&lt;br /&gt;pra crer! Mas ta bom! O importante eh que a gente caminha pra frente nao eh mesmo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi dar uma GUINADA drastica na minha vida. To me afastando de quem me faz mal, e me achegando aqueles que me fazem bem...&lt;br /&gt;... Maridex e eu tivemos uma conversa bem seria sobre nossas vidas e decidimos por algumas mudancas RADICAIS que logo logo voces vao saber...&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi que nao vou voltar a trabalhar por enquanto... quero curtir mais minha filha (aproveitar enquanto posso) e na hora em que aparecer um "perfect scenario" pra mim, ai sim, decido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente,  estou muito feliz. Como eh bom quando a gente consegue enxergar melhor as coisas nao eh verdade? Sabe aquela coisa de voce dar, dar, dar e nao receber? Pois eh! tenho muito disto na minha vida e estou saindo fora... Quero pessoas perto de mim que me respeitem, que ADICIONEM e nao que me SUGUEM ...&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga Char, que nao falo muito nela (nem eu sei porque, visto que ela eh tao presente na minha vida), tem estado comigo 100% nesses momentos dificeis dos ultimos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que agradecer a DEUS de joelhos por ter uma AMIGA tao fiel, tao amorosa, tao especial como ela.&lt;br /&gt;Ama minha filha. Faz de tudo por ela. Nos visita sempre e mesmo que a gente nao se encontre, nos falamos todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;A Izzy ganhou tantas coisas que nao da nem pra listar aqui... mas gostaria de destacar o presente que a Char deu pra ela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um BALDE DE PRAIA (bem estilo Pascoa Americana) cheio de badulaques pra Izzy... tiaras de cabelo, giz colorido, relogio de princesa, corda, doces, pirulitos, coelhinho de chocolate, escova de dentes da DORA, pastinha de dente....e convites pra ir ao CIRCO -  Um mimo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Semana passada quando a Izzy comecou a ficar doentinha, ela passou aqui depois de trabalhar um dia inteirinho (Ela eh enfermeira), so pra trazer um HAPPY MEAL do Mc Donalds pra ela...&lt;br /&gt;Nao tem preco nao eh mesmo?? Char, apesar de voce nao ler portugues, prometo que assim que puder, traduzo isto pra voce..&lt;br /&gt;VOCE EH A MELHOR PESSOA QUE EU JA CONHECI NA MINHA VIDA....&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por vc existir! Te amo de todo coracao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradecer tbem a Tia do Dan pelo basket cheio de doces, chocolate, vestidos... e a todos que participaram somehow da nossa Pascoa!&lt;br /&gt;Amamos voces!&lt;br /&gt;Renata, Dan and Izzy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3951989477932323487?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3951989477932323487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3951989477932323487' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3951989477932323487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3951989477932323487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/04/pascoa-happy-easter.html' title='PASCOA - HAPPY EASTER!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SeUAMEKobEI/AAAAAAAABwc/CYX2SjEMJM0/s72-c/DSC09159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3104241851949166906</id><published>2009-03-31T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T05:01:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUNCH OF THINGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SdLEYgmcF2I/AAAAAAAABwM/9VQ4oRXsJFM/s1600-h/danandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319530035225040738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SdLEYgmcF2I/AAAAAAAABwM/9VQ4oRXsJFM/s400/danandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;FOTINHO DO ANIVER DO MARIDEX: 30 TRINTAO! BEMVINDO AMORE MIO A CASA DOS 30 - HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aniver do maridex foi 10. Fiz um jantar aqui em casa so para os familiares "bemproximos"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genteeee... a economia esta um caco. Todo mundo sabe, mas pra dizer a verdade, nao pensei que fosse me atingir. Nao que eu nao considere meu trabalho importante, mas eh que eh um "simples part time" e agora.. ja era...&lt;br /&gt;Meu boss (um conceituado advogado de Causas Legais eTrials) perdeu o emprego sexta passada e consequentemente.. perdi o meu. A principio fiquei chocada, nao estava esperando, demorou ate um tempinho pra cair a ficha, e eh so agora que estou sentindo falta dos meninos e do trabalho que desenvolviamos juntos...Mas ta bom. Antes eu do que o Dan, nao eh mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito o tempo pra curtir mais minha filhinha, fazer Aula de danca que comecei esta semana com minha amiga Char e tbem pra ir mais a academia. Agora nao tem desculpa. Tempo eh o que nao falta.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, gracas a Antonella-Telmita, peguei um free lance de TRADUTORA. Fiz um trabalho com um casal brasileiro numa clinica e foi maravilhoso!!! O gente boa essa brasileiraiada de Sao Paulo viu??? rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Estou super empolgada com a formatura do Maridex que vai ser dia 24 de abril.. To que nao me aguento de orgulho.. foram 5 anos.. nao da nem pra acreditar.. mas agora, gracas a Deus, chegou o momento de colhermos os frutos!!!&lt;br /&gt;O Jantar sera num lugar chiqueterrimos e nos teremos 15 CONVIDADOS ESPECIAIS, entre amigos e familiares.. Mal posso esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto com mais novis!!&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3104241851949166906?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3104241851949166906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3104241851949166906' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3104241851949166906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3104241851949166906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/03/bunch-of-things.html' title='BUNCH OF THINGS!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SdLEYgmcF2I/AAAAAAAABwM/9VQ4oRXsJFM/s72-c/danandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6806581306224321436</id><published>2009-03-18T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:04:05.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAIU COMO UMA LUVA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/ScGzWZFtHTI/AAAAAAAABv8/HLQfsw9GLe4/s1600-h/ATgAAACwdlAge_27TkTOarzhIgkzzNWwfOoTu0n5tgKxJVLK01tAcDzkvaKmaNnIkLjc7x07OI2shObebJAvDPU0TkMNAJtU9VC0GO3OpetrFCm1dr1CqUS09X7F2w%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314726232547204402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 371px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/ScGzWZFtHTI/AAAAAAAABv8/HLQfsw9GLe4/s400/ATgAAACwdlAge_27TkTOarzhIgkzzNWwfOoTu0n5tgKxJVLK01tAcDzkvaKmaNnIkLjc7x07OI2shObebJAvDPU0TkMNAJtU9VC0GO3OpetrFCm1dr1CqUS09X7F2w%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roubado no blog da Dani-vitrolinha... veio no momento certo.. caiu no meu coracao como balsamo Dani!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo. E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência. Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um não. É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Augusto_Cury/"&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-6806581306224321436?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6806581306224321436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6806581306224321436' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6806581306224321436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6806581306224321436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/03/dedicado-voces-amigas.html' title='CAIU COMO UMA LUVA...'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/ScGzWZFtHTI/AAAAAAAABv8/HLQfsw9GLe4/s72-c/ATgAAACwdlAge_27TkTOarzhIgkzzNWwfOoTu0n5tgKxJVLK01tAcDzkvaKmaNnIkLjc7x07OI2shObebJAvDPU0TkMNAJtU9VC0GO3OpetrFCm1dr1CqUS09X7F2w%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/Sa3h_uLRB5I/AAAAAAAABvw/RW3K6WVNA8A/s72-c/magra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7352007004621165968</id><published>2009-03-01T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:16:36.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>izzy cantando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7aec77fc55624e6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7161561132224541456</id><published>2009-02-28T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:52:02.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABENS PRA MELHOR MAE E VO DO MUNDO!!! - HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SalnvLs2a_I/AAAAAAAABvg/JVGVJ6g587Q/s1600-h/IZZY+AND+MOMMY.jPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SalnvLs2a_I/AAAAAAAABvg/JVGVJ6g587Q/s400/IZZY+AND+MOMMY.jPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307887696125258738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... ESPECIALMENTE PRA DONA RENE... A MELHOR MAE E VOVO DO MUNDOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARABENS MAE!&lt;br /&gt;QUE SAUDADES...&lt;br /&gt;QUE DEUS TE ABENCOE COM MUITOS ANOS DE VIDA, REGADOS DE AMOR, PAZ E MUITA SAUDE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;RENATA, IZZY AND DAN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A IZZY GRAVOU UMA MENSAGEM PRA VOCE - ESPERO QUE GOSTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e35dd78d19222544" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De35dd78d19222544%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36180D042DA1A73DD449240709080003C4C93A4E.134A29C03890A7FB755CE6A1ADE8BAC16F6E8185%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De35dd78d19222544%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdjjUqqsfKqu15QW6kf7H0Xb4UYc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De35dd78d19222544%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36180D042DA1A73DD449240709080003C4C93A4E.134A29C03890A7FB755CE6A1ADE8BAC16F6E8185%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De35dd78d19222544%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdjjUqqsfKqu15QW6kf7H0Xb4UYc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN ENGLISH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!&lt;br /&gt;You are the best Mom and Grandma of the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;We wish you many many more years to come. Blessed with love,&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Health!&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;Renata, Izzy and Dan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7161561132224541456?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e35dd78d19222544&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7161561132224541456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7161561132224541456' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7161561132224541456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7161561132224541456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/02/parabens-pra-melhor-mae-e-vo-do-mundo.html' title='PARABENS PRA MELHOR MAE E VO DO MUNDO!!! - HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SalnvLs2a_I/AAAAAAAABvg/JVGVJ6g587Q/s72-c/IZZY+AND+MOMMY.jPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2585994897470898633</id><published>2009-02-27T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:45:29.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy's Surgery*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SagWZAOFXlI/AAAAAAAABvI/UkOAV6koaVE/s1600-h/ATgAAAD47yAZhdIVcsLvGs0KlauJLmsY2ONmXj6UqeSs046o4GVx4_GaYngJckVvwTeSCBhf8OJhzd_PZmPjiqEexEmCAJtU9VDEGyq45cC2wHXz_Qy2AKTAK30-wQ%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307516779667742290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SagWZAOFXlI/AAAAAAAABvI/UkOAV6koaVE/s400/ATgAAAD47yAZhdIVcsLvGs0KlauJLmsY2ONmXj6UqeSs046o4GVx4_GaYngJckVvwTeSCBhf8OJhzd_PZmPjiqEexEmCAJtU9VDEGyq45cC2wHXz_Qy2AKTAK30-wQ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um milhao de acontecimentos...&lt;br /&gt;O mais importante: &lt;strong&gt;A CIRURGIA DA MINHA IZZY&lt;/strong&gt;* &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307516981498413762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 285px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SagWkwGRAsI/AAAAAAAABvY/4KbcQCg1VjU/s400/ATgAAAAuqmijy4UEMjCnudnk5jNfQS2ZT4W3SERXelNH8TlMh-lBuJjaf7UjFGIt62kVYABYGGX9zrpIpfc8WBTPr-YaAJtU9VAFdYx5rDlhIHetDRrB0C9JkDM6bw%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terca feira, Izzy foi internada pra retirar as amigdalas e adenoides.. A cirurgia correu bem gracas a Deus, porem eu fiquei so o Po! Fiquei super nervosa (como ja era de se esperar), chorei... passei mal bocados... ate o momento em que a vi acordando da anestesia....&lt;br /&gt;Ai que alivio meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela passou a noite ate que bem.. comeu, bebeu, ate o Soro foi retirado da veia...porem no dia seguinte (quarta).. as coisas ja nao foram tao bem... saimos do hospital por volta do horario de almoco, chegamos em casa e ela estava com dor, mas nao queria tomar os remedios... foi uma luta sem sucesso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Conclusao: Nao tomou remedio = comecou a dor= nao comeu nem bebeu nada por causa da dor e ficou doente e desidratada...&lt;br /&gt;Tivemos que voltar as pressas ao Pronto Socorro ontem (quinta) e ela passou a tarde conectada ao soro com remedios... The poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, sexta eh um novo dia e ela esta GRACAS A DEUS bem, muito bem mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Nada como um dia apos o outro... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307516890074570466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SagWfbhH3uI/AAAAAAAABvQ/uQBzOUm8iq8/s400/ATgAAADOXZ0bubTtDC-2j3PxIgNyD-X22pgZfuhnRx1AjNGG6CbMAIAlU2FmUI8mitaN52-hTTqp2-SevBzrfi4mCgqNAJtU9VAgQY4omVU1nwakUpVSWdh-jZdX1Q%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh como diz o famoso e cheesy ditado: Ser mae eh padecer no paraiso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In english:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy's surgery was very difficult for me. I was really nervous and afraid of it.&lt;br /&gt;Even though they do a lot of those procedures every single day, it is still a surgery with risks and very painful.&lt;br /&gt;My heart only calmed down when I saw her waking up from anesthesia. That was such a big&lt;br /&gt;relieve.&lt;br /&gt;The day of the procedure she was feeling great, but the next day things started to change and got really bad on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;We had to take her to E.R in Newton and she was extremely dehydrated. That was sooo scary!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Alexandra was with me and gave me a lot of support.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after few hours connected to another I.V. (poor thing), and taking pain medicine, she came home feeling so much better and has being feeling like this since then. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to our 5th day of the Recovery... One day at a time...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2585994897470898633?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2585994897470898633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2585994897470898633' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2585994897470898633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2585994897470898633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/02/izzys-surgery.html' title='Izzy&apos;s Surgery*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SagWZAOFXlI/AAAAAAAABvI/UkOAV6koaVE/s72-c/ATgAAAD47yAZhdIVcsLvGs0KlauJLmsY2ONmXj6UqeSs046o4GVx4_GaYngJckVvwTeSCBhf8OJhzd_PZmPjiqEexEmCAJtU9VDEGyq45cC2wHXz_Qy2AKTAK30-wQ%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6898692945989917043</id><published>2009-02-15T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:46:31.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>izzy dancando...&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bbc7b358a4863c75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbbc7b358a4863c75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A64ECCAD828A362D0B1B2380B1D7041CECFABC6.72438432B3067B4A315B9EC8B8F2807CBEFF8E8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbbc7b358a4863c75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyUll5ezFn9ymI3r2WcGTBwbk_WU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bbc7b358a4863c75&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6898692945989917043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6898692945989917043' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6898692945989917043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6898692945989917043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/02/izzy-dancando.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-35817540690014940</id><published>2009-02-15T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:30:12.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IZZY NA ESCOLINHA DE BALLET*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e2a50e1e2ace5f7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e2a50e1e2ace5f7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C1F9626810747D7BF4CE74CF826538F642462C3.19366FE396B49FBBA287EC56D083598BFACD7566%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e2a50e1e2ace5f7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRRyKs7gS9fU-yArsKa6FpGC_EVw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENTE, Essa eh a Izzy... no primeiro dia no BOSTON BALLET*&lt;br /&gt;Olha que gracinha minha filhinha... (eta, mae coruja....hihihi!)&lt;br /&gt;bjs a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-35817540690014940?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3e2a50e1e2ace5f7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/35817540690014940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=35817540690014940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/35817540690014940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/35817540690014940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/02/izzy-na-escolinha-de-ballet.html' title='IZZY NA ESCOLINHA DE BALLET*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-5193264424175478075</id><published>2009-02-10T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:16:07.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Genteeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, desculpaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;A vida esta uma loucura esses ultimos tempos! Nao tenho tempo pra escrever nada, nao tenho tempo pra acompanhar o blog de ninguem e um  monte de novidades.. mas nao da pra contar...&lt;br /&gt;No momento, o lance mais importante eh minha CERIMONIA de cidadania americana que vai ser depois de amanha: 12 de Fevereiro de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Aguardem que eu volto com detalhes e fotos!&lt;br /&gt;Bjs e saudades!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-5193264424175478075?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/5193264424175478075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=5193264424175478075' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5193264424175478075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5193264424175478075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/02/genteeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-desculpaaaaa-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3637227584577657421</id><published>2009-01-25T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:54:27.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW FAR SHOULD WE GO WHEN WE CARE ABOUT SOMEONE?</title><content type='html'>I am sure it's hard for some people to accept other people's behaviors and habits. However, I can't stop thinking how huge would be if all of us would give in,  just a little little bit... to see the others happy.&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair and appropriate to let friends &amp;amp; family know how you feel about certain things? Or it's just better let go and swallow the pain?&lt;br /&gt;I know we won't always agree in everything, but, personally, I try to be the kind of person who doesn't see too much inconvenient going out of my way sometimes, to make someone else (that I care about) happy.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's about something I am not personally involved or a big fan, or even something I don't think it's the most important thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;... It's like Reverend Richard used to say, when I "used to go" to church:&lt;br /&gt;"- It's all about relationships ... and Love, I would add to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For 2009: LET'S PICK OUR BATTLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In portuguese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Eu entendo que muitas vezes eh dificil aceitar o comportamento e habitos de outras pessoas, porem, um pensamento nao me foge a mente:&lt;br /&gt;"- Quao maravilhoso nao seria o mundo, se todos nos contribuissemos um pouquinho na delicada saga de fazer, "ou tentar fazer" as outras pessoas felizes."&lt;br /&gt;Sera que eh apropriado e ok informarmos aos amigos e familiares sobre circunstancias que nos magoam ou ate mesmo irritam?&lt;br /&gt;... Sabe aquelas cosinhas chatas que amigos e familiares insistem em fazer e nos deixam fora do ar? Ou sera que a melhor opcao eh simplesmente contar ate 10 (as vezes ate 1000) e engolir o sapo? Afinal estamos falando de AMIGOS E FAMILIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei la, por outro lado, justamente por se tratar de pessoas tao proximas da gente, as vezes penso que talvez seria mais indicado agirmos com honestidade e transparencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, pra ser sincera, eu nao sei, mas parto do principio de que nao custa nada, (ou pelo menos, muito pouco) sair da rotina algumas vezes so pra fazer um ente querido feliz...&lt;br /&gt;... Ate mesmo quando nao julgamos a tal "coisa" tao importante...&lt;br /&gt;Eh como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;costumava dizer&lt;/span&gt;  o Reverendo da igreja  que eu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "costumava" ir&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"- It's all about relationships"... e eu adicionaria ainda...  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra 2009! Vamos escolher a dedo nossas lutas! Nao vale a pena brigar por tudo e com todos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3637227584577657421?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3637227584577657421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3637227584577657421' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3637227584577657421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3637227584577657421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-far-should-we-go-when-we-care-about.html' title='HOW FAR SHOULD WE GO WHEN WE CARE ABOUT SOMEONE?'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2301395935031717077</id><published>2009-01-19T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:00:11.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SXTPPaQIftI/AAAAAAAABp4/4onRagcZlTg/s1600-h/dobradinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SXTPPaQIftI/AAAAAAAABp4/4onRagcZlTg/s400/dobradinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293083325719150290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SXTPIiEPdhI/AAAAAAAABpw/XQvjT5JOKFk/s1600-h/uggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SXTPIiEPdhI/AAAAAAAABpw/XQvjT5JOKFk/s400/uggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293083207557674514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;INDICO 1000%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Maridex chiqueterrimo ja havia me dito umas 3x sobre a tal "UGG boots"... Nao dei muita atencao, porque sempre achei sapato/bota bico fino a marca registrada da mulher sexy...&lt;br /&gt;... Ah como eu estava enganada...Bem que se ve que sou "brasileira" hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, passeando pela Newbury Street (rua chiquerrima com todas as lojas de grife de Boston), maridex, mais uma vez me mostrou a Tal Bota... eu.. nem tchum...&lt;br /&gt;Ate que, + um inverno em Boston e ...&lt;br /&gt;Puffff! Caio dinovo no bendito drive way aqui de casa... Nao me conformo.. mesmo depois de passar 10 invernos nos Estados Unidos da America, ainda nao caiu a ficha de que preciso de SNOW BOOTS!!!fg&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, resolvi seguir conselho do Maridex e entrei no Site da Victoria Secret pra achar algo legal pra Neve e lindo ao mesmo tempo, porem,  pra minha surpresa me deparei com uma quantidade ate que boa de modelos diferentes de UGG Australia e detalhe: bem BONITAS!&lt;br /&gt;Gente, me apaixonei... Literalmente...&lt;br /&gt;Comprei 2 pares (uma marronzinha, de couro e suede - a prova d'gua/snow) e a classica "Chestnut" color with braid... e pele de carneiro)....&lt;br /&gt;A Bendita chegou hoje... agorinha mesmo e quase nao quero tira-la do pe!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amei!!! Vale a pena com certeza gastar $200.00... Vcs nao vao se arrepender...&lt;br /&gt;Fora que elas sao extremamente quentinhas e com tracao na sola (pra neve)... Se eu cair de novo... ai eh pra avacalhar mesmo ne? hihihi!&lt;br /&gt;Essa eh a de couro com suede que pode ir na neve sem problema...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SXTPWthnveI/AAAAAAAABqA/nyx7Q-cfq24/s1600-h/ugg+couro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SXTPWthnveI/AAAAAAAABqA/nyx7Q-cfq24/s400/ugg+couro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293083451151859170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had told me about these boots so long ago...&lt;br /&gt;... I never being too interested because I personally thought they were a little UGGly..hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Boy I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;After going through one more awful winter and falling again in our drive way I decided to purchase snow boots...&lt;br /&gt;... I wasn't really looking for UGG boots but I was surprised when I saw them at Victoria Secret website...&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like them.. I ordered a pair of the Classic Braid Ultimate ones (chestnut color) and they arrived yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;... I absolutely loved them!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I lived without them for so long.. I also had purchased the leather weather proof ones in the picture above a week ago and I loved it as well!&lt;br /&gt;If you want a suggestion for Boots... I indicate 100% the UGG boots! Any type, any color... They are just so comfortable and stylish!&lt;br /&gt;Good One Dan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2301395935031717077?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2301395935031717077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2301395935031717077' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2301395935031717077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2301395935031717077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/01/indico-1000.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SXTPPaQIftI/AAAAAAAABp4/4onRagcZlTg/s72-c/dobradinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-1520148279840595030</id><published>2009-01-07T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:58:08.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IZZY'S 1ST DAY AT PRE SCHOOL*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYfHyDYvGI/AAAAAAAABnE/uHrWhA5E7bE/s1600-h/DSC08017.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWWKEZkPVfI/AAAAAAAABms/yYzrYAIST1U/s1600-h/DSC07990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288785145603511794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWWKEZkPVfI/AAAAAAAABms/yYzrYAIST1U/s400/DSC07990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Izzy's first Day at Pre School*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I would like to thank you all for the lovely emails asking about how was Izzy’s first day at school. It means so much to us !&lt;br /&gt;It was Great!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy and mommy woke up about 7:30 am on Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a little while to get her lunch, snack, drinks, extra clothes and get her ready to go, but it was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing everything I was supposed to do in order to get her to school, all my pregnancy memories were going through my mind and I was so amazed by the fact that our little girl is big enough to go to school already.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I met Dan not too long ago! Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;We got to the YMCA Newton Program around 8:15 am and she was so overwhelmed by the cute room with all those toys and colorful things hanging everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lia (her teacher), was so warm and welcomed Izzy with open arms. After a few minutes of talking and checking Izzy’s spot in the class, it was time to leave and all I said was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“-Bye sweetie, Mommy and Daddy will pick you up at 1:00 pm, only a few hours from now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Her answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“- Bye Mommy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I could not believe it!&lt;br /&gt;* Dan and I met at the Y around 1:00 and we were able to get into the class room without being noticed by Izzy, and we were able to watch her a little bit!&lt;br /&gt;We were so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lia told us she was so good! She ate her entire lunch (except for her tomatoes) and asked about us 3 times, but was ok with the fact we were coming back to pick her up!&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing and happy day for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzy: WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYe0wtyhtI/AAAAAAAABm8/xYSVmVSTikw/s1600-h/DSC07996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYe0wtyhtI/AAAAAAAABm8/xYSVmVSTikw/s400/DSC07996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288948704172213970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYfHyDYvGI/AAAAAAAABnE/uHrWhA5E7bE/s1600-h/DSC08017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYfHyDYvGI/AAAAAAAABnE/uHrWhA5E7bE/s400/DSC08017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288949030948748386" border="0" /&gt;g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYiYv6Eo_I/AAAAAAAABoM/VkdUM061tog/s1600-h/DSC07999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYiYv6Eo_I/AAAAAAAABoM/VkdUM061tog/s400/DSC07999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288952620965471218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYfHyDYvGI/AAAAAAAABnE/uHrWhA5E7bE/s1600-h/DSC08017.JPG"&gt;h&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYel3lU-9I/AAAAAAAABm0/GlaQMTLFw7I/s1600-h/DSC07978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYel3lU-9I/AAAAAAAABm0/GlaQMTLFw7I/s400/DSC07978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288948448317733842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYhJzZi-RI/AAAAAAAABnk/mni1YMjyvSk/s1600-h/DSC08012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYhJzZi-RI/AAAAAAAABnk/mni1YMjyvSk/s400/DSC08012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288951264693123346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYiDO9fK0I/AAAAAAAABoE/DFdXks1_Tu4/s1600-h/DSC08024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYiDO9fK0I/AAAAAAAABoE/DFdXks1_Tu4/s400/DSC08024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288952251344169794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Portuguese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Primeiro dia de Escolinha da Izzy!&lt;br /&gt;Foi maravihoso! Obrigada por todos os emails perguntando sobre como tudo se passou! Eu e o Dan nos sentimos muito felizes com o interesse e o carinho de todos!&lt;br /&gt;Terca feira dia 06 de Janeiro de 2009, quase 7:40 da manha (acordamos)…&lt;br /&gt;Eu me levanto toda entusiasmada, vou a cozinha, preparo um lanche fresquinho pra Izzy, preparei seu snack e seus drinkes e fui ao quarto acorda-la.&lt;br /&gt;Ela, como sempre, no maior mau humor, acordou e ja ficou irritadinha que eu estava com a camera nas maos, tirando fotos e gravando o “big moment” rsrsrs.&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos a escola por volta da 8:15 e ela ficou toda encantada com a sala de aula toda colorida e com desenhoss e badulaques por toda a parte!&lt;br /&gt;Senhorita Lia, (a professora) se apresentou, e a recebeu de bracos abertos, mostrou o banheirinho com duas privadinhas e cortininhas pra privacidade das criancas, mostrou onde lava as maozinhas, onde seca, mostrou onde pendura o casaco e a mochilinha… tudo muito colorido e cute!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de acertamos alguns detalhes, chega a hora da separacao.. Coracao aperta… primeira vez que deixo minha filhinhaa numa escola (so com estranhos! Snif, snif! Rs)&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho pra ela e digo:&lt;br /&gt;“- Bye Izzy! Mommy e daddy vamos voltar a uma hora pra te pegar ok?”&lt;br /&gt;Resposta dela:&lt;br /&gt;“- bye mommy!”&lt;br /&gt;Eh mole?&lt;br /&gt;E eu toda chorosa, parti, rumo ao meu carro..&lt;br /&gt;Meio perdida sem saber o que fazer sem meu bebe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm me encontro com maridex no estacionamento da escola, chegamos a tempo de ve-la sentadinha e pudemos observar como ela se enturmou rapido!&lt;br /&gt;A professora disse que ela foi um “docinho de coco”.. .comeu o snack e o lanchinho, exceto pelos tomatinhos que eu coloquei (that figures hum?)&lt;br /&gt;Qdo elas nos viu, abriu os bracinhos e veio correndo ao encontro do daddy que a abracou e cheio de orgulho encheu-a de beijinhos e perguntas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que dia maravilhoso! Vai ficar na historia!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy: Parabens filhinha! Estamos muito orgulhosos de voce! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-1520148279840595030?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/1520148279840595030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=1520148279840595030' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1520148279840595030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1520148279840595030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/01/izzys-1st-day-at-pre-school.html' title='IZZY&apos;S 1ST DAY AT PRE SCHOOL*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWWKEZkPVfI/AAAAAAAABms/yYzrYAIST1U/s72-c/DSC07990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3697775115144304702</id><published>2009-01-07T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:06:13.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniver da Izzy*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYkTk7r_5I/AAAAAAAABo8/w7odeYX88XM/s1600-h/DSC07970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYkTk7r_5I/AAAAAAAABo8/w7odeYX88XM/s400/DSC07970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288954731143364498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVh_f-UzhI/AAAAAAAABkw/rpVh8qpZ8C0/s1600-h/usizzy3rdbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288741080959077906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 253px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVh_f-UzhI/AAAAAAAABkw/rpVh8qpZ8C0/s400/usizzy3rdbday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzy’s 3rd birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;04 de janeiro de 2009! Aniversario da Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;Nao levando em consideracao alguns agravantes, eu posso dizer que foi exatamente o que eu e o Dan esperavamos.&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo compareceu e as criancas se comportaram (sem sombra de duvidas) melhor que os adultos.&lt;br /&gt;Sentadinhos na mesa principal, pareciam um grupo de homenzinhos e mulheres, comendo num restaurante! So cute! Essa galerinha realmente merece nossos Parabens!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy se divertiu muiiiiito !!! E Nos, nos divertimos so de olhar!&lt;br /&gt;Queria agradecer aos amigos e familiares que compareceram e Meus sinceros agradecimentos pelos presentes generosos e o carinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288744152443669218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVkySJUSuI/AAAAAAAABlA/WKk2waj_5mw/s400/ATgAAADXOZXNW40AuEYh5FX3Tn7IMj1gwjZWvfkLGwtF-jq5ttpMV8PkP9KcxBkJn5CWPOMRYfwGbQFrZpK6x1ihguVSAJtU9VC4WUranZgDwoWZnHzIXt3Hz27-xw%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288747509409937730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVn1r0ceUI/AAAAAAAABlY/Jy57oNcgB8A/s400/ATgAAAC9RsTQYpcvlZGTRUFr5pKBLFxx9B28Y2H3dmCBwTVejPH1jfMPP9KJKETr0sGvf8vO4gkFAmeqqjFRSoHGb0I9AJtU9VApgCaa8qKCi5MkcnFhqEEQJNb7Og%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYjPdHCnmI/AAAAAAAABoc/7-d6zKPX3U0/s1600-h/DSC07939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYjPdHCnmI/AAAAAAAABoc/7-d6zKPX3U0/s400/DSC07939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288953560812396130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In English:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 4th of 2009, Izzy’s 3rd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy’s party, went great!&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so well behaved and we were so pleased with everything!&lt;br /&gt;Our special thanks to all friends and Family! Thank you all for the generous gifts and mainly for your presence and love. It means a lot to us that you all made an effort to come and share this very special time with us!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy and the kids had so much fun! What else could we ask for? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288745023409124146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVlk-vqczI/AAAAAAAABlI/2EsUi7K5XNQ/s400/DSC07939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYjzwi-bkI/AAAAAAAABos/94d0LIiWSEo/s1600-h/DSC07957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYjzwi-bkI/AAAAAAAABos/94d0LIiWSEo/s400/DSC07957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288954184505126466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288746037081134194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVmf-951HI/AAAAAAAABlQ/u8ig9RDmRyo/s400/DSC07934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3697775115144304702?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3697775115144304702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3697775115144304702' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3697775115144304702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3697775115144304702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/01/aniver-da-izzy.html' title='Aniver da Izzy*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWYkTk7r_5I/AAAAAAAABo8/w7odeYX88XM/s72-c/DSC07970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6697241637375408717</id><published>2009-01-01T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:10:56.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVzXhJpo7LI/AAAAAAAABkY/zctun1F4YMk/s1600-h/DSC07791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVzXhJpo7LI/AAAAAAAABkY/zctun1F4YMk/s400/DSC07791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286337027152342194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FeLiZ aNo NoVo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano que passou foi um ano abencoado pra mim e minha familia! (mais um, gracas a Deus)!&lt;br /&gt;A Deus so tenho que agradecer por tudo! Pela &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAUDE&lt;/span&gt; da minha familia, amigos e minha! Pelas oportunidades recebidas, Pelas bencaos de toda ordem, Pelo carinho dos amigos e da Familia, pelas briguinhas imaturas que me fizeram amadurecer, pelas bobeiras que me fizeram rir, pelo dinheiro juntado e guardado, pelas travessuras da minha filhinha que me emocionaram e me fizeram rir... chorar... pelo meu marido maravilhoso e pe no saco, pelos amigos que me visitaram no meu blog e me deixaram um comentario engracado, profundo ou simplesmente um oi!&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lord,  sao tantas as bencaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra este ano, minha listinha eh grande, mas vou me esforcar, prometo, abaixo deixo registrado alguns objetivos pra este ano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVzX_vuffuI/AAAAAAAABko/VGu0ILmux7o/s1600-h/DSC07787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVzX_vuffuI/AAAAAAAABko/VGu0ILmux7o/s400/DSC07787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286337552769318626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009 RESOLUTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ser Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;- Cuidar mais de mim (inclui ir mais a academia "nao so ficar pagando, hehehe")&lt;br /&gt;- Don't sweat the small stuff! (essa, eu quero ver! kakakaka)&lt;br /&gt;- Atingir meu goal na balanca!&lt;br /&gt;- Gastar menos!&lt;br /&gt;- Trabalhar mais!&lt;br /&gt;- Ir a Disney novamente (com a Izzy this time!)&lt;br /&gt;- Ir ao Brasil&lt;br /&gt;- Voltar a Igreja (passou da hora)&lt;br /&gt;- Ignorar a inveja e sacanagem alheia! (esse povo precisa de reza brava!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, Ser uma pessoa ainda melhor! todos nos, temos espaco para Improvement e eu com certeza quero trabalhar DURO no meu este ano!&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo no coracao de todos voces, meus amigos queridos! Muito Amor e Felicidade neste Novo Ano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;Um more year started and I have so much to Thank for the past year!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all the undeserving blessings! Thanks for my daughter Isabella, for my huby Dan, my mother, my family and friends! thank for the opportunities, all the great things, thanks for the bad things that helped me grow and mature, thanks for my husband's job, my job and thanks for the privilege for being a good place in every aspect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my dear friends who stopped sometime in the middle of their busy schedule, only to read what we are up to and leave a little comment! I SO APPRECIATED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I would like to achieve in the new Year, I will just registry in this post some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;SOME OF MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION TOPICS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be Happy!&lt;br /&gt;- Take BETTER care of myself&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the gYm! (Stop just keep paying)&lt;br /&gt;- Achieve my goal in the scale (the real one, the original one) - God help me! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;- Don't sweat the small stuff&lt;br /&gt;- Work more if I can&lt;br /&gt;- Spend less&lt;br /&gt;- Save more&lt;br /&gt;- Take Izzy to Disney&lt;br /&gt;- Visit my mother and family in Brazil&lt;br /&gt;- Come back to church&lt;br /&gt;- Respect and ACCEPT people's behaviors and choices without being upset&lt;br /&gt;- Do more without EXPECT return&lt;br /&gt;- Try to ignore jealousy and d.b  people (pray for them, instead be upset)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Year, one more opportunity for improvement on my self! I sure need it and appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all of You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-6697241637375408717?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6697241637375408717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6697241637375408717' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6697241637375408717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6697241637375408717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-ano-novo-este-ano-que-passou-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVzXhJpo7LI/AAAAAAAABkY/zctun1F4YMk/s72-c/DSC07791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3786769961983266565</id><published>2008-12-29T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:29:17.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVrwFVvU3I/AAAAAAAABlg/jgfvlEJO_bA/s1600-h/ATgAAAAeETrmomUlTqdgWs7EX9Wya51KbJeeYaKPzLPRaNdIv4P-tGBJGws9Ou1x7rrGJU1CZHLUGUtwnJem88IjZjfAAJtU9VCvcjS55YRnl5gKnocQMBoDxMrFIw%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288751811227767666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVrwFVvU3I/AAAAAAAABlg/jgfvlEJO_bA/s400/ATgAAAAeETrmomUlTqdgWs7EX9Wya51KbJeeYaKPzLPRaNdIv4P-tGBJGws9Ou1x7rrGJU1CZHLUGUtwnJem88IjZjfAAJtU9VCvcjS55YRnl5gKnocQMBoDxMrFIw%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gente, o Natal passou e eu nem postei nada sobre a vespera e o Natal em si! Mas tbem sao tantas as coisas!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288752148943292482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVsDvbZSEI/AAAAAAAABlw/XUP70AvMy2A/s400/ATgAAADwQHPzyJ6wx138PRRQMjfN3vrZOPJmfRpoCGyey03RcGbUghjfgNMDV4YxaZLKxrdXwBSgSxNp6ewgmpkruXI2AJtU9VBk8_tIYaSZwSNb6_PMEIczWCdwRQ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha so, a Vespera de Natal nos passamos na minha sogra (eu com minha familia e a familia da Telmita marmita) como fazemos todos os anos e foi bem legal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288753500471996290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVtSaQ8r4I/AAAAAAAABl4/1X7QkVDco2M/s400/ATgAAAA_4v1Dj0-t3Q5rJB05-rpl53-PAjSOR18Jvr3jsiuWSVKoo5Y-VnlyOmueNePErDNFyRUs1rgZB2XmjROsTSxhAJtU9VB6sF0huuWS_jD7pFrPWD6z6NifwA%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juju and Izzy trocaram gifts and o jantar estava divino como sempre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288751963250890402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVr47q4FqI/AAAAAAAABlo/r_s6OG4sp2s/s400/ATgAAABw7igsSs7r3Vn2Dpso1oYFNcwC7UEERAnuxx6PezIsD6H4upTAWdaCsps_d_NKcPAfhwFDQoAdD6XW55Ct-Uu1AJtU9VDrxIANyc4PbJgxgEpQ5AIG-iX0FQ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* O dia de Natal, nos celebramos coincidentemente "na minha sogrinha" de novo!!! eh que a vespera cai cada ano em uma casa e este ano foi a vez dela! Foi gostoso! As criancas ate cansaram de tanto abrir presentes e mais uma vez eu nao me cansei de pensar o quao abencoada eh minha filha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288753613086210114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVtY9yROEI/AAAAAAAABmA/uw-t8gUh43Q/s400/ATgAAACCGKwQWzVI5FtRoOSaefYHaTsx7L3kh_JplN3oE3iSxApivoxCCbWrEZRi01Qmj7tkaKR9HhoLICAmXQgBryK2AJtU9VBW-RxWmgamEHn95yups4CQPBOWSQ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Era tudo tao diferente na minha epoca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada, obrigada e obrigada a todos meus amigos e familiares, pelo Amor, pela presenca, pelos presentes que alegraram minha filhinha, porem, o meu mais profundo agradecimento vai a vcs pelo simples fato de vcs existirem e me fazerem tao feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I already made a post about my New Years, but, didn't do Christmas yet! What's wrong with me? lol. I can't believe how busy I am! Jesss!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve and Day we spent in my in-laws home. Christmas Eve with Telma, Roger and Juju and Christmas Day with the WIL-TOM FAMILY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids, once again, had so much fun and thousands of gifts to open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't control not to think in my childhood! How different things were back then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though, it's fun to watch Izzy opening so many gifts, I am very concern about how she will appreciate things in life, since life brings her so much material things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite our effort to make Christmas being simple as can be, there are too much going on and we feel that we can't control  it, and this feeling is kind of difficult to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Christmas is my favorite Holiday and  we are raising Izzy to learn, love and appreciate Christmas for what it really represents and not for what it brings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3786769961983266565?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3786769961983266565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3786769961983266565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3786769961983266565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3786769961983266565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2009/01/gente-o-natal-passou-e-eu-nem-postei.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SWVrwFVvU3I/AAAAAAAABlg/jgfvlEJO_bA/s72-c/ATgAAAAeETrmomUlTqdgWs7EX9Wya51KbJeeYaKPzLPRaNdIv4P-tGBJGws9Ou1x7rrGJU1CZHLUGUtwnJem88IjZjfAAJtU9VCvcjS55YRnl5gKnocQMBoDxMrFIw%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2951221440484467996</id><published>2008-12-26T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:51:08.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVWJNssEbLI/AAAAAAAABkA/gUTY0WVnBTY/s1600-h/asec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVWJNssEbLI/AAAAAAAABkA/gUTY0WVnBTY/s400/asec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284280606216449202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes de dezembro eh muito louco nao eh nao minha gente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To aqui que quase nao consigo dormir pensando nas coisas que tenho que fazer, nos appetizers que tenho que preparar, nos presentes que tenho que embrulhar, nos ultimos preparativos de Natal... as stockings do Dan e da Izzy, a corda da Juju que nao acho em nenhum lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai ai ai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabado passado, comemoramos o Natal com os "amigos" na casa da Ana Paula e do Rudy! Foi legal e nos divertimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amigo secreto foi bem divertido. o Bill (namorado da Gica lilica) me tirou e me deu (a Gi, me deu, of course), um set de calcinhas da Victoria Secret que eu amei :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Cida tirou o Dan e deu a ele uma blusa linda azulzinho bebe com listrinhas azul marinho bem fofa mesmo! Ele amou e ja vestiu na hora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O caipira viu? nem espera ! parece crianca! hihihi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As criancas tbem se divertiram muito:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVWJlCqvaCI/AAAAAAAABkQ/vuvbeH11yy4/s1600-h/DSC07494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVWJlCqvaCI/AAAAAAAABkQ/vuvbeH11yy4/s400/DSC07494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284281007253448738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In English:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The month of december is insane! I don't stop one second! I am here almost midnight writing on my blog, thinking in all the things I need to get done for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things and parties happening all the same time! Last saturday we celebrated Christmas with FRIENDS at Ana Paula's house and was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secret Santa Bill gave me a set from Victoria Secret ( loved it) - thank you Bill and Dan got a very nice sweater from Cida (his secret santa). He loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a lot of fun as well. Izzy and Juju got a doll house that I bought for them and played with it for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was delicious (thank you Angela) and it was a very pleasant night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2951221440484467996?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2951221440484467996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2951221440484467996' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2951221440484467996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2951221440484467996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/12/mes-de-dezembro-eh-muito-louco-nao-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SVWJNssEbLI/AAAAAAAABkA/gUTY0WVnBTY/s72-c/asec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3900040633801797066</id><published>2008-12-15T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:40:02.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Aniver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgJMMCPO0I/AAAAAAAABhw/dMRYAP1BGt0/s1600-h/re25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgJMMCPO0I/AAAAAAAABhw/dMRYAP1BGt0/s400/re25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280480668085599042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, nao tem melhor presente no mundo do que ter AMIGOS  nao eh verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fofoca, conversinha, bola fora, abalam.. mas nao destroem uma AMIZADE verdadeira e eh essa a magia da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgJAuCLMkI/AAAAAAAABhg/1kzLZh9KH9o/s1600-h/re20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgJAuCLMkI/AAAAAAAABhg/1kzLZh9KH9o/s400/re20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280480471053709890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 de Dezembro, sabado, foi meu aniver e eu dei uma festinha aqui em casa .. bem a la "Renata" e foi uma delicia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgJSyzVnII/AAAAAAAABh4/Gj4YCR9W-Nk/s1600-h/re33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgJSyzVnII/AAAAAAAABh4/Gj4YCR9W-Nk/s400/re33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280480781571300482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So convidei gente legal e especial e como nao podia perder a oportunidade de agradecer, deixo aqui os meus mais sinceros agradecimentos a minhas amigas do peito: (Telmita, Clau, Char, Ana Paula e Gi)... e claro que nao poderia esquecer do MEUS AMIGOS DO PEITO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emmerson and Marcos!! Vcs sao demais!!! Deram um toque apimentado na minha festa e me fizeram a maior surpresa!! Amo voces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgIsVnC0CI/AAAAAAAABhI/0g7D_R36bUk/s1600-h/re15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgIsVnC0CI/AAAAAAAABhI/0g7D_R36bUk/s400/re15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280480120900079650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maridex, mais uma vez foi THE BEST! Me ajudou pra caramba com tudo, limpou as cervejinhas geladas que espatifaram no chao (culpa do Roger man) rsrsrs e ainda me deu de presente (como se nao bastassem todos os gifts que ele ja havia me dado), dois tipos de Karaokes pra eu me divertir com a Galera!&lt;br /&gt;Nao da pra reclamar ne gente?! A unica coisa eh que ... eu ate que poderia ter uma vozinha um pouco melhor ne??? rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito abencoada gracas a Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great time on my birthday!Only few friends, lots of alcohol and excitement !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for all the generous gifts and for the most special thing: Your presence!&lt;br /&gt;I had such a good time and I hope everyone had fun as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgI61PwIDI/AAAAAAAABhY/wkCzT6Pr1uw/s1600-h/re18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgI61PwIDI/AAAAAAAABhY/wkCzT6Pr1uw/s400/re18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280480369910489138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgIzpIdRAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/iTCgPwWle-8/s1600-h/re16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgIzpIdRAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/iTCgPwWle-8/s400/re16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280480246399583234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3900040633801797066?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3900040633801797066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3900040633801797066' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3900040633801797066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3900040633801797066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/12/meu-aniver.html' title='Meu Aniver!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUgJMMCPO0I/AAAAAAAABhw/dMRYAP1BGt0/s72-c/re25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2915353888426958345</id><published>2008-12-11T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:59:13.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUHV1HvcDMI/AAAAAAAABgw/Ma6aehvp91o/s1600-h/DSC07378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278735346842733762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUHV1HvcDMI/AAAAAAAABgw/Ma6aehvp91o/s400/DSC07378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milhoes de festinhas de fim-de-ano rolando.. nuss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabado passado, foi a festinha da Union (sindicato o qual pertence maridex). Foi muito legal, apesar da fila que enfrentamos pra ver Papai Noel e ganhar presentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telmita nao quis ir, pra variar. Sempre acha um jeitinho de dar o bolo na gente, mas tudo bem, levamos a Juju e essas duas se divertiram um tanto viu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois De sentar no colinho do Velhinho mais meigo do mundo e comer pipoca de cafe-da-manha (vai ser sem senso assim la na &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cazadugarai&lt;/span&gt;), me diz ai quem eh que serve pipoca e cookies com coca-cola de drink numa festa de criancas?? rsrsrs Anyway, depois de enchermos a panca (le-se: panssa), fomos ao KIDS PLAYGROUND com as criancas, incluido Dmac e sua prole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi muito divertido, Juju e Izzy se esbaldaram e eu acabei tendo a oportunidade de acertar todos os detalhes do aniver da Izzy com o pessoal do escritorio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decidimos! vamos fazer a festinha dela la no playground! o tema: Dora the explorer! Acho que vai ser bem legal! mal posso esperar, ela adora o playground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algumas fotinhos ai pra nao nos deixar mentir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nemermo&lt;/span&gt;? hihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last saturday we went to the Union Christmas Party with Izzy and Juju.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telmita, once again, skipped on us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had so much fun, even with the long wait and the huge line waiting to meet the most cute and charming Santa Claus! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Izzy got a beautiful Christmas Barbie and Juju got a very fun game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For breakfast they had popcorn and cookies and coke for drinks (don't ask me where they got this healthy idea - lol), anyway, we had a lot of fun and the kids had a great time, which is the most important thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to KIDS PLAYGROUND where we will have Izzy's 3rd b-day party. DMac and his daughters came along for some fun and it was a real great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2915353888426958345?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2915353888426958345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2915353888426958345' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2915353888426958345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2915353888426958345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/12/milhoes-de-festinhas-de-fim-de-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SUHV1HvcDMI/AAAAAAAABgw/Ma6aehvp91o/s72-c/DSC07378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4907814781464470566</id><published>2008-12-02T17:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:03:34.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTA CLAUS WAS VERY GENEROUS THIS YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STh9Ut8pi7I/AAAAAAAABgQ/iTchHYyK5wU/s1600-h/DSC07062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STh9Ut8pi7I/AAAAAAAABgQ/iTchHYyK5wU/s400/DSC07062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276104758349368242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STXcIGB8aFI/AAAAAAAABfI/zxE3qGIwrw0/s1600-h/red+laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STXcIGB8aFI/AAAAAAAABfI/zxE3qGIwrw0/s400/red+laptop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275364570150234194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente,  &lt;s&gt;Papai Noel  &lt;/s&gt; maridao (para os mais intimos) , chegou com a corda toda este ano!&lt;br /&gt;Generosissimo, hubby me fez a mulher mais feliz do mundo! (Ta certo que pentelhei o coitado pra caramba.. mas isso nao vem ao caso) hihihihihihi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ha tempos que eu estava querendo um laptop, um GPS,  e minha flat screen pra salinha, mas nao pensei que os tres viriam juntos ..&lt;br /&gt;Ha alguns meses atras, maridao me ofereceu um laptop novissimo se eu atingisse meu objetivo diet...Disse ele que era um "incentive" pro meu novo "goal"...&lt;br /&gt;Quase cheguei la, prometi mundos e fundos, mas comecei me estressar e meio que "gave up"... por hora.&lt;br /&gt;... Gente, com esse monte de coisas rolando nos meses de novembro e dezembro, nao ha diet que resista ne? E depois ja to bem contentinha com os resultados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mandei bem na minha jornada diet (mesmo sem atingir o goal), e tbem passei no teste da imigracao... acho que mereco um mimo, nao mereco??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixonei pelo Laptop da Dell (O Vermelhinho), mas, depois da "Black Friday", o bendito, desapareceu do mercado!!! (e a midia ainda insiste que o povo americano esta sofrendo crise financeira)!! onde meu Deus???? O povo nao para de comprar nem com crise!!! nunca vi!&lt;br /&gt;Well, como despareceu do mercado, maridex apelou pelo "online"... encomendou domingo e hoje recebemos um email dizendo que saiu hoje pelo UPS...&lt;br /&gt;To aqui que nao me aguento.. pareco crianca esperando Santa Claus com os gifts!!!&lt;br /&gt;Meu GPS ja estou usando desde domingo e confesso:&lt;br /&gt;AMEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!! Indico com todo louvor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARMIN 205 WIDE SCREEN *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="prodinfo_content" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div id="prodinfo_description"&gt;&lt;div id="subrm_b" style="display: block;"&gt;Descrição: A Garmin apresenta o novo equipamento GPS para automóvel, o nüvi 205W. Da popular série nüvi, este equipamento apresenta um design elegante e ultra-fino. Com tela panorâmica colorida sensível ao toque de 4,3’’ e menus de fácil utilização, o GPS Garmin nüvi 205W pode levá-lo a qualquer lugar que deseje oferecendo também milhares de pontos de interesse como restaurantes, postos de abastecimento, hotéis, hospitais, atrações, entre outros, com indicações de mudança de direção e comandos de voz. O nüvi 205W vem pré-programado com os mapas detalhados City Navigator NT. Com o nuvi 205W, você está apenas a poucos toques de distância de qualquer lugar. &lt;span class="getprod_readmore" onclick="attrib_toggles('rm','b')"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="prodinfo_community"&gt;             &lt;div class="prodinfo_box1"&gt;                                 &lt;div class="rndtop_basic"&gt;                     &lt;img src="http://ai.pricegrabber.com/images/corner_large_white_up_lft.gif" alt="" width="5" height="5" /&gt;                                     &lt;/div&gt;                                &lt;p class="prodinfo_1"&gt;Comentários de Usuários&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="prodinfo_2"&gt;                 &lt;a href="http://www.precomania.com/rating_getprodrev.php/product_id=65933864/id_type=masterid/st=product/sv=review" class="dgray"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ai.pricegrabber.com/images/rating_5_newr.gif" alt="5 Star Review" width="60" border="0" height="11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="prodinfo_paddcont"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                     &lt;div class="rndbottom_basic"&gt;                         &lt;img src="http://ai.pricegrabber.com/images/corner_large_white_bottom_lft.gif" alt="" width="5" height="5" /&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;                     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STXdLyVnr8I/AAAAAAAABfg/GKFDQ1Cz6hM/s1600-h/GPS+Garmin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STXdLyVnr8I/AAAAAAAABfg/GKFDQ1Cz6hM/s400/GPS+Garmin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275365733095157698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tv da Sony tbem eh maravilhosa!!! Depois de algumas surpresas nao muito boas, diriamos assim, com marcas desconhecidas, chegamos a conclusao de que vale a pena pagar + caro!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos vc conhece a marca, a qualidade e tem um back up se algo acontece com o produto!!!&lt;br /&gt;SONY FLAT SCREEN 1080 P - Maravilhosa! Indicamos tbem 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeco de coracao Dan!&lt;br /&gt;Amei tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Te amooooo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4907814781464470566?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4907814781464470566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4907814781464470566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4907814781464470566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4907814781464470566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-claus-was-very-generous-this-year.html' title='SANTA CLAUS WAS VERY GENEROUS THIS YEAR!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STh9Ut8pi7I/AAAAAAAABgQ/iTchHYyK5wU/s72-c/DSC07062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4876229698980181448</id><published>2008-12-02T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:01:11.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Giving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STWvPJb4YoI/AAAAAAAABe4/vxBcxNF07wo/s1600-h/wilson.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STWvPJb4YoI/AAAAAAAABe4/vxBcxNF07wo/s400/wilson.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275315213300163202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PORTRAIT DA WILTOM FAMILY&lt;/span&gt; (Mamma, Dad, Cunhadinho com Cunhadinha, eu, Dan and Izzy)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi maravilhoso Gracas a Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que o de voces tbem tenha sido!&lt;br /&gt;Olha so! a Deus tenho muiiiiiiiiiito que agradecer no dia de Acao de Gracas e todos os dias da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;Primeiramente pela minha vida, a vida da minha familia, meus amigos e a saude de todos nos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cunhadinho David and Cunhadinha Kristen passaram o Acao de Gracas aqui conosco e foi tudo muito divertido, alegre e com muita fartura!!! E da-lhe dieta !!!! kkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STWvhQmyl2I/AAAAAAAABfA/NJ13dJ_t1E8/s1600-h/wilsonfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STWvhQmyl2I/AAAAAAAABfA/NJ13dJ_t1E8/s400/wilsonfamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275315524462614370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os Wilsons felizes da vida!!! Ate que enfim uma fotinho com todo mundo sorrindo kkkkk (o Gente dificil de tirar foto so!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English:&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;David and Kristen spent with all of us this year and it was a real treat!&lt;br /&gt;So much to be thankful!&lt;br /&gt;Our family, our lives, so many blessings and HEALTH for all of us! Thank you LORD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4876229698980181448?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4876229698980181448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4876229698980181448' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4876229698980181448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4876229698980181448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-giving.html' title='Thanks Giving!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/STWvPJb4YoI/AAAAAAAABe4/vxBcxNF07wo/s72-c/wilson.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7910192381703195310</id><published>2008-11-25T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:38:53.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICAN CITIZEN WITH HONOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SSzL2z_hF-I/AAAAAAAABeY/uS1B9MM7ezQ/s1600-h/american-flag-2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SSzL2z_hF-I/AAAAAAAABeY/uS1B9MM7ezQ/s400/american-flag-2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272813406274000866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Desde que comecei o processo de Cidadania Americana, ha alguns meses, nao tenho feito outra coisa, senao estudar, ouvir o Cd no meu carro cada vez que saio,  e me desesperar... (minha cara) ne?&lt;br /&gt;O dia amanheceu super frio e chuvoso, a dor de estomago ja se fez presente logo cedo e o nervoso quase tomou conta de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Maridex, &lt;s&gt;quase ja sem paciencia e ficando mais nervoso que eu, &lt;/s&gt;   atenciosissimo, como de costume, se ofereceu,  &lt;s&gt;mentira, que eu obriguei praticamente, rsrs&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s quase=""&gt;  &lt;/s&gt;pra me levar ate o Edificio JFK. Ele foi na frente com o carro dele, e eu atras, seguindo... com medo de me perder obviamente...&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos la por volta das 7:00 da manha, parei o carro bem na frente (nem me preocupei com multa), pensei comigo:&lt;br /&gt;" vai ser a multa mais bem aceita da minha vida !"&lt;br /&gt;Um frio de cortar a alma, e aquela chuvinha constante, sem dar brecha um minuto.&lt;br /&gt;Enfrento a fila com a cara e a coragem... vou conversando com quem ta na frente, com a colega de traz.. pra dar uma espairecida na cabeca...&lt;br /&gt;Entramos numa sala com umas 100 cadeiras. Sentamos e ficamos aguardando nosso nome ser chamado.&lt;br /&gt;Um oficial vem, nos da o teste, que no meu caso foi assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Mulherzinha "asian" com o nome de Officer Williams, pede pra eu sentar e me informa que o teste vai comecar. Pergunta se estou pronta e manda ver nas perguntas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1) What is the legislative Branch of our Country?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2) Who wrote the Star Spangle Banner?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3) Who is the Chief of Justice of our country?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4) What is the Supreme Law of The Land?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tem mais umas duas perguntas mas nao consigo me lembrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frase pra ler:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cook dinner for my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frase pra escrever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apos o teste, ela me diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Congratulations, you passed the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pra outra salinha (com mais umas 100 cadeiras) e esperamos pela entrevista com um agente da Imigracao...&lt;br /&gt;... A mocinha vem, abre a porta, me convida pra entrar e pede pra eu ir na frente ate o final do corredor...&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que o bendito corredor nao tinha fim... entramos numa especie de biombo e eu ja bem espacosa, vou me sentando, ela me interrompe, pede pra eu levantar e fazer o juramento antes de me sentar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry!&lt;/span&gt; Foi mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Prometo dizer a verdade, somente a verdade, nada mais que a verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A entrevista deslancha calmamente, mas minhas maos continuam suando e meu coracao sobressaltado!&lt;br /&gt;Ao final, ela pede pra eu assinar meu nome trez vezes... foi ai que cai na real de que estava me tornando cidada deste pais, que me acolheu ha quase 10 anos atras e milhoes de coisas comecaram a passar pela minha mente naqueles segundos... foi ai que nao aguentei, e a emocao tomou conta do meu corpo... comecei a tremer e as lagrimas teimaram em cair... nem todo o esforco que eu fiz, conseguiu conte-las, mas tudo bem.. deu pra quebrar o gelo e a mocinha educada, porem seca, deu uma emocionada e me ofereceu um lencinho...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de me recompor (ai que vergonha), ela pega um carimbo e aplica no documento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;APROVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nossa ha quanto tempo espero por este carimbo meu Deus?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo certo, volto pra segunda salinha e ai fico aguardando somente a assinatura das fotos para o certificado que sera dado no dia 12 de fevereiro de 2009 numa Cerimonia em Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pronto! acabou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- depois de 3 horas e quase 10 anos de espera, acabou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks:&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada ao meu amado marido que  me ajudou nesta jornada tao dificil, tao cheia de aventuras, dramas, dificuldades incontaveis e momentes felizes com certeza....Obrigada por ter acreditado em mim, por ter me escolhido como sua esposa e companheira.. por ter me trazido de volta a fe, quando eu mesma ja a tinha perdido ha muito tempo... Obrigada por sempre ter me relembrado de que um dia eu iria alcancar tudo o que planejei, obrigada por ter feito prevalescer em mim, somente minhas qualidades, obrigada por ter minimizado meus defeitos pra que a convivencia se tornasse possivel e o amor pudesse florecer e amadurecer...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a minha mae que foi a cabeca deste plano genial de um dia vir morar neste pais! OBRIGADA POR CADA TELEFONEMA, cada tentativa que vc fez pra que eu conseguisse chegar ate aqui e so nos duas sabemos o quanto foi dificil...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a minha familia que sempre torceu pelo meu sucesso, aos meus verdadeiros amigos que me acompanham ha tantos anos... obrigada aos amigos que conheci durante a jornada, a minha familia americana, aos meus amigos americanos...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada meu Deus por tantas Bencaos que eu nem sei se mereco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7910192381703195310?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7910192381703195310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7910192381703195310' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7910192381703195310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7910192381703195310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/11/american-citizen-with-honor.html' title='AMERICAN CITIZEN WITH HONOR!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SSzL2z_hF-I/AAAAAAAABeY/uS1B9MM7ezQ/s72-c/american-flag-2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-198895127059510447</id><published>2008-11-08T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:46:52.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SR25Z2pns8I/AAAAAAAABd4/H7TLVBL_0Jc/s1600-h/ladyandtramp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SR25Z2pns8I/AAAAAAAABd4/H7TLVBL_0Jc/s400/ladyandtramp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268570992911299522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aboutme"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PERFEITO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance, tem começo, meio e fim. Como tudo na vida. Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, terminei o namoro ..&lt;br /&gt;-Nossa, estavam juntos há tanto tempo ..&lt;br /&gt;-Cinco anos .. que pena .. acabou ..&lt;br /&gt;-é .. não deu certo .. 'Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou.&lt;br /&gt;E o bom da vida, é que você pode ter vários amores. Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. Acredito em pessoas que se somam. Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo, como cobrar cem por cento do outro? E não temos essa coisa completa. Às vezes ela é fiel, mas é devagar na cama. Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel. Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador. Às vezes ela é muito bonita, mas não é sensível. Tudo junto, não vamos encontrar. Perceba qual o aspecto mais importante para você e invista nele. Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro. Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico que é uma delícia. E as vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona .. Acho que o beijo é importante .. e se o beijo bate .. se joga .. se não bate .. mais um Martini, por favor .. e vá dar uma volta. Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra. O outro tem o direito de não te querer. Não brigue, não ligue, não dê pití. Se a pessoa tá com dúvidas, problema dela, cabe a você esperar ... Ou não. Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença. O ser humano não é absoluto. Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se a pessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela volta. Nada de drama. Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob pressão? O legal é alguém que está com você, só por você. E vice versa. Não fique com alguém por pena. Ou por medo da solidão. Nascemos sós. Morremos sós. Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado. E quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento. Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro. Que medo é este de se ver só, na sua própria companhia? Gostar dói. Muitas vezes voce vai sentir raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração .... Faz parte. Você convive com outro ser, um outro mundo, um outro universo. E nem sempre as coisas são como você gostaria que fosse .. A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver. Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal você não é terapeuta. Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais previsível. Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias. Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar. Nem todo beijo é para romancear. E nem todo sexo bom é para descartar .. Ou se apaixonar .. Ou se culpar .. Enfim .. quem disse que ser adulto é fácil ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-198895127059510447?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/198895127059510447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=198895127059510447' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/198895127059510447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/198895127059510447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfeito-sempre-acho-que-namoro.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SR25Z2pns8I/AAAAAAAABd4/H7TLVBL_0Jc/s72-c/ladyandtramp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3768761932892938351</id><published>2008-11-07T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:21:00.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRSdyT9YeCI/AAAAAAAABcc/Miu3zZdyn8U/s1600-h/scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRSdyT9YeCI/AAAAAAAABcc/Miu3zZdyn8U/s400/scarf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266007351979702306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, nao sei de voces, mas eu AMO tudo quanto eh tipo de Scarf, Xale, Cachecol, Layer... seja la qual for o nome desses acessorios lindinhos que mudam totalmente seu outfil e te deixa com um look beautiful, classico e sofisticadissimo!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, estava no Shopping... Filenes (amo esta loja)  e comprei um lindo (nao tem foto ainda) mas a semana passada com minha amiga, comprei um scarf "verde" maravilhoso... acho que ja tenho uma colecao...&lt;br /&gt;Esse ai da foto eh super basiquinho, mas eh aquele negocio, toda mulher tem que ter um desses (eu tenho preto e verde) neste estilo, neste tecido, mas tenho outros de la, de flanela, de seda, de cetim... ate de cashmere...&lt;br /&gt;Acho super bonito e eleganterrimo! Vc pode estar vestindo um jeans com um top basico branco e jogar por cima um scarf, pronto! Ta pronta pra uma noitada!&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que tem o privilegio de morar aqui nos States, vai uma dica:&lt;br /&gt;FILENES OU FILENES BASEMENT eh show de bola. Tem as marcas mais elegantes e chiques do mundo da moda (tudo verdadeirissimo) e a um precinho mais razoavel!&lt;br /&gt;Nao eh barato, mas nao custa tao caro quanto se vc estivesse comprando direto do "Valentino" ne amigas?&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;By Renatinha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In english:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just mentioning how elegant is a scarf. I have a few. They are all very different. Different colors, different materials, different shapes.&lt;br /&gt;I think they dress up beautifuly and   it is definetely a "must have".&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got a green one (pure silk) at the Galeria Mall, and couple of days ago I got one made out of wool (different shades of blue and brown together)... at Filenes basement.&lt;br /&gt;Got to love that store!!! Things are not cheap, but, they are not too expensive and you get to buy the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I forgot my blue/brown at Lonis (where  I get my pedicure done), but don't worry... I already called up and they are saving it for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3768761932892938351?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3768761932892938351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3768761932892938351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3768761932892938351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3768761932892938351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/11/gente-nao-sei-de-voces-mas-eu-amo-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRSdyT9YeCI/AAAAAAAABcc/Miu3zZdyn8U/s72-c/scarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6489160425303992967</id><published>2008-11-06T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:16:38.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRSjKN4bslI/AAAAAAAABcs/7RoqlZLl3V0/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRSjKN4bslI/AAAAAAAABcs/7RoqlZLl3V0/s400/obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266013260223328850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confirmando seu amplo favoritismo, construído desde sua nomeação como candidato pelo Partido Democrata, o senador Barack Hussein Obama Jr. foi eleito, nesta terça-feira, presidente dos Estados Unidos da América. Pela primeira vez, um político de origem negra ocupará o cargo mais poderoso do planeta.&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uma catarse coletiva, uma grande sensação de euforia, atingiu o planeta com a eleição de Obama - em parte causada pelo ineditismo da situação, mas também com a certeza de que a Era Bush parece ter, definitivamente, chegado ao fim. O desastroso segundo mandato do atual presidente norte-americano certamente colaborou para a consagradora eleição de Obama, mas não foi o fator determinante. Isso pode ser credenciado à crise financeira mundial, que fez com que as propostas do candidato democrata fossem vistas pelo eleitorado como mais adequadas à economia do país. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Registre-se o comparecimento recorde dos eleitores, num país em que o voto não é obrigatório. Bateu um recorde que durava mais de um século, pelo que parece. Isso mostra que basta um incentivo extra para os eleitores saírem de casa para votar - e isso foi o que não faltou nos Estados Unidos, ao contrário das até certo ponto insossas eleições de 2000 e 2004. Por causa do confuso sistema eleitoral do país, em que cada estado adota um modelo diferente de votação, houve filas de até oito horas de espera - a essa altura, os norte-americanos devem estar morrendo de inveja das eleições brasileiras, em que quase não há filas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alguns acham que a campanha de Obama guarda semelhanças com a de Lula aqui no Brasil, em 2002 - principalmente no assunto "esperança vencendo o medo". O mundo certamente dará um voto de confiança ao futuro presidente, e Obama faz por merecê-lo, pois lutou para isso. Basta esperar para ver se ele, na Casa Branca a partir de 20 de janeiro de 2009, cumprirá as promessas que fez ou ficará deslumbrado com o cargo, como ocorreu com alguém que nós, brasileiros, conhecemos muito bem... Se a segunda hipótese acontecer, basta lembrar que agora é em níveis mundiais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-6489160425303992967?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6489160425303992967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6489160425303992967' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6489160425303992967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6489160425303992967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/11/confirmando-seu-amplo-favoritismo.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRSjKN4bslI/AAAAAAAABcs/7RoqlZLl3V0/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7139884957338517115</id><published>2008-11-05T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:38:46.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECEITA DE JOVIALIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="listdark"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a name="aboutme"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECEITA DE JOVIALIDADE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jogue fora todos os números não essenciais para sua sobrevivência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Isso inclui idade, peso e altura. Deixe o médico se preocupar com eles. Para isso ele é pago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Freqüente, de preferência, seus amigos alegres. Os de baixo "astral" puxam você para baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Continue aprendendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Aprenda mais sobre computador, artesanato, jardinagem, qualquer coisa. Não deixe seu cérebro desocupado. Uma mente sem uso é a oficina do diabo. E o nome do diabo é Alzheimer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Curta coisas simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ria sempre, muito e alto. Ria até perder o fôlego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lágrimas acontecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Agüente, sofra e siga em frente. A única pessoa que acompanha você a vida toda é você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Esteja vivo, enquanto você viver! Esteja sempre rodeado daquilo que você gosta: família, animais, lembranças, música, plantas, um hobby, o que for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Seu lar é o seu refúgio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Aproveite sua saúde. Se for boa, preserve-a. Se está instável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;melhore-a. Se está abaixo desse nível, peça ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Não faça viagens de remorso. Viaje para o Shopping, da cidade vizinha, para um país estrangeiro, mas não faça viagens ao passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Diga a quem você ama, que você realmente os ama, em todas as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;oportunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E lembre-se sempre que: "A vida não é medida pelo número de vezes que você respirou, mas pelos momentos em que você perdeu o fôlego: de tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;rir... de surpresa... de êxtase... de felicidade..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PABLO PICASSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7139884957338517115?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7139884957338517115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7139884957338517115' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7139884957338517115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7139884957338517115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/11/receita-de-jovialidade.html' title='RECEITA DE JOVIALIDADE'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-5091586576261359693</id><published>2008-11-04T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:03:39.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRETO DO TUNEL DO TEMPO... 10 ANOS DEPOIS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRDGNYM-_aI/AAAAAAAABcM/rXK-vNCypBo/s1600-h/DSC06870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRDGNYM-_aI/AAAAAAAABcM/rXK-vNCypBo/s400/DSC06870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264925897533619618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Inexplicavel a emocao que senti este final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabete, minha querida Amiga e companheira de faculdade veio me visitar e passar seu aniver comigo e com minha familia - Pois eh! em pleno Halloween!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Voces nao imaginam (muitos de voces sabem do que estou falando), a emocao que eh morar fora do seu pais de origem, e receber a visita de um amigo ou um ente querido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bete e eu nos conhecemos no 1o. ano de faculdade na Universidade Sao Judas Tadeu em Sao Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;O ano foi de: 1994 e desde entao formamos um grupinho de 5 amigas INSEPARAVEIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RENATA, BETE, PRISCILLA, JULIANA E ROSANA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ro, infelizmente nao nos seguiu ate o final porque acabou repetindo o primeiro ano, mas o grupinho de 4 seguiu firme e forte ate o final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do schedule dificil e cheio de atividades que a vida de um trabalhador-universitario apresenta, nos sempre encontravamos tempo pra muitas conversas,trocar cartinhas, ir no bar do Xoro tomar umas... dancar um sambinha no barzinho (do lado da facu...), comer esfihas de carne e queijo... brigar... brincar... chorar... estudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Enfim, 10 anos + tarde e o destino nos une novamente (thanks to the Orkut) bendito orkut!&lt;br /&gt;Bete continua trabalhando na mesma empresa SIEMENS, virou uma executiva bem sucedida e eu nao me canso de dizer o quao Proud (orgulhosa) , eu estou dela ter chegado onde chegou...&lt;br /&gt;E nao foi sorte nao amiga! Foi trabalho duro e foi bem merecido, porque voce eh uma pessoa linda (nao so por fora) mas principalmente por dentro... Hard worker, sempre se esforcou, Filha dedicada e atenciosa, ser humano incrivel!&lt;br /&gt;Voce merece todo o sucesso profissional que conquistou e agora Deus esta te abencoando com um lindo Marido e 2 pimpolhos de brinde.. So cute!!! Vc Merece Amiga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei nosso findi, amei cada momento ao teu lado que me serviram pra mostrar que voce eh ainda mais especial do que o que eu me lembrava...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela tua visita, obrigada pelos lindos Gifts, obrigada por me mostrar que Amizades Verdadeiras nao sao rompidas por brigas estupidas, cartas mal educadas e imaturas e nem mesmo por acaso geografico....&lt;br /&gt;Amizades verdadeiras existem e a nossa eh a PROVA VIVA DISTO!&lt;br /&gt;Se cuida e volta logo que meu coracao ja esta com saudades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRDGieSiiAI/AAAAAAAABcU/N5o0Xc7RPhk/s1600-h/DSC06904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRDGieSiiAI/AAAAAAAABcU/N5o0Xc7RPhk/s400/DSC06904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264926259944785922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable the emotions I went through this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;A very Good Friend of mine (Bete) came from Brazil for a work trip in Canada, and took the time to come to see me after 10 years, and get to know my family.&lt;br /&gt;Bete and I did 4 years in college together with other 2 very good Friends (Priscilla and Juliana), but, for all different reasons, we all separated after finsihing our Degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later, thanks to Brazilian My Space, my dear friend is brought back to me.&lt;br /&gt;She continues working in the same big Company: Siemens. Now as a very succesful executive that travels everywhere... I am just so Proud of you and the woman you became Bete!!!! And please, stop to say you got lucky! You did not get lucky, you worked so hard to get to this point and you so deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved every part of our weekend. I can't tell you enough, how proud of you I am and how happy I am for this chance that the destiny gave to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a even better person that I remember 10 years ago and you showed me that Real Friends never break up. Not even a fight, an imature letter or anything like that can destroy a real FRIENDSHIP. Not even a geografic separation can cut the real bond developed between 2 real friends&lt;br /&gt;You showed me so many things in just so little time...I learned so much with you this weekend, but the biggest thing you showed me is:&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDSHIP DO EXIST AND OURS IS A LIVE PROOF OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;Take Care of yourself and come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Renata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-5091586576261359693?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/5091586576261359693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=5091586576261359693' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5091586576261359693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5091586576261359693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/11/direto-do-tunel-do-tempo-10-anos-depois.html' title='DIRETO DO TUNEL DO TEMPO... 10 ANOS DEPOIS...'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SRDGNYM-_aI/AAAAAAAABcM/rXK-vNCypBo/s72-c/DSC06870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2073512030257688964</id><published>2008-10-30T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:20:27.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SQpcof6uNZI/AAAAAAAABbw/GTF0S68bjWQ/s1600-h/DSC06734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SQpcof6uNZI/AAAAAAAABbw/GTF0S68bjWQ/s400/DSC06734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263120965368165778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genteeee... sei que decepcionei a muitos PORQUE literalmente sumi (obrigada pelos emails  me cobrando).. mas olha so... to toda embananada com essa coisa de fim de ano! Todo ano eh a mesma coisa... Halloween, Thanks Giving, meu aniver no dia 13  de dezembro, Amigo Secreto com a Turminha da Telminha (esse eh novo- vai ser dia 19 ou 20 de dezembro),  aniver do sogrinho no dia 8, aniver do cunhado no dia 21, Natal no dia 25, Ano novo dia 31 e 1 de janeiro, aniver da Izzy dia 4 de janeiro e da minha sogra no dia 30 de janeiro...&lt;br /&gt;... ah ja ia me esquecendo... o Vo David faz dia 27 de janeiro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eh isso meu Jesus Cristinho????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso eh familia! E eu adoro!!! Nao quero dar a impressao de que estou aqui reclamando, porque nao estou. Estou simplesmente "out of breath" - Nao consigo achar um tempo pra mim... Hoje tive que colocar a Izzy 1 hora antes do horario normal de dormir, pra ver se gasto um pouco de tempo no meu cabelo que ta gritando por socorro....&lt;br /&gt;Ja preparei o quarto de hospedes pra receber a Bete (minha queridissima amiga da facu) que ta vindo de New York pra ca amanha cedo....e vai passar o findi conosco! Ai que emocao... nao nos vemos desde 1997 - Segura a emocao peao!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanha eh Halloween - comprei uma peruca PERUISSIMA (depois ponho as fotos), hubby detestou a mascara que eu comprei pra ele, entao amanha cedo to indo trocar na I-Party or um peruca tipo AFRO Michael Jackson (tenho certeza de que essa ele vai gostar)...hihihi!!! Vantagem de morar nos States eh essa: Aqui tudo pode ser devolvido.. ate se vc abriu a embalagem e usou... se nao gostou, ou se trouxe algum problema ou desapontamento... eh so devolver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Da-lhe Barack Obama!!! Eleicao na terca! To aqui sofrendo pelo fato de nao poder votar ainda - Pra votar tem que ser cidadao americano e meu processo ainda esta em andamento, mas olha ai gente: meu teste com a imigracao eh no final de novembro... torce ai por mim... porque o questionario nao eh mole nao... mas eu ja estudei pacas e sei tudinho, gracas a Deus... ai, eh so aguardar o dia de jurar bandeira... e tarararam.... outra festa!!! como se nao bastasse as do momento - kkkkk!!! maridex (q tbem eh partidario das mesmas ideias, vai votar no HOME pra mim ne gente?! e por ele tbem of course!), ai dele se nao votar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BARACK OBAMA  - IN CHANGE - WE BELIEVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2073512030257688964?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2073512030257688964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2073512030257688964' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2073512030257688964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2073512030257688964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/genteeee.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SQpcof6uNZI/AAAAAAAABbw/GTF0S68bjWQ/s72-c/DSC06734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-7430874383716420841</id><published>2008-10-20T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:54:01.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A GREAT TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SP0xgT0S5LI/AAAAAAAABbU/joCafPRKqms/s1600-h/DSC06536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SP0xgT0S5LI/AAAAAAAABbU/joCafPRKqms/s400/DSC06536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259414370983797938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao eh sempre que meus sogros levam a Izzy pra passar o final de semana, mas tbem quando levam... eh pra ficar logo uns 3 dias... E com o coracao partido (agenta aceita de bom grado ne??) rsrs..&lt;br /&gt;Sexta o dia foi dedicado a Telmita (dor, dor, dor e dor... O amiga... que barra esse tal de SILICONE hein?). Anyway, o que mais quero eh que vc fique feliz com o resultado e NUNCA MAIS apronte uma desssasssss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei da Casa da Telma quase 9 da noite (exausta eh apelido)... eu tava podre! Literalmente um caco. So no hospital eu passei 6 horas no minimo com ela... nao a deixei um minuto sequer (so pra ir ao banheiro e comer), ate ve-la entrar la na sala de cirurgia novamente... E com o coracao aos saltos, peguei o elevedor, entrei no meu carro e rezei a Deus pra que tudo desse certo. (Gracas a Deus a complicacao da cirurgia foi cuidada e a infeccao detida a tempo). Agora, so o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado, acordamos (eu e o Dan), ficamos enrolando quase o dia todo... o Dan assistindo tudo o que se passava na Tv e eu limpando a casa, passando aspirador, arrumando o quartinho da Izzy, enfeitando a casa.... (parecia uma louca - nao parava um minuto), marido comecou reclamar e dizer que eu sou louca, que nao paro e nao relaxo e que acabo deixando ele tenso....&lt;br /&gt;Me mandou ir pro shopping fazer compras e uma massagem pra ver se relaxo....&lt;br /&gt;A ideia ate que foi otima, mas nao deu tempo de fazer tudo nao. Fui ao Shopping, comprei 3 pares de sapato, depois resolvi passar no mercado pra comprar uns snackzinhos pra gente curtir no findi e... o tempo voou! Cheguei em casa quase 6:30 da tarde...&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci o celular no carro e maridex ja tinha ligado 2 vezes querendo saber se iamos sair ou nao...&lt;br /&gt;Tomei um banho demorado, me vesti linda e maravilhosa e fomos jantar num RESTAURANTE CHINES aqui perto de casa que eh MARAVILHOSO!&lt;br /&gt;Eu comi Beef with vegetables (very spice) with Lo mein noodles e hubby pediu Lemon Chicken ... pra beber: agua e cha!&lt;br /&gt;Depois do jantar fomos ao cinema assistir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SECRET LIFE OF BEES - AMAMOSSSS!!! RECOMENDO 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo amanheceu lindo. Fiz Blueberies pancakes pra mim pro Dan com suco de uva e depois de tomarmos banho, fomos comprar as Pumpkins pro Halloween...&lt;br /&gt;La pras 3 da tarde chegamos na minha sogra... Ai que saudade da minha FILHAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A noite foi maravilhosa!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SP0xNpF-FpI/AAAAAAAABbM/CR22oOgaNf0/s1600-h/DSC06552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SP0xNpF-FpI/AAAAAAAABbM/CR22oOgaNf0/s400/DSC06552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259414050277562002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz um arrozinho (a La Brazilian Style) com um creminho de milho (que so eu sei.. e que marido se derrete quando eu faco) e minha sogra fez um chicken a milaneza e aspargos...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de brincarmos e cavarmos as pumpkins, jantamos, e, la pras 9 da noite chegamos em casa....com nossa Filhinha que estavamos morrendo de saudadesss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Prontos pra recomecarmos + um linda semana!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SP0yomeJivI/AAAAAAAABbc/i0JFiG6BOA4/s1600-h/DSC06555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SP0yomeJivI/AAAAAAAABbc/i0JFiG6BOA4/s400/DSC06555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259415612941765362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SP0y_gI2g5I/AAAAAAAABbk/pI1LHOwhM_I/s1600-h/DSC06559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SP0y_gI2g5I/AAAAAAAABbk/pI1LHOwhM_I/s400/DSC06559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259416006378816402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINUTO DE SILENCIO DEDICADO AO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED SOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meu SOGRO: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RICK WILSON*&lt;/span&gt; - 5 ANOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RED SOX PERDEU PRO TAMPA BAY (FLORIDA) ONTEM A NOITE DE 3 A 1.&lt;br /&gt;E PERDEU&lt;br /&gt;CONSEQUENTEMENTE A OPORTUNIDADE DE IR PRA WORLD SERIES...&lt;br /&gt;MARIDO TA ARRASADO ...&lt;br /&gt;GO SOX! PROX ANO SERA DIFERENTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PERDER FAZ PARTE DO JOGO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Friday (100% dedicated to Telmita) - What a hard time!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I took care of my place, my clothes &amp;amp; went shopping for shoes and snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Dan &amp;amp; I went to a wonderful time at a Chinese Restaurant near by and went to see the "Secret Life of Bee".. loved it!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we woke up around 10 am, made Blueberries pancakes for hubby and I and we went to pick up some pumpkins to carve with mom &amp;amp; Dad.&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful dinner and a fun time carving pumpkins with Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;Mamma made some chicken with supreme sauce and I made rice and creme of chicken a la... brazilian style...&lt;br /&gt;What a Great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A minute of Silence for Our &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;RED SOX  &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DAD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Sox lost for Tampa Bay (3 to 1) and we are not going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to World Series this Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How disappointed (after all the help dad gave us)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hubby is upset, so Am I and my brother David!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-7430874383716420841?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/7430874383716420841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=7430874383716420841' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7430874383716420841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/7430874383716420841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-great-time.html' title='WHAT A GREAT TIME!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SP0xgT0S5LI/AAAAAAAABbU/joCafPRKqms/s72-c/DSC06536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2297574212025035888</id><published>2008-10-16T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:20:56.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate que ponto vai a vaidade do Ser humano?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPc-r5cbRxI/AAAAAAAABas/ZXOZPnOuBC8/s1600-h/body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPc-r5cbRxI/AAAAAAAABas/ZXOZPnOuBC8/s400/body.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257740013853689618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telmita (como a maioria de voces sabem), alem de comadre e amiga de longa data, eh minha CARA-METADE, ne? rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Pois eh! Mas eu to aqui sofrendo a dor dela depois de uma segunda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corrective Plastic Breast Surgery&lt;/span&gt; (pra corrigir aqueles seios naturalmente belos) mas, que a dondoca insiste em torna-los: PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;O assunto me fez pensar, refletir e refletir e a pergunta que paira eh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ate que ponto estamos felizes com o que Deus nos deu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu marido costuma dizer que LIPO eh pra gente preguicosa (na maioria dos casos) e que o que realmente precisamos eh fechar a boca e: GO EXERCISE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas num mundo tao rico em tecnologia e uma Parafernalha infindavel de equipamentos pra nos facilitar a vida; eh justo que nos abdiquemos dessas maravilhas? so pra satisfazer um parecer politicamente correto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu particularmente acho que tudo depende da necessidade e das PRIORIDADES de cada pessoa. Esse eh so meu ponto de vista. No  meu caso (confesso que nao sou muito adepta a entrar na faca), mas tbem nao sei como me sentiria se meu corpo estivesse gritando por socorro e minha auto-estima prejudicada..&lt;br /&gt;O Caso eh que seja la qual for a decisao que venhamos a tomar, eh imprescindivel que tenhamos em mente os perigos de uma cirurgia.. A anestesia e o Pos-operatorio que nao eh nada fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to you all e pra voce AMIGA... meus pensamentos de energia ... Espero que vc melhore logo pra que possamos sair por ai, exibindo seu corpo Maravilhoso!!!!rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;By: Renata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know already, Temita is not only my Great Friend, she is also my SOUL MATE - lololol!... And my heart goes to her at this moment where all she can think of is..PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;The subject made me think, think and one question pops out of my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"- How happy are we with what God gave to us, as far as body goes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby Dan use to say that is kind of lazyness (in some cases) go for a LIPO, and all we really need is shut our mouth and go exercise!&lt;br /&gt;... Than, I can't help thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In a world so full of human intelligence and technology and a huge amount of wonderful equipaments to make our lives easier and avoid so much effort, is it fair to do not take advantage from it, only to prove a point?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personaly think it is totally up to our real needs and priorities. This is only my point of view and (I am not judging anybody). Also, I am not against any type of Plastic Surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I am just not too into "going under the knife" - lolol. The idea scares me very much. However, to be honest, I am not 100% positive in how I would feel if my body was screaming for help and my self estime  was in jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is: No matter what is your decision, keep in mind the risks that a surgery involves and also, don't forget how painful and so-not-fun the recovery is...&lt;br /&gt;To my Dear Friend TELMA... I am sending all my best thoughts of Good and Healthy ENERGY!&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE!&lt;br /&gt;By: Renata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2297574212025035888?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2297574212025035888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2297574212025035888' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2297574212025035888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2297574212025035888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/ate-que-ponto-vai-vaidade-do-ser-humano.html' title='Ate que ponto vai a vaidade do Ser humano?'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPc-r5cbRxI/AAAAAAAABas/ZXOZPnOuBC8/s72-c/body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-5797222120248218398</id><published>2008-10-14T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:54:52.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Podemos dizer que PERDOAMOS, quando nao conseguimos esquecer a OFENSA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPSo-c2WYGI/AAAAAAAABak/FtewqrSGpOc/s1600-h/sorry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPSo-c2WYGI/AAAAAAAABak/FtewqrSGpOc/s400/sorry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257012455897718882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Tava aqui pensando  apos assistir um episodio do meu seriado favorito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sera que se Perdoa Realmente, mesmo quando nao se consegue esquecer a OFENSA RECEBIDA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nos temos em nossas vidas, aquelas pessoinhas que num determinado momento de nossas jornadas, desceram do salto, baixaram o padrao da educacao e do bom senso e nos ofenderam sem do nem piedade..&lt;br /&gt;Ate ai normal! A reciproca tbem pode ter sido verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Mas  o tempo passa e cura as feridas (cura mesmo?) e um belo dia, o acaso nos reune numa nova situacao ou num orkut qualquer da vida e ai...&lt;br /&gt;... A emocao fala + alto, a memoria (ja bem usadinha pelo decorrer dos anos) e o coracao de manteiga, fazem com que a emocao fale + alto e a gente tenha aquele pensamento rapido e inevitavel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Puxa! que legal re-encontrar esta pessoa!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apos alguns minutos, o coracao ja no seu ritmo normal e a memoria sempre infalivel, como num arquivo de computer, vomita toda a informacao do &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASSADO&lt;/span&gt; e a famosa duvida vem a tona:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Se PERDOEI, Por que eh que nao consigo ESQUECER?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera que eh justo dizer que PERDOAMOS ALGUEM do fundo do nosso coracao mesmo quando a mente insiste em lembrar da OFENSA recebida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAO SEI&lt;/span&gt;! A unica coisa que sei eh que fico feliz em saber que, no meu caso pelo menos, o que fala + alto sao as boas lembrancas e as alegrias passadas ao lado das pessoas que considerei um dia como AMIGOS DO PEITO ... ou quem sabe... ATE ALGO MAIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it fair to say that we Truly FORGIVE SOMEONE, IF WE CAN'T FORGET THE OFFENSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching an episode of my favorite show last week,  I couldn't help to think about this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really fair to say we Forgive somebody, if our minds insist on remembering the pain caused by what that person did to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have in our lives, those people that one day, forget all about being polite and having some common sense, and offend us.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we did the same as well...&lt;br /&gt;Then,  time goes by and one day... Life or even a "MY SPACE" website, bring us all back to the past... and put us all in a very delicate situation  where we can not help to think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow! It is actually kind of cool seeing this person again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But then, just like in a computer, our mind opens up like a folder and bring us back all the past memories about that specific person and you can not help asking yourself the big QUESTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I really forgive that person? And if I did. Why Can't I forget about it?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not sure what should be the right answer for this one. But, I am really happy that I am having good control in how my heart has been working...&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T control my mind remembering the bad stuff, but I am glad my heart chose to keep the best memories and I still get pretty happy when I see an old friend... even when I know they were not that good one day...&lt;br /&gt;By: Renata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-5797222120248218398?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/5797222120248218398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=5797222120248218398' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5797222120248218398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5797222120248218398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/podemos-dizer-que-perdoamos-quando-nao.html' title='Podemos dizer que PERDOAMOS, quando nao conseguimos esquecer a OFENSA?'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPSo-c2WYGI/AAAAAAAABak/FtewqrSGpOc/s72-c/sorry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-5993241182985561141</id><published>2008-10-13T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:47:59.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DAS CRIANCAS A LA... GRINGOS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPNJfpNzwTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/bLNSbuFaRN4/s1600-h/DSC06498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPNJfpNzwTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/bLNSbuFaRN4/s400/DSC06498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625998060044594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E la fomos nos no ZOOLOGICO com as criancas.... Maridex muito triste foi trabalhar (mas nao dava pra ser recusar gente...hora extra aqui, povo ganha horrores...)..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo combinado, las pras 10:30am partimos rumo ao ZOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confissao:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPNJ_DFmkbI/AAAAAAAABaI/hXID_o3ufD4/s1600-h/DSC06403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPNJ_DFmkbI/AAAAAAAABaI/hXID_o3ufD4/s400/DSC06403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256626537580892594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi minha Primeira Vez, gente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Brasil, nunca fui ao Zoo, sei la, nunca rolou... e aqui... quando nao se tem filhos, nao se visita muito o Zoologico nao eh mesmo? Minha experiencia com animais vem so do "Animal Kingdom - Disney World" que tbem eh MARAVILHOSO... Mas, nada como um Zoologico de verdade, pra se sentir... no meio da bixarada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate pensei em comprar brinquedos pra minhas duas fofinhas (IZZY AND JUJU), mas ninguem no mundo tem mais brinquedo que essas duas, e eu realmente nao vi necessidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dos melh0res passeios que eu fiz... Nos divertimos tanto ! (Telmita e eu, morriamos de ir de tudo, parecia ate que tinhamos tomado umas...)hihihi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger-man (maridex da Marmita) foi um gentleman... cuidou das criancas, pegava no colo, rodopiava... foi muuuuuito legal mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu mais gostei foi  DAR UMA VOLTINHA NO ELEFANTE.. pode ate ser bobeira, mas tai uma das coisas que tinha no meu BUCKET LIST - Hihihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINDI FOI MARAVILHOSO! PRA COMPLETAR: JUJU DORMIU AKI EM CASA E A GENTE SE DIVERTIU AINDA MAIS...&lt;br /&gt;VALEU GAGNONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FIRST TIME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess: my first experience in a real ZOO was yesterday with my dear Friends (Telma &amp;amp; Roger) and our kids. I am not counting ANIMAL KINGDOM AT DISNEY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much Fun! Telma and I laughed the whole time, it seemed like we had some drinks... but WE DIDN'T! We were just having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;The kids... I can't even tell you, they played, they ran, they were so amazed by the animals, they ate a lot, complained... cried... got hurt...lololol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing time! something really cool to celebrate: DAY OF THE CHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;October 12 is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY OF THE CHILDREN &lt;/span&gt;(in Brazil) and nothing better than spending time with these incredible girls that we looove so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things was the ELEPHANT RIDE - it was really cool, but I have to say: It was not worth $10 dollars (for each person) for a 50 seconds ride ...&lt;br /&gt;... Maybe it was! After the ride, Izzy and Juju had that big smile on their faces and they both were so happy ... so, I guess it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juju slept over and the fun continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-5993241182985561141?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/5993241182985561141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=5993241182985561141' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5993241182985561141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5993241182985561141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-das-criancas-la-gringos.html' title='DIA DAS CRIANCAS A LA... GRINGOS!!!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SPNJfpNzwTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/bLNSbuFaRN4/s72-c/DSC06498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8064479627787551304</id><published>2008-10-10T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:52:02.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IZZY'S FIRST REAL PHONE CALL*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SO-zjeX5NiI/AAAAAAAABZw/G1GhG4XLjQQ/s1600-h/DSC05598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SO-zjeX5NiI/AAAAAAAABZw/G1GhG4XLjQQ/s400/DSC05598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255616712194733602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, minha filha ta crescendo assim... assustadoramente!&lt;br /&gt;To indignada com a dimensao do entendimento de uma crianca de pouco + de 2 aninhos de idade.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, ela levanta no meio da noite (tira a pull-up - que eu teimo em colocar em caso de acidente), vai ao banheiro fazer xixi (sozinha), coloca calcinha, vai ao meu quarto, abre o frigobar, pega o leite que eu ja deixo prontinho pra ela e volta a dormir...&lt;br /&gt;De manha, vai ao armoir, pede pra eu pega-la no colo pra que ela possa alcancar o rack de vestidos, escolhe a roupa, os sapatos e ate as meias pra combinar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ontem pela manha eu a deixei na sala do andar de baixo assistindo Tv e comendo um bowl of pasta, e subi pro meu computer pra pagar umas contas online, quando me dei conta de que nao tinha avisado ela, tive a ideia de ligar do meu celular pro telefone da casa pra ver se ela teria a iniciativa de atender...&lt;br /&gt;... Olha so o dialogo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trim...trim....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izzy: Hello!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: Hello Izzy!, it's mommy!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izzy: Hi mommy! (she was so surprised), I am watching Callillou ..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu (toda feliz): Filha, a mommy is upstairs, when you finish with Callilou, shut off the tv and come upstairs ok?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izzy: ok mommy! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu...: Bye Filha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, como pode? Acho que to ficando velha mesmo!!!kkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In english:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe how mature Izzy is getting every day.&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely surprised with the dimension of understanding of a 2y.o child.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, she wakes up during the night on her own for whatever reason, get's up, goes to the bathroom, takes care of her business, changes her underwear, comes to our bedroom, opens our fridge, takes her milk (that I always leave ready for her) and goes back to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wakes up in the morning, she asks me to hold her up, so she can look at her armoire, takes her own outfit, choose her shoes and matching socks. (all this without my help and if I try to help... aw... she gets really upset!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is so cute and crazy at the same time when I remember she is only 2.y.o.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of days ago, I left her downstairs having a bowl of pasta and watching Callilou and I came upstairs to get a couple of things done on my computer.. that's when I realized I hadn't told her about coming up, so, I had the idea to call the house phone and see if she would pick it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trim...trim....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izzy: Hello!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Hello Izzy!, it's mommy!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izzy: Hi mommy! (she was so surprised), I am watching Callillou ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me (Very happy): Filha,  mommy is upstairs, when you finish with Callilou, shut off the tv and come upstairs ok?&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izzy: ok mommy! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me...: Bye Filha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Few minutes later, she is upstairs so proud of herself for having taken a phone call for the FIRST TIME!&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOO PROUD OF YOU SWEETIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8064479627787551304?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8064479627787551304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8064479627787551304' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8064479627787551304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8064479627787551304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/izzys-first-real-phone-call.html' title='IZZY&apos;S FIRST REAL PHONE CALL*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SO-zjeX5NiI/AAAAAAAABZw/G1GhG4XLjQQ/s72-c/DSC05598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6321347855853369626</id><published>2008-10-09T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:04:40.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SO7iXcq7ZSI/AAAAAAAABZo/Y3VIAy_Vsxo/s1600-h/YOU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SO7iXcq7ZSI/AAAAAAAABZo/Y3VIAy_Vsxo/s400/YOU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255386707649062178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai gente, to com a maior preguica de postar...&lt;br /&gt;.. vou confessar o motivo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh um verdadeiro saco ter que postar em portugues e traduzir pro ingles. Na realidade queria postar somente em portugues, mas acho chato, porque foi meu cunhado que me incentivou tanto a criar o bendito blog (que eu tanto amo...) e tbem tem maridex que le todo dia e reclama quando eu nao traduzo...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... o processo de postar e traduzir esta dificultando o andamento normal, mas... vou recuperar a energia e ver se melhoro ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-6321347855853369626?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6321347855853369626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6321347855853369626' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6321347855853369626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6321347855853369626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/ai-gente-to-com-maior-preguica-de.html' title=''/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SO7iXcq7ZSI/AAAAAAAABZo/Y3VIAy_Vsxo/s72-c/YOU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4890043587641483946</id><published>2008-10-07T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:50:11.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AH VOU TE CONTAR VIU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOyrKxpOkBI/AAAAAAAABZg/5x4aBGBVLWE/s1600-h/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOyrKxpOkBI/AAAAAAAABZg/5x4aBGBVLWE/s400/desktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254763066847825938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Na ultima quinta-feira fui buscar Jeff na escola e eis que quando estou prestes a estacionar, &lt;s&gt;f.d. fruta do policial,&lt;/s&gt; sinhozinho meigo, vem pra mim e diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinhozinho Meigo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-...Mamm, sorry but if you need to pick up anyone at school, you need to park your car on the street, or, behind the school in a different parking lot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Are you serious? I have 3 kids and I don't even know where is the back of the school!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinhozinho Meigo (dinovo):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry, but just get back on this street, take a left and a left again and you will be at the back of the school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A essas alturas eu ja estava no celular fofocando com a Telma marmita e eis que vou indo pela rua, viro a esquerda, e a esquerda dinovo (conforme sinhozinho meigo instruiu) e eis que me deparo com o que? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UMA RUA SEM SAIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah sinhozinho &lt;s&gt;mentiroso e preguicoso duma figa!&lt;/s&gt; por que eh que nao explica direito? &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uns 10 minutos, acho o bendito local, paro o carro, pego Jeff e ligo o carro e parto rumo a residencia que, detalhe: FICA A 4 MINUTOS DA ESCOLA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inteh ai tudo bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papo vai, papo vem com Telmita marmita no telefone, eu que ja sou conhecida como "muito boa de direcao", comeco a ver umas ruas estranhas e umas placas dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;"DEDHAM" (que eh outra cidade que nao fica muito longe da residencia, porem ja eh uma outra cidade/bairro poh!). ... Apavorada, corto a &lt;s&gt;fofoca&lt;/s&gt;, conversa produtiva, e comeco a prestar + atencao no transito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;/span&gt; GASOLINA NA RESERVA (Ah tinha que ser ne? senao nao seria eu! hihi!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Avisto na calcada 2 homens elegantemente vestidos em seu ternos e pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Ei meus senhores! Onde eh exatamente que eu estou?" (I sounded like a retardada - I guess!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os 2&lt;/span&gt;, bem mau humoradinhos por sinal e com as caras + sarcasticas do mundo, secamente respondem:&lt;br /&gt;"- Dedham minha senhora!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- O que? Dedham? Como eh que eu vim parar em outra cidade meu Deus? se tudo o que fiz foi ir a escola que fica a 4 minutos de casa???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os senhores engravatados, &lt;s&gt;mal humaradissimos e petulantes  &lt;/s&gt;educadissimos, somente com umas carinhas de "poucos amores", nem responderam, so me disseram pra seguir enfrente e pegar a RODOVIA que depois de uns kilometros (eu: KILOMETROSSSS?????) iria me dar placas de onde eu deveria sair pra chegar ao meu destino....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Liguei pro maridex &lt;s&gt;que nunca atende a porra do telefone celular  &lt;/s&gt;e que por milagre, atendeu o cel, e depois de rir da minha cara por uns 2 minutos, me explicou qual a saida da highway eu deveria pegar pra voltar pra casa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, chegamos em casa quase 1 hora depois que sai da escola e como Deus eh Pai e nao padrasto, a gasolina foi suficiente... mas ai eu pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"- A culpa foi da Telmita e do Sinhozinho meigo nao foi? ou sera que tem a ver com o fato de eu ser MUITO RUIM DE DIRECAO??? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4890043587641483946?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4890043587641483946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4890043587641483946' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4890043587641483946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4890043587641483946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-vou-te-contar-viu.html' title='AH VOU TE CONTAR VIU...'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOyrKxpOkBI/AAAAAAAABZg/5x4aBGBVLWE/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2337290271803434490</id><published>2008-10-05T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:52:43.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINDI PERFEITO... FINALLY URUCUBACA IS GONEEEEE...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOoM3SwsCwI/AAAAAAAABYY/or3pbUH-g3o/s1600-h/DSC06229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOoM3SwsCwI/AAAAAAAABYY/or3pbUH-g3o/s400/DSC06229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254026059349494530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Findi foi maravilhoso, exceto pelo fato de que nao conseguimos ir no aniver da Giane.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro nao achei Babysitter, segundo, maridex tava com dor de dente (quebrou o dente tentando comer doce (tambem quem mandou ne)?  - tadinho...&lt;br /&gt;Nao posso reclamar deste final de semana. No sabado, depois do telefonema das duas babas dizendo que nao podiam vir, toda desconsolada fui tirar uma soneca com a Izzy...&lt;br /&gt;Maridex saiu e chegou em casa dizendo que iamos alugar um caiaque ou barco e fazer picnic no parque que fica no meio do Charles River (No rio onde ele me propos casamento.... ai que romantico, toda oportunidade de ir ao Charles River eh sempre um prazerzao pra mim...) - Amei a ideia!&lt;br /&gt;Fiz uns sandwichizinhos de frango desfiado com pickles, peguei uns cachos de uvas, morangos dipped in chocolate e fomos.&lt;br /&gt;Izzy se divertiu ate no parquinho e dando comidinha pros patinhos, e eu e maridex colocamos nossos papos em dia.&lt;br /&gt;Retornamos no por do sol e fiz uma jantinha bem gostosa e diferente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOoNqxOUJ4I/AAAAAAAABYo/d-ws3_OEF8o/s1600-h/DSC06297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOoNqxOUJ4I/AAAAAAAABYo/d-ws3_OEF8o/s400/DSC06297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254026943700150146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Arrozinho com feijao preto, creme de milho (receitinha da Clau) e salsicha frita com  pimentao...&lt;br /&gt;Marido pediu o creme de milho e eu sei que creminho de milho cai bem com frango, mas nao tive saco de descongelar e assar o frango, salsicha em cubinhos frita tambem eh bem gostosinha pessoal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOMINGO:  APPLE PICKING - Yeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOoNRmtRSgI/AAAAAAAABYg/IQ9icff_1z4/s1600-h/DSC06273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOoNRmtRSgI/AAAAAAAABYg/IQ9icff_1z4/s400/DSC06273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254026511380466178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Foi super legal... Foi a segunda vez que eu fui, mas com a Izzy "em familia" foi a primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;Nos divertimos muiiiitttto - um montao de atracoes pra criancas, playground, musica, animais pra ver, cavalinhos pra andar... face painting... Legal mesmo..&lt;br /&gt;Foi um final de semana que eu diria: BEM FAMILIA... e eu nao podia ter tido um melhor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urucubaca seems to be gone - THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got so frustrated because we weren't able to go to Giane's b-day!&lt;br /&gt;No babysitter, plus Dan was having a terrible tooth ache - Poor hubby! He broke his took trying to eat Izzy's candy a week ago, but the appointment with the dentist is still next week...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn't help much with that..&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Dan took us for a wonderful time canoing on Charles River. We had a picnic at the playground. I made some chicken sandwiches and made some strawberries dipped in chocolate...For Izzy: some grapes, she loved everything!&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time - It was a little chilly, but nothing really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I had a great chance to talk about our plans for the future and otras cositas mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOoO31mfS-I/AAAAAAAABY4/olCNsx_DlNo/s1600-h/DSC06279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOoO31mfS-I/AAAAAAAABY4/olCNsx_DlNo/s400/DSC06279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254028267725212642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2337290271803434490?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2337290271803434490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2337290271803434490' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2337290271803434490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2337290271803434490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/findi_05.html' title='FINDI PERFEITO... FINALLY URUCUBACA IS GONEEEEE...*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOoM3SwsCwI/AAAAAAAABYY/or3pbUH-g3o/s72-c/DSC06229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6876266760261951994</id><published>2008-10-03T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:33:59.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4467304f4441784d413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play newspaper" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4467304f4441784d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-6876266760261951994?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6876266760261951994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6876266760261951994' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6876266760261951994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6876266760261951994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/extra-extra-extra.html' title='EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA!!!!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3424178484027868699</id><published>2008-10-02T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:30:36.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XO URUCUBACA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOZ03zn04vI/AAAAAAAABWQ/iCGN-RubErs/s1600-h/macumba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOZ03zn04vI/AAAAAAAABWQ/iCGN-RubErs/s400/macumba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253014517473141490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessas 2 ultimas semanas a bruxa ta solta por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;E quando digo aqui... digo: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESTADOS UNIDOS DA AMERICA&lt;/span&gt;, minha casa, meus arredores...&lt;br /&gt;Deus que me livre, mas ja to ascendendo velas e clamando ao DIGNISSIMO!&lt;br /&gt;... Eh economia do Pais que esta desabando, Congresso numa loucura so, tentando achar o melhor pacote pra nos tirar do buraco e nos ajudar a evitar a maior crise economica das ultimas decadas.&lt;br /&gt;Bolsa que cai... dollar  que perde o valor... Pessoas na iminencia de perderem seus empregos... eleicao em um mes... muita responsabilidade nas costas de um pais que nao esperava esse desfecho...&lt;br /&gt;... Sem contar as mini-urucus ao meu redor... Sai pra la!!!!&lt;br /&gt;... mal entendido entre amigos, desaforos implicitos em "nice talk"... carro que quebra.. Lorraine que enlouquece e vira baiana-quebra barraco... filho que nos tira do serio... marido que tem ataque de incompreensao...&lt;br /&gt;... Ai Gente, precisa de mais?&lt;br /&gt;Olha so, coisa ta feia, mas meu Santo eh Forte e eh preciso muito mais que isso pra me derrubar...&lt;br /&gt;Passa logo Urucubaca! Xo! Xo! Xo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO WAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry, but if this blog is supposed to be REAL AND HONEST and I guarantee &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT IS&lt;/span&gt;, I have to confess something to you all:&lt;br /&gt;Last couple of weeks, seems like Halloween already happened around here, and I mean, HERE, right here in OUR COUNTRY, MY HOME.. MY SURROUNDINGS...&lt;br /&gt;The economic crisis in USA is scary and dangerous, Congress going crazy trying to fix the mess we are all in.&lt;br /&gt;Laws and amendments flying around trying to avoid what can be consider the worse crisis of the last decades...&lt;br /&gt;Our money losing it's value, our people losing their homes and jobs...&lt;br /&gt;In addition to this whole mess, my personal mess is also scary.&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstanding between friends, people going crazy around me, kids driving me insane... car breaking down...hubby being unreasonable ...&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can think of is:&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY URUCUBACA!!!! GOD IS WITH ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3424178484027868699?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3424178484027868699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3424178484027868699' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3424178484027868699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3424178484027868699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/10/xo-urucubaca.html' title='XO URUCUBACA!!!!'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOZ03zn04vI/AAAAAAAABWQ/iCGN-RubErs/s72-c/macumba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4957828903831671387</id><published>2008-09-30T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:07:07.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By: Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos é&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b4/Guarda/casal_abraco.jpg" width="248" align="right" height="291" /&gt; tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos e abraçá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;br /&gt;Seja o que você quer ser, porque você possui apenas uma vida e nela só se tem uma chance de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;br /&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;br /&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais felizes não têm as melhores coisas, elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram, para aqueles que se machucam, para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-754"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; E para aqueles que reconhecem a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;O futuro mais brilhante é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida quando perdoar os erros e as decepções do passado.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar duram uma eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é de se brincar porque um belo dia se morre.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4957828903831671387?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4957828903831671387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4957828903831671387' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4957828903831671387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4957828903831671387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-clarice-lispector.html' title='By: Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-4960592747240529464</id><published>2008-09-30T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:58:33.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUTO CONTROLE: 0*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOKDZoeszOI/AAAAAAAABVM/xU05vHOUtKY/s1600-h/DSC06163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOKDZoeszOI/AAAAAAAABVM/xU05vHOUtKY/s400/DSC06163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251904591853571298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To super disapointed  comigo mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Parece uma coisa, quando comeco receber um montao de elogios, parece que algo no cerebro disperta e diz: VAI! COME TUDO O QUE TEM DIREITO!&lt;br /&gt;Esse final de semana comi besteira &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagarai&lt;/span&gt; e como diz minha amiga Dani "deve ser resquicios de uma mente gorda"... Chocolate entao nem se fala... Comi tudo o que tinha direito e ate o que nao tinha ...&lt;br /&gt;... como o ditado mesmo diz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A mente nao pensa.. .o corpo padece..." e se padece...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nao preciso nem me pesar, ja sinto os malditos kilinhos acampando no meu corpinho "quase magro"...&lt;br /&gt;Yeka de findi!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui no mercado comprar umas coisinhas que a Isabella estava precisando e eis que me deparo com um pacote de 100 snacks, fala pra mim? precisava ter comprado um pacote com 100 chocolates sortidos? Nao tem nem desculpa.. comprei porque quis e ja comi 3 ate o momento...&lt;br /&gt;Ai que raiva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;En English:&lt;/span&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Self Control: 0*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo disapointed with myself this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I ate everything I could and could not.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like when everything look great, you feel like you should go ahead  and make stupid mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;I ate horrible things, including, chocolat ice crem, chocolate bars, junk food and pasta...&lt;br /&gt;What a sin! I don't even need to weight myself, I can feel the mother fricking  pounds camping right on my lovely, dear, skinny body...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-4960592747240529464?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/4960592747240529464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=4960592747240529464' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4960592747240529464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/4960592747240529464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/auto-controle-0.html' title='AUTO CONTROLE: 0*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SOKDZoeszOI/AAAAAAAABVM/xU05vHOUtKY/s72-c/DSC06163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3477148649983698144</id><published>2008-09-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:07:20.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CASAMENTO "SHEILA AND LEE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_fqSEr_VI/AAAAAAAABSY/P4iikRe6AF8/s1600-h/DSC06051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_fqSEr_VI/AAAAAAAABSY/P4iikRe6AF8/s400/DSC06051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251161608036285778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigas, olha que ja fui em muitos casamentos na minha vida, mas, essa recepcao foi uma das mais elegantes que eu ja fui.&lt;br /&gt;O lugar dos sonhos de qualquer noiva... De frente pro mar...Literalmente na agua...&lt;br /&gt;Que pena que que o clima e a chuvinha chata nao permitiram que a cerimonia fosse do lado de fora, mas nao fez a menor diferenca... foi lindo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sheila eh tia do meu marido (parece + prima do que tia ne?). Pois eh!, esse eh o segundo casamento dela e segundo do Lee tambem...&lt;br /&gt;Eles se conhecem ha muitos anos e ha 4 anos atras (no meu casamento) eles ja estavam juntos...&lt;br /&gt;... Foi muito legal e estamos super felizes por eles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the most elegant wedding that I have been in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Sheila and Lee were just so beautiful and the place was absolutely gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;Even with the raining weather, nothing changed the beauty of the moment. Wonderful food, open bar, great music and an a "dreamy place to be"...&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the both of you! We were so happy to be part of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME PICTURES FROM THE WEDDING - ALGUMAS FOTINHOS DO CASAMENTO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_jcawVsOI/AAAAAAAABTY/hLeacYpkAZQ/s1600-h/DSC06174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_jcawVsOI/AAAAAAAABTY/hLeacYpkAZQ/s400/DSC06174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251165767895199970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_jVqyWMNI/AAAAAAAABTQ/3H6n7bSN9mc/s1600-h/DSC06166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_jVqyWMNI/AAAAAAAABTQ/3H6n7bSN9mc/s400/DSC06166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251165651939504338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_jKdwed_I/AAAAAAAABTI/qT1YDvazNFY/s1600-h/DSC06158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_jKdwed_I/AAAAAAAABTI/qT1YDvazNFY/s400/DSC06158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251165459463436274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_i2V18C8I/AAAAAAAABTA/T1ylVHzBfG8/s1600-h/DSC06023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_i2V18C8I/AAAAAAAABTA/T1ylVHzBfG8/s400/DSC06023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251165113741478850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_irwroqeI/AAAAAAAABS4/KJgAiHQ3GW4/s1600-h/DSC06128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_irwroqeI/AAAAAAAABS4/KJgAiHQ3GW4/s400/DSC06128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251164931967461858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_if0sKcnI/AAAAAAAABSw/55-fSZSEpaM/s1600-h/DSC06109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_if0sKcnI/AAAAAAAABSw/55-fSZSEpaM/s400/DSC06109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251164726884987506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_iRJApGpI/AAAAAAAABSo/uN1q837Nn70/s1600-h/DSC06037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_iRJApGpI/AAAAAAAABSo/uN1q837Nn70/s400/DSC06037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251164474641554066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_hP7dgBmI/AAAAAAAABSg/frQ5Umkom5o/s1600-h/DSC06021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_hP7dgBmI/AAAAAAAABSg/frQ5Umkom5o/s400/DSC06021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251163354313000546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3477148649983698144?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3477148649983698144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3477148649983698144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3477148649983698144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3477148649983698144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/casamento-sheila-and-lee.html' title='CASAMENTO &quot;SHEILA AND LEE&quot;'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN_fqSEr_VI/AAAAAAAABSY/P4iikRe6AF8/s72-c/DSC06051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8486554203692026900</id><published>2008-09-24T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:33:47.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGAS TO CHEGANDO LA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNrptJXgqHI/AAAAAAAABP0/mfFjf4BpR8E/s1600-h/DSC05916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNrptJXgqHI/AAAAAAAABP0/mfFjf4BpR8E/s400/DSC05916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249765277471647858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLHA AI AMIGAS.... UMA COM O MARIDINHO E OUTRA COM O SOGRINHO*&lt;br /&gt;DA UMA OLHADA NO CORPINHO...COMO DEU UMA MELHORADA HEIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;TO SUPER FELIZ... NAO CHEGUEI ONDE EU QUERO... MAS TO QUASEEEE LA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNrqBr1303I/AAAAAAAABP8/JjtJTsgjlLk/s1600-h/DSC05913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNrqBr1303I/AAAAAAAABP8/JjtJTsgjlLk/s400/DSC05913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249765630323184498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just couple of pictures to show off my "new body"... I didn't get there yet, but I am :&lt;br /&gt;ON MY WAY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8486554203692026900?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8486554203692026900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8486554203692026900' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8486554203692026900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8486554203692026900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/amigas-to-chegando-la.html' title='AMIGAS TO CHEGANDO LA...'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNrptJXgqHI/AAAAAAAABP0/mfFjf4BpR8E/s72-c/DSC05916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-696708485374957897</id><published>2008-09-23T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:26:37.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO AMANDO MEU  "NOVO TRABALHO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNlTcU9Zo8I/AAAAAAAABPQ/Db8lbqFNKtM/s1600-h/DSC05751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNlTcU9Zo8I/AAAAAAAABPQ/Db8lbqFNKtM/s400/DSC05751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249318586804708290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ESTE AI DE CIMA EH O BENJAMIN (BEN) - 4 ANINHOS*&lt;br /&gt;PRECISO DE UMA FOTINHO DO JEFFREY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Nao eh novidade pra ninguem que eu amo ficar em casa, cuidando da minha filhinha, das nossas coisas, das financas... tendo tempo pra ir ao shopping, medicos e afins, mas nada como um "part time job", pra dar um animo nao eh verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Pois eh!&lt;br /&gt;Meu trabalho novo consiste em dar apoio "after school" pra dois irmaos, um chamado Jeffrey: 7 anos, e o outro: Ben: 4 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Sao somente 3 tardes e que diferenca faz na nossa cabeca ne? So o fato de eu pegar meu carro, ir busca-los e passar a tarde com eles fazendo coisas interessantes ja da um outro ritmo pra minha vida. To adorando tudo!&lt;br /&gt;As criancas sao super bem comportadas e o mais velho eh meu xodo... 7 anos, porem, super inteligente, gracioso e super interessante.&lt;br /&gt;Engracado que eu nunca pensei que fosse achar tao interessante um dialogo com uma crianca de 7 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Tava super enganada... Conversamos sobre diversos assuntos e fiquei boba com o quanto as criancas de hoje em dia sao + expressivas e mais abertas que as criancas do passado...&lt;br /&gt;Jeff ja esta aprendendo portugues e eh super legal ver tanto interesse em aprender uma outra lingua, em uma crianca de apenas 7 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM LOVING MY NEW JOB*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Even though, I absolutely love the life I have and all the activities I get myself involved in, it's very nice having the opportunity to get out of the house and do something different.&lt;br /&gt;Specially when you are able to continue to do the things you used to.&lt;br /&gt;Having Jeffrey (7y.o.) and Ben (4y.o)  for 3 afternoons/week make my life realllllyyy interesting.&lt;br /&gt;They are very well behaved kids and it is very nice to spend some time with them and help them in whatever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought of how interesting can be a dialogue with older kids. It's so funny, but I am literally having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Ben is absolutely cute and Jeff is just so adorable, well behaved, smart and we can talk about so many things.&lt;br /&gt;His passion for football is one of his favorite things to talk about. Also the passion for airplaines for war and things related to it make our afternoons pass by really flying...&lt;br /&gt;... I really look forward to see them next work day and this is a wonderful feeling...&lt;br /&gt;* I am really happy Jeff is learning portuguese with no problem. He is interested in learn and he is enjoying it witch makes me very happy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-696708485374957897?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/696708485374957897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=696708485374957897' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/696708485374957897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/696708485374957897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-amando-meu-meu-novo-trabalho.html' title='TO AMANDO MEU  &quot;NOVO TRABALHO&quot;'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNlTcU9Zo8I/AAAAAAAABPQ/Db8lbqFNKtM/s72-c/DSC05751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8808001295753378294</id><published>2008-09-20T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:27:10.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NADA COMO UM OUTRO HOMEM NA NOSSA VIDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNWgscs_oCI/AAAAAAAABPI/O95lJ_ChklU/s1600-h/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNWgscs_oCI/AAAAAAAABPI/O95lJ_ChklU/s400/dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248277626249781282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Calma mulherada, nao trai o maridex nao!!! Nem poderia meu Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Olha so, comprei um vestido tipo tubinho, preto de cetim com um babado na vertical que comeca do busto, ate o joelho (o vestido eh tomara que caia). Lindo! Tamanho: 8(40), porque vou num casamento na prox semana (FOTO ACIMA)*&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei em casa, experimentei + de 10 vezes, peco opiniao pro marido e ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;- " Ah, ta lindo"! (se eu tapo os olhos do engracadinho, e pergunto que cor eh o vestido, aposto que ele nem vai lembrar). risos..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, depois de alguns dias, pensando se fico com o vestido ou nao, resolvi voltar na loja e ver se havia outra opcao de cor...porque cheguei a conclusao que a maioria dos meus vestidos de festa sao pretos.&lt;br /&gt;... Foi ai que conheci  o OUTRO homem que me fez + que feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;O vendedor da loja (Steve) alto, louro e 100% gay!&lt;br /&gt;Amigas, ele me mostrou o mesmo vestido num tom quase vinho (ai na foto acima) e outro: verde esmeralda com um toque de azul... lindo e em um tamanho menor "6" (38 no Brasil), porque era o ultimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fui no fitting room ja meio desconsolada, porque pensei logo que nao ia servir, tive que pedir ajuda ao tal Steve pra fechar o ziper atras, mas valeuuuu a pena amigas!!! ficou absolutamente deslumbrante!!!! Eu amei, ele amou e juntos fomos felizes por aproximadamente 5 minutos - risos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheguei em casa feliz da vida com o novo vestido, e na hora de fazer a troca entao foi melhor ainda, a cor pela qual eu troquei, entrou na promocao e conclusao:&lt;br /&gt;RECEBI DE VOLTA: 40 DOLARES PRA GASTAR NA LOJA ANYTIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;O dia de sorte!!! queria que todo dia de shopping fosse assim nenao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING LIKE ANOTHER MAN IN OUR LIFE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I didn't cheat on my hubby!  It would not being even a possibility!&lt;br /&gt;But I did meet another man who really made me happy today - LOL&lt;br /&gt;I went to EXPRESS last week to buy a dress for a wedding I have to go in the next  few days.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up  the one above in the picture, in the color: black and size 8.&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, when I got home I tried maybe 10 times trying to decide if it is worth it to keep one more black dress" since I have probably about 6.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I went to Express again  to try to exchange... that's when I met Steve "my favorite man in the world" right now - lolololol.&lt;br /&gt;Steve, suggested that I should try the emerald color, size 6, witch I thought wouldn't work out, but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVED ITTTT!!!! It is sooo beautiful! The color is stunning and the best of all:&lt;br /&gt;I realized I am :  SIZE 5,6 - Not 8 anymore... YEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Steeeve... You are the Man!&lt;br /&gt;... Well, not so much ... lololol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8808001295753378294?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8808001295753378294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8808001295753378294' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8808001295753378294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8808001295753378294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/nada-como-um-outro-homem-na-nossa-vida.html' title='NADA COMO UM OUTRO HOMEM NA NOSSA VIDA...'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNWgscs_oCI/AAAAAAAABPI/O95lJ_ChklU/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-3506295133978824562</id><published>2008-09-20T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:36:00.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MULAN - AMEI ESSE FILME*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNT7sVDpujI/AAAAAAAABKU/DfP8A2LWMyc/s1600-h/mulan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNT7sVDpujI/AAAAAAAABKU/DfP8A2LWMyc/s320/mulan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248096204778748466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;Baseado num conto de fadas Chines, Mulan eh uma garota encantadora, com um espirito livre e que tenta ao maximo agradar aos seus pais, mas sente que sempre os disaponta de alguma maneira. Assim que seu pai eh escalado para lutar em uma guerra e colocar assim sua vida em risco, devido a saude abalada que tem, Mulan decide se passar por homem e lutar em lugar do pai. Protegida por um dragaozinho guardiao "do tipo anjo da guarda" chamado Mushu, Mulan vai pra guerra e milhoes de coisas acontecem nesse interim.&lt;br /&gt;Ate que no auge do seu sucesso, seu segredo eh revelado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VALE A PENA ASSISTIR - AMEI ESTE FILME DE PAIXAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ser um sucesso Walt Disney e nos termos comprado esse filme pra Izzy, nao resisti a tentacao de fazer um post a respeito. EH SIMPLESMENTE maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;Based on a Chinese folk-tale, Mulan is a young high-spirited girl who tries hard to please her parents but always feels like she is disappointing them. Her father is drafted into the army which amounts to certain death because of his old age. Mulan disguises herself as a man and takes her father's place in battle, guided by a guardian dragon, Mushu. At the height of her success her secret is revealed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gift to Izzy (who absolutely loved it!), but, I guess it is definetely an adult story and it is a very touching movie! I loved it myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-3506295133978824562?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/3506295133978824562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=3506295133978824562' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3506295133978824562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/3506295133978824562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/mulan-amei-esse-filme.html' title='MULAN - AMEI ESSE FILME*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNT7sVDpujI/AAAAAAAABKU/DfP8A2LWMyc/s72-c/mulan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2137512885484194183</id><published>2008-09-19T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:54:00.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INVEJA OU ADMIRACAO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNQXX85HemI/AAAAAAAABKE/YyhvB3a1pEs/s1600-h/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNQXX85HemI/AAAAAAAABKE/YyhvB3a1pEs/s400/desktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845166043593314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Inveja eh um sentimento terrivel. Porem, as vezes, poder ate ser positiva quando empurra a pessoa a fazer algo em seu proprio beneficio.&lt;br /&gt;Nao podemos controla-la e nem devemos deixa-la nos impedir de continuarmos fazendo aquilo que gostamos e que nos faz sentir bem.&lt;br /&gt;A inveja esta presente no coracao de muitas pessoas, as vezes ate naquelas bem pertinho de nos, como nossos melhores amigos e familiares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So existe uma maneira de combater este sentimento destrutivo: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENSAMENTO POSITIVO &amp;amp; MUITA FE NA PROVIDENCIA DIVINA*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que tomar cuidado com a linha fina que separa a INVEJA da ADMIRACAO.&lt;br /&gt;INVEJA eh querer ter aquilo que pertence a outra pessoa (na mesma cor, mesmo modelo, mesma marca).&lt;br /&gt;Usar o mesmo shampoo ou se inspirar numa ideia, nao eh inveja e sim admiracao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh preciso um pouco mais de humildade e capacidade de entender que  o mundo nao gira em torno de sua propria vida. Que o fato de uma pessoa gostar de voce ao ponto de se inspirar em suas ideias e  atitudes, nao te da o direito de exarcebar seus dotes e nem de humilhar quem voce cativou por livre e espontanea vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que existem os maus intencionados. Aqueles que agem por pura maldade e avacalham sua vida com o unico intuito de te ver infeliz e arruinado.&lt;br /&gt;A estes, devemos nossa maior oracao, e eh a nossa unica maneira de nos proteger e ajudar aquele que se encontra no abismo desse sentimento terrivel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I was talking to my friends about Jealousy. What an awful feeling. The only positive aspect of jealousy is the fact that it can push you to do something good about your life or yourself.&lt;br /&gt;We can't control jealousy and we should not stop to do things we love to do, because of it. It is necessary that we have a lot of positive attitude and faith towards people who have that feeling. Unfortunately, it is always around us. It might even be present in the hearts of our best friends and our family.&lt;br /&gt;We have to be careful in order to distinguish the fine line between JEALOUSY AND ADMIRATION.&lt;br /&gt;JEALOUSY is the feeling to have what belongs to others. (same color, same brand, same model).&lt;br /&gt;To use the same lipstick  or to get inspired by someone is not Jealousy, it is ADMIRATION!&lt;br /&gt;People need a little simplicity and less arrogance to understand that the world doesn't go around your belly button. There are way more things in life. The reason that someone wants to have the same "kind of shampoo" you have and get inspiration through your words or attitudes, doesn't give you the right to over size your skills and humiliate other people who like, follow and get inspired by you.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that there are not people who do bad things purposely. There are! I am just saying that we have to be careful about identifying  these people  and making sure we are not making a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;To those people though, our best way to protect ourselves is to pray for them, because, no one is in a worse situation than they are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2137512885484194183?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2137512885484194183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2137512885484194183' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2137512885484194183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2137512885484194183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/inveja-ou-admiracao.html' title='INVEJA OU ADMIRACAO?'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNQXX85HemI/AAAAAAAABKE/YyhvB3a1pEs/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-5350906118500782739</id><published>2008-09-16T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:11:05.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINDI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNAbL1xb3OI/AAAAAAAABJs/2yFki1NeeKo/s1600-h/DSC05825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNAbL1xb3OI/AAAAAAAABJs/2yFki1NeeKo/s400/DSC05825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246723456113564898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Findi foi ok. Sabado, maridex foi pescar com Roger-Man &lt;s&gt;nao trouxeram um peixinho sequer  pra contar a historia (hihihi)&lt;/s&gt;, e se divertiram muito. Maridex nao se importa, o que ele realmente gosta eh da pescaria em si... o peixe eh o de menos.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitei pra colocar minha "lere-lere" pra trabalhar e limpei a casa inteira (de cabo a rabo).&lt;br /&gt;2:30 da tarde, auntie veio em casa pra uma &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;make-up by: Renata Wilson&lt;/span&gt; e foi feliz da vida embora com um rostinho impecavel e um vestido maravilhoso que eu emprestei.&lt;br /&gt;O cabelo salt &amp;amp; pepper tambem ficou legal com muito gel e esforco da minha parte (hihihi)..&lt;br /&gt;Sinceralmente: ela ficou linda!!! a mulher tem 63 anos e um corpo de 18 - de dar inveja viu? 5 filhos, 10 netos e um bisneto, acreditam? 63 ANOS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN1dB4rAxjI/AAAAAAAABQk/0Bq4qYaoCjM/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SN1dB4rAxjI/AAAAAAAABQk/0Bq4qYaoCjM/s400/DSC01275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250455027557910066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 3:40 cheguei na Mita-marmita pra &lt;s&gt; mais um lere-lere de limpar geladeira, fazer comindinha, deserta...&lt;/s&gt; uma noite descontraida.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz um meatloaf bem gostosinho e um arroz basico, pra dessert: ice cream with glazed chunck of  pineapple. As meninas se divertiram enquanto Mita fazia meu cabelo e colocavamos a fofoca em dia.&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY amanheceu cinzento e chuvoso, maridex nos levou pra tomar cafe-da-manha no CHEESE CAKE FACTORY e depois fomos fazer umas comprinhas na Loja da Disney e depois umas pra mim tambem... Sou filha de Deus ne gente??? Mereco umas coisinhas novas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Levamos a Izzy num parquinho interno la em wobourn . Foi bem legal, ela se divertiuuu muito!!!&lt;br /&gt;fdf&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNBSc49K9ZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/mRvJaLAKfyk/s1600-h/DSC05844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNBSc49K9ZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/mRvJaLAKfyk/s400/DSC05844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246784222165398930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, so um shopping pra fazer um domingo cinzento valer a pena, nenao?&lt;br /&gt;A noite, exausta da semana e findisemana, maridex tem a coragem de me pedir pra fazer um sandwich e uma pastinha... Ah ta de brincadeira ne?! &lt;s&gt;Depois de resmungar um pouco&lt;/s&gt;, de terminar o trabalho da empresa, foi  todo &lt;s&gt;puto da vida&lt;/s&gt;, feliz da vida, comprar meu lanchinho preferido: STEAK &amp;amp; MUSHROOMS WITH MAYO AND PEPPER e ainda voltou com uma Garrafa de Bayles..meu drink favorito... com gelinho entao.. ai.que delicia!!! Brigada amor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNBSxCOkihI/AAAAAAAABJ8/hUalWlQk774/s1600-h/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNBSxCOkihI/AAAAAAAABJ8/hUalWlQk774/s400/DSC05815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246784568251681298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OLHA MINHA CARA DE : LEAVE ME ALOOOOONE!!!!! VE SE ISSO EH POSE PRO DAN BATER FOTO! VOU TE CONTAR VIU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN ENGLISH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was  sooo busy... but fun! Saturday hubby and Roger-man went fishing &lt;s&gt;didn't get any fish-lol&lt;/s&gt;, they had a great time and just being outside and fishing is what Dan really likes about going fishing.&lt;br /&gt;I had an incredible day, first, helped Auntie with her make up and hair for Kim's wedding. She left this house absolutely stunning! The make up was great, her hair was beautiful and I could not believe how sexy and pretty she looked in a long black dress. She has the perfect body for it and I was happy to help her out.&lt;br /&gt;After 3:30 Izzy and I went to Telmita's house for &lt;s&gt;some more hard work like cleaning the fridge, making dinner, dessert...&lt;/s&gt;a great time as well. Mita did my hair and Izzy and Juju hung out for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was raining and Hubby took us for Breakfast at CheeseCake Factory and my favorite thing to do: &lt;s&gt;shopping &lt;/s&gt;spend time with my family...&lt;br /&gt;Izzy got a few things at the Disney Store and I got some nice outfits for my new body - lololol...&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we all went to an  indoor playground in Woburn and Izzy had so much fun! We watched her playing the whole time and caught up on our conversations of stories from the week. It was a real good time.... until hubby (after coming come) ask me for Pork sandwich with cheese and Noodles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DIALOGUE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RENATA&lt;/span&gt;:   "-Are you kidding me"???&lt;/span&gt;  very &lt;s&gt;pissed of&lt;/s&gt; nicely I just said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       "- Honey, I really don't feel like cooking"&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANIEL:     &lt;/span&gt;He is sooo sweet, and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                        "No problem, I told you I could have got something. I'll go get few things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And came back home with food and my favorite Drink:&lt;br /&gt;Baileys, that he needed to go to 3 different stores to find it because the liquor stores were all closed!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie pie my hubby is!!! THANK YOU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-5350906118500782739?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/5350906118500782739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=5350906118500782739' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5350906118500782739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5350906118500782739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/findi.html' title='FINDI'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SNAbL1xb3OI/AAAAAAAABJs/2yFki1NeeKo/s72-c/DSC05825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-1268992598883576048</id><published>2008-09-14T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:48:49.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>METADE*</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008400;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho não me impeça de ver o que anseio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que a morte de tudo que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, mas a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que a música que eu ouço ao longe seja linda, ainda que triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo não sejam ouvidas como prece nem repetidas com fervor, apenas respeitadas como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu ouço, mas a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço, que essa tensão que me corroe por dentro seja um dia recompensada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso e a outra metade é um vulcão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste, que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto o doce sorriso que eu me lembro de ter dado na infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui, a outra metade eu não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria para me fazer aquietar o espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo, mas a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta, mesmo que ela não saiba, e que ninguém a tente complicar porque é preciso simplicidade para fazê-la florescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque metade de mim é a platéia e a outra metade, a canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E que minha loucura seja perdoada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor e a outra metade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( Osvaldo Montenegro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-1268992598883576048?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/1268992598883576048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=1268992598883576048' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1268992598883576048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1268992598883576048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/metade.html' title='METADE*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8745301068956387465</id><published>2008-09-13T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:03:26.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IZZY'S FIRST BIKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMyM1QaW2fI/AAAAAAAABDc/f0RI29owGp0/s1600-h/DSC05765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMyM1QaW2fI/AAAAAAAABDc/f0RI29owGp0/s400/DSC05765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245722512546257394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*ESSA AI DA FOTO ACIMA EH A BIKE QUE TROCAMOS. ELA EH BEM MAIOR MAS DEU CERTINHO PRA IZZY**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ta que nao se aguenta... de tanta felicidade com sua bike. Do capacete nao quer nem noticia, mas a bike... adorou!!!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy comprou a bike na semana passada e foi a maior festa, mas ai no final da semana, resolvemos que iriamos trocar por uma maior, porque o verao ja esta acabando e ela so tem mais um tempinho pra curtir... ai so no ano que vem.. entao achamos que seria uma boa ideia comprar o tamanho maior (pra 4 e 5 anos).&lt;br /&gt;Engracado que depois que demos a bike pra ela, eu comecei a me lembrar de quando eu ganhei a minha... Eu devia ter uns 5 anos e eu estava tao feliz que nao me cabia em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Minha bike era verdinha, da CALOI, que todo mundo lembra ne???&lt;br /&gt;Lembram dos bilhetinhos que colocavamos em todos os lugares da casa e nos bolsos dos nossos pais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pai, nao esqueca minha CALOI"&lt;/span&gt;... Eu eh que nunca vou me esquecer daqueles momentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FILME DA PRIMEIRA BIKE, ANTES DE TROCARMOS PELA MAIOR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IZZY NA RUA DE CASA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c1830a475208a54e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1830a475208a54e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2342AF02F5E0DC85B0AF00F9989F1665F1B55290.1C97597415CC714E745E8716ACE90DF4AE1CE2C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1830a475208a54e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY8AM5ferlY8QeW1KGd-DICFaIlQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1830a475208a54e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2342AF02F5E0DC85B0AF00F9989F1665F1B55290.1C97597415CC714E745E8716ACE90DF4AE1CE2C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1830a475208a54e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY8AM5ferlY8QeW1KGd-DICFaIlQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy is soooo happy with her new bike! Dan bought her a bike last week, but then we exchanged it  for a bigger one because we are almost over with summer and figured she won't have too much time to enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;She is having so much fun! the bike she was supposed to have was a 12", but she is so tall that the 16" looks just fine.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't care too much about the HELMET, that figures, but we are insisting that she uses it every time she goes for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, the moment she got her bike, made me think of the time I got my own. I think I was about 5 years old. It was a green bike and the brand name: CALOI.&lt;br /&gt;Izzy's bike brought me a lot of memories - it was a such special time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8745301068956387465?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c1830a475208a54e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8745301068956387465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8745301068956387465' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8745301068956387465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8745301068956387465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/izzys-first-bike.html' title='IZZY&apos;S FIRST BIKE'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMyM1QaW2fI/AAAAAAAABDc/f0RI29owGp0/s72-c/DSC05765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-8279328594599311375</id><published>2008-09-11T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:56:39.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIAGNOSIS: TONSELLITIS CHRONIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMnmc5ATHmI/AAAAAAAABCc/1vlp6rUpX_U/s1600-h/DSC05572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMnmc5ATHmI/AAAAAAAABCc/1vlp6rUpX_U/s400/DSC05572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244976625062452834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente, querem mandar minha filhinha pra cirurgia.&lt;br /&gt;Nao to nada contente com isso.  As amigdalas sao enormes e obstruem a passagem do ar, portanto quando ela dorme, o sono eh desconfortavel e dai o ronco alto e desesperado.&lt;br /&gt;Chorei hoje no consultorio quando o medico me disse que ela vai ter que operar. Apesar de compreender o motivo e saber que eh uma cirurgia rotineira, eu nao gostei do dito cujo. Senti que ele estava me empurrando a operacao, me deu uma papelada pra assinar e mal me explicou sobre a cirurgia, ja foi deixando a sala...&lt;br /&gt;... Nao assinei nada, disse que precisava conversar com meu marido e depois decidiria.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo: VAMOS A UMA SEGUNDA OPINIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very frustrated about Izzy's condition. I feel awful for hadn't noticed the problem before.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she has HUGE TONSELLS and the doctors really believe she needs SURGERY. They are big enough to make her sleep extremelly uncomfortable. That's why she snores so much.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I didn't like this doctor. I had to insist for him to check the tape I had made of her sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, we are talking about my daughter, not a squirrel!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we decide about something so serious, we need to feel confident that the doctors really know what is going on with our child. He checked her mouth for literally 3 seconds and came with 10 pages of paper work for me to sign. I was very confused and devastated.&lt;br /&gt;Told him I couldn't sign anything without talking to my husband, but, still he didn't let me leave the office without booking the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I called Dan, he told me that he wants to take her for a Second Opinion and we will go from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-8279328594599311375?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/8279328594599311375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=8279328594599311375' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8279328594599311375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/8279328594599311375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/diagnosis-tonsellitis-chronic.html' title='DIAGNOSIS: TONSELLITIS CHRONIC'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMnmc5ATHmI/AAAAAAAABCc/1vlp6rUpX_U/s72-c/DSC05572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-5213097987061726373</id><published>2008-09-09T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:31:34.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS BENDITAS TONSILLES *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMc77aLZ5cI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/J1BpLBLn1nU/s1600-h/DSC05718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMc77aLZ5cI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/J1BpLBLn1nU/s400/DSC05718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244226182921708994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente... to aki super cansada do dia &lt;s&gt;de cao, com uma chuva chata &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagarai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; corrido, mas se nao empurro pra fazer o post, nao sai ne?&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro que esta semana ta sendo uma loucuraaaaa... Comecei trabalho novo segunda feira. Sao 3 dias na semana (segunda, quarta e quinta) das 11:30 as 5:30 (na realidade sao 3 tardes).. e eu to amando... Apesar de amar a vidinha de "Amelia Chique", mae, esposa, agente financeira da familia...consumidora, shoppaholic nas horas vagas... enfim... Nao vou reclamar, porque amo cuidar da minha filha e do meu cantinho.. mas, nada como trabalhar fora ne? sair na rua... ver gente, conversar com outras pessoas... ter seu proprio dinheirinho...  enfim.. da outra direcao na tua vida - ate nossos assuntos ficam + interessantes quando se trabalha fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Tava preocupada com o lance da Izzy ficar roncando pra dormir... eu achava que ronco era coisa normal, marido ronca as vezes, mae, tio, tia.. achei normal a Izzy roncar assim...&lt;br /&gt;... tava enganada... Depois de uns 3 toques de pessoas diferentes sobre a maneira que ela dorme, eu fui consultar o pediatra hoje.. e pra minha surpresa... as amidalas da bichinha sao enormes... e eh por isso que ela tem um pouco de dificuldade na hora de dormir..Bom, nao eh caso serio, mas ja marquei consulta no otorrinolaringologista pra quinta de manha.. ele vai nos dizer se precisamos remove-las ou nao... Deus queira que nao... ouvi dizer que a recuperacao eh dolorida e a cirurgia bem sangrenta...&lt;br /&gt;Volto no blog pra contar pra voces o diagnostico do especialista na quinta !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week my life is crazyyy.... My new job started monday. I am very happy with it. Can't complain So far, so good. Have to confess...&lt;br /&gt;I do love to be at home with my daughter, having the greatest blessing to be able to raise her, seeing every little step of her development . ..being a mom, wife, take care of our place, Dan, the baby, the money... it's just amazing... makes me feel really good and important to my family, there's a part of me that scream for new adventures...It is nice to be able to work as well, see  the world, talk to different people...and still be able to stay with Izzy and make money... is just a real gift. So, I am especially happy this week with my acchievment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the subject a little bit, we had an app with Izzy's doctor today to check her breathing problem. She snores very much at night and we didn't think much of it, 'til few different people got our attention and told us that could be some kind of problem.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Yuan, told me today that she has a very big tonsilles and she should see the ENT Dr for a more accurate diagnostic.&lt;br /&gt;I already made an app with ENT for this thursday and let's wait and see what he has to say about Izzy's tonsilles. She might have to remove them or watch for a while. Anyway, I am very happy we finally found out what was causing all the noise in her sleep and I am very happy and confident that she will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I will come back thursday to let you guys know what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-5213097987061726373?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/5213097987061726373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=5213097987061726373' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5213097987061726373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5213097987061726373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-benditas-tonsilles.html' title='AS BENDITAS TONSILLES *'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMc77aLZ5cI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/J1BpLBLn1nU/s72-c/DSC05718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-1328878557588015688</id><published>2008-09-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:54:40.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO DO LIST</title><content type='html'>- Call Dr Loweinstein for Dan's contacts lenses&lt;br /&gt;- Send package to SP&lt;br /&gt;- Call Dr. Yuan for Izzy's appointment.&lt;br /&gt;- Find out about Disney papers&lt;br /&gt;- Call Tata&lt;br /&gt;- Laundry&lt;br /&gt;- Call my mom and give Nene's phone number&lt;br /&gt;- Play with Izzy and her new bike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-1328878557588015688?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/1328878557588015688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=1328878557588015688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1328878557588015688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1328878557588015688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-do-list.html' title='TO DO LIST'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6192107923635539052</id><published>2008-09-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:13:32.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TA INDECISA NA HORA DE ESCOLHER O OUTFIT PRA FESTA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMHnAwcypcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uKn2gMY6n5o/s1600-h/fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMHnAwcypcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uKn2gMY6n5o/s400/fashion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242725441427645890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amigas, ha tempos que eu queria escrever sobre esse assunto.  MODA/FASHION.&lt;br /&gt;Nao sou uma expert no assunto, mas gosto do meu jeito de combinar as pecas e tento me inteirar daquilo que eh legal, que esta na moda e os NO, NOs, da vida da Moda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom o assunto... FASHION...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando a gente recebe aquele convite e fica na duvida de que roupa vai colocar? Pois eh! Eh sobre isso que vamos falar.. Minha sogra vive me ligando pra pedir sugestoes e conselhinhos basicos (me acho ne?). Ela me considera expert no assunto (ai ai ai.. mal sabe ela...) anyway, eu tento ne? Vamos la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;GUIA do que SE PODE e NAO SE PODE fazer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a Ocasiao for um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CASAMENTO&lt;/span&gt;:  Etiqueta Velha diz que nao se usa BRANCO, PRETO OU VERMELHO. Nova estiqueta diz que vermelho e preto sao perfeitamente OK. Desde que vc nao se atreva a usar BRANCO - rs. Quem usaria branco num casamento anyway? nunca nem ouvi contar uma historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;casamento for durante o dia&lt;/span&gt;, fiquem longe das roupas cheias de brilhinhos e aqueles tecidos pesados de tantas lantejolas e fru-frus... O casamento durante o dia pede por um vestidinho de comprimento no joelho (de preferencia), de cottom ou outro tecido (dependendo e respeitando, a estacao do ano e o clima). Tomara que caia sao bem vindos e sapatos com o bico aberto, tbem sao ok.Ate  um chapeuzinho delicado e simples pode ficar bonito e cai muito bem. Agora olha so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cerimonia for de tarde e a festa se estende pela noite&lt;/span&gt;, consideramos o casamento semi-formal, o que pede um Cocktail dress ou ate mesmo um terninho com cores que nao irao ofuscar a noiva. Como por exemplo: Rosa eh ok, mas PINK nem pensar... Seda e Misturas de Seda tambem sao aprovadas. Agora nao vao esquecer, se usarem um tomara-que-caia, nao se esquecam de terem um casaquinho ou xale na hora da cerimonia, principalmente se for na Igreja*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cerimonia for formal&lt;/span&gt; do tipo: Black tie, entao ja sabe, pode colocar aquele vestido MARAVILHOSO que todas nos temos em nossos Closets... Abusem da Seda e do Brilho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a ocasiao for um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cocktail Party&lt;/span&gt;, sem surpresa aqui ne mulherada? Cocktail dresses, que estao sempre na moda e sao uma otima opcao pra qualquer festa. Agora, temos outras opcoes viu? Uma saia bem legal com um top com detalhes ou sparkles tambem sao uma boa pedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a ocasiao for um&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; jantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; na casa de amigos&lt;/span&gt;: a velha etiqueta pede um pretinho basico e sapatos de salto.&lt;br /&gt;Etiqueta nova: aqui vai ter sempre um truquezinho. Vc pode ir muito mais arrumada que todo mundo (oque seria pessimo), voce pode ir menos arrumada do que todo mundo (o que seria ainda pior), vc pode ofender quem esta dando a festa, dependendo da maneira que vc vai se vestir... portanto, o melhor conselho: Pede uma opiniao a pessoa quem esta dando a festa. Pergunte se a atomosfera eh + pra um Denim (jeans bem vindos) ou eh  + uma festinha do tipo: Saia e Blusinha abotoada, ou vestido to tipo:Cocktail dress..&lt;br /&gt;Conselho que sempre funciona (esconda na bolsa um scarf bem lindo e um par de brincos bem dangly ou do tipo chandelier)... se voce precisar, estara em maos...rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a ocasiao for um&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; jantar de negocios&lt;/span&gt;: Va pelos sinais... Se o tipo da tua compania for daqueles bem abertos, do tipo: (Fabrica e loja de equipamentos de surf), vc pode ir mais despojada. Nao use nada provocante. Roupas provocantes podem impedir as pessoas de te olharem e te respeitarem como voce deve ser olhada e respeitada num ambiente profissional.&lt;br /&gt;Se depois do jantar, vcs vao a uma festa ou dancar, um vestido tipo envelope, cores nao muito escuras e provocantes, podem cair bem.. do tipo verdinho ou ate mesmo um tom metalico. Ou ate mesmo vc pode jogar um colar bem chuncky ao inves de perolas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for uma &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;entrevista de Trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A velha etiqueta diz que um terninho eh sempre a melhor alternativa.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, nao em todos os casos. Muita coisa mudou. Depende muito do estilo de empresa que vc ta querendo se ingressar.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos Entrevistadores gostam de sentir e ver um pouco de personalidade na maneira com a qual o candidato se apresenta. Portanto, arrisque um pouco, mas nao ultrapasse a linha que te leva pro ridiculo, senao.. ja era.&lt;br /&gt;Terninho eh uma boa pedida. JEANS: NUNCA. Eh importante destacar que a roupa deve estar impecavelmente limpa e passada.&lt;br /&gt;Eh uma questao de&lt;s&gt;gosto&lt;/s&gt; bom senso tambem ne gente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a ocasiao for um &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;batismo ou cerimonia religiosa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha etiqueta pedia tecidos florais, chapeus e ate luvas.&lt;br /&gt;Nova etiqueta pede pra voce respeitar o tipo de cerimonia e ter o senso de que numa cerimonia religiosa, nao se vai provocante, com saia curtas ou mostrando decote ne?  Se for um batismo, abuse um pouco das cores, pode ser um terninho com uma cor bem alegre (afinal vc esta celebrando uma crianca e as criancas sao alegres e despojadas).&lt;br /&gt;Um vestidinho do tipo: Vestidinho de Verao tambem cai bem.&lt;br /&gt;Se tiver uma festa ou jantar depois da cerimonia, eh perfeitamente ok, trocar de roupa se vc tiver uma brecha e colocar algo + pra noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a ocasiao for um &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;funeral ou velorio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha etiqueta diz: se vc esta sofrendo... preto eh a sua cor.&lt;br /&gt;Nao eh + assim viu gente? O negocio eh: respeite a familia e a ocasiao.&lt;br /&gt;Use algo que nao seja provocante (obviamente) e nem que seja todo florido e com cores vibrantes. Use algo conservador, sofisticado e com cores tipo: verde musgo, marrom, azul marinho ou preto. Perolas sao bem-vindas e brincos studs tambem. Nada de colares e brincos extravagantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a ocasiao for uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Noite no Teatro, Ballet ou Opera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha etiqueta dizia, infelizmente nao diz mais que vc pode se emperequetar mesmo! Ja que pagou uma quantia exorbitante no ingresso, vamos caprichar no vestido longo e black tie ne?&lt;br /&gt;Sim e Nao. A realidade eh que pode, mas muita gente aderiu ao jeans e camisetinha escrito: I love NY. Gente nao tem nada + brega do que ir ao Teatro de jeans e camiseta.. Ridiculo.&lt;br /&gt;Vestidinho Cocktail vai bem em qualquer ocasiao. Vamos ter senso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Se a ocasiao eh o Primeiro  jantar com o gato ou pra conhecer os pais do namorado/futuro maridex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genteee... esse nao eh o melhor lugar pra correr riscos. Embora vc tenha que escolher uma roupa que mostre tua personalidade e te deixe a vontade, isso nao quer dizer que vc pode colocar qualquer coisa ne? Nao escolha nada apertado ou curto, ou decotado, ou rasgado...&lt;br /&gt;Escolha algo que te deixe a vontade, que reflita tua personalidade, que seja apresentavel (nem muito, nem pouco). O meio termo neste caso eh fundamental e necessario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of not knowing what to wear when you get that invitation? Well, I am not an expert in fashion. But I do like to read about it. Also I consider myself a well dressed woman. I always try to make sure what type of place I am going, what kind of weather I will have and I mainly try to match everything with  my personality and style. I love beautiful things and things that show who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I feel flattered when my mother-in-law call me for advices and even though I think it's kind of funny, it really makes me feel responsable for what I say and wear.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys can enjoy this guide*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if we can get some help from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;The Occasion: A Wedding&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Don’t wear white or black or red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Black and red are perfectly fine, but white is still the ultimate wedding no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What to Wear:&lt;/b&gt; Let the invitation, the season, and the hour be your guides. (If you’re at a loss and you’re close to the bride, ask her what’s right; otherwise, consult the maid of honor or the bride’s mother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For day weddings, which tend to be more casual, steer clear of anything heavily beaded or sequined, says Lauren A. Rothman, founder of Style Auteur, a fashion-consulting firm based in Washington founder of Style Auteur, a fashion-consulting firm based in Washington, D.C. Instead, opt for a knee-length dress in a material like cotton; in warmer weather or regions, strapless styles and open-toed shoes get the nod of approval. Simple hats also earn a thumbs-up, says Amy Lindquist, head of Lindquist Fashion &amp;amp; Image Consulting, in Minneapolis. If the ceremony is in the afternoon and the reception in the evening and the invitation doesn’t specify dress, assume the event is semiformal, which calls for a cocktail dress or an evening suit in a color that won’t upstage the bride. “Pale pink is OK — hot pink is not,” says Lindquist. Black tie once meant floor-length gowns. Now, at all but the grandest affairs, dresses as short as knee-length are acceptable, provided they have a semiformal or formal cut and fabric; silk or a silk blend, for instance, would be appropriate. As for wearing a strapless or sleeveless dress in a house of worship, some have strict rules about covering up; check the protocol beforehand or bring a wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you be invited to the rehearsal dinner, “they vary greatly in formality, so note where it’s being held,” says Lizzie Post, an etiquette authority, an author, and a spokesperson for the Emily Post Institute. In general, “cocktail-party rules apply,” Joseph Williamson, a fashion stylist in New York City. “Save your better outfit for the big day, but wear something dressy to the dinner. A dress and a jacket or a cardigan with some sparkle would be nice. But keep it understated.” Remember — there’s only one shining star at matrimonial shindigs, and it’s not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Occasion: A Cocktail Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; No surprise here — a cocktail dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Cocktail dresses are always in style, but you have other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What to Wear:&lt;/b&gt; These days, a cocktail party can be anything from a swanky society affair — cue that glittery knee-length number from the “special occasions” department — to a low-key group of friends gathered around a platter of crudités. But for the most part, “cocktail parties are dressy-casual, so you can’t go wrong if you wear a top with some special details and a skirt or tailored pants, plus heels or fancy flats,” says Williamson. “Avoid fabrics that are too casual, like chino, jersey, and denim.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fitted cashmere or fine-gauge merino-wool top with a knee-length satin skirt, heels, earrings, and an armful of stacked bangles is just right, he says. Sue Fox, an etiquette authority based in Paso Robles, California, and the author of &lt;i&gt;Etiquette for Dummies&lt;/i&gt; (Wiley, $22, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Etiquette-Dummies-Psychology-Self-Help/dp/0470106727" target="new"&gt;www.amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;), also suggests a pantsuit, provided it doesn’t look too corporate. (Under the jacket, wear a silky camisole or some other feminine top with an evening vibe.) Keep in mind that different cities have their own dress codes, says Rothman: “Cocktail attire in Miami is just as dressy and chic as in New York, regardless of the weather differences, while in San Diego it’s interpreted a bit more casually, because the city is relaxed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Occasion: A Dinner Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; A little black dress and heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Gauge your outfit by the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What to Wear:&lt;/b&gt; Given the number of variables (what time of year is it? who are your hosts? is it a special occasion?), there’s no one right answer, which can make things a bit tricky. If you underdress, you risk offending your dinner companions. Overdress by a mile and “you can make your host feel inadequate, insecure, or uncomfortable,” etiquette authority Sue Fox points out. The solution: “Ask the host for advice,” says fashion consultant Lauren A. Rothman. It’s the best way to find out if you’re in for a denim-welcome get-together or a more buttoned-up, skirt-and-blouse affair. Still worried about hitting the mark? Stash dangly earrings or a pretty scarf in your bag to dress up an outfit if need be, advises etiquette authority Lizzie Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Occasion: A Business Dinner or a Company Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Your nine-to-five wear puts in some overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Keep things professional (you’re still working) but in line with the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What to Wear:&lt;/b&gt; When you’re dressing for a work function, the culture of your office should prevail. “If it’s a conservative environment, dress conservatively for events, too,” says fashion stylist Joseph Williamson. But no matter how relaxed your office environment or the occasion (that means you, company picnic!), never wear anything provocative. “A too-revealing outfit can prevent you from being taken seriously when it comes to job promotions,” warns Fox. And, yes, that includes the “sexy cat” costume you’ve been eyeing for the annual Halloween bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For business dinners, office wear is appropriate (provided your workplace isn’t overly casual): trousers with a refined sweater or a blouse and blazer. If you’re going to a work party straight from the office, try a sheath or a wrap dress in a dark shade, or “wear a suit and bring along a feminine blouse and evening-appropriate shoes, like in a metallic shade,” suggests Leah Ingram, an etiquette authority and the founder of &lt;a href="http://www.giftsandetiquette.com/" target="new"&gt;www.giftsandetiquette.com&lt;/a&gt;, based in New Hope, Pennsylvania. “Or you could simply swap your jewelry for something a little bolder — a chunky necklace instead of pearls.” As for that company picnic, choose knee-length shorts and a short-sleeve top, or a sundress with sandals — nothing ripped, frayed, or strapless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Occasion: A Job Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; A conservative dark suit. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; You can’t go wrong with a suit, but in many fields it’s not the only (or best) choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What to Wear:&lt;/b&gt; At large, traditional companies, suits are still the standard. “There aren’t appropriate alternatives to a suit, and wearing one tells me you are seriously interested in the position,” says legal recruiter Kim Mains, manager of legal recruiting for Cozen O’Connor, a law firm based in Philadelphia. However, in many creative or artistic fields — design, media, retail, technology — it can be a plus to step outside of the box: Try a sheath dress with a wide belt and a cardigan, or a pencil skirt with a blouse and a cropped jacket. “When I’m hiring, I like to see an outfit that tells me the candidate has a personal sense of style,” says Paul Howalt, creative director and owner of Tactix Creative, a branding firm in Mesa, Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, no matter how casual the environment, don’t assume that it’s cool to wear jeans to an interview. “Don’t dress as if the job is yours,” cautions Peri Hansen, a senior client partner at Korn/Ferry International, an executive-search firm in Los Angeles. When in doubt, she says, “call the interviewer’s assistant or the HR executive and ask what’s appropriate. It shows interest and respect.” In all cases, your clothing should be impeccably clean, ironed, and tailored. Under no circumstances should it be skimpy, plunging, or tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Occasion: A Baptism, a Bar Mitzvah, or Some Other Religious Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Trot out the Sunday finery. Florals welcome, hats and gloves preferred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Honor the occasion in attire that is tasteful, not stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What to Wear:&lt;/b&gt; For starters, “choose an outfit that’s appropriate in a religious facility — not too low-cut or clingy,” says etiquette authority Lizzie Post. (If you’ve never been to a particular house of worship, it’s a good idea to double-check its conventions.) Just as important is steering clear of anything overly serious when you’re celebrating a happy milestone in a child’s life. For a baptism, “wear a little bit of color, like a bright suit or a pretty daytime dress,” says Post. The dress code for a Bar Mitzvah or a Bat Mitzvah can be determined by the party held afterward. “If the party immediately follows the service, you’ll wear the same thing to both, so put on a cocktail dress, but make sure to cover up with a jacket or a shawl at the temple,” says fashion consultant Lauren A. Rothman. “If there’s a break before the reception, you may want to change.” A feminine suit works well for the service; wear something dressier to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Occasion: A Funeral or a Wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; If you’re in mourning, you’re in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Your outfit doesn’t have to be black; it does have to be respectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What to Wear:&lt;/b&gt; What’s most important is to convey the somberness of the event, which can be accomplished with toned-down clothing in “dark neutrals, like navy, brown, and forest green,” says etiquette expert Leah Ingram. (Pantsuits and lightweight wool dresses are a safe bet.) Dark and discreet patterns are also fine, as are quiet and classic accessories, like pearls and stud earrings. “This is not the time for your orange-and-yellow Indonesian necklace,”  “You shouldn’t be wearing anything festive or fun, unless you’ve been told otherwise.” If you suspect something might be pushing the envelope, skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Occasion: A Night at the Theater, the Ballet, or the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; All about puttin’ on the ritz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; You’ve got a pretty wide berth. Still, spiff it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What to Wear:&lt;/b&gt; Once upon a time, these evenings out were considered a license to dress to the nines. Nowadays, though, you’re more likely to spot jeans and an I Heart NY T-shirt at a Broadway show than formal wear. But just because you can be casual doesn’t mean you should be. “You paid a fair amount for a nice evening out, so why drop the ball when it comes to your outfit?” says wardrobe consultant Amy Lindquist. On opening night, “go for broke and dress as you would for any black-tie occasion. Otherwise, dress as for a cocktail party: a sophisticated suit or a tailored shirt, trousers, and heels,” advises fashion stylist Joseph Williamson. But recognize regional differences. “In Burlington, Vermont, we would not show up to the ballet in an evening gown. But plenty of people in New York City do,” says Post. “Know your town and what’s expected.” And if ultimately you feel that you absolutely prefer to be in jeans, choose a pair in a dark wash with no holes or distressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="article_subhead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Occasion: A Good First Impression (a First Date, Meeting the In-Laws, School Functions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; A conservative twinset and a skirt to show how ladylike you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Etiquette:&lt;/b&gt; Dress true to your personality — but this isn’t the time to take risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What to Wear:&lt;/b&gt; First and foremost, you should feel like you. Select an outfit that makes you feel great about yourself,  “If there’s a particular color you look really good in or a pair of pants you’ve gotten a lot of compliments on, start with that,” he says. The cautionary note: As the old saying goes, you never get a second chance to make a first impression, so avoid potential eyebrow-raisers. “Don’t wear anything too tight or short, and don’t try too many trends at once,” says fashion consultant Lauren A. Rothman. “For a first date, pick an outfit that’s colorful and feminine and leaves something to the imagination, like a wrap dress.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An easy but proper ensemble for a school event would be a sheath with a cashmere wrap or trousers and a jacket. When meeting the in-laws, look to your partner for cues about how formal (or not) his family is. (Why deny yourself a cheat sheet?) “Definitely find out their expectations and how they like to dress,” says etiquette authority Lizzie Post. “My boyfriend’s parents were perfectly happy to meet me in jeans and a tee, but others might be more traditional.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-6192107923635539052?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6192107923635539052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6192107923635539052' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6192107923635539052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6192107923635539052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/voce-foi-convida-que-roupa-eu-vou.html' title='TA INDECISA NA HORA DE ESCOLHER O OUTFIT PRA FESTA?'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMHnAwcypcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uKn2gMY6n5o/s72-c/fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-2594203143130546684</id><published>2008-09-04T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:34:41.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVID &amp; KRISTEN in Boston*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMBEjs8u0fI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cBBOl9h5Tsg/s1600-h/DSC05442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMBEjs8u0fI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cBBOl9h5Tsg/s400/DSC05442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242265346411254258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este final de semana foi massa!&lt;br /&gt;Meus cunhados vieram de KY pra Boston para passarem 5 dias. Nao deu pra fazer muito, mas aproveitamos o pouco que deu.&lt;br /&gt;Sexta a noite mamma levou Izzy pra dormir la e Dan e eu saimos pra jantarmos com o David, Kristen e um cliente dele (Francisco - que figurinha!!!)  num restaurante perto do Fenway Park. O jantar tava maravilhoso e me concedeu a oportunidade de conhecer melhor minha cunhada.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu explicar:&lt;br /&gt;David, meu cunhado (irmao do maridex) ja foi casado antes e separou-se depois de 4,5 anos de casamento. A familia vibrou  quando soube da noticia! Ninguem gostava da Jararaca e apesar do sofrimento inicial, tudo mudou depois que ele conheceu a Kristen.&lt;br /&gt;Loirinha aguada, bem estilo americana, ela eh doce, engracada e inteligente. Eles se conheceram num consultorio medico (ela eh fisioterapeuta) e meu cunhado, obviamente, era o paciente - rsrs...&lt;br /&gt;Apos 1 ano, ele propos casamento (nesse interim se divorciou), e o casamento se deu em Marco de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;(Nao fui porque Izzy da muito trabalho no aviao) mas me arrependi ate os ultimos.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo meu marido, foi maravilhoso e as fotos e a filmagem nao os deixam mentir... servem de consolo ne? fazer o que? ja passou!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Apesar de morarmos longe e nao termos muitas oportunidades de sairmos juntos e trocarmos ideias, adoro minha cunhada, ainda + depois deste findi.&lt;br /&gt;Apos o jantar, fomos ao jogo de baseball (of course) e nos divertimos muiiiitooo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMBE9WzHoWI/AAAAAAAAAwg/vPOwdf58eRo/s1600-h/DSC05438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMBE9WzHoWI/AAAAAAAAAwg/vPOwdf58eRo/s400/DSC05438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242265787141955938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really great!&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law and his wife Kristen came to Boston for a quick visit.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it wasn't for a long time, we still had  time to hang out and still we had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Friday night David and his vendor (Francisco), took us for a great dinner and Red Sox game right after.&lt;br /&gt;The place was perfect, the food great and we laughed so hard with the stories Francisco and David were telling us. These two could make a movie about their professional lives...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kristen and I had a little time to catch up before the boys arrived and I was so happy to get to know her a little better. It makes hard when you live so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of my friends know, David was married before and broke up after few years. The beginning was difficult as we all can expect and a little surprising, but, everything changed for the best when he met KRISTEN*&lt;br /&gt;She is one of those women you really admire! Her simple way-to-be , her intelligence and sense of humor make her very special and adorable!. It is almost the feeling you CAN'T help NOT TO LOVE HER!&lt;br /&gt;The family is very pleased with his choice and seeing David happy is such a joy for all of us! Since he is so loved and precious for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;Kristen is a physical therapist and they met (I believe in 2004 or 2005) through her work. He was her patient (how cute and romantic is that?)...&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was in March of this year and I regret enormously for not having attended  it.&lt;br /&gt;At the time, with Izzy so little, thought it wouldn't be a good idea to fly and have a wedding to go to on top of it...&lt;br /&gt;My husband and my in-laws, flew to KY and had an amazing time.. The pictures are beautiful and the 1st dance was my favorite thing, second to the movie they played showing pictures of them and the family, since childhood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are really looking forward to the next time (Thanksgiving) and hoping for more time to hang out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-145052becf956358" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D145052becf956358%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46DD1BBF2957A631A7A9E14507A80943C08AC816.5B5D94241ADFCA3E7D1FCD48BC8695E1D31411DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D145052becf956358%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYW-SOIYZYhusLZ0pzGh7OpmMSHY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D145052becf956358%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46DD1BBF2957A631A7A9E14507A80943C08AC816.5B5D94241ADFCA3E7D1FCD48BC8695E1D31411DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D145052becf956358%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYW-SOIYZYhusLZ0pzGh7OpmMSHY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-2594203143130546684?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=145052becf956358&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/2594203143130546684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=2594203143130546684' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2594203143130546684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/2594203143130546684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/09/david-kristen-in-boston.html' title='DAVID &amp; KRISTEN in Boston*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SMBEjs8u0fI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cBBOl9h5Tsg/s72-c/DSC05442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-1843521385336937885</id><published>2008-08-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:13:22.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A RESPONSABILIDADE DOS ADULTOS COM AS CRIANCAS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKxoNFaqJyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/KL87HOz6rzg/s1600-h/DSC05186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKxoNFaqJyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/KL87HOz6rzg/s400/DSC05186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236675040726624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ja escrevi sobre isso antes, mas vale a pena "ver de novo"..&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus do Ceu! esses dias recebi um email do vo, dizendo como eh importante o exemplo que damos aos nossos filhos e as criancas em geral a nossa volta.&lt;br /&gt;Ja havia ouvido falar que crianca copia e repete tudo o que fazemos e falamos, mas nossa mae, nao pensei que fosse tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Eh impressionante! Isabella (minha filhinha) tem 2 anos e meio e comecou falar bem ha uns meses atras, eu nao via a hora que ela comecasse... e agora... (risos... as vezes penso.. ai, nao podia ter demorado um cadinho mais?)... gente ela eh literalmente uma Mini Renata. LI-TE-RAL-MEN-TE*&lt;br /&gt;Super funny.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje quando estavamos saindo de casa pra irmos ao parque, ela abriu a porta, o sol raiando na carinha dela e ela exclamou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Oh my goodness... it's so dark"... traducao: Oh meu Deus... ta tao escuro... risos...&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que algo me surpreende, eu digo: "Oh my Goodness"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia peguei ela colocando o baby de castigo e ela dizia assim pra ele:&lt;br /&gt;"-fica ai na cadeira, nao levanta... eu te avisei..." risos...pode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repete tambem minhas atitutes, o jeito de eu me vestir, ate meu jeito de fazer carinho nela, ela copia e faz com o baby, ou comigo, ou com o pai dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses dias eu estava no banheiro, sentada no trono (sem fazer nada), so lendo uma revistinha... ela entrou, olhou bem pra mim e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa mae, fez xixi? bom trabalho viu? quando terminar eu te limpo ta?............. pode gente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh engracadinho mas ao mesmo tempo super perigoso. Temos que pensar bem antes de falarmos algo, gritarmos ou tomarmos alguma medida. As criancas sao muito inteligentes e copiam tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre peco a ela pra nao gritar quando ela quer algo ou quando se frustra com alguma situacao, mas as vezes, me pego gritando com ela quando perco a paciencia... isso deixa a crianca insegura e confusa.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dei uns gritinhos quando ela nao teve paciencia em me esperar sair do telefone e jogou o vestido e os brinquedos no chao. Apos pedir educadamente pra ela esperar um pouco porque estava decidindo algo importante no telefone e nao ser atentida, dei uns gritos...&lt;br /&gt;Ela chorou, pegou as coisas do chao e veio ate mim e disse:&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, nao grita, pede desculpa pra Izzy..."... meu coracao cortou gente!!! Ta certo que toda mae tem o direito de perder a cabeca "sometimes", mas, temos que ser cautelosas... estamos moldando a personalidade dos nossos filhos. e eles serao nada mais nada menos do que o modelo que somos pra eles.&lt;br /&gt;Meu marido e eu temos algumas diferencas no que se refere a educacao da nossa filha, porem, nos tentamos sempre chegar num denominador comum. Nem sempre eh facil, mas se vc ama e respeita seus filhos, vc consegue achar uma maneira.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa filosofia de disciplina eh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Converse sempre com seus filhos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avise antes de aplicar o castigo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aplique o castigo somente pra (coisas perigosas e comportamento extremo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nao bata (bater nao ensina, provoca medo na crianca, ela passa a sentir medo dos pais e nao respeito, portanto, nao eh uma maneira eficaz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Boa sorte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE RESPONSABILITY WE HAVE WITH THE CHILDREN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already talked about this in another post, but I believe it is something we need to talk about in every chance we get.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Smith sent me a great email talking about how kids copy and repeat everything they hear and see.&lt;br /&gt;It is very true, sometimes really funny, however, it can be very dangerous as well.&lt;br /&gt;This morning when we were leaving the house to go to the park, Izzy opened the door and as soon the sun hit her face and eyes, she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"-Oh my Goodness... why is so dark mommy"&lt;/span&gt;??? how funny is that? I laughed so hard, then I started to wonder how she learned those words....&lt;br /&gt;... Well, that is what I always say when I get surprised with something and that's how she got it. So far so good. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Another day, she was putting baby for a time out and  she was talking to him, the SAME way I talk to her when I put her for time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"- Stay there Baby.. .don't leave... you're naughty .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, leaving the bathroom myself, she said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"-Mommy, did you go pee? Good girl mommy, let me wipe you!"&lt;/span&gt; - how cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;We try to teach her not to yell at anyone or anything,  for frustration or any other reason, however, sometimes (cause nobody is perfect) I can easily get a little loud with her,  especially after trying nicely to get her to do what we want...&lt;br /&gt;Well, no one is perfect, but we need to be careful with the way we influence our children.&lt;br /&gt;Every person has a different way to raise a child. My husband and I try to get our "different ways" on common ground. It is not always easy, but as long you have the same values and love for the child, you can make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FROM OUR PERSPECTIVE&lt;/span&gt; (We do respect other opinions), we don't think you can discipline a child by screaming, spanking  or ignoring a disrespectful behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our philosophy is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to your child first&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give her a warning for a bad behavior before you use the (time out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put her for time out if it is something very bad or very dangerous (don't waste time outs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER SPANK OR HIT YOUR CHILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is: Be careful with the dialogue you have around your children. Be careful with what you let your kids watch. (not every Disney movie is for kids)... Don't reprimand your child if you are not an example for her yourself. Always talk.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-1843521385336937885?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/1843521385336937885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=1843521385336937885' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1843521385336937885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/1843521385336937885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/08/responsabilidade-dos-adultos-com-as.html' title='A RESPONSABILIDADE DOS ADULTOS COM AS CRIANCAS*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKxoNFaqJyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/KL87HOz6rzg/s72-c/DSC05186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-6062354317638262352</id><published>2008-08-16T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:01:02.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOW DA CELINE DION*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKesYFLD67I/AAAAAAAAAtU/jtdhDkon6NU/s1600-h/DSC05088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKesYFLD67I/AAAAAAAAAtU/jtdhDkon6NU/s400/DSC05088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235342621546900402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, maridex nao eh perfeito, mas vamos combinar que ele eh muito cute, nao eh?&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei os ingressos pra o show da Celine  no meu aniversario do ano passado (dezembro), tive que esperar 08 meses.. foi o presente mais demorado...mas valeu muiiiiiiiiiiiito a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da Celine desde o Brasil. Mesmo antes do lancamento do Titanic, se lembram?&lt;br /&gt;Pois eh!&lt;br /&gt;Nao esperava a oportunidade do Show porque Celine Dion so faz show em Las Vegas e nos moramos em Boston...&lt;br /&gt;... Porem, maridinho esperto e thoughtful como ninguem, descobriu, comprou os ingressos (bem carinhos por sinal) e ... da-lhe Celine Dion a noite toda!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tava tao feliz amigas!!! voces nem imaginam... chorei confesso... sou manteiga derretida, ja falei antes... fechei os olhos e me imaginei no Brasa..la na V. Arapua... com minha maezinha... na nossa casinha...assistindo Titanic (aprox. 10 anos atras)... tentando ler a legenda pra mae (que nao enxerga muito bem e nem tem paciencia...risos, mas quer sempre saber o que ta rolando no filme)... Ah quantas recordacoes...&lt;br /&gt;Amei Dan! Thank you so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKetgQozztI/AAAAAAAAAtc/EhvsILPgiTg/s1600-h/DSC05114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKetgQozztI/AAAAAAAAAtc/EhvsILPgiTg/s400/DSC05114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235343861575044818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKeu0oKGecI/AAAAAAAAAtk/rtsVgvmQ_90/s1600-h/DSC05115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKeu0oKGecI/AAAAAAAAAtk/rtsVgvmQ_90/s200/DSC05115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235345310997707202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We were so close to her, maybe 5 rows...&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great experience, full of joy,&lt;br /&gt;love, romance, fun and great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank you enough Dan for being&lt;br /&gt;such a thoughtful partner.&lt;br /&gt;".. I'm everything I am... because you loved me..."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKevnPTjyzI/AAAAAAAAAt0/E-MErJclIOA/s1600-h/DSC05123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKevnPTjyzI/AAAAAAAAAt0/E-MErJclIOA/s200/DSC05123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235346180499819314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-SHIRT DAN GOT ME FROM IT!&lt;br /&gt;LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was one of my favorite gift from my hubby Dan.&lt;br /&gt;Love Celine Dion, since I was in Brazil. Her voice and music are just so beautiful and unique.&lt;br /&gt;Got the tickets last december for my Birthday and had to wait 'til now to go, but it was sooo worthy it!&lt;br /&gt;So many memories came in my mind while she was singing ... memories of my mom and I, in our little house in Brazil... watching Titanic...&lt;br /&gt;What a special night I had! Thank you Dan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-6062354317638262352?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/6062354317638262352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=6062354317638262352' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6062354317638262352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/6062354317638262352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/08/show-da-celine-dion.html' title='SHOW DA CELINE DION*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKesYFLD67I/AAAAAAAAAtU/jtdhDkon6NU/s72-c/DSC05088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-5851901972218362035</id><published>2008-08-15T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:26:17.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUJU'S BAPTISM*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKW7to9HShI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Nt-H7v7bX1U/s1600-h/Juju%27s+Batism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKW7to9HShI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Nt-H7v7bX1U/s400/Juju%27s+Batism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234796534650325522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKW64WNpV1I/AAAAAAAAApw/52R0mCyzy1U/s1600-h/realbatism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKW64WNpV1I/AAAAAAAAApw/52R0mCyzy1U/s400/realbatism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234795619086325586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, to super atrasada no blog (eu sei), amiga e mentora Dani nem me menciona mais no blog dela... (ela deve estar so no-proud of me)... mas cade o tempo que nao sobra?????sorryyyy... ando tao busy, mas, tao busy que nao tenho tempo nem de ir ao banheiro... serio!&lt;br /&gt;Olha, milhoes de coisas rolando... mas vou comecar com o aniversario e o batismo da minha AFILHADA:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JULIA GAGNON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela fez 5 aninhos no dia 8 de agosto (PARABENS JUJU) e a festinha foi MA-RA-VI-LHO-SA!&lt;br /&gt;O batismo foi no dia seguinte e tbem foi lindo... Cerimonia privada (so pra familia e os pradrinhos) coisa chique mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;As fotos ai gente!!!&lt;br /&gt;Beijo no coracao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million things going on in the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Juju's Baptism was so beautiful and so emotional!&lt;br /&gt;Private Cerimony only for the family and Godparents. We really enjoyed every minute of it and we are very happy for being chose to be her GODPARENTS! WE LOVE YOU JUJU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-5851901972218362035?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/5851901972218362035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=5851901972218362035' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5851901972218362035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/5851901972218362035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/08/jujus-baptism.html' title='JUJU&apos;S BAPTISM*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SKW7to9HShI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Nt-H7v7bX1U/s72-c/Juju%27s+Batism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-231630093342608476</id><published>2008-08-01T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:22:23.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ Fotinhos da Disney*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJOxg3S_IhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1l2GcuCvdVE/s1600-h/DSC04719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJOxg3S_IhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1l2GcuCvdVE/s400/DSC04719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229718770464793106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJOxOWuxguI/AAAAAAAAAog/gwIdmctznhw/s1600-h/DSC04617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJOxOWuxguI/AAAAAAAAAog/gwIdmctznhw/s400/DSC04617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229718452485325538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJOwQ5z5jXI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/WHBYCXKDU48/s1600-h/DSC04606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJOwQ5z5jXI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/WHBYCXKDU48/s400/DSC04606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229717396750175602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gente, vai tirar foto assim na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;casadogara&lt;/span&gt;i hein?? que vicio eh esse? Nao so tiramos + de 300 fotos com a nossa camera, ainda compramos o cd que  a disney oferece por 125.00 dolitos! Tem foto que nao acaba +.. ai me pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;"-Quem vai ter paciencia de olhar um album com + de 300 fotos?" Eu hein!                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJOweP3kEsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dQy87QcZxV8/s1600-h/DSC04550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJOweP3kEsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dQy87QcZxV8/s400/DSC04550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229717626009424578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-231630093342608476?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/231630093342608476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533190645571897341&amp;postID=231630093342608476' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/231630093342608476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533190645571897341/posts/default/231630093342608476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/2008/08/fotinhos-da-disney.html' title='+ Fotinhos da Disney*'/><author><name>WILSON FAMILY*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/S5BPebAEFDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QbjyM9xMfLM/S220/OgAAAHV8505qVtoSEtYJ1njDGVctfhOkf1vd6FbKyfyoT_nTMNDucrHgFBWzuurrmTLmJzFQWk7AZS7b08MN4vO_QtgAm1T1UOBDzylWXo71xHUOR8QF06wDKIC4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJOxg3S_IhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1l2GcuCvdVE/s72-c/DSC04719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533190645571897341.post-1649625014031457364</id><published>2008-07-29T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:22:24.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISNEY - FERIAS 2008*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SI-_Ax3nQkI/AAAAAAAAAls/O9mwxcq_MBU/s1600-h/DSC04788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SI-_Ax3nQkI/AAAAAAAAAls/O9mwxcq_MBU/s400/DSC04788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228607712507937346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Olha ai minha cara de manteiga derretida... chorando, chorando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SI--nGEWxfI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jBWoeFPjs_4/s1600-h/DSC04661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SI--nGEWxfI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jBWoeFPjs_4/s400/DSC04661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228607271253493234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, nao da nem pra dizer o quao maravilhosa foi esta viagem a Disney (tao merecida por sinal), mas vou tentar anyway.&lt;br /&gt;1o. de tudo: O hotel "Saratoga Springs" - Out of this world, literally! Coisa + linda!&lt;br /&gt;A suite que ficamos acomodava 5 pessoas, com direito a cozinha, 2 banheiros, jacuzi , maquina de lavar roupa, louca e secadora, King Size Bed...&lt;br /&gt;A vista.. magnifica (muito verde e varios lagos com imenso chafariz)... linda vista!&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma segunda lua-de-mel, sem sombra de duvidas e momentos inesqueciveis vivemos nestes dias!&lt;br /&gt;Nosso aniversario de casamento foi quinta dia 24 de julho (celebramos 4 anos) - jantamos no mesmo restaurante que fomos ha 4 anos atras em nossa lua-de-mel "Tony's restaurant" - coisa + rica (todo decorado ao tema do filme: The Lady and the Tramp), pedimos a mesma comida:&lt;br /&gt;Linguini with meatballs e de appetizer, comemos um delicioso calamari!&lt;br /&gt;Antes do jantar, Dan me proporcionou uma ride de charrete pelos arredores com direito a vinho branco e um colar lindissimo de presente de aniversario de casamento!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu... como sempre... chorei ate... da pra ver pelo meu olho vermelho ai na foto... mas eh que fiquei surpresa com o presente, eu tava achando que a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJC_GvuTh3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Ny_jD0uZ9n0/s1600-h/DSC04802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJC_GvuTh3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Ny_jD0uZ9n0/s400/DSC04802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228889289987950450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;viagem eh que era nosso presente "um pro outro"... ai que meigooooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;Os dias foram realmente maravilhosos (ate cliche ficar repetindo), mas eh a + pura verdade... Nos divertimos como ha muito nao faziamos... brincamos, rimos muito, falamos besteiras, assistimos tv, acordamos tarde, brincamos na piscina... fomos em todos os brinquedos do parque (ou quase todos - risos)... fizemos amor... compramos presentes ate dizer chega pra Izzy e pra todos que ficaram pra traz...enfim... foi muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;Agradeco primeiramente  a Deus por me abencoar com tantas alegrias, ao meu marido por ser tao generoso, aos meus sogros por estarem sempre tao presentes em nossas vidas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo no coracao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends and Family - we had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the resort "Saratoga Springs" absolutely gorgeous! Bedroom with king size bed, living room that could sleep easy 4 people, a bathroom, another bathroom with Jacuzi, kitchen, laundry room .. and a stunning view to a beautiful park with a tall, pretty waterfont !&lt;br /&gt;It was a great&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "second honeymoon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I had so much fun together - we took advantage from the late hours for guests staying in the resorts and we're able to go to every park and do every ride more than once (or almost every ride) - LOL!&lt;br /&gt;The pools in our hotel were so beautiful and we spent great hours in them, talking, tanning, drinking... swimming...&lt;br /&gt;Our aniversary was thursday (July 24) and we went to the same restaurant we were 4 years ago in our honeymoon "Tony's".&lt;br /&gt;Loved it! the theme: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LADY AND THE TRAMP&lt;/span&gt; - very cute! we had linguinni with meatballs and calamari for app.&lt;br /&gt;Before that, Dan got us a Horse Carriage Ride - How fun was that! We had cold white wine and he gave me a gorgeous gold leaf necklace for our aniversary!&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised, 'cause he told me to don't buy anything for him (the trip was our gift for each other) and I totally believed him ! How innocent!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;You can see my face - I was so happily  surprised and very emotional as well (bunch of tears, as usual)....&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cliche &lt;/span&gt;keep repeating how nice everything was, but it really was great!&lt;br /&gt;We reconnected, we laughed so loud, we bought so many things, we enjoyed every second of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just can not Thank enough God for so many blessings in my life! I also Thank my hubby for being so generous and a Big thanks to my in-laws for all the support and love!&lt;br /&gt;It was a MAGICAL TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;By : Renatinha Wilson*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJDAPeOJLII/AAAAAAAAAmc/2H6QxhOU_6o/s1600-h/DSC04592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJDAPeOJLII/AAAAAAAAAmc/2H6QxhOU_6o/s400/DSC04592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890539420101762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;F&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJDAqNNfwWI/AAAAAAAAAmk/gio55BSe85U/s1600-h/DSC04643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajp3iZ9h7ro/SJDAqNNfwWI/AAAAAAAAAmk/gio55BSe85U/s400/DSC04643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890998710452578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533190645571897341-1649625014031457364?l=wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonfamily08.blogspot.com/feeds/1649625014031457364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='repli
