Sunday, February 27, 2011

Mcdonald Police Scanners

Glitter Glitter ... ... Glitter ...

In my usual round in the network, I came across a wonderful space, full of glitter images that, despite the uncertain days, they put me on a feeling of happiness ...
... I forgot .... the site from which I took these pictures is:
http://animazione.myblog.it





Thursday, February 24, 2011

The Next Big Thing Song

Liebster Blog

A premium fell from the sky, it is appropriate to say! In this case, the blue sky of Stefan, whom I thank from my heart. Of course, the reward for those who care most pleasing a blog is the appreciation of those who follow him. In this sense, the award Liebster Blog , beyond a recognition that simply means: "I like it," has the great merit of creating a virtuous circle for the discovery of other blogs . So it around in my turn to others
- Jessica Steward ( Romephotoblog ) because when Italy I have never seemed so bad, only the eyes of a foreigner can restore some of its beauty lost.
- Contenebbia ( The Theatre of the Vampires) to look burlesque, grotesque, baroque fairy tale that a certain type of film pours on reality, however, risk being overwhelmed ....
- An expert in the field ( Occasional ) because in a country where 1 in 3 Young has consciously given up looking for an 'employment, there are still people that spring and who has plugged in their diet some "toad" in order not to abandon their vocation.

Monday, February 21, 2011

At What Temp Do Copper Plumbing Freeze

Whisky, Etymology of virtual relationships.


1) Friendship chatting:
When one you like do not you be yourself and you realize that you wanted.

2) love chatting:
When you decide which one you like from you and tells you how to do it.

3) sex chat:
When you decide which one you like you to be and can not wait to meet you to give it to you.

4) occasional reports following chat:
When you decide you like a that asks you to and from when did you go to pick her up.

5) occasional repeated reports:
are occasional reports like these, but renewed and indefinite period, the duration is related to things the "hard" it is very hard, last a bit 'more, but last time, there is also hard to be the head.

6) sex in virtual solitary
single person in busy practices onanistic addressed to another person who, without uttering a word, is off-line or engaged in alternative activities.
7) virtual sex couples:
Two people who cherish their sexual organs of live video, audio, or after exchange of perversofrasi and / or ginecologicofoto, sometimes their own, other vaunted as such.

8) virtual sex Group:
Variable number of people, more or less naked, waving genitals in front of other people of dubious identity and unknown sex.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Lots Of Burping After Stomach Flu

Whisky, this I am.

Am I
persuasive, slothful irreverent, sometimes intriguing, while enterprising
occasionally tender loving, but careless and indolent character
impertinent, time lost convincingly arrogant and insolent
unapologetic, uncompromising smutandato, weakened and a bit 'pedantic
This is I, then there is the world irrelevant, ambitious and arrogant
sigh as elephant, hectic irritating, frantic and delirious

unfair redundancy, where in a period of time
there are those who dream of the sphincter and who goes down the pants
(Whisky)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Fotografias De Patti Manterola

Life and Work of a waiter


A thread runs roughly certainly ruin the work of the best chefs in addition to a movement to make unnecessary the life of a sole.
(Ennio Stocco - Maitre at the Grand Hotel )
At the port of Rimini, one of the most picturesque corners of the city, of which the most popular and Rimini are, rightly, very jealous, there is a some particular library. Some, especially those who love books, you may also refuse to define it and would not have a point.
The Library of Porto is a marquee plastic and metal in every direction exposed to the weather and the elements. Sand, salt and humidity are the masters, not to mention the heat, as the sun beats us on without interruption from dawn to dusk. The most obvious consequence of all this can be seen at the entrance: shelves more than one volume has the cover "curled, folded in on itself, in a clear expression of disgust and suffering paper. Moreover, taking up a book whatsoever, you immediately feel the thick layer of sand and dust that covers it. The sand is also inside, between the pages rustle and creak dramatically.
For fetishists of the book, an experience not to be missed. Or to be avoided.
However, if I am in those parts never give up a visit, especially since I discovered that there is a corner dedicated to the Adriatic Coast: Volumes of local publishers or who are concerned with the life, customs and traditions this stretch of coast. I found there in the middle of the Grand Hotel Maitre Ennio Stocco, for thirty years in the service of the Grand Hotel of Rimini. Fifteen
€ for a paperback volume of 116 pages plus another 16 photos. Not a few! I bought it to see if I had found at least one while, despite the difference in class and, consequently, the type of clientele. And I was curious to find a point of view different from mine on the reality of tourism Romagna. To begin

Ennio Stocco but not Romagna Veneto. E 'come to Rimini in 1968 after several experiences in other Italian hotels and foreigners. He began making the case for the waiter at the age of 16 years. Did not attend a vocational school, barely managed to finish secondary school, despite what he writes:
"The waiter is recognized by professional details. The habit first. The way she moves among the tables should be thinking to that of a landlord with its guests. Cortese, always, never brash, never intrusive. There is talking in chat most of the time due and failure to address personal issues, nor will expose personal opinions. At the urging of the customer should be able to talk for hours about the weather. "
style leaves something to be desired, I agree, this does not stop to highlight the most important fact: the full realization of his vocation. Not is quite a feat!
If I think of all the people who are offered each year to work at the hotel, offering itself for two or three different jobs (one is the other, provided they can work), I take a great sadness.

"In the long years of service I've seen all colors, shapes and sizes.
could not be otherwise and I am sure that the anecdotes recounted in the book are a fraction of the actual measurements. Also, when you work for a life in the hospitality sector, develops a code of ethics is very similar to that of a doctor, lawyer or a journalist, and even after the leave can not negate its obligations towards patients, clients, sources or customers. It 's a matter of honor and loyalty. Probably the hottest secrets, revelations more rough, more gruesome events, they are to trust only those closest and trusted and disappear with the death of their depositary.
Bush and Gorbachev, Princess Diana, Shimon Peres, Spadolini, Enzo Biagi, of course, Sharon Stone and Federico Fellini. Everyone knows that the myth of the Grand Hotel of Rimini was born with his films and he used to stay there when he returned in Rimini. The Grand Hotel was one of the few corners of the city survived the big change after the devastation of war and then with the arrival of mass tourism. Fellini When he left for Rome in 1937, the resort was a privilege of a few: rich , noble people who had too much free time and had to find ways to fill it. Everyone else was too busy trying to survive.
Fellini did not accept the way down what had become Rimini after World War II and has never made any secret. As reiterated on many occasions, Rimini for him was more of a "memory size" and as such could live within the walls of the Grand Hotel. Indeed, Stocco testifies that when he died, at the Grand Hotel came dozens of messages of condolence: " ... including one of Woody Allen who believe that the hotel was owned by Fellini."

There is another anecdote, but do not relate one of the guests, Stocco back with plenty.
One fellow with a passion for music and singing had to perform in a singing competition in a room near the Grand Hotel. The winner would be been decided by applause. Stocco and colleagues, unable to afford the entry and drinks from the local, were cheering outside, but when the organization became aware of noise from outside, poor competitor is disqualified by providing for the victory of the opponent, a certain Silvio Berlusconi.

The richest Russians, the mucilage, the theft of towels ... autobiography of maitre Stocco there is all the footage of that kind of representation that goes to every summer replica now for sixty years. Stocco is old school and devotes an entire chapter to praising his profession, confirming at the same time the cliché waiters discrete actors, often unnoticed or even transparent, but essential. It does not save a dig at those who take, not always deserved, the spotlight:
"Today it is fashionable to do cooking shows, chefs from all we see, creative menu, low cost, fast. Applause, congratulations . Some chef even came to work in television. There is a news program that omits the section devoted to recipes or the Mediterranean diet advice and live culinary preparations. Waiters never! "

Bich Poo Puppies In Michigan

Fabio Volo, from "E 'a life that you look"

often said that life was lousy.
Even that sentence was rubbing me, because I should have said:
'My life sucks'.
So, maybe I started to wonder if I could do something to change it.
If it was all the fault of fate, the case of bad luck, or whether I was guilty too. Why say that life sucks
is like saying that there is nothing we can do.
What you have to accept as a fact essential.
Good thing then I changed my mind.
Fortuna I understand that my life has value and that value
him I do with my choices and the courage of my decisions.
I learned to ask me a question every night before falling asleep:
what have you done today to realize your dream, your freedom?
the second night when I said 'No', I realized how
the bottom part of the problem was me.
So either stop complaining or I started to give me to do.

Meaning Of Song True Spandau Ballet

Fabio Volo, from "E' a life that you look" Incipit


How could I convince you that I'll love you if I did not know love myself?
How could I make you happy if I could not make myself happy?
From this moment I take off every armor, all protection.
With this I'm not saying "we live together." I'm telling you "live". Point.
'm not in love with you ... I love you.
For this I am sure. There may also be a loving being in love, but not always fall in love is true love. I love you.
As I have never loved anyone before. I am also in love with you.

Kates Playground Posing

E 'What do you expect of a Life Flight Fabio


cold. I have a cold. After all I knew.
She stopped by me for the night, and I wanted to sleep naked, because
put the shirt seemed a little macho. To think that I know that if I put the jersey
then take cold. But sometimes I like to be cool,
I like to pretend to be what they are not. I'm a hard bare-chested and
morning I say, "Babba bia that cold."
But I know that this was the last time.
Something has changed.
I know that I love. I think for the first time I'm in love.
I mean really in love.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Polaris Extra10 Suspension Adjustments

But how long has it been??

Only now do I realize that I have been away from this blog for so long. But since the days only last 12 hours?? In the meantime, I have not been with our hands ... but ... I tried to post some recipe in my second blog (according to only in order of creation ...) and I created with my colleague Antonio, with the third blog in which we try to "vent" our passion for cinema (him ..) and reading (I. ..)...
I put the link below ... if you want and if you have time you can take a look.

http://inmysweetkitchen.blogspot.com
http://cl84charingcrossroad.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Gemmy Inflatable Fan Motor

Winter sea


Most hoteliers Romagna enjoys the sea of \u200b\u200bits own in winter. Of course, you do not bathe, do not lie down on the sand for sunbathing, and even they start to play "rackets." Some people go fishing, people walking, running or cycling on the seafront, who likes to find coins and jewelry with the divining rod of the modern: the metal detector . All things a little bit sad, to tell the truth, not so much in themselves but in relation to how one lives the sea during the summer.

As a child I went to the beach with my grandmother because my parents were busy with work at the hotel. Now I have a few vague memories of those days.
Growing up and starting to make my contribution in the business, dedicated to the sea some hours in the afternoon, especially for me because of my long swims nell'espormi helpless little autonomy in the sun. In one of these occasions - it was Aug. 14 - after the traditional "walk of August" that each hotel can arrange with their clients, flushed and sweaty I rushed to the beach for a refreshing bath. Running between the rows of umbrellas with the view of the shoreline that was opening before me, I was surprised to find that there was no one in the water. And to think that was just after five thirty in the afternoon, it was a damn hot and the beach was crowded with people.
When I arrived on the shore a few seconds I was confused and perplexed. I could not understand. Turning our gaze to the right and left, for several hundred meters along the coast, I could not even find a "wet". There were just people who, like me, staring at the horizon with some disappointment, as one who had prepared for a walk but had noticed that it's raining outside.
This little shock must have distracted my attention from the real cause of the problem became clear when I looked down: a rich brown and sticky foam licked the toes of my feet. My first thought was, what the hell have downloaded ? Then I realized that the sea, the whole sea, was of the same color brown. Individuai And also a man, a few dozen yards ahead of me, who was standing in the water and was completely covered with the brown substance. It was like this had camouflaged and hidden from my view.
I tried to take a few steps but that kind of foam is rubbed on the skin as soon Check (you remember? Gusti tuna or salmon). I decided that that day would not have had a bath and went back, still unaware that he had just witnessed the first spectacular appearance of one of the worst disasters for tourism Romagna: the slime!

Once framed in effect in the work at the hotel, the sea in the summer is almost entirely disappeared from my horizon. The few times I go there is to tell the reservation of some wet umbrella from our customers. I walk the hundred yards to the bathroom with sadness dell'ergastolano.
Regarding the off-season I like to run on the waterfront or the beach. For some years this is the closer contact I have with the sea. I am proud but I do not even sorry.
Even so, however, are made of strange encounters. The other day I met a guy who ran in the opposite direction to mine. Glimpsed from afar I had noticed something strange. He had an unnatural posture, hung slightly to one side. When I got close enough I saw he was holding a portable CD player that made him look like the Discus Thrower of Myron. He held his arm and away from the rigid body and gait I suffered because he ran as if it were always tired.
In addition to meetings, there are finds. For example, those of the material carried by the tide on the beach, stones, shells, sticks, crab carcasses, scraps of nets, bags and plastic bottles, a few fish ... but not only. One day as I ran on the shoreline, I came across a cock. Dead, of course. It was probably hit by a stream that had swollen due to the rains, had drowned and was thrown into the sea where the storm had knocked on the beach. Then they say that hens do the same old life ....
On another occasion, perhaps because of lack of oxygen or excessive perspiration, I seemed to see a fossil stone. It is a stone split almost exactly in half on the inner face is in the shape of a fish, a lizard or a small turtle. I'm still undecided. The figure is especially visible when the stone is wet and the various shades of brown stand out fully. I brought home to me every now and study. Sooner or later I will remove the doubt by making review by an expert.
The beach in summer has no secrets: a smooth, clean, tidy but in winter .... There is something about everything and it is hard to decipher the shape or function. Chews and spits out the sea and the wind ruffles. There are traces or strange contours that terminate abruptly, as if those let them have taken off. Maybe he was flying and landed, and began to walk ... There is nothing better than a beach in winter for practicing as and because .