selychan @ 2010-11-28T16:27:00
customer: I would like to buy one of your dolls .. you know ... the babies ...
s: Here they are.
c: oh, yes! I want a boy.
s: You can choose Between the African boy or the Asiatic one ... Which one do you prefer?
c: oh ... * Disappointed * I was looking for the normal one ...
s: ...
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Interrupted Before Acronis
Akhmatova
"not to give if you do not need "- a classic theme))
Guest
Everything is as before: in the dining room window
blizzard beats snow,
And I myself was not new,
And at my door.
I asked: "What do you want?"
He said: "To be in hell with you."
I laughed: "Oh, you will spell
both of us, trouble."
But, lifting his hand dry,
He lightly touched the flowers:
"Tell me how you kiss,
Tell me how you kiss you."
and eyes looking down a dim,
not staring at my ring.
Neither moved a muscle
enlightened, angry face.
Oh, I know: His joy -
with passion to know,
What he does not need anything,
What I have nothing to refuse him.
"not to give if you do not need "- a classic theme))
Guest
Everything is as before: in the dining room window
blizzard beats snow,
And I myself was not new,
And at my door.
I asked: "What do you want?"
He said: "To be in hell with you."
I laughed: "Oh, you will spell
both of us, trouble."
But, lifting his hand dry,
He lightly touched the flowers:
"Tell me how you kiss,
Tell me how you kiss you."
and eyes looking down a dim,
not staring at my ring.
Neither moved a muscle
enlightened, angry face.
Oh, I know: His joy -
with passion to know,
What he does not need anything,
What I have nothing to refuse him.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Saffron Growing Indoors
For Good answer
I was reminded of "my" boarding children for whom I was a hen-brood hen (read - the interpreter-escort) for a month in Italy. I accompanied a group of completely itself is already maturing adolescents, plus theirs mustachioed forty-with-odd-year-old teacher, who was sitting in the evenings by taking us to the hospitable Italians (I am still in love & in touch with them) and knocking over a glass or two of grappa posletrapeznoy, shone in my face oily little drunk eyes.
Italians, unsophisticated and mental elderly couple originally from Sicily, moved north in search of a better life in the seven-eighties, were kindness itself: it is, a mother of two Italian sons and one receiver for the month of the year Belarus, fed us lunch and dinner from five to six meals - pasta, chicken with potatoes, vegetables, or simply in a salad, then salami, cheese, and then 2.3 varieties, fruits, and finally, coffee and dessert. And the crown of all - limoncello or grappa, or birthmarks Belarusian nastoechki, wherewith dazzled His troops impromptu bar-locker in the corner of the living room. All children who came felt obliged to bring from Belarus as a souvenir (read - The subject of barter): 1) a bottle of vodka / liqueur (border guards are not surprised), 2) a crystal swan / bowl / set of wine glasses, wrapped in "Komsomolskaya Pravda". Children went back to double baggage of shmotok and equipment donated for the most part really lyubivshimi their Italian parents. "Kids" is, which orphanage has already set up that nothing in life is not so easy to do, not particularly lowering his voice, discussing what "italyashki simply tax exempt, if you do charity work, so they benefit us to invite, so let and unwind at the loot. " None of these children in the eye did not call their waiting - let's provisional - Italian parents at least by name. Most called them "master", "mistress", and this - God knows - was not dependent on the degree of soulfulness "owners". These here were "children".
With one of the guys ezdivshego times ten to the above older couple, I keep in touch, I know its been 14 years, one month He is 22. Social orphans - "disfranchised rights, lived in a boarding school, then studied at the" hobze, then sort of worked, then do not like, then got kind of housing in agro-town, and then did not seem to have received, such as what kind of cross. Came to us as something to visit on New Year's Eve, we from time to time at the request of his Italian helped him with all kinds of visa-road questions, offered to move to the big city, get a job, a profession he was a good, but it's something pulling. Recently called and told me that the plunge - somebody out there, they stoned the company is not broke, but the ladder was lowered, the person granted the status of the disabled as a result of - Criminal case. I do not know how it will end, but honestly - I was expecting something like that, very much such a life "on the concepts of" sucks. Do not rush them are in this wilderness and get stuck in a person's life, which is already over 20, and let him through life not lucky with the parents, but that throw life moments for a good re-start is not used?
Another was a girl-girl - not likely a girl, that somehow by itself got under my strict guidance during the trip and wrote to me after thereof a couple of letters, to demonstrate its complete innocence (and ignorance), interspersed with teenage orphanage borzostyu. But they are very strong and in good felt her desire for intercourse (the guy was not like this, it just basically show up and spoke, when he had to). I told her the first time, unsubscribe, and a letter mine was a sincere and good, but on her second letter as a hand have never reached to answer ...
A few years ago. And I think - and I had only one way to go and, and second, and give them a piece of soul? Because then if the girl had been baked onto me, she was uncomfortable when I disappeared from the horizon? Or she was neither hot nor cold, as the "masters"? And what about the guy who should or should not, and I do not know, can not or do not want to help, because it is obvious that he goosey, and if you pull out now, most likely, and next time come?
tame - it is easy, but even a little tame have to answer at least to himself.
Although, of course, nothing binding.
I was reminded of "my" boarding children for whom I was a hen-brood hen (read - the interpreter-escort) for a month in Italy. I accompanied a group of completely itself is already maturing adolescents, plus theirs mustachioed forty-with-odd-year-old teacher, who was sitting in the evenings by taking us to the hospitable Italians (I am still in love & in touch with them) and knocking over a glass or two of grappa posletrapeznoy, shone in my face oily little drunk eyes.
Italians, unsophisticated and mental elderly couple originally from Sicily, moved north in search of a better life in the seven-eighties, were kindness itself: it is, a mother of two Italian sons and one receiver for the month of the year Belarus, fed us lunch and dinner from five to six meals - pasta, chicken with potatoes, vegetables, or simply in a salad, then salami, cheese, and then 2.3 varieties, fruits, and finally, coffee and dessert. And the crown of all - limoncello or grappa, or birthmarks Belarusian nastoechki, wherewith dazzled His troops impromptu bar-locker in the corner of the living room. All children who came felt obliged to bring from Belarus as a souvenir (read - The subject of barter): 1) a bottle of vodka / liqueur (border guards are not surprised), 2) a crystal swan / bowl / set of wine glasses, wrapped in "Komsomolskaya Pravda". Children went back to double baggage of shmotok and equipment donated for the most part really lyubivshimi their Italian parents. "Kids" is, which orphanage has already set up that nothing in life is not so easy to do, not particularly lowering his voice, discussing what "italyashki simply tax exempt, if you do charity work, so they benefit us to invite, so let and unwind at the loot. " None of these children in the eye did not call their waiting - let's provisional - Italian parents at least by name. Most called them "master", "mistress", and this - God knows - was not dependent on the degree of soulfulness "owners". These here were "children".
With one of the guys ezdivshego times ten to the above older couple, I keep in touch, I know its been 14 years, one month He is 22. Social orphans - "disfranchised rights, lived in a boarding school, then studied at the" hobze, then sort of worked, then do not like, then got kind of housing in agro-town, and then did not seem to have received, such as what kind of cross. Came to us as something to visit on New Year's Eve, we from time to time at the request of his Italian helped him with all kinds of visa-road questions, offered to move to the big city, get a job, a profession he was a good, but it's something pulling. Recently called and told me that the plunge - somebody out there, they stoned the company is not broke, but the ladder was lowered, the person granted the status of the disabled as a result of - Criminal case. I do not know how it will end, but honestly - I was expecting something like that, very much such a life "on the concepts of" sucks. Do not rush them are in this wilderness and get stuck in a person's life, which is already over 20, and let him through life not lucky with the parents, but that throw life moments for a good re-start is not used?
Another was a girl-girl - not likely a girl, that somehow by itself got under my strict guidance during the trip and wrote to me after thereof a couple of letters, to demonstrate its complete innocence (and ignorance), interspersed with teenage orphanage borzostyu. But they are very strong and in good felt her desire for intercourse (the guy was not like this, it just basically show up and spoke, when he had to). I told her the first time, unsubscribe, and a letter mine was a sincere and good, but on her second letter as a hand have never reached to answer ...
A few years ago. And I think - and I had only one way to go and, and second, and give them a piece of soul? Because then if the girl had been baked onto me, she was uncomfortable when I disappeared from the horizon? Or she was neither hot nor cold, as the "masters"? And what about the guy who should or should not, and I do not know, can not or do not want to help, because it is obvious that he goosey, and if you pull out now, most likely, and next time come?
tame - it is easy, but even a little tame have to answer at least to himself.
Although, of course, nothing binding.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Johnson Brothers Olde English Countryside China
Attractiveness according to the rules
I kind of wrong woman. Salad and a scandal out of nothing, I still somehow riveted. But the hat - even if I fill up all sorts of different-materyalom - not-for-what!
Crash I just lashes. And so they, in general, personal and black. Embellish them, I certainly see a result, his eyes expressively. Others do not. Are often surprised "What are you, how to paint eyelashes?" And I do it just because I work in a place where you want to look your best, and even two hundred. And I had a hundred and only occasionally falls short.
go to work in a suit. Alas, not Gucci, or even from tuteyshago "Fashion Center" (even more so in my opinion he is tempted somehow falls short), because that can not pay hundreds of dollars for a blouse with a vest, although I know that most likely they will fit without a wrinkle, and all that is necessary, show, and all that do not show will be hidden. But the trouble is, I'm in some luxurious book leave the couple of hundred dollars, not even particularly thinking here as well - not moguuu. And then, do not know how to choose namely the one desired blouse with a vest, I'm lazy, hot, uncomfortable, tired, yes, well-it-on-bounce, and then somehow. Heard somewhere that there is a service where you can invite stylist in the shopping tour, and so it will suit you. Perhaps as a final despair - if it will just be bit of extra money - and order yourself a stylist. Here I am afraid of another - in 99 percent of the cases I bought the thing in a very short time longer pleases me. It's simple - I have, unfortunately, have no taste. Almost all. And stylists - in my view - are made of man, what he himself likes it, but whether it is convenient in this case - and this - the man himself, who cares?
So, coming to work in a suit and - hmm - beaded lashes, as if I was doing his duty to his country, well, sort of match. Recently one of my colleagues expressed somebody's a great view that the makeup woman is most important foundation. Ie lashes can not even nakrasili but tonalka should be, and that's it. I have something sharpened on the subject (plus New Year's party at hand, last year bought a corporate party powder in February had already gone to my mother and she is already well used) ordered tonalku catalog. Oh, and mascara at the same time, because last I ordered nearly two years ago, and it does not end there, and not bad smell, but generally because ink, it seems half-yearly change is necessary, due to sanitary reasons). Ink used and how. Tonalka here for two weeks already, is currently lie down on the bedside table. Still unopened.
I have a friend who works in the field of IT people in both literal and figurative sense. That is, it can go in jeans and a sweater. And I probably would have done so, and would show off two or three times a year to remind everyone what I do even. My friend has a checkered and there is no dzhemperochki + Shirts, skirts, always awesome boots with heels, and without, and light green coat. And look at this before nenapryazhno style and manner that I dayus diva and on-and-white envy. Because it look attractive, anyway, damn nice. Just need to forget about the rules.
I kind of wrong woman. Salad and a scandal out of nothing, I still somehow riveted. But the hat - even if I fill up all sorts of different-materyalom - not-for-what!
Crash I just lashes. And so they, in general, personal and black. Embellish them, I certainly see a result, his eyes expressively. Others do not. Are often surprised "What are you, how to paint eyelashes?" And I do it just because I work in a place where you want to look your best, and even two hundred. And I had a hundred and only occasionally falls short.
go to work in a suit. Alas, not Gucci, or even from tuteyshago "Fashion Center" (even more so in my opinion he is tempted somehow falls short), because that can not pay hundreds of dollars for a blouse with a vest, although I know that most likely they will fit without a wrinkle, and all that is necessary, show, and all that do not show will be hidden. But the trouble is, I'm in some luxurious book leave the couple of hundred dollars, not even particularly thinking here as well - not moguuu. And then, do not know how to choose namely the one desired blouse with a vest, I'm lazy, hot, uncomfortable, tired, yes, well-it-on-bounce, and then somehow. Heard somewhere that there is a service where you can invite stylist in the shopping tour, and so it will suit you. Perhaps as a final despair - if it will just be bit of extra money - and order yourself a stylist. Here I am afraid of another - in 99 percent of the cases I bought the thing in a very short time longer pleases me. It's simple - I have, unfortunately, have no taste. Almost all. And stylists - in my view - are made of man, what he himself likes it, but whether it is convenient in this case - and this - the man himself, who cares?
So, coming to work in a suit and - hmm - beaded lashes, as if I was doing his duty to his country, well, sort of match. Recently one of my colleagues expressed somebody's a great view that the makeup woman is most important foundation. Ie lashes can not even nakrasili but tonalka should be, and that's it. I have something sharpened on the subject (plus New Year's party at hand, last year bought a corporate party powder in February had already gone to my mother and she is already well used) ordered tonalku catalog. Oh, and mascara at the same time, because last I ordered nearly two years ago, and it does not end there, and not bad smell, but generally because ink, it seems half-yearly change is necessary, due to sanitary reasons). Ink used and how. Tonalka here for two weeks already, is currently lie down on the bedside table. Still unopened.
I have a friend who works in the field of IT people in both literal and figurative sense. That is, it can go in jeans and a sweater. And I probably would have done so, and would show off two or three times a year to remind everyone what I do even. My friend has a checkered and there is no dzhemperochki + Shirts, skirts, always awesome boots with heels, and without, and light green coat. And look at this before nenapryazhno style and manner that I dayus diva and on-and-white envy. Because it look attractive, anyway, damn nice. Just need to forget about the rules.
Friday, November 5, 2010
460668 Webcam Treiber Kostenlos
with technology easier to live and joy?
me lately dislike appliances and electronics.
Antifreeze in your car stubbornly kept at a level below the minimum. If you pour to the level of the minimum level, he leaves the bastard. All works, the car does not overheat, but you have to go with the feeling of "what if something happened" in the truest sense of the word.
When I make mashed potatoes in a brand new blender ("Bosch", manufactured by China is not friendly), he begins a minute to smell of burning, such a synthetic fragrance. Well all, I think kirdyk. Turn it off. Through time turn on - it works. But not the fact that the smell does not appear again.
throw off the stick audiokniku. In the car on the FM modulator of each chapter only listen to the first third, then regardless of the will and desire of my head is starting to sound the next. And also only the third. Of the three podcasts recorded in addition to the book, it sounds only one, the other two - not to find, no matter how flipping through files. As if they are not there. But they are there! "
For a computer at home has not even want to sit down, because each a simple operation like "play" music zatyayayagivaetsya on time three times longer than necessary, or even suddenly closed the simplest vordovsky документ из-за «ошибки совместимости», и ничего не восстанавливает, или восстанавливает, но проделывает это три раза за 10 минут, и хочется ударить компьютер. And all this after the household there any vorkraftov stuffed to the eyeballs and managed to score a CD for WINDOWS, so that when I suddenly remembered, free place it was - I'm not lying - 35 megabytes. And yet there was no anti-virus for two months. It is strange that the complex does not gignul. He received a pro-help, and now have 5 gigs free place on the windows-drive and quite a decent antivirus. And yet so slow that it becomes clear that we should ask someone else to fix it.
Yesterday I put new status in Skype, when it all clicked "apply" to personal preferences, it is the day I graced. Today, opened the computer and see the status of the previous one. As fat point across.
Well, at least on the work computer is running. There where at lunch to write plaintive cart.
me lately dislike appliances and electronics.
Antifreeze in your car stubbornly kept at a level below the minimum. If you pour to the level of the minimum level, he leaves the bastard. All works, the car does not overheat, but you have to go with the feeling of "what if something happened" in the truest sense of the word.
When I make mashed potatoes in a brand new blender ("Bosch", manufactured by China is not friendly), he begins a minute to smell of burning, such a synthetic fragrance. Well all, I think kirdyk. Turn it off. Through time turn on - it works. But not the fact that the smell does not appear again.
throw off the stick audiokniku. In the car on the FM modulator of each chapter only listen to the first third, then regardless of the will and desire of my head is starting to sound the next. And also only the third. Of the three podcasts recorded in addition to the book, it sounds only one, the other two - not to find, no matter how flipping through files. As if they are not there. But they are there! "
For a computer at home has not even want to sit down, because each a simple operation like "play" music zatyayayagivaetsya on time three times longer than necessary, or even suddenly closed the simplest vordovsky документ из-за «ошибки совместимости», и ничего не восстанавливает, или восстанавливает, но проделывает это три раза за 10 минут, и хочется ударить компьютер. And all this after the household there any vorkraftov stuffed to the eyeballs and managed to score a CD for WINDOWS, so that when I suddenly remembered, free place it was - I'm not lying - 35 megabytes. And yet there was no anti-virus for two months. It is strange that the complex does not gignul. He received a pro-help, and now have 5 gigs free place on the windows-drive and quite a decent antivirus. And yet so slow that it becomes clear that we should ask someone else to fix it.
Yesterday I put new status in Skype, when it all clicked "apply" to personal preferences, it is the day I graced. Today, opened the computer and see the status of the previous one. As fat point across.
Well, at least on the work computer is running. There where at lunch to write plaintive cart.
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