April 2010

Friday, April 23, 2010

Cervix Low And Soft Before Getting Period

Illustration for a pretty baby.

Sorry I had to cut in half, otherwise it will not pass.

short right now I do not have time to make notes.

's too bad, I tell you, but fortunately I had a small

illustration in reserve.

A map I made to welcome the little Malo.

Malo So welcome back!

Bon and if not soon!

....

I hope ...

Monday, April 19, 2010

Reasons Sound Bank Cd

Alice ... The

I just forgot to tell you that I was on vacation.

is why I am not very active these last

days, but I'll be back soon.

I take the keyboard anyway to show you

my participation in Alice in Wonderland

Johan Troianowski on his blog

mystery and gumdrop .

the way for those who want it, I
a fan page on facebook. That's where
: Fan page Nad_Chat

you soon!

Monday, April 12, 2010

What Does It Take To Become A College Coach

loooooooose

Now just a word to say, when I do my loose,
I do it well. Chu champion loose.

In 2 words, Miss Yrgane , renowned blogger, who is
rabbits that try to be cats,
that comes from the same school as Diglee (tail itself), even

with these two I am very much a fan.

(and here's how to make a sentence syntax perfect ...)

I was saying that bin you imagine, that Yrgane
it offers a simple small competes on his blog:

colorize a Kiwi (the Rabbit) Easter.

So Kiwi (always the rabbit) would be very generous with
choco with ceusses would have responded to competing. And bin

I can tell you that he has forgotten my garden

the Kiwi-rabbit (but I dont care, it's not good for
What I had ...). And for good reason!

And yes so you see the stuff coming

the colo, j'lais made (evidence above),

even she said it was nice, but the colo

j 'have made loooongtemps after the legal time,
and she had already made the results for 1h.

Hahaha! You're saying what?

is not good to loose this comp?

Anyway at least it allowed me to talk a little

of it, even if it does not really need, but you
maybe it will show you a trick? O)

Friday, April 9, 2010

The first times are not forgotten. Whether good or bad. Since that first stolen kiss in a playground. Awkward and wet. As the first drunk who gives us a migraine next day to watch the bottom of the toilet vowing that we do not resume. Until next time. The first appointment with the dentist to hold on to arms, vowing that henceforth you wash your teeth 250 times a day if necessary. The first hug. As expected, so intense and ... short. The first car and the smell so delicious that emerges. And his first stripe accompanied our first urge to murder. The first degree and feel that we own the world. And the last degree and wondering what is going to be able to fuck with everything. The first cigarette. And the first regret. The first heartache that leaves you alone in the world with the bitter taste that nothing will ever be as before (and so much the better eventually). The first job and we are taking to the oil king. The first dismissal, the king has the right to abdicate after all. The first child.
At any age, we saw the first time. For some it would forget them and fingers crossed there is no second. And there are the first time we would like to live and relive hundreds of times. Have a magical remote control. To go back, go slow. Enjoy. Make a fleeting moment, an eternal moment. Last night, sleeping daughter, I went back Gently his quilt on it, I lined and I kissed him on the forehead. As always. She took me in her arms as she could. Its tiny members trying to reach around a gigantic bear daddy. She said "I love you." Slowly. For the first time. The first few times are not forgotten. Especially not these.