Friday, October 29, 2010

Wearing Girdle At Work

Halloween


Halloween

Witches, monsters and skeletons out of your hiding

Today is Your Day
Pumpkins are the windows

All costumed children from door to door
will cheerfully
To ask the biggest
Candies s'mettre teeth into

And now I guess
You say "what kid"
That made it draws
A witch for Halloween

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Brazilian Wax And Bush

Ageism

Pastel from a photo of oiseaubird

Ageism

In my diary Regional this week, there was talk of ageism. According to a survey of seniors for the Seniors Day on 1 October, 81% of elders say be victims.

The blame that occur most often is that seniors are expensive due to retire and take up too much space in hospitals. But they have paid for their retirement and they are not entitled to the benefits of the health system they helped build?

It ignores that many seniors are involved in the community by volunteering in hospitals, nursing homes, schools, etc..

I think we value the contributions of seniors to the community and stop saying in the media that all the evils that happen are due to aging of the population. Not true, there are several other factors involved.

You do not know, child, what Holy Mystery,
In pecking around, filled the bird thinking? Small
are in the tree at the bottom of the nest joyous
For you, it's a bird, but for them it is a father!
Alexandre Dumas, son

Sunday, October 17, 2010

How To Masterbait Step By Step

My haven

Pastel from an original photo of Margaret Mary

(My participation in the challenge Colette )

My haven

It is a place worthy of a king

Where I enjoy myself In return
quietly
A piece of Paradise
Where I be free
Under the old willow at the end of the garden
A wooden bench, my old friend is sitting there
I My
composed texts in prose or rhyme
Nearby, a beautiful apple
And many plans
raspberries to decorate everything, some flowers
Violets, hydrangeas and sweet peas plum
Three complete the package
is not Peru, but here
was here long ago
When I lived with my parents
Burned in my memory
And some nights I go back

Friday, October 15, 2010

Does Spinal Steroid Injections Hurt?

Alchemy of mob

That any activity is converted into work.

That nothing is beyond trade.

That is never raised the issue of employment of life.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Chelsea Charms Foto`s

the bit teeth

picture of a street of St. Ubaldo, a village in Quebec


I'm taking the challenge Violet in order to use the following metaphors:
Chew life their teeth
Having long teeth
cringe
Lying through his teeth as
break teeth
Tighten teeth
Se rust teeth
Being on teeth
Have a grudge against someone
When pigs fly
Do not loosen teeth
rehashing his teeth
chattering teeth


The Rounders

As time goes fast I
lives life with gusto
Do not think one second
That I long teeth
There are things obviously
That make me cringe
Example As one who lies
his teeth

I start a course in African dance rhythms
Because I certainly hope

drag me Do not break my teeth
As my mom said
Dark and clenched teeth
After an effort
is said to have rusted bones
But that now means
The term rust teeth

A friend told me recently
Have a grudge against someone
I told him very nicely
What he and I do forgive formions a
She claims she
When pigs fly
And all this of course
Never loosen teeth
is a very bad decision
What between his teeth to chew

My story is stitched with white thread
And for good measure I took my temperature

Behold, my teeth are chattering

You will not be surprised if I tell you That in my pharmacy

drug
In fact I'm armed to the teeth

Monday, October 4, 2010

Mustafa Singapore Gold Rates

October

Acrylic on canvas

October

woke up early
As I do every day
To do my walking, when suddenly grabbed me
Cold , well, well ... It

October that there was welcomes
From're mourning
And most have good eye
To see the leaf color

Yesterday, Apple went with my friend Simone
Ai
met a handsome young man
Ouch! my heart banging

also bought a pumpkin
For Halloween, make a nice mug
Am not return empty handed
To my husband I sang Puglia

Y jelly rooftop
is a sign that it's cold My eyes
me I'm cold watery
old nutshell

Walking along the path
My thoughts fly away in the daily
Returning
This gave me fresh air hunger