<?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-1041219330852923455</id><updated>2011-11-26T13:57:02.541-02:00</updated><category term='Interessantes'/><category term='PhotoScape'/><category term='Enquete'/><category term='Mensagens'/><category term='Comemorativos'/><category term='Natália'/><category term='Parênteses'/><category term='Adoro'/><category term='Dicas Quentes'/><category term='desenho'/><category term='Caixinha de memórias'/><category term='Família'/><category term='esperança'/><category term='Diário da Fernanda'/><category term='Vídeos'/><category term='Diário'/><category term='Fotos'/><category term='Mix Post'/><category term='Utilidade Pública'/><category term='Pai'/><category term='Divulgação'/><category term='Foto'/><category term='Detesto'/><category term='BuddyPoke'/><category term='Es'/><category term='Banhos Divertidos'/><category term='Ano novo'/><category term='BBB10'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Parque da Mônica'/><category term='Espiritualidade'/><category term='Carnaval'/><category term='Retrô 2010'/><category term='Novidades'/><category term='Luto'/><category term='Homenagem'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='Férias'/><category term='Blogagem coletiva'/><category term='Fernanda'/><category term='Histórias'/><category term='Quadrinhos'/><category term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Bem vindo à Iedalândia !</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui é o meu cantinho !
Diário, desabafos, utilidades e inutilidades !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>275</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-9192450429865250559</id><published>2011-10-04T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:29:51.404-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Voltei !!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Enfim, estou de volta depois de 1 mês sem postar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SETEMBRO foi um mês difícil, complicado e compriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiido ! Pensei que ia chegar 31 de dezembro antes de setembro acabar !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nas últimas 2 semanas, no meu tempo livre, me dediquei exclusivamente à uma grande festa da minha família (por parte de mãe) que fizemos no domingo, dia 02/10. Fiquei responsável pela "agitação" da galera e para isso criei um blog &amp;nbsp;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://fiestamaldonado.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nossa família&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;) . Também fiz um filme com várias fotos antigas, que passamos durante o evento.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O evento foi maravilhoso ! Reencontrei muitos tios e primos, conheci primos de vários graus e senti muita falta daqueles que não foram ou já se foram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Então, nesse clima maravilhoso OUTUBRO começou (graças à Deus) !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-9192450429865250559?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/9192450429865250559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/10/voltei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/9192450429865250559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/9192450429865250559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/10/voltei.html' title='Voltei !!!'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-744198772972286395</id><published>2011-09-01T22:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:40:59.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu queridos diários</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Já disse que a minha inspiração para criar esse blog, &amp;nbsp;foi por que eu amo escrever diários desde os 10 anos...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Já disse também que boa parte desses diários viraram cinzas na churrasqueira da casa dos meus pais...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas quando eu acho que tudo o que me resta é o blog, minha mãe acha alguns diários "fênix" !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFssLRaC2lw/TmAweplcnQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/IARF8OTsR_c/s1600/SANY2659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFssLRaC2lw/TmAweplcnQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/IARF8OTsR_c/s320/SANY2659.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Os sobreviventes"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Simbora", voltar para o passado !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-744198772972286395?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/744198772972286395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/09/disse-que-minha-inspiracao-para-criar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/744198772972286395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/744198772972286395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/09/disse-que-minha-inspiracao-para-criar.html' title='Meu queridos diários'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFssLRaC2lw/TmAweplcnQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/IARF8OTsR_c/s72-c/SANY2659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7900165586505977571</id><published>2011-08-29T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:21:22.005-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Carinho bom...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Depois de ficar olhando para a tela em branco por uns 15 minutos pensando em quanto o trabalho tem me deixado cansada e sem inspiração, eis que surge um oásis no deserto...:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Minha filha Fernanda decidiu me fazer um penteado.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Confesso que fico parecendo a própria "Maria-Chiquinha" com tantas xuxinhas e presilhas, mas é tão gostoso me sentir cuidada por ela !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42WkQRuvviM/Tlw6I2cbV9I/AAAAAAAAA_U/saHPEwc5IJY/s1600/snapshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42WkQRuvviM/Tlw6I2cbV9I/AAAAAAAAA_U/saHPEwc5IJY/s320/snapshot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7900165586505977571?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7900165586505977571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/carinho-bom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7900165586505977571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7900165586505977571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/carinho-bom.html' title='Carinho bom...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42WkQRuvviM/Tlw6I2cbV9I/AAAAAAAAA_U/saHPEwc5IJY/s72-c/snapshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-507798380175128556</id><published>2011-08-14T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:03:39.970-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><title type='text'>Dia dos Pais</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Se tem uma música da qual eu sempre me lembro nesse dia, é música Dia dos Pais do Balão Mágico.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Há 3 anos atrás, o aniversário da Natália&amp;nbsp;coincidiu&amp;nbsp;com o dia dos pais, então além do vídeo para homenageá-la, eu fiz um para os papais da família. Foi um dos primeiros vídeos que eu fiz, e eu usava o PowerPoint e depois jogava num programa que transformava em vídeo (PPT to vídeo), por isso é bem amador. Mas o que vale é a essência da homenagem !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Au47YMtSru8?hl=pt&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-507798380175128556?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/507798380175128556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/dia-dos-pais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/507798380175128556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/507798380175128556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/dia-dos-pais.html' title='Dia dos Pais'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Au47YMtSru8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-8868794473681888600</id><published>2011-08-07T18:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T18:07:43.269-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>Natália 5 anos</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Ontem a Natália completou 5 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Esse é o vídeo que eu fiz para comemorar essa data especial. É um pouquinho longo (quase 11 minutos), mas vale à pena assistir até o fim !...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7CazSnZdMGg" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-8868794473681888600?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8868794473681888600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/natalia-5-anos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8868794473681888600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8868794473681888600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/natalia-5-anos.html' title='Natália 5 anos'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7CazSnZdMGg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7662837721955256389</id><published>2011-08-04T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:56:05.111-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Errar é humano</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;É só mais um desabafo...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu preciso aceitar que errar é humano e, se eu sou humana, logo sou passível de cometer erros !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Preciso aceitar que, apesar da bagagem de conhecimento profissional que tenho, posso cometer erros que isso não me diminui perante as pessoas e nem diminuí o que eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aliás, se agente aprende com os erros, fiquei mais sábia hoje !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7662837721955256389?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7662837721955256389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/errar-e-humano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7662837721955256389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7662837721955256389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/errar-e-humano.html' title='Errar é humano'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-4488581498482005331</id><published>2011-08-02T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:54:37.768-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas Quentes'/><title type='text'>Auto Estima</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Essa matéria do Terra é simplesmente ÓTIMA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mulher.terra.com.br/fotos/0,,OI163186-EI16610,00-Aprenda+maneiras+para+melhorar+sua+autoestima.html"&gt;44 maneiras de melhorar sua auto-estima&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlnuyIJ0Hpw/Tjib5gCpJfI/AAAAAAAAA_M/a3TOU8-y7fQ/s1600/1973914-4902-rec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlnuyIJ0Hpw/Tjib5gCpJfI/AAAAAAAAA_M/a3TOU8-y7fQ/s320/1973914-4902-rec.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-4488581498482005331?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4488581498482005331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/auto-estima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4488581498482005331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4488581498482005331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/auto-estima.html' title='Auto Estima'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlnuyIJ0Hpw/Tjib5gCpJfI/AAAAAAAAA_M/a3TOU8-y7fQ/s72-c/1973914-4902-rec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-327590435362738063</id><published>2011-08-01T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:10:08.020-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Curtindo (e esperando) a festa</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Minha mãe sempre disse que o melhor da festa, é esperar por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E é assim mesmo !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A Natália vai fazer 5 anos no sábado (06/08) e eu vou fazer uma festinha aqui em casa para os amiguinhos da escola.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Uma festinha...Mas com tudo que ela tem direito: Decoração, fantasia, bolo e velinha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E é aí que eu entro com a curtição: Eu adoro organizar tudo isso !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É sempre assim : Elas escolhem o tema e eu invento a decoração.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Então... Dessa vez, eu estou literalmente "Armando o circo" !!! (Totalmente inspirada pelo livro Água para elefante).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E olha no que eu transformei os "famosos" mamíferos da Parmalat :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwtTkIBV0eM/TjdMzMYGl7I/AAAAAAAAA_I/M6ImdjOpgPM/s1600/SANY2463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwtTkIBV0eM/TjdMzMYGl7I/AAAAAAAAA_I/M6ImdjOpgPM/s400/SANY2463.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E isso é só o começo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-327590435362738063?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/327590435362738063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/curtindo-e-esperando-festa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/327590435362738063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/327590435362738063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/08/curtindo-e-esperando-festa.html' title='Curtindo (e esperando) a festa'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwtTkIBV0eM/TjdMzMYGl7I/AAAAAAAAA_I/M6ImdjOpgPM/s72-c/SANY2463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5880713590794216888</id><published>2011-07-24T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:16:40.329-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Prazo de validade expirado</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Minha mãe costuma dizer que o convívio entre crianças tem prazo de validade.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quando se encontram é a maior festa ! Durante um bom tempo, a brincadeira flui maravilhosamente bem. Mas conforme o tempo vai passando, as divergências vão aparecendo, surgem os conflitos sobre brincadeiras e então começam as briguinhas. É um tal de:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Mãããe ! Fulano fez isso !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Mãããe! Ciclano não quer ser mais meu amigo !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Mãããe! Beltrano não deixa eu brincar !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;É quando o prazo de validade expira. Hora de ir cada um para sua casa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas como fazer quando trata-se de irmãos ?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O prazo de validade das minhas filhas venceu. Depois de 25 dias de férias, nos últimos dias &amp;nbsp;elas não estão mais se entendendo, é uma briguinha atrás da outra &amp;nbsp;e eu não aguento mais ouvir: &amp;nbsp;- Mãããããe...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asXKIGu-fNs/TiyKQne6FpI/AAAAAAAAA_E/F4-y-F578Uc/s1600/SANY2462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asXKIGu-fNs/TiyKQne6FpI/AAAAAAAAA_E/F4-y-F578Uc/s320/SANY2462.JPG" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ainda bem &amp;nbsp;que as férias acabaram !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Amanhã, Volta ás aulas !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5880713590794216888?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5880713590794216888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/prazo-de-validade-expirado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5880713590794216888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5880713590794216888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/prazo-de-validade-expirado.html' title='Prazo de validade expirado'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asXKIGu-fNs/TiyKQne6FpI/AAAAAAAAA_E/F4-y-F578Uc/s72-c/SANY2462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-6347261851998082002</id><published>2011-07-20T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:46:29.396-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><title type='text'>Dia da amizade</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Minha singela homenagem à todos os meus amigos de ontem, de hoje e de sempre !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QcGbBG__x7g" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-6347261851998082002?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6347261851998082002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-da-amizade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6347261851998082002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6347261851998082002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-da-amizade.html' title='Dia da amizade'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QcGbBG__x7g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2869927542824955522</id><published>2011-07-17T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:54:23.254-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Férias: The ultimate day...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E lá se foram os 15 dias de férias ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Amanhã estou de volta ao "batente"!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Se eu queria mais ?...Claro que mais uns dias não iam fazer mal nenhum, mas estou satisfeita !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu e as meninas nos divertimos bastante: fomos ao cinema, passeamos no parque, andamos de metrô, tomamos sorvete, brincamos na biblioteca, ficamos em casa, fizemos bolinho de chuva, chocolate quente, fomos para a chácara, fomos para a praia, enfim, curtimos as férias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUcxB5x9pws/TiNtmciC_aI/AAAAAAAAA-4/VuF5RnvOhK0/s1600/SANY2403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUcxB5x9pws/TiNtmciC_aI/AAAAAAAAA-4/VuF5RnvOhK0/s320/SANY2403.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bolinho de chuva e Chocolate quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sem querer me vangloriar, mas eu me acho uma boa mãe (pelo menos, me esforço muito). Nas férias me dedico inteiramente para as minhas filhas. Elas poderiam até ter ido para a escola, já que, no meio do ano, a escola não fecha, ou eu poderia tê-las deixado na casa de uma das avós, ou em casa mesmo, brincando no computador durante todo o dia. Desculpas não me faltariam: &amp;nbsp;quem trabalha o dia inteiro, todos os dias, sempre tem um armário para arrumar, um assunto para resolver, coisas para comprar...Mas eu acredito que elas merecem ter boas recordações das férias. E faço isso, não por obrigação, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;mas por amor !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas se por um lado eu estou satisfeita como mãe, estou muito triste como filha...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mais uma vez presenciei uma briga entre minha mãe e meu pai por causa dos filhos dos outros...Tô cansada de ver eles &amp;nbsp;assumirem o papel que não é deles...Vô e vó tem que mimar, levar para passear e como se diz por aí "até estragar"...Vô e vó não tem que educar, ensinar a ler e escrever, controlar se está comendo e crescendo, se fez a lição de casa...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt; NÃOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Afinal eles já fizeram a parte deles, agora &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;cada um que cuida do que é seu !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ás vezes eu me pergunto porque Deus deixa pessoas tão irresponsáveis terem filhos !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As férias acabaram, e amanhã a vida volta a sua rotina...POR QUE SER BOA MÃE, não se resume as férias, fins de semana e passeios...É no dia-a-dia, TODOS DIAS...É na hora do banho, na hora da comida, na ajuda para estudar, é na hora em que precisamos abrir mão do que foi combinado e da gente mesmo por eles !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2869927542824955522?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2869927542824955522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/ferias-ultimate-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2869927542824955522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2869927542824955522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/ferias-ultimate-day.html' title='Férias: The ultimate day...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUcxB5x9pws/TiNtmciC_aI/AAAAAAAAA-4/VuF5RnvOhK0/s72-c/SANY2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3032462276171437926</id><published>2011-07-06T21:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:43:11.248-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Diário de Férias 2011 Part 1</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tirar férias no meio do ano tem o lado bom e o lado ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O bom é poder ficar na cama até mais tarde, com esse friozinho...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O ruim é que até pra passear, o friozinho desamina...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas, ficar em casa o dia todo com as meninas é quase como esquecer a panela de pressão no fogo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Então, capricho nas camadas de roupas e vamô que vamô !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ontem, fomos no cinema ver CARROS 2. Muito bom ! Estava mesmo na hora do Mater ser a estrela do filme (tomara que no próximo Toy Story, a estrela seja o boneco Ken) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfWCgg0aTks/ThT9zxRpC0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/hhm1SFQdIeY/s1600/mater.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfWCgg0aTks/ThT9zxRpC0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/hhm1SFQdIeY/s320/mater.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hoje, um passeio que eu faço questão de fazer em todas as férias, a Biblioteca. Além da leitura, as meninas brincaram e desenharam&amp;nbsp;(a Natália me&amp;nbsp;surpreendeu copiando várias palavras das revistinhas da Turma da Mônica...CADÊ O MEU BEBÊ ?!?!?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGMIetCNg64/ThT-npxmunI/AAAAAAAAA-w/5_tdplhbkG4/s1600/Biblioteca.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGMIetCNg64/ThT-npxmunI/AAAAAAAAA-w/5_tdplhbkG4/s320/Biblioteca.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Para tornar a manhã mais divertida, antes do almoço no Mc Donalds , uma pausa para pintar o rosto...Isso mesmo...PINTAR O ROSTO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kYTtkME8QNI/ThUAE7JcfTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Dcv4Ss10A0k/s1600/Pintura+no+rosto.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kYTtkME8QNI/ThUAE7JcfTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Dcv4Ss10A0k/s320/Pintura+no+rosto.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;... Digamos que elas já estão treinando para quando passar no vestibular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Já preciso pensar na programação de amanhã...Antes que a panela de pressão EXPLODA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3032462276171437926?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3032462276171437926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/diario-de-ferias-2011-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3032462276171437926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3032462276171437926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/diario-de-ferias-2011-part-1.html' title='Diário de Férias 2011 Part 1'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfWCgg0aTks/ThT9zxRpC0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/hhm1SFQdIeY/s72-c/mater.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5282222118064752620</id><published>2011-07-03T20:52:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:05:18.470-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Domingo esquisito...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Já começou logo cedo...Pois é tive que acordar cedo em pleno domingo !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fui fazer um quase vestibular: Uma tal &amp;nbsp;de Certificação de Conhecimentos do Banco, que contribui para um programa de ascenção. Eu só fui pela necessidade, por que acho que é uma certificação que não certifica nada, pois semana que vem eu já esqueci tudo o que estudei, já que tem pouquíssima aplicabilidade no trabalho !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Só para completar: A manhã estava fria e garoando...A prova foi muito&amp;nbsp;difícil, apesar de eu ter perdido o sábado inteiro estudando...A cadeira era dura...Na hora de gabaritar (existe esse verbo ?) eu me distrai e passei &amp;nbsp;3 questões erradas...Mas foi bom para rever muitos amigos da região...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Chegando em casa, pensa que eu fui descansar ?!! Não !!! Eu e o maridão decidimos dar uma repaginada na sala: mudamos móveis de lugares, tiramos alguns, colocamos outros e o resultado foi um cansaço absurdo, apesar da sala ter ficado ótima !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Je1kYCjGkyc/ThEDk4CJhlI/AAAAAAAAA-o/HUdxbzytSPg/s1600/sala.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Je1kYCjGkyc/ThEDk4CJhlI/AAAAAAAAA-o/HUdxbzytSPg/s400/sala.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clique e veja a repaginada da sala&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E amanhã é segunda-feira...Mas eu estou de FÉRIAS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5282222118064752620?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5282222118064752620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/domingo-esquisito.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5282222118064752620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5282222118064752620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/07/domingo-esquisito.html' title='Domingo esquisito...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Je1kYCjGkyc/ThEDk4CJhlI/AAAAAAAAA-o/HUdxbzytSPg/s72-c/sala.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-4592132095035880326</id><published>2011-06-29T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:48:34.874-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Histórias do trabalho</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quando eu criei esse blog, logo lá no comecinho, eu costuma desabafar alguns&amp;nbsp;infortúnios&amp;nbsp; do meu trabalho...Era uma época ruim: o lugar e as pessoas agravavam qualquer problema, dos simples e corriqueiros aos mais complexos. Tudo virava verdadeiramente &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tempestade em copo d'água"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZRYaym5w8g/Tgu8lwAKVOI/AAAAAAAAA-c/73ukptO5_ME/s1600/Tempestade-em-copo-de-agua.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZRYaym5w8g/Tgu8lwAKVOI/AAAAAAAAA-c/73ukptO5_ME/s200/Tempestade-em-copo-de-agua.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pode parecer "História da Carochinha", mas quem faz um negócio acontecer são literalmente as pessoas! E se as pessoas são ruim...Nenhum negócio prospera !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas, como eu sempre fui uma boa pessoa...quase uma escoteira...Me livrei desse passado tenebroso !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E desde então, quase me calei sobre meu dia-a-dia profissional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O que vocês não sabem é que o dia-a-dia nesse novo local de trabalho é riquíssimo de &amp;nbsp;histórias divertidas, hilárias, tanto que, ás vezes chego em casa com dor de barriga de tanto rir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lá tem um mural e muitas dessas histórias vão parar lá, em charges, desenhos ou foto-montagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2lteSpZMyQ/TgvHnp39vzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/57LFXi309nM/s1600/mural.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2lteSpZMyQ/TgvHnp39vzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/57LFXi309nM/s200/mural.PNG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E sabe por que, infelizmente, eu não divido essas histórias com vocês ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Por que minha chefe disse que é BULLING !!! (kakakakakakakaaka)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-4592132095035880326?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4592132095035880326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/06/historias-do-trabalho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4592132095035880326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4592132095035880326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/06/historias-do-trabalho.html' title='Histórias do trabalho'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZRYaym5w8g/Tgu8lwAKVOI/AAAAAAAAA-c/73ukptO5_ME/s72-c/Tempestade-em-copo-de-agua.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7630164416284117595</id><published>2011-06-20T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:41:46.865-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>(Deze) Nove semanas e meia de...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;...Gripe...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ela &amp;nbsp;não quer me largar de jeito nenhum...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Esse fim de semana ela me "agarrô" com tanta firmeza que quase não saímos da cama !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Loucura ! Loucura ! Loucura !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quase nem fui trabalhar hoje...Mas faltar em semana de feriado (que eu vou emendar) nem com atestado de óbito !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Então desce mais uma dose (de coristina) e "simbora" !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7630164416284117595?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7630164416284117595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/06/deze-nove-semanas-e-meia-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7630164416284117595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7630164416284117595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/06/deze-nove-semanas-e-meia-de.html' title='(Deze) Nove semanas e meia de...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-8431874520059912287</id><published>2011-06-13T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:25:37.053-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><title type='text'>Cowgirls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;São ou não são as COWGIRLS mais lindas do mundo ?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSOdo0lvB7A/TfappWq1JfI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/w6owZ6xVkBo/s1600/SANY2055_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSOdo0lvB7A/TfappWq1JfI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/w6owZ6xVkBo/s320/SANY2055_1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-8431874520059912287?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8431874520059912287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/06/cowgirls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8431874520059912287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8431874520059912287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/06/cowgirls.html' title='Cowgirls'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSOdo0lvB7A/TfappWq1JfI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/w6owZ6xVkBo/s72-c/SANY2055_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1491028054271944204</id><published>2011-06-09T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:10:04.998-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>O casal mais cantado do brasil</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quanto tempo sem postar !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas um &amp;nbsp;RESFRIADO &amp;nbsp;me agarrou e não quer &amp;nbsp;me largar mais... Minha vida está parecendo aquele filme &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"9 semanas e meia de amor"&lt;/span&gt;: &amp;nbsp;do trabalho pra cama, da cama pro trabalho, e nas horas vagas, mais cama... Uma loucura ! Se continuar assim até domingo, vou ter que dar um presente de dia dos namorados para ele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Em falando de Dia dos Namorados, preciso compartilhar com vocês esse vídeo maravilhoso da VIVO. Afinal o casal mais cantado do brasil, virou filme !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zdFOu4fHSIo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;DIREÇÃO: NANDO OLIVAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Produção: O2 Filmes / Criação: Agência Africa / Realização: Vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1491028054271944204?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1491028054271944204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-casal-mais-cantado-do-brasil.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1491028054271944204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1491028054271944204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-casal-mais-cantado-do-brasil.html' title='O casal mais cantado do brasil'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zdFOu4fHSIo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5850160807205110069</id><published>2011-05-27T23:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:00:52.259-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Pausa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.definicionabc.com/wp-content/uploads/pausa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://www.definicionabc.com/wp-content/uploads/pausa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não há nada melhor do que ás vezes dar uma pausa na rotina do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Essa semana fui fazer um curso e consegui relaxar, repensar, planejar e confirmar o que quero para minha carreira daqui para frente.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Segunda-feira é &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; de novo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5850160807205110069?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5850160807205110069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/pausa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5850160807205110069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5850160807205110069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/pausa.html' title='Pausa'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5222014269614255918</id><published>2011-05-15T23:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:57:32.184-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quadrinhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>40 anos e uma família</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com//public/i/c/a/icasarregio/toons/cool-cartoon-3348816.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.toondoo.com//public/i/c/a/icasarregio/toons/cool-cartoon-3348816.png" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/public/i/c/a/icasarregio/toons/cool-cartoon-3348888.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.toondoo.com/public/i/c/a/icasarregio/toons/cool-cartoon-3348888.png" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma homenagem aos 40 anos de casamento dos meus pais !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Onde tudo começou)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5222014269614255918?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5222014269614255918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-homenagem-aos-40-anos-de-casamento.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5222014269614255918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5222014269614255918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-homenagem-aos-40-anos-de-casamento.html' title='40 anos e uma família'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-297700440227280112</id><published>2011-05-08T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:23:57.517-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Amor de mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D64_QT4xh1k/TcamCrEMo3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/DFY5dHKgcjQ/s1600/M%25C3%25A3e+2.jpeg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D64_QT4xh1k/TcamCrEMo3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/DFY5dHKgcjQ/s320/M%25C3%25A3e+2.jpeg.jpeg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;QUEM PODE EXPLICAR ESSE AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMOR DE MÃE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMOR DE MÃE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMOR QUE VEM DE DENTRO DO CORAÇÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E FAZ A CANÇÃO DE NINAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMOR QUE AS VEZES DIZ NÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMOR QUE AS VEZES DIZ SIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMOR QUE QUER APENAS O MELHOR PARA MIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUEM PODE EXPLICAR A RAZÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO AMOR DE MÃE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO AMOR DE MÃE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qER2DQ1KAro/TcamBlPQS7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/1nwbwtXegzg/s1600/M%25C3%25A3e+1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qER2DQ1KAro/TcamBlPQS7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/1nwbwtXegzg/s320/M%25C3%25A3e+1.jpeg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DA CARÍCIA NO ROSTINHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OU APENAS UM BEIJINHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUANDO A GENTE FICA TRISTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E EM CAIR UMA LÁGRIMA INSISTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NÃO HÁ NADA MAIS GOSTOSO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUE O COLINHO DA MAMÃE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OBRIGADO SENHOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OBRIGADO SENHOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PELA MAMÃE&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E POR SEU AMOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PELO SEU SORRISO QUE EU NÃO ESQUEÇO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PELA SUA VOZ QUE EU BEM CONHEÇO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É TÃO BOM ESCUTAR A MAMÃE ME CHAMAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E CORRER DIRETO PARA LHE ABRAÇAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sDMockXL-k/TcamDQUIaII/AAAAAAAAA-I/qXcZfqZQgZw/s1600/M%25C3%25A3e+3.jpeg.jpeg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sDMockXL-k/TcamDQUIaII/AAAAAAAAA-I/qXcZfqZQgZw/s320/M%25C3%25A3e+3.jpeg.jpeg.jpeg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OBRIGADO SENHOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OBRIGADO SENHOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PELA MAMÃE&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E POR SEU AMOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUERO DAR A ELA O MEU BEIJINHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E OLHAR SEU ROSTO COM CARINHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E DIZER: EI, MAMÃE! AMO MUITO VOCÊ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAMÃE EU AMO VOCÊ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;MAMÃE EU AMO VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6TfNL12o2A/TcamECTEqMI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Ah0C2GrREyA/s1600/M%25C3%25A3e+4.jpeg.jpeg.jpeg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6TfNL12o2A/TcamECTEqMI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Ah0C2GrREyA/s320/M%25C3%25A3e+4.jpeg.jpeg.jpeg.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Feliz Dia das mães !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-297700440227280112?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/297700440227280112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/amor-de-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/297700440227280112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/297700440227280112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/amor-de-mae.html' title='Amor de mãe'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D64_QT4xh1k/TcamCrEMo3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/DFY5dHKgcjQ/s72-c/M%25C3%25A3e+2.jpeg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3588897627035648918</id><published>2011-05-04T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:02:47.151-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><title type='text'>História de uma mãe (Por Fernanda)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eis a história que a Fernanda fez para mim (com as devidas correções) de Dia das Mães !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;OBS.: Os comentários em vermelho são minhas intervenções e não fazem parte da história original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Era uma vez uma mãe que se chamava Ieda. Ela tinha duas filhas, uma que se chamava Fernanda e outra que se chamava Natália.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ela pirava com &amp;nbsp;as filhas, elas bagunçavam demais e era uma loucura para ela. Uma loucura ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Hahahahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ela gostava das filhas demais e as filhas estavam preparando uma surpresa para ela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Era uma festa de dia das mães. Era no sábado e elas ião dar um sapato roxo bonito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Eu pedi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt; e ela ia adorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;_ Nati ! - Exclamava Fernanda sorrindo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Exclamava, que chique !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;_ Que foi ? - Respondeu Natália&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;_ Vamos fazer uma surpresa para a mãe ? - Falou Fernanda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;_ Sim ! - Diz Natália.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Depois chegou o sábado e era a hora de cantar. Elas arrasaram ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Modestas!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Agora elas foram dormir, mas elas acordaram sem o presente. Elas perderam o presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Ohhhh, nããããõ !)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Elas ficaram doidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(eu também)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;e quase desmaiaram de brincadeira !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Depois da escola, elas procuraram o presente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(ou seja, só na segunda-feira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt;, mas não acharão o presente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Eu vou desmaiar de verdade!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Elas acharão que o pai ia brigar, mas quem pegou FOI ELE ! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Ahhhh, papai ! Vou te dar uma sapatada !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fim. " &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Veja os originais da história com a letrinha (e os erros de português) da Fê:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUUiFzWxLf8/TcH09E-oR9I/AAAAAAAAA90/fHnGoQAR2fA/s1600/Hist%25C3%25B3ria+F%25C3%25AA++1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUUiFzWxLf8/TcH09E-oR9I/AAAAAAAAA90/fHnGoQAR2fA/s320/Hist%25C3%25B3ria+F%25C3%25AA++1.jpeg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99JdjgwofyQ/TcH1Bs1FThI/AAAAAAAAA94/gRy-Ku3Aowk/s1600/Hist%25C3%25B3ria+F%25C3%25AA++2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99JdjgwofyQ/TcH1Bs1FThI/AAAAAAAAA94/gRy-Ku3Aowk/s320/Hist%25C3%25B3ria+F%25C3%25AA++2.jpeg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99JdjgwofyQ/TcH1Bs1FThI/AAAAAAAAA94/gRy-Ku3Aowk/s1600/Hist%25C3%25B3ria+F%25C3%25AA++2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gostaram ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu amei !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3588897627035648918?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3588897627035648918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/historia-de-uma-mae-por-fernanda.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3588897627035648918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3588897627035648918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/historia-de-uma-mae-por-fernanda.html' title='História de uma mãe (Por Fernanda)'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUUiFzWxLf8/TcH09E-oR9I/AAAAAAAAA90/fHnGoQAR2fA/s72-c/Hist%25C3%25B3ria+F%25C3%25AA++1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2482235939333028889</id><published>2011-05-01T20:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:24:15.418-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário da Fernanda'/><title type='text'>Príncipes e Princesas</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quem acordou cedo na sexta-feira (29/04) para ver o casamento do Príncipe William e a Kate Middleton &amp;nbsp;levanta a mão !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;\o/ \o/ \o/ \o/&amp;nbsp;\o/ \o/ \o/ \o/&amp;nbsp;\o/ \o/ \o/ \o/&amp;nbsp;\o/ \o/ \o/ \o/&amp;nbsp;\o/ \o/ \o/ \o/&amp;nbsp;\o/ \o/ \o/ \o/&amp;nbsp;\o/ \o/ \o/ \o/&amp;nbsp;\o/ \o/ \o/ \o/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkqDYDa-p0M/Tb3l9H6PXeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/I8oElBnmbzs/s1600/Casamento+real.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkqDYDa-p0M/Tb3l9H6PXeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/I8oElBnmbzs/s320/Casamento+real.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casamento Real&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É incrível como em pleno século 21, esse tipo de evento ainda chama tanta atenção, no mundo inteiro !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No fundo, no fundo, os sonhos de príncipes, princesas, super heróis permanecem dentro da gente para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E falando de princesas, na minha casa essa semana foi o aniversário real da minha princesa, primeira na &amp;nbsp;linha de sucessão da minha família real: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fernanda !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-Qhg6OOCL0/Tb3ovTPceqI/AAAAAAAAA9w/tWFcDWN1fQo/s1600/SANY1672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-Qhg6OOCL0/Tb3ovTPceqI/AAAAAAAAA9w/tWFcDWN1fQo/s320/SANY1672.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 anos de conto de fadas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Se o Príncipe Harry esperar mais alguns anos, acho que podemos pensar em outro casamento real...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2482235939333028889?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2482235939333028889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/principes-e-princesas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2482235939333028889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2482235939333028889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/05/principes-e-princesas.html' title='Príncipes e Princesas'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkqDYDa-p0M/Tb3l9H6PXeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/I8oElBnmbzs/s72-c/Casamento+real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5070306563505088683</id><published>2011-04-28T20:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:52:00.099-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divulgação'/><title type='text'>A importância da prece</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hoje quero divulgar para vocês o livro da minha prima Priscila: &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;A Borboleta Bilu e a importância da prece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Primeiramente, o livro foi lançado em e-book. E agora na&lt;a href="http://flesb.blogspot.com/"&gt; Feira do Livro&lt;/a&gt; Espírita, aqui em São Bernardo, será lançada a 1º edição impressa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Como sei que muitos de vocês estão longe, deixo aqui o e-book para vocês curtirem. E quem puder, &amp;nbsp; compareça na feira e adquira a versão impressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" height="400" id="BookessReader" width="400"&gt;   &lt;param name="movie" value="reader.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"/&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#f2f2f2"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.bookess.com/tools/reader/reader.swf?book=5100"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="xmlConfig=http://www.bookess.com/book/5100/xml/reader/"/&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://www.bookess.com/tools/reader/"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.bookess.com/tools/reader/reader.swf?book=5100" width="400" height="400" name="BookessReader" align="middle" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" base="http://www.bookess.com/tools/reader/" flashVars="xmlConfig=http://www.bookess.com/book/5100/xml/reader/" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aproveitem e visitem o &lt;a href="http://borboletabilu.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog da Borboleta Bilu&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;: &amp;nbsp;Lições de amor e espiritualidade para todas as idades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5070306563505088683?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5070306563505088683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/importancia-da-prece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5070306563505088683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5070306563505088683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/importancia-da-prece.html' title='A importância da prece'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7789713970166812510</id><published>2011-04-25T23:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:38:37.063-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Buracos &amp; Castelos</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não sei já contei para vocês, mas eu e o Marcão temos uma mania em comum:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Adoramos fazer buracos e castelos na praia !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Essa mania, na minha família, é passada de geração para geração: Meus pais me ensinaram e eu estou ensinando minhas filhas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sorte que o Marcão também gosta, assim trabalhamos (e pagamos o mico) em família !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Veja o resultado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhKjzWa41X0/TbYvADaoqPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IebDzCL5lmE/s1600/SANY1656_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhKjzWa41X0/TbYvADaoqPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IebDzCL5lmE/s320/SANY1656_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHxe0BRmI5M/TbYu6zljheI/AAAAAAAAA9g/WrX2zdlAuV0/s1600/SANY1652_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHxe0BRmI5M/TbYu6zljheI/AAAAAAAAA9g/WrX2zdlAuV0/s320/SANY1652_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;Mas fica a dica:&lt;/span&gt; Essa mania é super desestressante !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7789713970166812510?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7789713970166812510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/buracos-castelos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7789713970166812510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7789713970166812510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/buracos-castelos.html' title='Buracos &amp; Castelos'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhKjzWa41X0/TbYvADaoqPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IebDzCL5lmE/s72-c/SANY1656_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-8993094573162059331</id><published>2011-04-17T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:20:37.840-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>A casa da minha Vó...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hoje acordei com saudades do meu tempo de "menina".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do tempo em que os domingos era dia de ir na casa da minha Vó Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bons tempos de brincar com meus primos, correr pelo enorme quintal, pular a janela da frente, ir até &amp;nbsp;a padaria da esquina comprar doces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bons tempos que ficaram para trás, esquecidos pela correria da vida...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas a saudade de hoje, infelizmente, não era doce...Tinha o gosto salgado das lágrimas...O gosto amargo da perda...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Meu primo Douglas, companheiro de tantas aventuras de infância no quintal da minha vó, faleceu ontem, em um acidente de carro. (Veja a notícia &lt;a href="http://www.jornalacidade.com.br/editorias/cidades/2011/04/16/comerciante-morre-em-acidente-de-carro-na-avenida-mogiana.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fazia uns 18 anos que eu não o via (ele morava em Ribeirão Preto) e foi absolutamente triste revê-lo justamente no dia de hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Devia ter ido antes...Mas a correria...A distância... As desculpas indesculpáveis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECgjVBDSVYU/TauBDegB4pI/AAAAAAAAA9U/xoRg2PgjxP8/s1600/Inf%25C3%25A2ncia.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECgjVBDSVYU/TauBDegB4pI/AAAAAAAAA9U/xoRg2PgjxP8/s320/Inf%25C3%25A2ncia.jpeg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Douglas, minha irmã e eu - em tempo mais doce que o atual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fique em paz, priminho !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-8993094573162059331?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8993094573162059331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/casa-da-minha-vo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8993094573162059331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8993094573162059331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/casa-da-minha-vo.html' title='A casa da minha Vó...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECgjVBDSVYU/TauBDegB4pI/AAAAAAAAA9U/xoRg2PgjxP8/s72-c/Inf%25C3%25A2ncia.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3575947274097365709</id><published>2011-04-11T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:26:20.487-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>De volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Esse fim de semana fui para Florianópolis, no Costão do Santinho, para um evento de premiação da Diretoria de São Paulo do BB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Contrariando o "Climatempo", que previa um final de semana chuvoso em Floripa, o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; Rei SOL&lt;/span&gt; deu o ar da sua graça todos os dias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Assim, &amp;nbsp;foi um fim de semana maravilhoso: Praia, piscina, boa comida, boa acomodação e uma paisagem de tirar o fôlego !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--spu-ExWTTY/TaOXgxF1gNI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/8Cy3sWvRerg/s1600/SANY1520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--spu-ExWTTY/TaOXgxF1gNI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/8Cy3sWvRerg/s400/SANY1520.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O &lt;a href="http://www.costao.com.br/"&gt;Resort Costão do Santinho&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;é mesmo Show !!! Não é à toa que Gisele Bundchen se hospeda lá quando vai à Santa Catarina !!! (Ela e outros famosos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dessa vez relaxei e me diverti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Valeu BB pela premiação !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz ! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3575947274097365709?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3575947274097365709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-volta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3575947274097365709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3575947274097365709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-volta.html' title='De volta...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--spu-ExWTTY/TaOXgxF1gNI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/8Cy3sWvRerg/s72-c/SANY1520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1382354987646895705</id><published>2011-04-08T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:47:05.759-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>E lá vou eu...</title><content type='html'>Floripa, tô chegando !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83zfGrm3vBE/TZ-eW7G34MI/AAAAAAAAA9I/GMxuN_1ZASY/s1600/Cost%25C3%25A3o+do+Santinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83zfGrm3vBE/TZ-eW7G34MI/AAAAAAAAA9I/GMxuN_1ZASY/s320/Cost%25C3%25A3o+do+Santinho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1382354987646895705?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1382354987646895705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-la-vou-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1382354987646895705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1382354987646895705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-la-vou-eu.html' title='E lá vou eu...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83zfGrm3vBE/TZ-eW7G34MI/AAAAAAAAA9I/GMxuN_1ZASY/s72-c/Cost%25C3%25A3o+do+Santinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7916223352671715589</id><published>2011-04-07T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:55:55.943-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Lamentável Show -Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Se no post de ontem eu lamentava o show do louco que tentava se atirar de uma passarela, o que dizer do que aconteceu hoje no Rio ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sem palavras...Estou chocada...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chorei assistindo aos noticiários...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não consigo nem imaginar o sofrimento e a indignação desses pais que deixaram seus filhos em segurança na escola para mais um dia de aula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha solidariedade à todas essas famílias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E que Deus nos proteja das loucuras humanas...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7916223352671715589?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7916223352671715589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/lamentavel-show-parte-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7916223352671715589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7916223352671715589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/lamentavel-show-parte-2.html' title='Lamentável Show -Parte 2'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1303129487017933831</id><published>2011-04-06T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:34:32.111-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Lamentável Show</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hoje de manhã o trânsito estava caótico aqui na região do ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ouvi dizer que a causa foi um doido que estava tentando se atirar de uma das passarelas da Anchieta.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Gente, o que leva uma pessoa a fazer um "show" desses ???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Digo "show" por que para mim a verdadeira intenção dessa pessoa era chamar a atenção, afinal &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"cão que ladra, não morde"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Quem &amp;nbsp;deseja verdadeiramente &amp;nbsp;"dar cabo na vida", faz isso em silêncio, sem ficar alardando para todo mundo ver e ouvir, sem dar qualquer chance para ser salvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quem dá esse tipo de espetáculo, quer se fazer de "coitadinho" , de vítima .O que elas &amp;nbsp;não percebem é que dó é um sentimento tão pobre e tão medíocre...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E o mais lamentável é que essas pessoas acabam atrapalhando a vida dos outros...Graças a esse "artista", hoje muita gente chegou atrasada no trabalho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1303129487017933831?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1303129487017933831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/lamentavel-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1303129487017933831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1303129487017933831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/lamentavel-show.html' title='Lamentável Show'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-8516437091186046975</id><published>2011-04-01T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:27:01.005-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Amor &amp; Ódio</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu costumo brincar com minhas filhas, quando elas dizem que me ama, que eu preciso aproveitar essa fase, &amp;nbsp;por que um dia elas vão me odiar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Elas ficam indignadas, e tenho certeza que muitos de vocês também estão.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas, eu sou realista e sei que chegará um momento, quando elas crescerem, que &amp;nbsp;nossas idéias e valores entrarão em conflitos. Sempre foi assim, desde que o mundo é mundo !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E eu sou uma mãe à moda antiga...Aqui em casa tem normas e horários, tem dia certo para beber refrigerante, para mexer no computador, confiro a lição de casa (que a escola me convenceu a deixá-las fazer na escola), apago se a letra estiver feia, não deixo dormir fora de casa (só em casos de necessidade)...E por aí vai...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E é triste pensar que apesar de todo esse trabalho e dedicação, chegará um dia em que elas simplesmente não reconhecerão nada disso...Me cobrarão por aquilo que eu não fiz...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas nada disso importa, por que eu estou fazendo a minha parte. Se não é o suficiente para livrá-las de problemas no futuro, é pelo menos uma forma de reduzir os riscos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Há, no entanto, uma luz no fim do túnel...Eu não me lembro de um dia ter odiado a minha mãe. (Representei 33,33% na vida dela).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZsOoXmCmrI/TZZeYWAhlgI/AAAAAAAAA9E/wz3BgSzK69E/s1600/P2120030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZsOoXmCmrI/TZZeYWAhlgI/AAAAAAAAA9E/wz3BgSzK69E/s400/P2120030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O futuro à Deus pertence ! Por isso vou aproveitando para beijá-las e abraçá-las muito agora !&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-8516437091186046975?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8516437091186046975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-odio.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8516437091186046975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8516437091186046975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-odio.html' title='Amor &amp; Ódio'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZsOoXmCmrI/TZZeYWAhlgI/AAAAAAAAA9E/wz3BgSzK69E/s72-c/P2120030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5667346235860800305</id><published>2011-03-28T19:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:53:45.903-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Um cartão TODO MEU !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eis o meu novo cartão do banco PERSONALIZADO &amp;nbsp;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3PF0TnZ5Umo/TZEPqo7aubI/AAAAAAAAA9A/WMcYOCHF6q8/s1600/Cart%25C3%25A3o.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3PF0TnZ5Umo/TZEPqo7aubI/AAAAAAAAA9A/WMcYOCHF6q8/s400/Cart%25C3%25A3o.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Esse é &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;TODO MEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas vocês podem pedir o seu em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bb.com.br/portalbb/home16,2068,2068,21,0,1,1.bb"&gt;http://www.bb.com.br/portalbb/home16,2068,2068,21,0,1,1.bb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5667346235860800305?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5667346235860800305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-cartao-todo-meu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5667346235860800305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5667346235860800305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-cartao-todo-meu.html' title='Um cartão TODO MEU !'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3PF0TnZ5Umo/TZEPqo7aubI/AAAAAAAAA9A/WMcYOCHF6q8/s72-c/Cart%25C3%25A3o.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5016611372475029855</id><published>2011-03-24T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:52:03.114-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Uma década</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lançamento do iPod e do Iphone &amp;nbsp;Lançamento da Boneca Bratz, atentado ao World Trade Center, Lançamento do XBox e do Wii, Santificação de Madre Paulina, Independência do Timor Leste,dois Mandatos de &amp;nbsp;Lula como Presidente do Brasil, Lançamento da saga Harry Potter, eleição do primeiro presidente negro dos EUA e da &amp;nbsp;primeira presidente mulher do Brasil, &amp;nbsp;morte do &amp;nbsp;Papa João Paulo II, Criação do Orkut, morte do Michael Jackson , criação do twitter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;10 anos !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mas o acontecimento mais marcante foi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PElHJ1f2FHw/TYtZlC6tAsI/AAAAAAAAA80/XiZi8lj3FNc/s1600/Top.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PElHJ1f2FHw/TYtZlC6tAsI/AAAAAAAAA80/XiZi8lj3FNc/s400/Top.BMP" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Daí...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nasceu a Fê,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mudamos de casa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nasceu a Naná,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fizemos dívidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pagamos dívidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trocamos de carro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trocamos de trabalho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sempre juntos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Com amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5016611372475029855?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5016611372475029855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/uma-decada.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5016611372475029855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5016611372475029855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/uma-decada.html' title='Uma década'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PElHJ1f2FHw/TYtZlC6tAsI/AAAAAAAAA80/XiZi8lj3FNc/s72-c/Top.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5845535701572764991</id><published>2011-03-20T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:19:52.098-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas Quentes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Es'/><title type='text'>Socorro para unhas lascadas</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu tenho um problemas esmalístico: Não sei fazer as unhas sozinha !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então, a solução é pagar toda semana para uma manicure (a Bruna, do salão Scorpions, pertinho da minha casa).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No entanto, o esmalte quase nunca dura uma semana toda, então eu sempre tenho que ter o vidrinho em casa para fazer retoques quando lasca ou gasta nas pontas, e sendo assim, os esmaltes que eu passo, geralmente, são meus e não do salão.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas agora eu descobri a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; VERDADEIRA U.T.I&lt;/span&gt; para esse problema : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;OS ESMALTES CRAQUELADOS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Com um efeito super-fashion, ele disfarça as lascas e os desgastes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NXC7JmGTn7I/TYaz5_0Ty8I/AAAAAAAAA8w/WaK5XxEiTD4/s1600/P2180008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NXC7JmGTn7I/TYaz5_0Ty8I/AAAAAAAAA8w/WaK5XxEiTD4/s400/P2180008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu estava com o Militar da Colorama ( passei na quinta-passada, ou seja 3 dias atrás), e hoje passei o Craquelado Preto da Ellen Gold com um extra-brilho.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fica novo, como se eu tivesse acabado de sair do salão !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Fica a Dica !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5845535701572764991?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5845535701572764991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/socorro-para-unhas-lascadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5845535701572764991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5845535701572764991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/socorro-para-unhas-lascadas.html' title='Socorro para unhas lascadas'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NXC7JmGTn7I/TYaz5_0Ty8I/AAAAAAAAA8w/WaK5XxEiTD4/s72-c/P2180008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-6986852510051790723</id><published>2011-03-13T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:47:58.514-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Álbum do bebê</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quem tem mais de um filho sabe muito bem que, nem tudo que fizemos pelo primeiro, &lt;strike&gt;conseguimos fazer pelos outros...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não trata-se de falta de encanto ou entusiasmo... O tempo fica mais restrito: Ou cuidamos do bebê ou cuidamos do outro filho (ou fazemos tudo ao mesmo tempo)...E ainda temos que tomar cuidado para que os paparicos com o bebê não cause ciúmes no outro. Então aquele tempo de fotografar cada expressão, de registrar cada momento, simplesmente não é igual...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eis que os bebês crescem e acha o álbum de fotos do irmão, o álbum de recordações, e então pergunta: &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Cadê o meu ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E foi exatamente isso que aconteceu aqui em casa. A Natália estava me cobrando por um álbum de recordação (o&amp;nbsp;Álbum do bebê) &amp;nbsp;igual ao da Fernanda. Fui enrolando, enrolando...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas nesse fim de semana eu decidi resolver essa questão e montei um álbum para ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-r5AExrrZqhI/TX1kCc6RQQI/AAAAAAAAA8o/SHdTrpsrLBI/s1600/SANY1347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-r5AExrrZqhI/TX1kCc6RQQI/AAAAAAAAA8o/SHdTrpsrLBI/s400/SANY1347.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Confesso que não me lembrava de tudo e por isso tive que deixar alguns espaços em branco, mas ainda bem que foram poucos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Relembrar tantos momentos maravilhosos me deu uma nostalgia, uma vontade de segurar um bebê no colo... (Não entrem em pânico, a saudade passou quando me lembrei dos choros de cólica e das noites mal dormidas...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O importante é que a Naná está super feliz com suas memórias de bebê !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-6986852510051790723?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6986852510051790723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/album-do-bebe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6986852510051790723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6986852510051790723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/album-do-bebe.html' title='Álbum do bebê'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-r5AExrrZqhI/TX1kCc6RQQI/AAAAAAAAA8o/SHdTrpsrLBI/s72-c/SANY1347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1716260430810462734</id><published>2011-03-10T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:26:05.830-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>BULLING</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O Obama confessou , então eu também confesso: &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu&amp;nbsp;sofri Bulling na escola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu era a "Pintora de Rodapé, Anã de Jardim, Nanica, e sempre era a última a ser escolhida para os times na aula de Educação Física.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B5oNauRshcs/TXEwj2N_XKI/AAAAAAAABNk/gIRzX5wOB8Q/s640/Gnomeu+e+Julieta+%25233+1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B5oNauRshcs/TXEwj2N_XKI/AAAAAAAABNk/gIRzX5wOB8Q/s320/Gnomeu+e+Julieta+%25233+1024x768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anã de Jardim agora é Pop Star&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas na minha turma, tinha também o "Quatro Olhos, o Dumbo, o Cascão e a Baleia fora d´água"﻿﻿...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bem, o que não me matou, me fortaleceu, e hoje eu sou muito bem resolvida com a minha estatura...Sem traumas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1716260430810462734?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1716260430810462734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/bulling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1716260430810462734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1716260430810462734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/03/bulling.html' title='BULLING'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B5oNauRshcs/TXEwj2N_XKI/AAAAAAAABNk/gIRzX5wOB8Q/s72-c/Gnomeu+e+Julieta+%25233+1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3210549055310470784</id><published>2011-02-27T02:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T02:46:27.157-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BuddyPoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><title type='text'>Niver da Mamãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; Hoje é aniversário da minha mãe !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Parabéns !!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ERSnAk739rQ/TWnjdLNzbPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/J72uKGdXspU/s1600/M%25C3%25A3e.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ERSnAk739rQ/TWnjdLNzbPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/J72uKGdXspU/s320/M%25C3%25A3e.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed align="top" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="configURL=http://www.mp3-codes.com/xml/372839.xml&amp;amp;au=true&amp;amp;lp=1&amp;amp;sh=0&amp;amp;bg=0x000000&amp;amp;vl=100&amp;amp;al=100" height="108" scale="noscale" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/singlev23.swf" width="305" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Free MP3 Downloads at MP3-Codes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3210549055310470784?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3210549055310470784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/niver-da-mamae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3210549055310470784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3210549055310470784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/niver-da-mamae.html' title='Niver da Mamãe'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ERSnAk739rQ/TWnjdLNzbPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/J72uKGdXspU/s72-c/M%25C3%25A3e.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-4461408700778634365</id><published>2011-02-27T00:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:15:07.616-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhotoScape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><title type='text'>Jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o4kYhJ6buJI/TWnBaLA4wbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/irwp8768V4U/s1600/Jardim.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o4kYhJ6buJI/TWnBaLA4wbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/irwp8768V4U/s400/Jardim.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais uma foto-arte que fiz no Photo Scape&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-4461408700778634365?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4461408700778634365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/jardim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4461408700778634365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4461408700778634365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/jardim.html' title='Jardim'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o4kYhJ6buJI/TWnBaLA4wbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/irwp8768V4U/s72-c/Jardim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-8134145096299887798</id><published>2011-02-25T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:00:01.348-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogagem coletiva'/><title type='text'>Meu personagem favorito de livros</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Esse é mais um post da Blogagem Coletiva do&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://livroseafins.com/"&gt;Livros e Afins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;" Difícil&amp;nbsp;eleger o meu personagem favorito, pois cada um é único e todos eles fazem parte da minha vida, no momento da leitura, como se fosse um grande amigo ou alguém da família me contando sua história.Todos tem algo a me ensinar, os protagonistas e (até) os antagonistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nesse momento, em que tenho que citar um único, apenas, escolho o que eu considero mais digno em qualquer livro ou conto, na versão infantil, juvenil ou adulta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mais que digno! Valente, heróico, magnânimo, apaixonante...Eis o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Rei Arthur !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKb2nNFgZ1k/TV20UYr8TDI/AAAAAAAAA64/GeczNNqNito/s1600/Rei+Arthur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKb2nNFgZ1k/TV20UYr8TDI/AAAAAAAAA64/GeczNNqNito/s320/Rei+Arthur.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A espada era a lei" - 1º livro que li do Rei Arthur&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; E os livros que me apresentaram esse rei, da forma mais verdadeira, completa e real, foi &amp;nbsp;a coleção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_Brumas_de_Avalon"&gt; "AS BRUMAS DE AVALON"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que também são os meus livros preferidos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super recomendo !"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T19PFyGxn2I/TV219mbxZ-I/AAAAAAAAA68/Tp5TBsOT-dw/s1600/Brumas+de+Avalon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T19PFyGxn2I/TV219mbxZ-I/AAAAAAAAA68/Tp5TBsOT-dw/s320/Brumas+de+Avalon.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E você, qual seu personagem favorito de livro ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-8134145096299887798?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8134145096299887798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/meu-personagem-favorito-de-livros.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8134145096299887798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8134145096299887798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/meu-personagem-favorito-de-livros.html' title='Meu personagem favorito de livros'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKb2nNFgZ1k/TV20UYr8TDI/AAAAAAAAA64/GeczNNqNito/s72-c/Rei+Arthur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1802885989089548499</id><published>2011-02-20T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:28:47.459-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Minha prece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-vra4ddSBQ/TWHNRl7BjcI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KZtE6QS8LvE/s1600/AgendaRosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-vra4ddSBQ/TWHNRl7BjcI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KZtE6QS8LvE/s400/AgendaRosa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1802885989089548499?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1802885989089548499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-prece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1802885989089548499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1802885989089548499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-prece.html' title='Minha prece...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-vra4ddSBQ/TWHNRl7BjcI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KZtE6QS8LvE/s72-c/AgendaRosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-8548207695409440867</id><published>2011-02-16T23:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:37:50.860-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhotoScape'/><title type='text'>Brincando com fotos</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quem me conhece um pouquinho melhor, sabe que eu A-D-O-R-O brincar com fotos ! Mexer aqui e ali, cortar , por brilho,colorir, descolorir, por um efeito especial, fazer uma montagem, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nunca fiz qualquer curso para isso, aprendi &amp;nbsp;vendo, lendo, seguindo exemplos...Ou seja, "fuçando" !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Essa semana descobri o PhotoScape, e inúmeras comunidades no orkut e blogs que ensinam alguns truques e efeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Claro que depois de seguir o passo-a-passo, eu sempre dou o meu toque especial !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7u0GlIyegB4/TVx3lNBCbJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ZJsMbQ1k9Uc/s1600/Fernanda.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7u0GlIyegB4/TVx3lNBCbJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ZJsMbQ1k9Uc/s200/Fernanda.gif" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vários efeitos (Clique para ver)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Veja algumas algumas artes que fiz (CLIQUE P/ AUMENTAR):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaRodLUn0nw/TVx4sJeElLI/AAAAAAAAA6g/zgbl6VKRfdk/s1600/Hannah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaRodLUn0nw/TVx4sJeElLI/AAAAAAAAA6g/zgbl6VKRfdk/s200/Hannah.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rock Star&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSpJ21_m4PE/TVx5hsA_P2I/AAAAAAAAA6o/bKO8HTWQOFI/s1600/Boneca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSpJ21_m4PE/TVx5hsA_P2I/AAAAAAAAA6o/bKO8HTWQOFI/s200/Boneca.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Efeito Boneca + Batom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFHjgkfX5zM/TVx43N9Q2CI/AAAAAAAAA6k/r10KtEmqjOI/s1600/Bruxas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFHjgkfX5zM/TVx43N9Q2CI/AAAAAAAAA6k/r10KtEmqjOI/s200/Bruxas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bruxas (Envelhecida)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74uTdhHsPRk/TVx5sBwzLbI/AAAAAAAAA6s/MbgsSk9DRw0/s1600/Giovanna+Butterfly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74uTdhHsPRk/TVx5sBwzLbI/AAAAAAAAA6s/MbgsSk9DRw0/s200/Giovanna+Butterfly.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Borboletas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Gostaram ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-8548207695409440867?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8548207695409440867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/brincando-com-fotos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8548207695409440867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8548207695409440867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/brincando-com-fotos.html' title='Brincando com fotos'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7u0GlIyegB4/TVx3lNBCbJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ZJsMbQ1k9Uc/s72-c/Fernanda.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5576531428420773793</id><published>2011-02-14T21:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:13:12.703-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Por que eu gosto de ler livros ?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Incrível como essa pergunta caiu por acaso no meu twitter !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E a resposta é um convite do blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://livroseafins.com/blogagem-coletiva-por-que-eu-gosto-de-ler-livros/"&gt;LIVROS E AFINS&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;numa genial Postagem Coletiva.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então aí vai :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;" Eu gosto de ler livros desde que aprendi a ler.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ler é viajar por vários mundos e lugares. É conhecer pessoas diferentes, culturas diferentes, sem sair do lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quando acabo de ler um livro, chego a sentir saudades de seus personagens, pois é como se eu tivesse vivido com eles durante aquele período de leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gosto de ler, por que a leitura desperta sentimentos, desperta criatividade e é um anti-estressante poderosíssimo ! Quando eu leio, todos os problemas ficam além da capa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E é simplesmente por isso que em vários momentos da minha vida, um livro foi meu melhor amigo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Se há algo que eu desejo deixar de herança para minhas filhas, é o prazer da leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Quem tem um livro, nunca está sozinho !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovw7Z1fwazU/TOuUpgofVeI/AAAAAAAADPg/K0Q6nE8GIX0/s1600/livros.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovw7Z1fwazU/TOuUpgofVeI/AAAAAAAADPg/K0Q6nE8GIX0/s200/livros.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E você ? Porque gosta de ler livros ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5576531428420773793?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5576531428420773793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/por-que-eu-gosto-de-ler-livros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5576531428420773793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5576531428420773793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/por-que-eu-gosto-de-ler-livros.html' title='Por que eu gosto de ler livros ?'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovw7Z1fwazU/TOuUpgofVeI/AAAAAAAADPg/K0Q6nE8GIX0/s72-c/livros.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1235770774339408635</id><published>2011-02-09T22:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:24:52.928-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BuddyPoke'/><title type='text'>Me preparando para o carnaval...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ambliopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; é a baixa de visão em um olho que não se desenvolveu adequadamente na infância. Ás vezes é chamado "olho preguiçoso".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Isto ocorre, apesar deste olho ser anatomicamente normal, principalmente por três causas (isoladas ou em conjunto): Estrabismo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Erro de refração (quando um olho tem mais miopia, hipermetropia ou astigmatismo que o outro) ou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Opacidade nos meios transparentes do olho (ex. catarata).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Por tratar-se de um problema de desenvolvimento, a ambliopia tem tratamento até os 7/8 anos de idade,através da correção do erro refracional (uso de óculos) e principalmente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;da estimulação do uso do olho fraco. Isto é feito em geral através da oclusão (uso de tampão) do olho bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A ambliopia não tratada pode não trazer nenhuma consequência na vida adulta, porém há muitas profissões que exigem acuidade visual bilateral (dos 2 olhos). No entanto a consequência mais preocupante é a perda ocasional da visão do olho bom ( ou seja, a falta de um estepe)."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Apesar da minha pequena Natália usar óculos desde os 2 anos e tampão há 1 ano, só agora que troquei de oftalmologista (pela 2º vez), descobri a gravidade do problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Antes eu pensava que ela tinha estrabismo e astigmatismo e que o tampão era para endireitar o olho estrábico, e pior...caso nada funcionasse, quando ela crescesse uma cirurgia resolveria tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TUtb7icp40I/AAAAAAAAA54/7TcvErnce9s/s1600/19092009019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TUtb7icp40I/AAAAAAAAA54/7TcvErnce9s/s320/19092009019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tatá e o primeiro óculos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Estou assustada !...Agoniada!... "P" da vida com as duas oftalmologistas anteriores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Agora a "Tatá" tem que usar o tampão 12 horas por dia. E ela não gosta, chora e reclama. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas o sucesso do tratamento depende, principalmente, da persistência e dedicação dos pais. Então...Vamos lá !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz ! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5634996748462315106?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5634996748462315106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/utilidade-publica-ambliopia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5634996748462315106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5634996748462315106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/02/utilidade-publica-ambliopia.html' title='Utilidade Pública: AMBLIOPIA'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TUtb7icp40I/AAAAAAAAA54/7TcvErnce9s/s72-c/19092009019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2902500990819902896</id><published>2011-01-26T23:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:07:39.102-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Versão 2.011</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quem não me viu nos últimos 15 dias, não sabe que me dei uma repaginada.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Depois de 4 anos cultivando as longas madeixas, resolvi passar a tesoura ! Afinal, eu sempre andava com o cabelo preso (ficava irritada com o cabelo no pescoço, em qualquer estação do ano).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TUDCWaTEfNI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bA9adVdj-6w/s1600/PC270013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TUDCWaTEfNI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bA9adVdj-6w/s320/PC270013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu adorei ! Mas logo de cara, não ouvi muitos comentários... Quer dizer, minhas filhas "fofas"gostaram...&lt;br /&gt;O Marcão tá mais ou menos perdoado, pois sempre assumiu que prefere meu cabelo comprido...Mas há quem sequer perguntou " _ Você cortou o cabelo !?!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas essa semana, após o retorno ao trabalho, recebi muitos elogios.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E vocês, gostaram ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2902500990819902896?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2902500990819902896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/versao-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2902500990819902896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2902500990819902896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/versao-2011.html' title='Versão 2.011'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TUDCWaTEfNI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bA9adVdj-6w/s72-c/PC270013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-4851423991731798700</id><published>2011-01-25T22:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:51:18.011-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Inabilidade Social :(</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ás vezes eu me sinto uma péssima amiga, por que tenho uma certa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;inabilidade social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Quer dizer, não é que eu me afasto das pessoas ou evito sair de casa ou não tenha amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A minha inabilidade social advém do fato de eu não conseguir demonstrar meus sentimentos quando é necessário, mais precisamente, quando algum amigo precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Acho que eu não sou boa ouvinte e ainda péssima conselheira...Resumindo, se eu fosse psicóloga, morreria de fome !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O pior é que alguns podem pensar que eu estou alheia ou indiferente, mas na verdade, eu fico preocupada e angustiada, mas não consigo fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pode até parecer mentira, mas&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; EU TRAVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; quando vejo alguém chorando !!! Fico de pés, mãos, ouvidos e boca atadados...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Já me pensei &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;SOCIOPATA&lt;/span&gt;, mas não me encaixei em todos os sintomas (na verdade, me encaixei em pouquíssimos)...Então será que existe alguma outra classificação psicológica para minha inabilidade ???&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Sabe...Durante os 4 anos anteriores a 2010, eu sofri muito por problemas profissionais e financeiros, mas eu guardei todo esse sofrimento para mim, fiquei muitas noites sem dormir e ABSOLUTAMENTE todos os dias angustiadas... Sempre sozinha e calada...(Não por falta de "almas"...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4 anos que eu não vivi...apenas me mantive de pé...Sozinha e calada...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Será que tanto sofrimento me endureceu ???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Psicólogas de plantão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Pri e Grazi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; : Tenho salvação ???&lt;br /&gt;:(    :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(   :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(Aproveito a oportunidade para pedir desculpas à todos que &amp;nbsp;precisaram &amp;nbsp;do meu alento e não encontraram...Saibam que pedi por vocês nas minhas preces...) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-4851423991731798700?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4851423991731798700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/inabilidade-social.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4851423991731798700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4851423991731798700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/inabilidade-social.html' title='Inabilidade Social :('/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-855759538202203530</id><published>2011-01-24T20:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:22:37.227-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Primeiro dia útil do ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tudomercado.com.br/tm/aviso/img_avisos/Submarino_21229127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.tudomercado.com.br/tm/aviso/img_avisos/Submarino_21229127.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-351879983271935494?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/351879983271935494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/adoro-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/351879983271935494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/351879983271935494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/adoro-4.html' title='Adoro #4'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7474288991712779043</id><published>2011-01-23T01:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:15:56.590-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><title type='text'>Festa na piscina</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Um dia ensolarado, pede uma piscina bem divertida !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TTuesbCTSYI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TRMMozyuCzw/s1600/PC231141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TTuesbCTSYI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TRMMozyuCzw/s400/PC231141.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7474288991712779043?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7474288991712779043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/festa-na-piscina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7474288991712779043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7474288991712779043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/festa-na-piscina.html' title='Festa na piscina'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TTuesbCTSYI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TRMMozyuCzw/s72-c/PC231141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3257971828780964519</id><published>2011-01-21T20:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:23:06.534-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Último dia de férias...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Depois de 26 dias de sombra e água fresca (ou melhor de dias ensolarados e chuvosos), chegou o último dia das minhas férias.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Uma parte de mim está "tristinha", queria mais dias para estar com minhas filhas. Mas uma outra parte está dizendo " -UFFFAAAA !!! (...para bom entendedor, uma interjeição basta...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As férias foram ótimas! Descansamos bastante, não tínhamos hora para acordar (conseqüentemente, nem para dormir), viajamos e passeamos bastante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- de 24/12 a 29/12 &amp;nbsp;-São Roque (Chácara) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- de 29/12 a 04/01 -Guarujá (muita chuva e pouca praia) :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 05/01 - Passeio na Avenida Paulista&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 08/01 - Zoológico&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 10/01 - Cinema: Enrolados (FOFO !!!) :$&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 11/01 - Parque Sabina (Santo André)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 12/01 - Biblioteca &amp;nbsp;e banho de chuva na casa da vó Dirce&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- 14/01 a 19/01 - Guarujá (muito sol e muita praia) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E hoje, para encerrar, fomos para a Cidade das Crianças, aqui em São Bernardo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Resumindo: o parque está aquém das minhas recordações de infância, mas bem melhor do que da última vez que eu fui . Confesso que estava esperando muito mais, tendo em vista as recentes propagandas da Prefeitura. Mas percebi que eles estão ainda trabalhando, reformando algumas áreas e instalando novos brinquedos...Para as próximas férias, acho que estará bem melhor !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O importante é que as crianças adoraram !!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TToAT8Ghd6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/0cvT4xOXSQM/s1600/img009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TToAT8Ghd6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/0cvT4xOXSQM/s400/img009.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Segunda-feira a vida volta ao normal...(Confesso que estou com saudades de um pouco de rotina!!!) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3257971828780964519?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3257971828780964519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/ultimo-dia-de-ferias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3257971828780964519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3257971828780964519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/ultimo-dia-de-ferias.html' title='Último dia de férias...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TToAT8Ghd6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/0cvT4xOXSQM/s72-c/img009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1084134334440172800</id><published>2011-01-11T23:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:36:29.186-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Robô, Pinguins e Dinossauros</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hoje o roteiro de férias previa um passeio ao parque do Ibirapuera, mas como São Paulo estava literalmente em baixo d'água, tive que mudar os planos e achar algum passeio mais próximo de casa (para facilitar a fuga caso a chuva resolva chegar por aqui...).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então fomos ao SABINA, um parque-escola de Santo André, que é aberto ao público apenas nas férias (nos outros dias é só para excursões escolares).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0BuVZ0kGI/AAAAAAAAA44/qocl6rGcYbk/s1600/SANY1100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0BuVZ0kGI/AAAAAAAAA44/qocl6rGcYbk/s320/SANY1100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entrada do parque (o globo é feito de material reciclado)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquei surpresa com a estrutura do parque e a diversidade de atrações (todas educativas).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Já na entrada, um robô engraçadinho nos dá boas vindas e conversa com as crianças. Tem 7 salas que explicam &amp;nbsp;a criação do universo, tem um simulador das&amp;nbsp;intempéries&amp;nbsp;da natureza (com direito a terremoto,ventania e chuva de verdade) e &amp;nbsp;um outro simulador de vôo e submarino. Tem a "Nina", uma boneca gigante e inflável que a gente entra dentro para aprender sobre a digestação (o divertido é que no fim acabamos no intestino grosso, numa piscina de bolinhas marrons que faziam ás vezes do c-o-c-ô...ARGH!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0B2gDkAvI/AAAAAAAAA48/R0cMWbEwtjM/s1600/SANY1112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0B2gDkAvI/AAAAAAAAA48/R0cMWbEwtjM/s320/SANY1112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tem uma sala com várias réplicas de dinossauros, inclusive uma em tamanho natural que se movimenta e assusta as crianças menores (quer dizer, a Natália). Nessa mesma sala , tem um sítio arqueológico, com réplicas de ossadas enterradas e que as crianças com um pincelzinho vai descobrindo (como verdadeiros arqueólogos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0B-gL6T1I/AAAAAAAAA5A/gk8Ia_s_E4s/s1600/SANY1122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0B-gL6T1I/AAAAAAAAA5A/gk8Ia_s_E4s/s320/SANY1122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tem um pavimento com vários experimentos científicos, inclusive aquele globo de energia que faz os cabelos ficarem de pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0CVfjUrcI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Xw8Nsu8tXR4/s1600/SANY1157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0CVfjUrcI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Xw8Nsu8tXR4/s320/SANY1157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas, fofo mesmo é o PINGUINÁRIO. &amp;nbsp;Lá, os pinguins chegam bem pertinho da gente enquanto nadam...Fiquei encantada !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0CLZrULPI/AAAAAAAAA5E/qotI1fItFMQ/s1600/SANY1139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0CLZrULPI/AAAAAAAAA5E/qotI1fItFMQ/s320/SANY1139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foi um passeio maravilhoso, que superou as expectativas e eu recomendo !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ( veja mais em :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.santoandre.sp.gov.br/bn_conteudo.asp?cod=6974"&gt;http://www.santoandre.sp.gov.br/bn_conteudo.asp?cod=6974&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1084134334440172800?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1084134334440172800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/robo-pinguins-e-dinossauros.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1084134334440172800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1084134334440172800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/robo-pinguins-e-dinossauros.html' title='Robô, Pinguins e Dinossauros'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TS0BuVZ0kGI/AAAAAAAAA44/qocl6rGcYbk/s72-c/SANY1100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5620836684575355797</id><published>2011-01-10T17:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:00:01.688-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>E a Natália está...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Tcham&lt;/span&gt; Tcham &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tcham&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Aqui !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TSplw8kdo-I/AAAAAAAAA40/w2p3JvxhjYs/s1600/SANY1065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TSplw8kdo-I/AAAAAAAAA40/w2p3JvxhjYs/s400/SANY1065.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5620836684575355797?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5620836684575355797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-natalia-esta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5620836684575355797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5620836684575355797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-natalia-esta.html' title='E a Natália está...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TSplw8kdo-I/AAAAAAAAA40/w2p3JvxhjYs/s72-c/SANY1065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-9074680056394497825</id><published>2011-01-09T23:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:46:09.879-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Onde está Natália ???</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Férias é a maior bagunça aqui em casa. As meninas deixam o quarto de pernas para o ar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vocês podem conferir um pouco dessa bagunça nessa foto e como passatempo procurem pela Natália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TSpjXJnaBAI/AAAAAAAAA4w/b7bRIRiF7nI/s1600/SANY1063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TSpjXJnaBAI/AAAAAAAAA4w/b7bRIRiF7nI/s400/SANY1063.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Achou ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Amanhã eu posto a resposta .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-9074680056394497825?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/9074680056394497825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/onde-esta-natalia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/9074680056394497825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/9074680056394497825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/onde-esta-natalia.html' title='Onde está Natália ???'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TSpjXJnaBAI/AAAAAAAAA4w/b7bRIRiF7nI/s72-c/SANY1063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7369703973700884714</id><published>2011-01-06T20:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:54:16.145-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>De volta a realidade...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Estou com a sensação de que sai do paraíso e voltei para a vida real, quer dizer, quase real, já que eu ainda estou de férias.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas já acordo pensando no que eu vou fazer de comida para o almoço, &amp;nbsp;arrumando a casa, fazendo a lista do mercado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ai, que saudades do Guarujá !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7369703973700884714?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7369703973700884714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-volta-realidade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7369703973700884714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7369703973700884714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-volta-realidade.html' title='De volta a realidade...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7642599884861152533</id><published>2011-01-05T00:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T00:22:29.687-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nossa ! Já estamos em 2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Então estava mais do que na hora de tirar as teias de aranha do meu blog...Antes que Iedalândia vire uma cidade fantasma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Começando pelo fim : 2010 terminou naquela correria de todo fim de ano - festas, presentes, malas e etc... Foi um ano maravilhoso e por isso&amp;nbsp;estourei&amp;nbsp;uma champagne antes da meia-noite em agradecimento ! Nem mesmo a garoa chata e o vento gelado estragou a hora da virada...Quer dizer, o chororô das meninas (com frio) me incomodou um pouco, mas segui todos os rituais, joguei rosas para a Rainha do Mar, pulei sete ondas e fiz 3 pedidos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não fiz nenhuma promessa, mas com certeza preciso começar uma boa dieta depois de tanta comida nesses últimos dias !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TSPVCodzp6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/horNYM_YbDA/s1600/PC010159_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TSPVCodzp6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/horNYM_YbDA/s320/PC010159_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Que venha então 2011 ! Espero poder estourar outra champagne antes da meia noite novamente no último dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ahhhh! Vou tentar escrever aqui mais vezes nesse ano (agora tenho um netbook só meu) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7642599884861152533?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7642599884861152533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/ja-estamos-em-2011-estava-mais-do-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7642599884861152533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7642599884861152533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2011/01/ja-estamos-em-2011-estava-mais-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TSPVCodzp6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/horNYM_YbDA/s72-c/PC010159_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-8770117933298796418</id><published>2010-12-11T15:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:27:45.418-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retrô 2010'/><title type='text'>Retrô 2010 - Desenhos &amp; Bilhetinhos</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quem diria !...As meninas já estão de férias !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A Natália foi promovida para o Jardim III e a Fernanda para a 3º Série !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nossa ! Foi dureza esse 1º ano de provas da Fê...No início do ano, ela tinha muitas dificuldades para ler e escrever...Cheguei a pensar que ela tinha algum deficit de atenção ou dislexia.... Até procurei uma psicopedagoga, e descobri que o problema era mesmo MATURIDADE !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Com o tempo percebi &amp;nbsp;que a Fê vive no " Mundo da Fê", alheia à esses modismos de Justin Biber, Luan Santana e Restart. O negócio dela é Disney Channel e Turma da Mônica Jovem....É, agora ela lê Turma da Mônica Jovem !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas voltando ao título do post, durante todo o ano letivo, praticamente todos os dias, a Fernanda me trouxe &amp;nbsp;um bilhetinho ou um desenho da escola. Até que &amp;nbsp;um dia ela me trouxe de uma vez só 56 bilhetinhos !!! O que estava escrito ? &amp;nbsp;Confiram :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TQOyszlbNoI/AAAAAAAAA4g/nvVP_pa9Axs/s1600/SANY0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TQOyszlbNoI/AAAAAAAAA4g/nvVP_pa9Axs/s400/SANY0454.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;São esses pequenos gestos que fazem a "correria" do dia-a-dia valer à pena !!! &amp;nbsp;(até mesmo nos dias de provas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-8770117933298796418?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8770117933298796418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/12/retro-2010-desenhos-bilhetinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8770117933298796418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8770117933298796418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/12/retro-2010-desenhos-bilhetinhos.html' title='Retrô 2010 - Desenhos &amp; Bilhetinhos'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TQOyszlbNoI/AAAAAAAAA4g/nvVP_pa9Axs/s72-c/SANY0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3518429315422268184</id><published>2010-11-28T18:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:48:10.909-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retrô 2010'/><title type='text'>Retrô 2010 - Unhas de Piriguete</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sou muito vaidosa com roupas e sapatos, mas nunca dei muita importância para maquiagem e esmalte, tanto que só ia na manicure quando tinha alguma festa ou evento importante.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas em 2010, foi diferente ! Graças à aqueles 20 minutinhos que ganhei no fim da tarde, toda quinta-feira eu vou à manicure&amp;nbsp;dá um trato nas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Até então, e no começo,&amp;nbsp;as cores escolhidas eram vermelhas&amp;nbsp;ou clarinhas, mas aí surgiu o Rosa "Piriguete" (quer dizer, Chiclete), e foi amor&amp;nbsp;á primeira&amp;nbsp;vista&amp;nbsp;!...Depois na época da Copa, aderi as unhas verdes, amarelas e azuis e desde então, já passei por uma imensa variedade de cores, brilhantes, foscas,com glitter e até 3D....E já não consigo mais usar esmaltes claros.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para colaborar com minha nova mania, na região onde eu trabalho tem umas 3 perfumarias que vendem todas as cores, marcas, tipos e coleções de esmaltes. Aí, se eu vejo uma cor que me agrada,&amp;nbsp; compro e levo para o salão...Minha manicure está super-feliz !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TPK_09kxITI/AAAAAAAAA4c/XwtVCRfpdwM/s1600/Nov+2010+068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TPK_09kxITI/AAAAAAAAA4c/XwtVCRfpdwM/s320/Nov+2010+068.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unhas de Piriguete&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3518429315422268184?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3518429315422268184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/retro-2010-unhas-de-piriguete.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3518429315422268184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3518429315422268184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/retro-2010-unhas-de-piriguete.html' title='Retrô 2010 - Unhas de Piriguete'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TPK_09kxITI/AAAAAAAAA4c/XwtVCRfpdwM/s72-c/Nov+2010+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-150749473896406541</id><published>2010-11-21T20:00:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:00:03.102-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retrô 2010'/><title type='text'>Retrô 2010 - 20 minutos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;TRABALHAR PERTO DE CASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TOhWuU-tanI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ClnL6eptHhE/s1600/banh+house.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TOhWuU-tanI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ClnL6eptHhE/s320/banh+house.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;São 20 minutos a mais de sono pela manhã, e 20 minutos para assistir&amp;nbsp;a novela das seis à tarde. Parece pouca coisa, mais fez uma grande diferença no meu ano, na minha rotina, na minha vida !... Tô pensando em até escrever um livro de auto-ajuda&amp;nbsp; " 20 minutos" !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tá...confesso que não foram só os 20 minutos que fizeram toda a diferença, mas também por que dirijo menos, pego pouco transito, estou mais perto da escola das meninas e &amp;nbsp;posso ir almoçar na casa dos meus pais.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O certo é que trabalhar perto de casa, fez toda a diferença esse ano !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-150749473896406541?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/150749473896406541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/retro-2010-20-minutos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/150749473896406541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/150749473896406541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/retro-2010-20-minutos.html' title='Retrô 2010 - 20 minutos'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TOhWuU-tanI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ClnL6eptHhE/s72-c/banh+house.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-6270451345160394027</id><published>2010-11-20T20:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:03:14.246-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retrô 2010'/><title type='text'>Retrô 2010 - Uma onda, um pedido</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Todos os anos, no ano novo, uma das tradições que eu não abro mão, é pular sete ondas e fazer três pedidos. E, sempre, um desses pedidos é que eu tenha o melhor ano da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E 2010 está sendo assim..."O melhor ano da minha vida" (até agora), por isso resolvi que escreverei uma série de posts sobre esse ano, sobre coisinhas corriqueiras que fizeram a diferença. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TOhEQg_tA3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/OCPvQoscRxE/s1600/Ferias+2009+225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TOhEQg_tA3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/OCPvQoscRxE/s320/Ferias+2009+225.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2010 está praticamente chegando ao fim, espero que todas as coisas boas que pretendo relatar, tornem-se boas vibrações para que 2011 seja o proximo melhor ano da minha vida !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-6270451345160394027?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6270451345160394027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/retro-2010-uma-onda-um-pedido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6270451345160394027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6270451345160394027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/retro-2010-uma-onda-um-pedido.html' title='Retrô 2010 - Uma onda, um pedido'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TOhEQg_tA3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/OCPvQoscRxE/s72-c/Ferias+2009+225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3692991702526526843</id><published>2010-11-17T20:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:49:25.894-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>TPF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TORbcoifj0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/xJf-e-eUDF8/s1600/garfield_waking.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TORbcoifj0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/xJf-e-eUDF8/s320/garfield_waking.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou com TPF !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tensão Pré Férias) ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3692991702526526843?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3692991702526526843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/tpf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3692991702526526843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3692991702526526843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/tpf.html' title='TPF'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TORbcoifj0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/xJf-e-eUDF8/s72-c/garfield_waking.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3047542122454550738</id><published>2010-11-08T21:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:59:00.175-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caixinha de memórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>My Toy Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNiOBG1BbTI/AAAAAAAAA34/d0O-j__OvAs/s1600/woody.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNiOBG1BbTI/AAAAAAAAA34/d0O-j__OvAs/s1600/woody.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Alguns meses atrás, fui assistir Toy Story 3 com as minhas filhas, e confesso: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;CHOREI MUITO !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Decidi dividir esse segredo com vocês, por que como eu disse no post anterior, nesse fim de semana fiz uma limpa nos brinquedos das meninas. E para mim foi muito difícil me desfazer de algumas bonecas...Aliás, minhas mãos estam coçando para eu abrir o saco (ainda não doei) e resgatar algumas...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eu sei que essas bonecas chegarão a outras crianças que irão brincar muito mais que minhas filhas...Na verdade, elas nem derão pela falta das bonecas... E é isso que me impede de abrir o saco...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; EU AMO BONECAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;e, apesar do tempo ter passado, eu. ainda tenho a mania de colocar roupas de frio nelas quando está frio e roupas de calor, quando está calor. E peço para as meninas tirarem os sapatinhos na hora de colocá-las para dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nessa arrumação eu me lembrei do Adriano, um boneco "Meu bebê" que eu ganhei de Natal e que por toda a minha infância eu cuidei como um filho de verdade... Será que ele ficou magoado comigo quando eu me desfiz dele, como os brinquedos do Toy Story ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNiKpt-eDRI/AAAAAAAAA3w/nTn0wex9wqA/s1600/my+toys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNiKpt-eDRI/AAAAAAAAA3w/nTn0wex9wqA/s320/my+toys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peposa, eu e o Adriano...Bons tempos !&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pena que o tempo de brincar de boneca das crianças de hoje passa tão rápido...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3047542122454550738?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3047542122454550738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-toy-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3047542122454550738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3047542122454550738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-toy-story.html' title='My Toy Story'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNiOBG1BbTI/AAAAAAAAA34/d0O-j__OvAs/s72-c/woody.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1986800145895151560</id><published>2010-11-07T22:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:17:59.620-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Limpando a alma</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; O fim do ano já está aí, batendo à porta !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; As lojas já estão enfeitadas e vendendo enfeites de natal. No meu condomínio já montaram uma árvore no hall...Eu mesmo, já comprei mais um papai noel para minha coleção (compro 1 por ano).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vai chegando essa época e me dá um faniquito de arrumar a casa...Não aquela arrumação do dia-a-dia...Fim de ano, é época de tirar do armário todas as coisas que durante todo ano não foram usadas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então nesse fim de semana, eu e o Marcão arrumamos os brinquedos das meninas, arrumamos os sapatos e a área de serviço. Mudamos uns móveis de lugar, mexemos aqui e ali, e o apartamento já ficou com uma cara nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNdA0letWiI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ZPbh_C23PDk/s1600/sapateira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNdA0letWiI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ZPbh_C23PDk/s320/sapateira.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sapateira que eu eo Marcão fizemos no sábado de tubos de PVC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Apesar da dor no corpo (dói tudo), eu estou me sentindo de alma limpa. Muito feliz !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E estou certa de que essa felicidade vai durar por toda semana ! (espero que a dor&amp;nbsp;não)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1986800145895151560?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1986800145895151560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/limpando-alma.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1986800145895151560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1986800145895151560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/limpando-alma.html' title='Limpando a alma'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNdA0letWiI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ZPbh_C23PDk/s72-c/sapateira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-6964442791927837773</id><published>2010-11-04T21:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:15:16.150-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;...Acordei com os dois pés esquerdos !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNM-WT7_qlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/TADcGAjp9TQ/s1600/p%C3%A92.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNM-WT7_qlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/TADcGAjp9TQ/s320/p%C3%A92.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-6964442791927837773?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6964442791927837773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6964442791927837773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6964442791927837773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TNM-WT7_qlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/TADcGAjp9TQ/s72-c/p%C3%A92.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1322582404347451848</id><published>2010-10-31T21:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:03:50.485-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>O Halloween mais assustador...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="background-color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje foi um Halloween assustador de verdade !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 1º - É um domingo, véspera de um feriadão prolongado que eu não vou emendar...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 2º - Eleições para Presidente, e eu votei um tanto quanto indecisa...Na verdade, nenhum candidato me agradava...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 3º - Um desses dois candidatos ganhou e será o nosso novo presidente, ou pior, nova presidente...E eu terei que engolir....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 4º - E para completar o dia de horror, quem ganhou a eleição, ao meu ver,&amp;nbsp;tem&amp;nbsp;jeito&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;bruxa de verdade !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Minha sorte é que&amp;nbsp;duas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;bruxas "cute-cute" estiveram presentes no meu dia para me mostrar que o futuro não será assim tão assombroso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TM307OufnEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Nu2Ne23r-DE/s1600/Out+2010+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TM307OufnEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Nu2Ne23r-DE/s320/Out+2010+027.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minhas bruxinhas "cute-cute"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1322582404347451848?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1322582404347451848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-halloween-mais-assustador.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1322582404347451848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1322582404347451848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-halloween-mais-assustador.html' title='O Halloween mais assustador...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TM307OufnEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Nu2Ne23r-DE/s72-c/Out+2010+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7264334964962745572</id><published>2010-10-13T22:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:22:46.647-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Clube Urbano</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quase 1 mes sem escrever !!! Acho que bati o meu record de falta de assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Confesso que esse tempo "CINZA" favorece essa situação...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cadê o sol ! Que primavera mais sem cor !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O&amp;nbsp;horário&amp;nbsp;de verão ta chegando e espero que o verão venha junto !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Para alegrar um pouco a vida, descobri uma nova "onda" de compra na internet. São os sites de compra coletiva, em que vários estabelecimentos comerciais oferecem produtos com desconto por um determinado período de tempo em produtos e serviços. Você adquire o que te interessa,paga através de cartão e recebe no e-mail um "voucher" para ir ate a loja e retirar o produto ou usufruir o serviço.Tem restaurantes, teatros e tratamentos estéticos... &amp;nbsp;Tenho vários depoimentos de que &amp;nbsp;e confiável, mas eu ainda não comprei nada (estou esperando o dia do "Santo Provento" ou "Saint Pay Day"), mas estou louquinha de vontade de experimentar !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu já me cadastrei no Clube Urbano (http://www.clubeurbano.com.br/in/.vegI16) , mas descobri que tem um site que reúne as ofertas de outros&amp;nbsp;39 sites desse tipo (www.saveme.com.br).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7264334964962745572?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7264334964962745572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/10/clube-urbano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7264334964962745572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7264334964962745572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/10/clube-urbano.html' title='Clube Urbano'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5989756666958062421</id><published>2010-09-22T23:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:13:00.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>16 anos...</title><content type='html'>NAS PARADAS DE SUCESSO EM 1994:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade Negra &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amor igual ao seu, eu nunca mais terei.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que eu nunca vi igual, que eu nunca mais terei..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis, nossa trilha sonora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 anos de Ieda &amp; Marcão !!!&lt;br /&gt;16 anos de amor &amp; Cumplicidade !&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5989756666958062421?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5989756666958062421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/09/16-anos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5989756666958062421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5989756666958062421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/09/16-anos.html' title='16 anos...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1349393938878070377</id><published>2010-09-11T23:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:47:38.563-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Era uma casa muito engraçada...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não basta ser mãe, tem que participar !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A Fernanda chegou ontem, em casa, com um monte de pedaços de papelão e uma idéia: Fazer uma casa de boneca !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Então hoje, colocamos o projeto em prática e depois de um dia inteiro de trabalho, eis o resultado !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIw96z_4gsI/AAAAAAAAA0M/fRiIwAUGvc4/s1600/SANY0671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIw96z_4gsI/AAAAAAAAA0M/fRiIwAUGvc4/s200/SANY0671.JPG" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIw-BgeNuYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/h9PH-yqsSy0/s1600/SANY0672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIw-BgeNuYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/h9PH-yqsSy0/s200/SANY0672.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIw-MVdss5I/AAAAAAAAA0c/mrCtah7Lb10/s1600/SANY0673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIw-MVdss5I/AAAAAAAAA0c/mrCtah7Lb10/s200/SANY0673.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não preciso dizer que as meninas adoraram, mas acabamos de fazer tão tarde que as duas mal conseguiram brincar de tão cansadas ! Fica para amanhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIw-zaGHMPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/cyUfQD3uwVk/s1600/SANY0674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIw-zaGHMPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/cyUfQD3uwVk/s400/SANY0674.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1349393938878070377?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1349393938878070377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/09/era-uma-casa-muito-engracada.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1349393938878070377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1349393938878070377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/09/era-uma-casa-muito-engracada.html' title='Era uma casa muito engraçada...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIw96z_4gsI/AAAAAAAAA0M/fRiIwAUGvc4/s72-c/SANY0671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-8689567025662246297</id><published>2010-09-08T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:39:48.108-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desenho'/><title type='text'>Para Tainá</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tainá é uma amiguinha da Natália.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Elas&amp;nbsp;freqüentaram&amp;nbsp;a mesma escola no ano passado, e apesar de já não se verem com&amp;nbsp;freqüência&amp;nbsp;(a Tainá mudou de escola ), é como se a Natália a visse sempre, pois fala dela o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aliás, no aniversário da Natália, precisamos &amp;nbsp;fazer&amp;nbsp;peripécias&amp;nbsp;para conseguir convidar a Tainá para a festa, pois não achávamos o telefone, não sabíamos o endereço, nem o e-mail...Mas na última hora conseguimos, e valeu à pena, a Tainá ganhou o primeiro pedaço do bolo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E hoje, a Natália fez esse lindo desenho dela e da Tainá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIg4YksvYpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zMEYA3pCjqk/s1600/Nana+des.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIg4YksvYpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zMEYA3pCjqk/s400/Nana+des.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reparem nas barrigas com seus respectivos umbigos, no óculos da Natália e nas grandes orelhas verdes (a Tainá está de brinco!), e nos cabelos, um liso e outro enrolado...Que riqueza de detalhes !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Reparem também que ela &amp;nbsp;escreveu os dois nomes.(Foi ela mesma !)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-8689567025662246297?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8689567025662246297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/09/para-taina.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8689567025662246297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/8689567025662246297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/09/para-taina.html' title='Para Tainá'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TIg4YksvYpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zMEYA3pCjqk/s72-c/Nana+des.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2817660302983208127</id><published>2010-09-07T22:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:46:08.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficou na promessa</title><content type='html'>Contei os dias para o feriadão! Consegui uma folga, e vamo-que-vamo !&lt;br /&gt;   Na ida, comemos poeira, ar seco, clima quente, promessa de ótimos dias !&lt;br /&gt;    Já ao chegar na chacára, um baita susto, o sogrão estava passando mal, um princípio de infarto, correria para o hospital, fiquei sozinha com as meninas, assustada, uma dor no coração, que eu cheguei a pensar que quem teria um infarto era eu !&lt;br /&gt;    Sogrão foi medicado, mas passamos todo o sábado nos recuperando do susto...E para o nosso azar, sábado foi o último dia ensolarado!&lt;br /&gt;   Depois foi só frio, frio e mais frio, e para ficar mais frio, um pouco de chuva ! Não teria sido tão ruim, se eu tivesse levado roupas de frio para mim e para as meninas, mas eu achei que não seria necessário...&lt;br /&gt;   Enfim, a promessa de um feriadão maravilhoso não se cumpriu...Fica  para a próxima !&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2817660302983208127?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2817660302983208127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/09/ficou-na-promessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2817660302983208127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2817660302983208127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/09/ficou-na-promessa.html' title='Ficou na promessa'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3543049528981451003</id><published>2010-08-29T20:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:40:20.377-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>É sempre triste a hora de ir...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Para quem ainda não sabe, ou esqueceu, eu tenho um outro blog&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mamaenaoelouca.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Mamãe não é louca"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; em que relato alguns fatos para minhas filhas, tipo um diário para que elas possam ler quando crescer e entender o que hoje ainda não conseguem. Então hoje quero compartilhar aqui um texto que postei lá. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Querida Fernanda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Apesar do título poético, esse é só mais um relato sobre você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sempre que nós vamos passear na casa de alguém,principalmente se há outras crianças, por mais que você brinque, muitas vezes não parando nem para comer, na hora de ir embora é sempre o mesmo drama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Mas já vamos embora ?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Mas eu ainda nem brinquei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Só mais um pouquinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- Ahhhh,ahhhhh, ahhhhhh... (Choro compulsivo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então, se o objetivo de saírmos de casa era para que você se divertisse e ficasse feliz, eu e o papai voltamos para casa frustados, pois você chora o resto da noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...Mas no fundo, apesar da minha frustação, eu te entendo, pois ontem enquanto você chorava baixinho no banco de trás do carro, na volta da casa do seus primos, eu me lembrei que quando eu era criança, muitos domingos, ao voltar da casa da minha Vó Cristina, eu também chorava...Me lembrei que da janela do carro, eu via, com os olhinhos cheio de lágrimas, a torre da igreja do Ipiranga (N. Sra Aparecida), que na época ainda estava em construção, e ficava pedindo para o papai do céu, para que a gente voltasse e eu pudesse brincar só mais um pouquinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/THrupgnH8_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/o9cSzbmHn38/s1600/B+-+Ipiranga+-+4937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/THrupgnH8_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/o9cSzbmHn38/s320/B+-+Ipiranga+-+4937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Torre da Igreja N. Sra Aparecida - Ipiranga (SP) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Foto de Luiz Giope (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saopauloseduz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;http://www.saopauloseduz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mamãe não é louca ! Só um pouquinho descontrolada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3543049528981451003?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3543049528981451003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-sempre-triste-hora-de-ir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3543049528981451003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3543049528981451003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-sempre-triste-hora-de-ir.html' title='É sempre triste a hora de ir...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/THrupgnH8_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/o9cSzbmHn38/s72-c/B+-+Ipiranga+-+4937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2971698791527699926</id><published>2010-08-22T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:55:46.584-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Meu malvado favorito</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sempre que me decido levar as meninas no cinema, procuro ir na primeira sessão do dia...Mas hoje resolvi enrrolar na cama e perdi a hora.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então fui na sessão das 14:40, mas quando cheguei lá, os ingressos já estavam esgotados...Tive que esperar a próxima sessão, às 16:10.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Enquanto esperávamos, fomos dar um "rolê" pelas lojas e lá se foram mais R$ 30,00 em&amp;nbsp; 2 livros para as meninas (mais barato que brincar no playland !).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/THGqgNoE6OI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7La3Txx9Rms/s1600/fe+e+na.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/THGqgNoE6OI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7La3Txx9Rms/s320/fe+e+na.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pausa para experimentar óculos de sol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Voltamos para o saguão do Cinemark às 15:30h, e a fila da pipoca estava enorme (sempre me irrito com a lerdeza das atendentes!). Saímos de uma fila para outra, a da sessão propriamente dita, só que agora com 3 pacotes de pipoca e 3 refrigerantes...Uma confusão danada...Comecei a ficar irritada....Mais irritada... Muito mais irritada...Até que a Natália derrubou o refri no chão...Sorte que a fila andou...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Enfim...Se o filme não tivesse sido tão engraçadinho,e se&amp;nbsp;as minhas filhas não tivessem ficado tão felizes,&amp;nbsp;eu teria me arrependido completamente desse passeio.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bom, aprendi a lição: Cinema com as crianças só na sessão das 11 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2971698791527699926?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2971698791527699926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-malvado-favorito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2971698791527699926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2971698791527699926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-malvado-favorito.html' title='Meu malvado favorito'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/THGqgNoE6OI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7La3Txx9Rms/s72-c/fe+e+na.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3699110737097073823</id><published>2010-08-19T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:41:41.662-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Twitter político</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Horário político nunca fez parte da programação da minha TV, mesmo quando não existia a NET.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas esse ano, através do twitter, estou tendo notícias on-line sobre os candidatos...E &amp;nbsp;(graças à Deus) não é nenhum político que me segue... São meus próprios colegas twitteiros que me atualizam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3699110737097073823?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3699110737097073823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/twitter-politico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3699110737097073823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3699110737097073823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/twitter-politico.html' title='Twitter político'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3094849170142245491</id><published>2010-08-16T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:04:14.766-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Reflexões</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esse fim de semana, forçosamente tivemos que nos despedir do Tio Luis...Ele não resistiu ao câncer e faleceu ... Perdemos o "cortador oficial de gravatas" das festas de casamentos...O tio brincalhão, que não sabia falar baixo e tinha uma risada alta, espontânea e única... Mas que, infelizmente,tinha o péssimo hábito de&amp;nbsp; fumar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Toda vez que a "morte" chega perto da minha família, eu fico um bom tempo em estado de reflexão...Fico pensando nas pessoas que eu amo e que falta elas farão em minha vida quando chegar a hora delas deixarem esse mundo terreno... Por mais espiritualizada que sou e acredite que o que fica aqui é só o corpo, pois o espírito é eterno, ainda não estou pronta para algumas despedidas...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Outro pensamento que me vem nesses momentos é como complicamos as relações humanas, encontramos sempre mil motivos para nos afastar e afastarmos as pessoas... Basta uma simples contrariedade ou um mal entendido.&amp;nbsp; Deixamos o dito-pelo-não-dito, e simplemente nos afastamos. Sempre nos valemos mais do orgulho do que da boa conversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É... a vida é curta...A gente não sabe qual será a nossa hora ou a hora dos nossos "próximos". Talves falte aquele minutinho para um aperto de mão, um abraço, um beijo...Um minutinho irrecuperável... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Então meu conselho para todos nesse momento é: Aproveitem o &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AGORA &lt;/span&gt;e... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NÃO FUMEM !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3094849170142245491?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3094849170142245491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflexoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3094849170142245491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3094849170142245491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflexoes.html' title='Reflexões'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-4619478017899666029</id><published>2010-08-07T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:33:47.153-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comemorativos'/><title type='text'>Natália 4 anos</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A festinha de aniversário da Natália, ontem, foi ótima ! Os amiguinhos da escola se divertiram muito e a Natália ficou muuuuito feliz !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ela foi vestida de Stephanie do Lazy Town e para guardar essa data tão importante, eu fiz um videozinho dela durante a semana.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Enjoy it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7ddaf098326aeff" 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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7ddaf098326aeff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270467%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D670D82875A6D562D956BF813FE90FB7EF03D01D4.609C351622320B2874CD23784EBF9DAA9AF27D5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7ddaf098326aeff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DefYpV8UCrxFM3RpzTK-jEnX_GZc&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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7ddaf098326aeff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270467%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D670D82875A6D562D956BF813FE90FB7EF03D01D4.609C351622320B2874CD23784EBF9DAA9AF27D5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7ddaf098326aeff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DefYpV8UCrxFM3RpzTK-jEnX_GZc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-4619478017899666029?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4619478017899666029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/natalia-4-anos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4619478017899666029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4619478017899666029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/08/natalia-4-anos.html' title='Natália 4 anos'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5054436202505536786</id><published>2010-07-24T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:16:06.304-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Liso  e Loiro</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Querido Diário Otário&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (OPS !!! Comprei esse livro hoje para a Fê e tô com isso na cabeça!) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esse post começa no ínicio dessa semana...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Na volta às aulas, a Natália caiu da carteira e&amp;nbsp;chegou&amp;nbsp;em casa com um "galo" na testa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas o grande problema foi a franja ... A franja na testa agravava consideravelmente a dor do "galo". Então após muita cara feia,&amp;nbsp;choros e apelos, decidimos marcar um horário no salão para darmos um fim na franja (na verdade, já era tempo de levá-la ao cabelereiro).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Enfim, hoje era o dia ! Logo cedo, ela me lembrou entusiasmada desse compromisso. Então perguntei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - O que você vai&amp;nbsp;querer&amp;nbsp;fazer no seu cabelo?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E ela respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Eu quero meu cabelo liso e loiro !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Hahahahhahhahahahahhahahahhahahhahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O loiro não rolou...Mas o liso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEucelAjWRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/4Id4-rygaxE/s1600/SANY0497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEucelAjWRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/4Id4-rygaxE/s320/SANY0497.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naná de cabelos escovados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5054436202505536786?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5054436202505536786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/liso-e-loiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5054436202505536786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5054436202505536786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/liso-e-loiro.html' title='Liso  e Loiro'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEucelAjWRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/4Id4-rygaxE/s72-c/SANY0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5025788152547166511</id><published>2010-07-22T20:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:09:05.356-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Isso de Amizade (Parte 2)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A amizade tem mistérios que até os amigos desconhecem !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando eu resolvi postar o texto no dia dos amigos e colocar as fotos das minhas amigas de todos os tempos, eu tive que fazer uma vasta pesquisa em meus arquivos (quer dizer, minha caixa de fotos). E assim eu fui relembrando de cada amiga, de cada situação... Deu uma saudade !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O pensamento nas meninas foi tão forte, que ontem, sem nada combinado, encontrei a Ligia, a Fernanda e a Mariana, no Morumbi, no jogo do São Paulo. Tudo bem que era um evento patrocinado pelo banco que eu ganhei após cumprir mais uma grande meta, mas que foi uma super e maravilhosa coincidência encontrá-las, isso foi ! Chego a crer que foi a força do meu pensamento que permitiu isso !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEjO55bJxII/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZU_RIZJyRdY/s1600/SANY0482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEjO55bJxII/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZU_RIZJyRdY/s320/SANY0482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu e a Ligia no camorote VIP do Morumbi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEjOUHD8UPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/EQiM_FZbxLc/s1600/SANY0487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEjOUHD8UPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/EQiM_FZbxLc/s320/SANY0487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu e a Fernanda em frente ao troféu da Libertadores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ao invés de assistir ao jogo, ficamos colocando as fofocas em dia, comendo lanches do "The Fifttens" e bebendo coquetéis de frutas. TUDO DE BOM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5025788152547166511?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5025788152547166511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/isso-de-amizade-parte-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5025788152547166511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5025788152547166511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/isso-de-amizade-parte-2.html' title='Isso de Amizade (Parte 2)'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEjO55bJxII/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZU_RIZJyRdY/s72-c/SANY0482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-4153138713903132876</id><published>2010-07-20T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:29:31.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Isso de Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;" Ah, esse fenômeno instigante: o das amizades que se mantém independente da convivência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Será amizade ? Será saudade comum dos anos vividos em amizade? Será saudades dos anos felizes ou uma afinidade que se espraia no tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Não sei responder. Sei que com algumas pessoas (poucas), há uma insistência teimosa em desejar ver, trocar idéias e &amp;nbsp;experiências,creio pela certeza da reciprocidade e do "ser aceito".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZYzPyy57I/AAAAAAAAAxM/DA6H_Aokau8/s1600/Top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZYzPyy57I/AAAAAAAAAxM/DA6H_Aokau8/s200/Top.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu e a Renata Marcolino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Sim, talvez seja a certeza de ser aceito, uma das maiores necessidades humanas neste mundo de incompreensões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Talvez seja a necessidade da existência de certeza prévia de acolhimento ao que somos e ao que pensamos, o fermento da amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZYpdLroHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2GlWamv0M8I/s1600/Top-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZYpdLroHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2GlWamv0M8I/s200/Top-2.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu e a Adriana Prudente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;O mistério da amizade talvez resida no alívio que traz a existência de alguém que nos acolha. Digo ACOLHA e &amp;nbsp;não recolha - aí já seria dependência de um, lado e paternalismo do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZZD_In1NI/AAAAAAAAAxc/r41N8HOlNuY/s1600/Top-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZZD_In1NI/AAAAAAAAAxc/r41N8HOlNuY/s200/Top-5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu, Carmelita, Cleide, Valéria, minha irmã e ??? (Esqueci, e daí?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Acolher significa receber de bom grado, previamente, sem julgamentos ou resistências. É molesto o fato de que os seres humanos vivam a julgar e que suas opiniões prévias interponham barreiras na comunicação, dificultando-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZZCIKZ_XI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PSoyC6zxN_4/s1600/Top-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZZCIKZ_XI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PSoyC6zxN_4/s200/Top-4.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu e a Melissa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;O mistério da afinidade consiste na inexistência das resistências ao outro, mesmo quando haja discordância . Isso não deriva apenas de afeto. Quantas vezes há afeto entre pessoas sem, porém, a aceitação natural, espontânea e prévia ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZYibtg0WI/AAAAAAAAAws/ov0oaGBrieQ/s1600/Top-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZYibtg0WI/AAAAAAAAAws/ov0oaGBrieQ/s200/Top-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu, Luiza Miwa e Adriana&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Verifique nas amizades TIDAS e VIVIDAS ao longo da vida, o que delas restou.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Haverá muita vivência, boa e má.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Raramente, porém, restará a amizade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZYwJxnX3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/pksx7LJtj7o/s1600/Top-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZYwJxnX3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/pksx7LJtj7o/s200/Top-3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu, Lígia, Cida, Fernanda e Cris&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Com os anos, vão se tornando escassas a amizade que atravessaram o terreno íntimo que lhes é próprio, sem arranhões e sem mágoas, restando, como fruto, após ingentes experiências humanas e existências, apenas (e já é tanto....) a amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;A amizade é o que resta da amizade. E se o que resta da amizade, é a amizade, então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;A AMIZADE É &amp;nbsp;DA VERDADEIRA ! "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Arthur Távola)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;A vida seria insuportável sem AMIGOS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Á &amp;nbsp;todas meus amigos, retratados ou não, de hoje ou de ontem, próximos ou distantes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vocês são TUDO DE BOM na minha vida !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-4153138713903132876?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4153138713903132876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/isso-de-amizade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4153138713903132876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4153138713903132876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/isso-de-amizade.html' title='Isso de Amizade'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TEZYzPyy57I/AAAAAAAAAxM/DA6H_Aokau8/s72-c/Top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1864131258430473712</id><published>2010-07-13T07:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:11:54.471-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quadrinhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Amo muito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/cartoon/1951447"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nossa familia" border="0" height="312" src="http://static.toondoo.com/public/i/c/a/icasarregio//toons/cool-cartoon-1951447.png" title="Click to View Full Size Image" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 100%;"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/user/icasarregio"&gt;icasarregio&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/cartoon/1951447"&gt;View this Toon at ToonDoo&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1864131258430473712?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1864131258430473712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/amo-muito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1864131258430473712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1864131258430473712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/amo-muito.html' title='Amo muito...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-6664125046932805975</id><published>2010-07-12T20:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:57:42.543-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>...Férias...Humpf!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Finalmente, depois de quase 6 anos,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; FÉRIAS !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;...Férias da função &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;MÃE&lt;/span&gt;...As meninas vão passar uma semana na praia com os avós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hoje cheguei super cedo do trabalho...Não tinha que buscar ninguém em lugar nenhum.... Mais tempo livre &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;PRA QUÊ ?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;Não tinha brinquedos no chão para recolher, bagunça para arrumar... O silêncio está &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;INSUPORTÁVEL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Quase dormi no banho,não tinha ninguém batendo na porta, nem entrando e saindo...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;É &amp;nbsp;só o primeiro dia e estou sentindo uma falta daquelas risadinhas, daqueles gritinhos, da bagunça...Acho que é por isso que eu nunca fui dessas mães que empurra seus filhos para dormirem na casa dos avós sob qualquer pretexto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas...Acordar mais tarde de manhã É TUDO DE BOM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-6664125046932805975?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6664125046932805975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/feriashumpf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6664125046932805975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/6664125046932805975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/feriashumpf.html' title='...Férias...Humpf!'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-819154097152394096</id><published>2010-07-12T00:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:26:32.974-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quadrinhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Feriadão em quadrinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/cartoon/1949533"&gt;&lt;img alt="09 de julho " border="0" src="http://static.toondoo.com/public/i/c/a/icasarregio//toons/cool-cartoon-1949533.png" title="Click to View Full Size Image" width="100%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 100%;"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/user/icasarregio"&gt;icasarregio&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/cartoon/1949533"&gt;View this Toon at ToonDoo&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;/div&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/1041219330852923455-819154097152394096?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/819154097152394096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/feriadao-em-quadrinhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/819154097152394096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/819154097152394096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/07/feriadao-em-quadrinhos.html' title='Feriadão em quadrinhos'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-112604910706242643</id><published>2010-06-30T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:43:12.191-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Fim de semestre !</title><content type='html'>Estou literalmente esgotada !!!&lt;br /&gt;Nesses últimos 30 dias trabalhei que nem "gente grande" !&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, é como se fosse o último dia do ano: uma enorme esperança de que amanhã tudo vai ser diferente e que eu vou poder trabalhar com mais tranquilidade e organização....&lt;br /&gt;Acho até que vou abrir uma garrafa de champanhe... Talvez soltar alguns fogos de artifício...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe até pular 7 ondas ?!? &lt;br /&gt;Três pedidos: FÉRIAS, FÉRIAS e FÉRIAS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://palavrassussurradas.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/ferias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://palavrassussurradas.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/ferias.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...como acontece sempre no 1º dia do ano, amanhã tudo será igual : Semestre novo, metas novas !&lt;br /&gt;Férias...Só no natal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-112604910706242643?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/112604910706242643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/06/fim-de-semestre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/112604910706242643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/112604910706242643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/06/fim-de-semestre.html' title='Fim de semestre !'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2524056476349446263</id><published>2010-06-15T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:55:42.560-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Brasil 2x1 Coréia do Norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime; color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;O melhor do jogo, foi a torcida !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TBf2frTb0QI/AAAAAAAAAwI/aaMeWSQ-B6k/s1600/S3010271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TBf2frTb0QI/AAAAAAAAAwI/aaMeWSQ-B6k/s400/S3010271.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2524056476349446263?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2524056476349446263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/06/brasil-2x1-coreia-do-norte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2524056476349446263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2524056476349446263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/06/brasil-2x1-coreia-do-norte.html' title='Brasil 2x1 Coréia do Norte'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TBf2frTb0QI/AAAAAAAAAwI/aaMeWSQ-B6k/s72-c/S3010271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2807207203353768184</id><published>2010-05-31T21:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:06:24.296-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Fim de semana mágico !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;    Estava tudo certo: Malas prontas...Era só acabar o expediente da sexta-feira e nós íamos para a chácara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uma proposta indecente veio logo cedo: Era só eu cumprir uma meta e ganharia 4 convites para assistir o Disney on Ice no Ginásio do Ibirapuera.&lt;br /&gt;Eu bem que podia fingir que não era comigo, mas há muito tempo eu queria levar minhas filhas para ver esse espetáculo...Me lembrei quando meu pai nos levava para assistir o Hollyday on Ice...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era mágico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ! Então em um único telefonema, cumpri a meta e ganhei os convites... E também um problema...Como falar para o Marcos que a viagem para a chácara teria que ser adiada ???&lt;br /&gt;   Mas qualquer sacríficio valia à pena para realizar meu desejo de proporcionar essa alegria para minhas filhas (e para mim também)...Até mesmo cara feia e mal humor...E assim foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-large;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Mágico, como eu sabia que seria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477619926822078338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TARqTUDUx4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/uTLx3TeI6i8/s320/Disney+on+ice+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Para a mágica ficar completa e todos ficarem felizes e contentes, fomos para a chácara logo após o espetáculo e as meninas adoraram comer Fondue !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477608231687350082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TARfqkR650I/AAAAAAAAAvg/fEdbxycl9TI/s320/Fondue.jpg" /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;          Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2807207203353768184?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2807207203353768184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/fim-de-semana-magico.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2807207203353768184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2807207203353768184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/fim-de-semana-magico.html' title='Fim de semana mágico !'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/TARqTUDUx4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/uTLx3TeI6i8/s72-c/Disney+on+ice+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-923134568488801787</id><published>2010-05-22T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:05:07.059-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banhos Divertidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>O santo banho de todo dia !</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Já vai fazer uns 6 anos que eu &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;SEMPR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tenho platéia na hora do banho.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Como eu já escrevi aqui em &lt;a href="http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/search/label/Banhos%20Divertidos"&gt;"Banhos Divertidos"&lt;/a&gt; , a Fernanda adora me contar histórias enquanto eu tô no&amp;nbsp;chuveiro, e de uns tempos para cá, a Naná também aderiu a moda !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ás vezes eu fico &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;"P... da vida!"&lt;/span&gt; - Pô nem no banho eu posso ter aquele minutinho de solidão !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mas hoje, fiquei ali, olhando a Natália,&amp;nbsp;sentadinha, com o chapeuzinho das princesas na cabeça,&amp;nbsp;com o livrinho nas mãos e fiquei pensando: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;"_Daqui alguns anos, vou sentir tanta falta disso !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S_iMFf42VAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Zl-SaQPt4vs/s1600/SANY0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S_iMFf42VAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Zl-SaQPt4vs/s320/SANY0181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-923134568488801787?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/923134568488801787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-santo-banho-de-todo-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/923134568488801787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/923134568488801787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-santo-banho-de-todo-dia.html' title='O santo banho de todo dia !'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S_iMFf42VAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Zl-SaQPt4vs/s72-c/SANY0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-4284402686166084900</id><published>2010-05-16T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:49:06.276-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comemorativos'/><title type='text'>Bodas de Mármore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ontem mamãe e papai fizeram 39 anos de casados, mas a comemoração para a família foi só hoje com um churrasco na hora do almoço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu agradeço à Deus todos os dias, por ter nascido filha deles ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eles sempre estão lá, por nós, aconteça o que acontecer ! Não são perfeitos, mas fazem sempre o melhor possível !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; São meus heróis ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S_CfY_UAozI/AAAAAAAAAu4/sp7gE8X7euU/s1600/M%C3%A3e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S_CfY_UAozI/AAAAAAAAAu4/sp7gE8X7euU/s200/M%C3%A3e.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pena que a gente cresce e a vida vira uma correria só, e sobra tão pouco tempo para estar com eles !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Se eu pudesse eu iria tomar café da manhã, almoçar e tomar café da tarde todos os dias na casa deles !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Que Deus permita que eu possa viver muito mais anos na companhia deles e aprender cada vez mais com a sabedoria deles !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E que eu também possa chegar ao meu 39º Aniversário de Casamento com o mesmo amor que eles tem um pelo outro !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-4284402686166084900?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4284402686166084900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/bodas-de-marmore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4284402686166084900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4284402686166084900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/bodas-de-marmore.html' title='Bodas de Mármore'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S_CfY_UAozI/AAAAAAAAAu4/sp7gE8X7euU/s72-c/M%C3%A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5763520408499134040</id><published>2010-05-13T08:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:00:09.229-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>Comercial da Seara</title><content type='html'>Não posso deixar de postar o comercial da Seara, com Robinho, Ganso e Neymar dançando Single &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ladies da Beyoncé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;    É tudo de bom !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsoCLxZzgw0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsoCLxZzgw0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fiquem em paz !&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/1041219330852923455-5763520408499134040?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5763520408499134040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/comercial-da-seara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5763520408499134040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5763520408499134040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/comercial-da-seara.html' title='Comercial da Seara'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-335012096076102361</id><published>2010-05-12T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:25:00.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Sem inspiração</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De repente a vida entrou numa rotina desenfreada e todos os dias parecem exatamente iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Estou sem inspiração... Sento na frente do micro e não tenho nada para escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando lembro das minhas agendas de adolescente, não havia um&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;dia sem que eu escrevesse. Eram versos, poemas, letras de musicas, desenhos, recortes ... e agora...NADA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A rotina esta minando minha criatividade...Ou eu estou ficando velha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S-tUygeBYdI/AAAAAAAAAuI/gJmnXXMLSvg/s1600/sem+inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S-tUygeBYdI/AAAAAAAAAuI/gJmnXXMLSvg/s400/sem+inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-335012096076102361?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/335012096076102361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/sem-inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/335012096076102361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/335012096076102361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/sem-inspiracao.html' title='Sem inspiração'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S-tUygeBYdI/AAAAAAAAAuI/gJmnXXMLSvg/s72-c/sem+inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2638576728447104022</id><published>2010-05-11T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:11:52.188-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Pronto !</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Já estou vacinada contra a&amp;nbsp;Gripe Suína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S-n_ZWMqIpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/RegVTlOMeLQ/s1600/Vacina%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S-n_ZWMqIpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/RegVTlOMeLQ/s320/Vacina%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Agora as respostas para as perguntas silenciosas :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; _ Sim, dói !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; _ Sim, tá doendo até agora ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; _ Não, fora a dor, não deu nenhuma outra reação. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2638576728447104022?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2638576728447104022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/pronto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2638576728447104022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2638576728447104022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/pronto.html' title='Pronto !'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S-n_ZWMqIpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/RegVTlOMeLQ/s72-c/Vacina%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-5438009096334631686</id><published>2010-05-10T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:08:52.881-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Quando nasce um filho...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...nasce uma mãe !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A gente vive anos sem eles, mas depois que eles nascem, não conseguimos viver um dia sequer sem&amp;nbsp;ouvir&amp;nbsp;aquela risadinha, aquela voizinha, sem ver aquela carinha de "mamãe, fiz arte."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E filho é assim mesmo, para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A gente troca a televisão, o celular, o sofá, a marca do sabão em pó...Mas filhos, a gente não troca nunca, mesmo que o dos outros seja mais educado, mais inteligente, menos bagunceiro !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;É amor Incondicional !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O melhor presente que eu ganhei&amp;nbsp;no dia das mães foi estar com elas ! Mas eu também adorei a homenagem da escolinha, o café na cama, a blusa e a calça que elas me deram !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S-iewqVXN1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/tFNR3UtqVbI/s1600/SANY0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S-iewqVXN1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/tFNR3UtqVbI/s320/SANY0132.JPG" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ahhh,&amp;nbsp;já ia me esquecendo... Ser mãe é maravilhoso ! Mas ser filha também é muito bom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-5438009096334631686?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5438009096334631686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/quando-nasce-um-filho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5438009096334631686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/5438009096334631686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/quando-nasce-um-filho.html' title='Quando nasce um filho...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S-iewqVXN1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/tFNR3UtqVbI/s72-c/SANY0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-4744595354329427872</id><published>2010-05-05T20:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:27:09.932-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Um novo olhar sobre a maternidade...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Essa semana eu tive a honra de escrever para o Blog Lupa, um blog que, infelizmente, é institucional e portanto só quem é funcionário da empresa pode acessar. Digo "infelizmente" &amp;nbsp;porque os textos postados nesse blog são ótimos e deveriam estar em rede aberta.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Voltando ao meu post, ele tratava sobre os desafios da maternidade x carreira e eu fiquei bastante emocionada e surpreendida com a quantidade de comentários que recebi.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Como o texto é um pouquinho longo, coloquei ele numa página à parte e quem quiser ler é só clicar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/maternidadeecarreira/home"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Um novo olhar sobre a maternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-4744595354329427872?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4744595354329427872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-novo-olhar-sobre-maternidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4744595354329427872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/4744595354329427872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-novo-olhar-sobre-maternidade.html' title='Um novo olhar sobre a maternidade...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-942577512460223449</id><published>2010-05-02T21:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:17:18.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Enfim o Boletim !</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quem acompanha o blog, sabe que nos últimos meses eu tenho sofrido&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: white;"&gt;HORRORES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; com o desempenho escolar da Fernanda.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esse ano,&amp;nbsp;ela está na segunda série e tem provas, notas e pode até repetir de ano ! Mas ela não está nem aí...Ela é muito criançona e está díficil&amp;nbsp;fazer com que ela&amp;nbsp;leve a escola a sério...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ontem teve a 1º Reunião Bimestral do ano e eu recebi o boletim de notas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Língua Portuguesa ..................... 9,5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Matemática ............................... 9,5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ciências .................................... 9,5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; História ..................................... 9,5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Geografia .................................. 9,5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Educação Física ........................ 9,5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Artes ........................................ 8,5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Filosofia .....................................10&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Inglês ........................................ 9,5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Informática ................................ 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É...Acho que agora dá para relaxar !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Estou muito orgulhosa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-942577512460223449?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/942577512460223449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/enfim-o-boletim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/942577512460223449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/942577512460223449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/05/enfim-o-boletim.html' title='Enfim o Boletim !'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2573475585988186131</id><published>2010-04-27T19:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:30:33.852-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>O melhor da festa !</title><content type='html'>A melhor parte da festinha da Fernanda, ontem, foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9diY_lNoXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/U03G5n2kqXk/s1600/Bolo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9diY_lNoXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/U03G5n2kqXk/s400/Bolo.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2573475585988186131?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2573475585988186131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-melhor-da-festa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2573475585988186131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2573475585988186131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-melhor-da-festa.html' title='O melhor da festa !'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9diY_lNoXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/U03G5n2kqXk/s72-c/Bolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-7025242398109619380</id><published>2010-04-26T20:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:10:00.461-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Fernanda - 7 anos</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hoje foi o dia do aniversário da Fernanda !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9TDvHgr3TI/AAAAAAAAAtI/RtUlje4slwA/s1600/Jasmine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9TDvHgr3TI/AAAAAAAAAtI/RtUlje4slwA/s400/Jasmine.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-7025242398109619380?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7025242398109619380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/fernanda-7-anos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7025242398109619380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/7025242398109619380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/fernanda-7-anos.html' title='Fernanda - 7 anos'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9TDvHgr3TI/AAAAAAAAAtI/RtUlje4slwA/s72-c/Jasmine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-58470716798463669</id><published>2010-04-25T19:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:28:45.522-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Fernanda</title><content type='html'>Amanhã a Fernanda irá completar 7 anos ! &lt;div&gt;   Ainda me lembro do dia que ela nasceu...Que benção !    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Desde o 1º Aniversário dela, ela sempre se fantasiou do personagem-tema da festa.Então eu fiz esse vídeo de todas as festas (e fantasia) para compartilhar com vocês:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94fef21d2136f8e2" 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%3D94fef21d2136f8e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270467%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C6DBEC8FA203A77215EA58104BF05E455F049BB.3A4072A3CF44B3B5C5D464C179BAA6199753D8A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94fef21d2136f8e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt7cI4nIPUpHov3Qi1rqdgZmaJoI&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://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94fef21d2136f8e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270467%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C6DBEC8FA203A77215EA58104BF05E455F049BB.3A4072A3CF44B3B5C5D464C179BAA6199753D8A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94fef21d2136f8e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt7cI4nIPUpHov3Qi1rqdgZmaJoI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Aguardem ! Amanhã você vão saber qual a fantasia dos 7 anos !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Fiquem em paz !&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/1041219330852923455-58470716798463669?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/58470716798463669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/fernanda.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/58470716798463669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/58470716798463669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/fernanda.html' title='Fernanda'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1856358964617442202</id><published>2010-04-24T22:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:27:37.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>São Bernardo Futebol Clube</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu não sou muito ligada nessas coisas de futebol. Torço para o São Paulo, mas nem sei que dia tem jogo ou qual é sua classificação&amp;nbsp;no campeonato paulista.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas&amp;nbsp;eu preciso falar do São Bernardo Futebol Clube, time da minha cidade que conquistou hoje uma vaga na 1º Divisão do Campeonato Paulista de 2011 !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vamos lá TIGRE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9OZ3-SbyvI/AAAAAAAAArs/ky95zxmtByc/s1600/mascotePatro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9OZ3-SbyvI/AAAAAAAAArs/ky95zxmtByc/s200/mascotePatro.jpg" tt="true" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1856358964617442202?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1856358964617442202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/sao-bernardo-futebol-clube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1856358964617442202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1856358964617442202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/sao-bernardo-futebol-clube.html' title='São Bernardo Futebol Clube'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9OZ3-SbyvI/AAAAAAAAArs/ky95zxmtByc/s72-c/mascotePatro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3127629880605229046</id><published>2010-04-22T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:31:26.741-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comemorativos'/><title type='text'>Dia do Planeta Terra</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não é&amp;nbsp; uma coincidência interessante que o dia escolhido para ser o "dia do Planeta Terra" é exatamente o dia em que o Brasil foi descoberto há 510 anos atrás !?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu, particularmente e apesar de tantos desgostos, AMO O BRASIL ! Aqui a gente tem de tudo: água, terra para plantar, fauna e flora rica&amp;nbsp;e até petróleo ! E ainda somos um povo alegre e hospitaleiro. Temos&amp;nbsp; o Carnaval e o melhor Futebol do Mundo, além da TOP das TOPS&amp;nbsp;!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Tá, tá, tá...Eu sei...Temos a corrupção, a violência, a malandragem...Mas qual país que não tem os seus problemas ? Pelo menos, não perdemos o bom humor...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Se um&amp;nbsp;dia acontecer algum Congresso Interplanetário, &amp;nbsp;eu escolheria o BRASIL para representar o PLANETA TERRA ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9DbLbPf72I/AAAAAAAAAq0/8XPDxcN3MWU/s1600/Terra+%26+Brasil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9DbLbPf72I/AAAAAAAAAq0/8XPDxcN3MWU/s400/Terra+%26+Brasil.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3127629880605229046?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3127629880605229046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/dia-do-planeta-terra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3127629880605229046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3127629880605229046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/dia-do-planeta-terra.html' title='Dia do Planeta Terra'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S9DbLbPf72I/AAAAAAAAAq0/8XPDxcN3MWU/s72-c/Terra+%26+Brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-3917934710091780414</id><published>2010-04-21T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:34:31.351-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Minhas filhas Superpoderosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Depois de um dia nada auspicioso como o de ontem, só um feriado para aplacar a minha IRA !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pode parecer forte demais, mas eu realmente estava irada ontem !!! Se tem uma coisa que eu detesto no meu trabalho, é ter subordinado...Nem ter chefe é tão ruim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas enfim, nada como um dia em casa com minha família, para acalmar o meu coraçãozinho !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ontem à noite, &amp;nbsp;a Natália me disse que era uma SUPERPODEROSA, então eu disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;_ É mesmo...Só você e a Fernanda para salvar os meus dias !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S8-YvTRXstI/AAAAAAAAAqs/qas47iw3RJM/s1600/PPG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S8-YvTRXstI/AAAAAAAAAqs/qas47iw3RJM/s320/PPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-3917934710091780414?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3917934710091780414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/minhas-filhas-superpoderosas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3917934710091780414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/3917934710091780414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/minhas-filhas-superpoderosas.html' title='Minhas filhas Superpoderosas'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S8-YvTRXstI/AAAAAAAAAqs/qas47iw3RJM/s72-c/PPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-2365100680651106272</id><published>2010-04-19T22:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:42:12.346-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Lição de casa</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hoje a Natália trouxe lição de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E para a minha surpresa, era para ela escrever "com capricho" o seu nome...Ela tem só 3 anos...Mal sabe escrever o nome, que dirá com capricho !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dei o lápis na mão dela e fui dizendo as letras e...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Tcham, tcham, tcham :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S80F0UFnW-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/5fF_jdAdATs/s1600/Nat%C3%A1lia_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S80F0UFnW-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/5fF_jdAdATs/s400/Nat%C3%A1lia_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ai...Que orgulho !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-2365100680651106272?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2365100680651106272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/licao-de-casa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2365100680651106272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/2365100680651106272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/licao-de-casa.html' title='Lição de casa'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S80F0UFnW-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/5fF_jdAdATs/s72-c/Nat%C3%A1lia_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1699116063628613538</id><published>2010-04-19T19:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:49:38.622-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Quase 10 dias...</title><content type='html'>...sem blogar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A equação é simples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Semana de provas da Fernanda + Muito estresse no trabalho + Uma pitadinha de resfriado = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;ZERO de Inspiração !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corposaudavel.info/wp-content/uploads/combater-o-cansa%C3%A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.corposaudavel.info/wp-content/uploads/combater-o-cansa%C3%A7o.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aproveitei o fim de semana para descansar na Chácara...DOOOORMI MUUUUITO ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vamos ver se a minha inspiração se restabelece !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquem em paz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1699116063628613538?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1699116063628613538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/quase-10-dias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1699116063628613538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1699116063628613538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/quase-10-dias.html' title='Quase 10 dias...'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1421932853645011518</id><published>2010-04-10T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:31:47.167-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Dia de Faxina</title><content type='html'>Sobrevivi há mais uma faxina e sem lascar as unhas que eu&amp;nbsp;pintei ontem! (Usei luvas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1421932853645011518?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1421932853645011518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/dia-de-faxina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1421932853645011518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1421932853645011518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/dia-de-faxina.html' title='Dia de Faxina'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041219330852923455.post-1761700622959601179</id><published>2010-04-09T22:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:45:38.855-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banhos Divertidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda'/><title type='text'>Banhos Divertidos: A princesa que não tomava banho</title><content type='html'>Mais uma historia da Fernanda para animar &amp;nbsp;meu banho!&lt;br /&gt;(Lembrando que acrescentei alguns comentários na cor azul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Era uma vez uma princesa muito porquinha, ela se chamava Maria e &amp;nbsp;tinha um quarto de papel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hããã!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Os pais delas sempre diziam: - Princesinha, vai tomar banho! - Mas já fazia 400 dias que ela não tomava banho...Desde que ela tinha zero anos.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Então deduz-se que ela tinha pouco mais de 1 ano !!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;No aniversário dela, a decoração foi de sujeira&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Não seria do Cascão)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, mas só um amigo foi na festa - um porquinho&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;(O Chuvinista)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Então a princesinha ficou muito triste, pois era muito chato não ter amigos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aí ela decidiu tomar banho e ficou bem cheirosa !"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S7_YNc9-x_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/7xExzVk6CbY/s1600/Princesinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S7_YNc9-x_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/7xExzVk6CbY/s200/Princesinha.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;FIM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Haja criatividade !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fiquem em paz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041219330852923455-1761700622959601179?l=iedalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1761700622959601179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/banhos-divertidos-princesa-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1761700622959601179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041219330852923455/posts/default/1761700622959601179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iedalandia.blogspot.com/2010/04/banhos-divertidos-princesa-que-nao.html' title='Banhos Divertidos: A princesa que não tomava banho'/><author><name>Ieda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627434394094819892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/SdQRKRt9MtI/AAAAAAAAABE/um6VEaedtkk/S220/SANY0595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQje9CWKI9E/S7_YNc9-x_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/7xExzVk6CbY/s72-c/Princesinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
