We finally made our first magazine of recipes and made music. This is version browsable:
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Ars Rash Comes And Goes
FM - Food and Music: the first collection of cooks for Case
We finally made our first magazine of recipes and made music. This is version browsable:
We finally made our first magazine of recipes and made music. This is version browsable:
Friday, March 11, 2011
Connecting Wireless Projector To Windows Vista
Codename: "Mom" Dear
Mission parent. May God have mercy on me.
When you're a woman, young, with fresh eggs fresh every month and so on ... Imagine how it would stramegastupendo have a child. It is. Everyone will tell you that it is. But with the bunch who tell you what will be difficult, of course, the Mammine experts tell of how hard it is to the top : the night feeds, stomach pains at night, the first tooth, early disease, early and ongoing "NO" and diapers that seem to chemical weapons. All that talk about the physical challenges of being a parent, always repeat that word "at the beginning .." , but rarely hear about the emotional difficulties. The maximum you can hear is that the smile of your child makes you strong, happy and makes you face any sacrifice. Very true. Your son is half-destroyed house, you are furious fails, he looks at you and smiles like an idiot and you look at it, the facial expression softens and say: "My child, I know you did it on purpose! But do not do more eh !?!". Did the great
fucked and you're well happy!
Back to the magic word. Over 10 years, I realize that when they told me Mammine care "on top" I was taking the piss. There is not an end but a succession of early and non-stop opportunity to catch his breath.
I state, I became mother at age 17. Ergo my difficulties were slightly amplified. However my son is alive, well .... too bad I did not go.
Brief description of my little angel: pedantic little unconventional, rowdy, anti open supporter of the revolutionary group teacher, always holding the last word, daily requesting toys, bottomless well of crazy ideas. Sweet, poet (the last poem of Christmas has made me cry a room full of people), protective, funny and always smiling, intelligent.
A normal child would say ... Why
this post. These days I got to thinking again about what parenting is hard and the fact that a child has always constantly needs his mother.
The sleepless nights do not end ... baby and you do not sleep, and boy you do not sleep, teenager and you do not sleep.
cause pollen allergies from March to October is hell. Runny and stuffy nose, cough, swollen eyes, itching. Therefore, antihistamine and nasal spray. Ventolin for attacks stronger. The airways are obstructed ducts that are connected to the ear nose and throat did not clean up properly, ergo ear infection. Antibiotic aerosol morning and evening. He is crying and not sleeping, I spend the night awake and keep him warm the ear.
Are you tired, not sleeping and you stare. A caress and think, 'My God how I love him! "
cries, complains, do not fa dormire a volte si comporta pure da stronzetto...ma tu lo ami. Sempre. Lui lo sa e sei fregata!
Non esiste mestiere più difficile della madre ma ti rende sempre felice. La paga è fatta di baci, sorrisi e ti voglio bene mamma. Alla fine le notti in bianco non sono poi così brutte, stai sveglia e rifletti.... 
Mission parent. May God have mercy on me.
When you're a woman, young, with fresh eggs fresh every month and so on ... Imagine how it would stramegastupendo have a child. It is. Everyone will tell you that it is. But with the bunch who tell you what will be difficult, of course, the Mammine experts tell of how hard it is to the top : the night feeds, stomach pains at night, the first tooth, early disease, early and ongoing "NO" and diapers that seem to chemical weapons. All that talk about the physical challenges of being a parent, always repeat that word "at the beginning .." , but rarely hear about the emotional difficulties. The maximum you can hear is that the smile of your child makes you strong, happy and makes you face any sacrifice. Very true. Your son is half-destroyed house, you are furious fails, he looks at you and smiles like an idiot and you look at it, the facial expression softens and say: "My child, I know you did it on purpose! But do not do more eh !?!". Did the great
fucked and you're well happy!
Back to the magic word. Over 10 years, I realize that when they told me Mammine care "on top" I was taking the piss. There is not an end but a succession of early and non-stop opportunity to catch his breath.
I state, I became mother at age 17. Ergo my difficulties were slightly amplified. However my son is alive, well .... too bad I did not go.
Brief description of my little angel: pedantic little unconventional, rowdy, anti open supporter of the revolutionary group teacher, always holding the last word, daily requesting toys, bottomless well of crazy ideas. Sweet, poet (the last poem of Christmas has made me cry a room full of people), protective, funny and always smiling, intelligent.
A normal child would say ... Why
this post. These days I got to thinking again about what parenting is hard and the fact that a child has always constantly needs his mother.
The sleepless nights do not end ... baby and you do not sleep, and boy you do not sleep, teenager and you do not sleep.
cause pollen allergies from March to October is hell. Runny and stuffy nose, cough, swollen eyes, itching. Therefore, antihistamine and nasal spray. Ventolin for attacks stronger. The airways are obstructed ducts that are connected to the ear nose and throat did not clean up properly, ergo ear infection. Antibiotic aerosol morning and evening. He is crying and not sleeping, I spend the night awake and keep him warm the ear.
Are you tired, not sleeping and you stare. A caress and think, 'My God how I love him! "
cries, complains, do not fa dormire a volte si comporta pure da stronzetto...ma tu lo ami. Sempre. Lui lo sa e sei fregata!
Non esiste mestiere più difficile della madre ma ti rende sempre felice. La paga è fatta di baci, sorrisi e ti voglio bene mamma. Alla fine le notti in bianco non sono poi così brutte, stai sveglia e rifletti....
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