Tuesday, December 21, 2010

How Can I Delete My Jibjab Account



Taste of Christmas is different for each person that relishes. Can be a festival sweet, sour or acidic.

As can also sometimes be the grapes!

The picture below is what I did, in late October, a lamp, in clusters, hanging from the roof of the Casa Rural Calatañazor (Soria).

lamp Calatañazor Rural House (Soria)

As you can see the whole clump together a bunch of glass grapes, different colors and brightness.

I found a beautiful and evocative piece, without much material value, but with great visual beauty and decorative. However I want to symbolize their sparkle Today the opposite of what the lights mean that jingle at this time over our heads, making guiñitos urging us to consume and wild spending, most of the time, so inadequate and selfish.

lighting a street in downtown Madrid
Each of the grapes of my photography has, within itself, the Best wishes to all, but also contain several messages, which expose only two, for anyone who wants to can freely imagine the rest of the letters that should involve those round crystals, almost magical:

The first message is that we must be aware that good intentions are not sincere, if not extended for 365 days a year.

And second, that the good intentions are useless if not accompanied of good works.

We must remember that in the world today, there are many people who do not have anyone to wish them Merry Christmas, make them laugh or offering them their shoulder, just to wipe away his tears, or a plate of food to satisfy hunger and / or your family, or a glass of water obtained directly from the tap to drink it without having previously brought in a jar on her head supported , through miles and miles of ground cracked by drought.

Drought Control in the Third World - Internet Image


Unfortunately there are millions of people who spend hunger and thirst, which they have no medicines and no access to education. Poor people have nothing.

Others have their basic needs met, but still seriously ill. His disease is called "Solitude."

For the elderly this evil is added to the infirmities of age. Funny how seem to be the best of their physical pain when they feel cared for and above all love.

Soledad - Internet Image

desolate There are also people because of wars, earthquakes of the hurricanes, floods, droughts. All types of disasters are fattened, usually in the most humble of the world.

And women, children and also men (if any exist, although some @ s think not), suffering from ill-treatment and discriminatory situations and / or vexatious of various kinds.

Image Internet

In short: there are great tragedies of mankind, be it natural or what is certain is that hundreds have adverse and painful situations. There are so many that I would not have enough space on this blog to describe them.

Christmas What awaits these people are in such critical state?

celebrity when the hold, or be named as call, according to their beliefs, they do not enjoy Christmas, at least not from what we know and practice in countries "civilized."

Christmas - Night of the poor (Internet picture)

Nor can we forget our animal friends. Specifically, at this time, the company that now pets are cahorritos and pay dearly, cuddles and games that will give his first Christmas because they will never hold a second, since thanks to the irresponsible consumption of those who think that an animal is a toy, within a few weeks a lot of dogs, cats and other species, though to a lesser extent-be abandoned at any road, hanging on a branch a tree, or suffocated in plastic bags then will go to a forest or directly to any dumpster.


Image Internet


's OK to seek situations that provide welfare, within limits, but from there to get them to commit a crime against a living being is an unacceptable gap. There are chilling images in the network, not public to not offend the sensibilities of readers, but few words to the wise is sufficient.



Image Internet

Apart from the monstrosity that was saying, I think in any case the mood of Christmas gives us (not always because, as I said earlier, for many people these days are bittersweet and other amargamante even painful) also should be reflected in our faces in the August, for example, or better yet, any day, any month of each year, through solidarity and sharing company, not being stingy when it comes to say "I love you", although not with words, sharing a little of what we on whom nothing is, being aware that we must preserve nature and animals are living beings who deserve our respect.

Sharing - Internet Image

That is the true meaning of Christmas and not of the pagan festival to which we signed up almost everyone from the believers, "the most hits," from all different branches of Christianity (Catholic, Protestant, Orthodox, with all its variants) to the absolute atheists, and even some who call themselves practitioners of other religious rites.

Because it is quite true that for fun, we are almost always willing, the same gives us celebrate Christmas, Halloween, Easter or that Chinese New Year ...

We aim to provide everything that a selfish pleasure and fast, but short-lived, without realizing that sometimes can be much happier giving than receiving.

Image Internet

suppose many remember that anonymous proverb that says:

"The work does not come, because I'm lame, but I'm going to the pub bit by bit."


I leave a very nice song of the late Luis Aguilé (in this video accompanied by Raphael) entitled "Come to my house this Christmas."


Come to my house this Christmas (Luis Aguilar and Raphael)

But anyway, I'm not the one to embitter existence to anyone, except you, reader of this humble blog young, who appreciate and want, so I apologize if I have saddened and




Alicia

Thursday, December 16, 2010

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THE BLOG OF "STORIES OF METRO" I'm watching PAPA

Lo que pongo a continuación es un post de un blog vecino que se llama HISTORIAS DEL METRO.  Hoy en Misa el sacerdote decía que a una madre embarazada le cambia la cara, porque resplandece al ser instrumento de Dios para dar vida... en este testimonio se puede apreciar ese resplandor.


Llegué a mi Centro de Salud expectante.  
Me atendió mi doctora de Medicina General.  
“¿Qué te pasa?”.  
“Pues I'm pregnant. "
"Ah, you are not ill, very well."
Dr. began to fill a form with my data. Apparently, for the midwife. "Is it wanted?" He asked.
"Of course. Is not that a child always wanted? "I replied.
"No, trust," he said, speaking colloquially, as is done here in Asturias. And he smiled (probably located in a galaxy parallel).
gave me some papers and sent me to the midwife. While waiting my turn, I began to read. There, next to my name, was my "diagnosis", "unwanted pregnancy."
how many times I thought the form would "Unwanted Pregnancy."
If a pregnancy is actually a little baby developing in the womb, which could also write is "beautiful baby, blond guy, gentle and loving, junk." Or what is the same, but shorter and aseptic "Unwanted child." "Persona non grata" in the body of mother.
assimilate I wonder how your parents do not love you, you come wrong at the time because there is no time for you because your mother can not take on a responsibility like you ... I wonder how much pain you can reach suffer when one is not wanted in the more intimate and more unfortunate that you can have: your own family. I imagine some emotional damage bill would last a lifetime. I've seen people with less traumatic situations, be unable to lead a normal life, only by his lack of affection.
After a few minutes, I could go with the midwife. Being "wanted pregnancy", there were big questions.
"Is it your first?"
"No, the second."
"Ah, well, then you know what this is" ...
(only relatively, I thought. I feel so first-time as two years ago.)
"Should I take folic acid, right?" I asked.
"That had to have done so when planning your pregnancy, life, six or four months."
"I do not plan my pregnancies," replied a voice from beyond the grave. Was still a brutal dose of reality. I just need to say "My children are a gift from God, matronly lady." Maybe I was a coward. Maybe I did not force her to have to take a painkiller with such claim.
many people plan to have children and fails. Infuse life is not in our hands, despite appearances. Always respect all views, especially as far as children are concerned. But at the same time always struck me who plans to have a child, just after the plasma TV, the house decorated in a minimalist style and have been around the world. "And now what remains? Ah, having a child. "
Good for them. I prefer the charming chaos of having a family in distress, without much furniture, albeit with a lot of nerves "economic", but left in the hands of God. Many think that "this is going." And maybe they're right. Perhaps, it certainly was not the best time ... But I think, ultimately, will award. In any case, we are delighted with this new gift given to us.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Who Knows How To Get Friends On Poptropica

First Christmas Reflections poem dedicated to my nephew


My nephew Alonso was born in California on August 24 (25 in Spain), just the day they met ten years of the death of my grandmother, the matriarchal link, strong and loving, always learned to stick together, all members of my family.

That morning, I wrote a little poem for our baby, whom I'm sure my llalla protected from the other side of the rainbow. And though I quote it, I know your heart was with me when I wrote.

Alonso has made in my life the greatest encouragement I've had in many years. It has given hope to all those who love him and I think even our longed absent one day had to leave without knowing, are celebrating up there and watching, as guardian angels, your child.

Therefore, although this poem is for Alonso, I dedicate it to all.

Yes, ALL!, Especially to them ... that gave the heat to be made stronger ...

All and all ... THANKS!


(Note: I write consciously "llalla" and not "Granny" by family tradition)

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Regalito of Love




I want to tell the whole world,
now what my heart feels;
without But my inner struggle not superior,
because my soul is at stake with my mind.

My head produces precious contents
and meanwhile, my selfish heart wants
within, in the depths retained sheltered
of all sections of sight ...

And so today, I feel again divided
because, first, I describe my joy, cheerfully,
but otherwise, I am determined
to tell you, my sweet child,
only.

soon When I see you in your crib,
carefully go near whisper
and while your little hand caresses my cheek,
'll tell you about how I love you ...
and how much I love you .. .


Alicia 08/25/2010 ©









Thursday, December 9, 2010

Secret Place On Pokemon Deluge



(between this poem and the photo attached have passed 37 years. But I decided to put together because I think they complement each other and also because my thoughts in this direction have not changed over time)


I do not want to be
as leaf fall
in the fall .. .

The everyone
steps to walk ...

The yellow already,
dries, it dies,
loses its smoothness,
and falls at the end. ..

feel anger,
to see all
one after the other,
the trashed no more ...

heard as crackles,
to be crushed;
she is finished,
reached its end!

look from above
leaves still green,
joyful and happy
of his youth .. .

The poor do not know
that, maybe tomorrow,
fall hopelessly
in old age ...
Alicia - Fall 1973




Fallen leaves on the way to Canyon del Rio Lobos (Soria)
October 2010

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Would You Survive Depression Quiz



definitely thinking! and Act!