Odds and others in bulk.
First, I had tagged Kaki ago So here a few days ... pieces of me
My top 10 summer, it's called.
My photo of the moment :
We have seen some strange things growing in the lawn (well, lawn, a big word ...) from compost. Cucurbitaceae, certainly.
it could have been melons, pumpkins, 4 or 5 different varieties of zucchini from previous plantings elsewhere. We'd bet on pumpkins ... the size of flowers, plants gigantism (fifteen meters) that run along the terrace (note, it looks pretty!)
Nay, hay any computation: this year they are pumpkins that we eat up the indigestion! Note
is good too, the pumpkin ... ( you have noticed in passing by the lovely alliteration "on" !)
My Location:
in the garden under an arbor in the shadow of natural forsythia. .. I love to take a nap ... even when the neighbors brats romping noisily in their Olympic pool-they-have-been-three-years-to-dig!
My song (-ball) in the summer
Here I dry ... because since our return from camping, I have a first (and heady, the one that you glue the neurons to no longer sleep)
The little man foam I'm nice I'll spare you video, but if you really want to rediscover the monument of French chanson, the summit of the chauvinistic beaufitude rampant in high places of conviviality that night are campsites with swimming pool and entertainment *** ( elsewhere if I have time and courage I can make you a short story of our adventures campinguesques, evenings and karaoke-JoséShow and his orchestra and dancers, it's blogable I swear!) Dailymotion is your friend!
So, I told you, my song of summer 2010 is the little man made of foam, a multitalented artist (with grandiose political ambitions recently ... no comment!)
My book ( -ball) in the summer
William Faulkner , noise and fury.
it was time that I wanted to read something from him and he'll have all summer to come to the end ( good at the same time I read a lot of other stuff interspersed! )
Fortunately there is, as a preamble, a long study of text written by his translator, anyway. Is constantly changing perspective of the narrator, place and time. Go and find ty with that! We must bear away, in fact (anyway if you try you cannot swim either, so save your strength to follow the thread a bit!)
If you like puzzles of 2000 pieces without model, if you love the atmosphere at the Steinbeck, that book is for you. Not
but otherwise it is not bad, eh ... I'm half anyway!
My magazine
Uh ... House magazine I read at my mother (when the last Here is squatted by my sister or my son!)
My sport
I do not mind doing a little stretching to occasionally. Even a chouillat yoga (yes, yoga is a sport!)
My cosmetic
While there, you talk to me! Was entitled to only one or anything can be said? I replaced one addiction with compulsive creams daughter purchased by a compulsive addiction to "I'm all alone my daughter creams. So, what are the raw raw squat all the fridge door and 1 / 2 radius, a shelf full of laundry, 2 blocks from the closet bathroom and other small hideouts that I not reveal here, soft bed and I will feel a just invaded! Day cream / night cream of nyeux, hair, body, feet, legs Special (menthol!), Special love handles etc! all I want, poof, I do. Oh hey, just released N *** a balm, nail ... I'll make a balm, nail me too ... But what's the point, a nail balm?! I told you it was the compulsive, eh!
And I store in the refrigerator in a pot of yoghurt recycled. And often I forget to put labels ( well yes what, that is I who am using the fridge in this house! ) and sometimes I hear the screams when accidentally plunged a spoon into a pot unidentified!
And mineral makeup, powder, that you pass with a soft brush kabuki veeeeeery ...
I will develop this side grub later ....
My Drink Water. Water. Water.
But I do not mind sharing a Trappist beer with my sweet (I drink it, I dip in his lip glass shade!)
My favorite food:
Sauerkraut. I eat on the skull so I like a leper ( I know, the metaphor is fairly elegant but that's it! )
My worst childhood memory
L Child's going until what age? I was 8 years old when the country in which I lived recently came under dictatorship after the coup. It's hard, a military dictatorship, when you do not understand what happens when you do not understand why the parents of your friends disappear into the night never to reappear ... when you discover the denouncement and arbitrary, when gradually rooted in you life and an irrational fear of the military dress (and its corollaries)
tag that I want. But as I see no rush, you make mine look even something in your handbag (no no, I'm no fool!) I pass the hot potato to Manderley.
I pass fender well BUT WHEN SHE WANTS IT DONE HIS BLOG, HEIN?!
Tanet, Co and Mab if her grandchildren leave him a little time, Delphine ...
recipe it'll be tomorrow ... every day at a time (your own, read me!)
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