<?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-162094738969587799</id><updated>2012-02-05T19:48:50.767-07:00</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='fotografia'/><category term='casa'/><category term='verão'/><category term='projetos'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='visita da familia'/><category term='comidinhas'/><category term='english'/><category term='feriado'/><category term='viagem'/><category term='random'/><category term='titios'/><category term='livros'/><category term='reflexao'/><category term='beleza'/><category term='celebracoes'/><category term='BYU'/><category term='passeio'/><category term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>OS LUNAS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5165666182783874827</id><published>2012-02-05T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T19:48:50.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>So... On a regular week I would not be here right now, writing to you, mostly because I've just had the most exhaustive week of my LIFE (well, at least of this year), but as I must have weekly updates on my blog for my class, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been applying for several internships, which have been making me feel busier that I already am. Plus, this weekend we finally "moved." Even though we're officially moved, we still have to finish cleaning up the other place and move the flower pots. Honestly? I'm feeling so tired I wish I could just leave the other place the way it is. My new place is a mess of boxes, and the wires are not connected yet (which means no TV, computer, etc.). Just for you to have an idea, I'm writing right now from my work's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things do not suck THAT much right now. The new place is the cutest thing ever (pics coming soon), and I am the happiest girl ever to see it (kind of) coming together. A new, better place to call home. Now, that's always exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;Numa semana normal eu nao estaria aqui, agora, escrevendo para voce, principalmente porque eu acabei de ter a semana mais cansativa da minha VIDA (bom, desse ano com certeza), mas como eu tenho que atualizar o meu blog semanalmente para uma aula, aqui vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou aplicando para varios estagios, o que me tem feito sentir mais ocupada do que realmente sou. Alem disso, neste final de semana nos finalmente "nos mudamos". Apesar de termos oficialmente nos mudado, ainda temos que limpar o outro ape, alem de mudar os vasos de flor. Sinceramente? Eu estou tao cansada que a minha vontade eh de deixar tudo la, do jeito que esta. A minha nova casa esta uma bagunca de caixas, e ainda nao conectamos todos os fios (o que significa que ainda nao temos TV, computador, etc.). Soh pra voce ter uma ideia, eu estou escrevendo agora do computador do meu servico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as coisas nao andam TAO ruim assim. A nova casa eh a coisa mais fofa do mundo (fotos em breve), e eu sou a guria mais feliz do mundo de ver as coisas (meio que) achando o seu lugar. Um novo e melhor lugar para chamar de lar. Agora, isso sim eh legal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5165666182783874827?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5165666182783874827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5165666182783874827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5165666182783874827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5165666182783874827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2012/02/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-444769071264357392</id><published>2012-01-28T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:26:32.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>My sister's graduation</title><content type='html'>My sister graduated this last week. The world got a new elementary school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say how proud I am of her?&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/-cUeBuQKrzyo/TyRgVfLaalI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7-U4EBnou2I/s1600/formatura+marina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUeBuQKrzyo/TyRgVfLaalI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7-U4EBnou2I/s640/formatura+marina.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My parents with my sister at her graduation, back in Brazil.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Now, before you can &amp;nbsp;understand how proud I am of her, you have to understand how it is like to go to an university in Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, most people have to work while going to school, since it is pretty darn expensive. No big deal, we all do that here in the U.S.&amp;nbsp;However, there are no student jobs there, no grants from the government, no scholarships. You have to work, and it has to be full-time (Part-time jobs in Brazil are 6 hours minimum, which is almost a full-time job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for most of those last 3-4 years, my sister woke up at 5 a.m. to get ready to work, got a bus at 6:30 a.m., went to work, left work around 5:30 p.m., rode a bus to school, got out of school around 10:30 p.m., rode a bus back home, got at home around 11:30 p.m, and then studied until 2:00 a.m. or so, just to go to bed for a couple of hours and do everything all over again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this kind of routine is not uncommon in Brazil. Most college kids do that. Thankfully, my sister has amazing parents who drove her to work many times and supported her while she was doing unpaid internships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you can REALLY understand how proud I am of her, I have to tell you that she did it all with only 20% of her sight.&amp;nbsp;I usually don't talk about private issues in my blog, and since my sister doesn't go around saying that she is losing her sight, I try to not do the same. But for you to understand how amazing she is, you have to know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was 12, the doctors found out she has a degenerative disease in the retina of both her eyes. There's nothing that can be done, no surgery, nothing, nothing, nothing. So I have been watching my sister go blind for the last 10 years. This whole thing really breaks my heart, though I am thankful she has 20% of her sight, since the doctors said she would be blind by the time she reached adulthood (she's now 22, turning 23 in two months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rode the bus, worked, studied, did EVERYTHING with only 20% of her sight.&amp;nbsp;And she graduated as one of the first in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she had some good helpers on her way. As she was never able to see what the teachers were writing on the blackboard, she had to copy her friends' notes after class. Also, as she sometimes was not able to read her books, my amazing mother spent nights and nights reading the books to her. As she can't drive, my father gave a car to my mother, just so she could drive my sister up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got some good help, but, man alive, that girl is a fighter--and I am so, so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone deserves that diploma, that someone is her. Believe me, the world just got the best teacher ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Marina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-444769071264357392?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/444769071264357392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=444769071264357392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/444769071264357392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/444769071264357392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sisters-graduation.html' title='My sister&apos;s graduation'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUeBuQKrzyo/TyRgVfLaalI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7-U4EBnou2I/s72-c/formatura+marina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1353181670367195042</id><published>2012-01-22T15:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:22:54.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Moo7fy0H_aY/TxyHoTJ8naI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Cfceg2771jY/s1600/DSC_0022-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;After long, dry weeks of winter, there's finally snow on the ground.&amp;nbsp;I may hate the cold weather, but man alive, it is beautiful outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;No denying the weather is changing. Even though there was a lot of wet snow on the ground last night, now it's all melting as the weather is becoming warmer. Can I just say how much I love this warm winter? I haven't even gotten sick once this season! It's gotta be some sort of record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Depois de longas semanas de inverno, finalmente tem neve no chao. Eu posso odiar o frio, mas nossa, o tempo esta lindo la fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Nao ha duvidas de que o tempo esta mudando. Apesar de ter caido muita neve ontem a noite, agora ela esta toda derretendo. Eu estou amando esse inverno mais quentinho. Acredite se quiser, nao fiquei doente sequer uma vez neste inverno! Acho que quebrei o meu proprio recorde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Moo7fy0H_aY/TxyHoTJ8naI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Cfceg2771jY/s640/DSC_0022-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiAv4bZdG8A/TxyHo0SA_LI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vAGmdxSySF4/s1600/DSC_0023-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiAv4bZdG8A/TxyHo0SA_LI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vAGmdxSySF4/s400/DSC_0023-2.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1353181670367195042?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/1353181670367195042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=1353181670367195042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1353181670367195042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1353181670367195042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Moo7fy0H_aY/TxyHoTJ8naI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Cfceg2771jY/s72-c/DSC_0022-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4038615511396066518</id><published>2012-01-12T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:29:55.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Wake up call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.ddmcdn.com/gif/recycled-newspaper-crafts-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://static.ddmcdn.com/gif/recycled-newspaper-crafts-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we need something really big to shake us up from our numbness. We need something to pop our little, safe bubble. We need a big wake up call to remind us that the real world is still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wake up call this week. The blow was this morning, at 11a.m. sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a meeting from the Communications Department at BYU. I was expecting a boring discussion on how the Daily Universe, the university's paper and my current employer, was going to write stories, stay conventional, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, once I got there, Prof. Susan Walton said the Daily Universe will now be a media first newspaper, with most of its content online and with a weekly publication--possibly a magazine or tabloid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that's the best and most logical step the newspaper can take right now. The students will have a better education and, let's face it, no one likes to read conventional newspapers anymore (which is really, REALLY sad). &amp;nbsp;I'm not going to say this news was unexpected, or that it was my wake up call. No, definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wake up call was to find out the full-time staff will be laid off. My tutors, my co-workers, my dear friends. They will all be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of it brings tears to my eyes. It's almost impossible to think of the Daily Universe without those amazing people working with us, lazy students, day-by-day, explaining what is real journalism, helping us to understand concepts, teaching us about the passion and integrity that comes with this tough profession. The Daily Universe is a family, and they will not be part of it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this is happening everywhere. Amazing writers are losing their jobs at newspapers everyday. Companies are merging, other are losing revenue, most of them are cutting their budgets low. I know that. I've always known that. But when it happens to people around you, in the newspaper YOU work at, and you put a face on those who are becoming jobless... Man, it sure becomes real, and it does wake you up to the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people ask me whether they should become a journalist. How does the profession work? What should they expect? Do I enjoy studying journalism? Usually I just tell them it is a profession that requires a lot of work, but that if you love writing, you're going in the right direction. But let's play real here. I'll now give you my real opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, journalism is for those who LOVE it. It is a low-paid profession that requires you to work for long hours. If you're the kind of person who likes to clock in at 8 a.m. and clock out at 5 p.m., this is not for you, because news happen all the time--including in the middle of the night and on weekends--and you have to be there for them. Always.&amp;nbsp;Also, the competition is extremely high, so you have to keep yourself up-to-date with the news and new writing trends. Plus, technical knowledge (HTML, InDesign, etc.) doesn't hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the most important thing journalists must have is thick skin. You hear a lot of "no's" and tons of bribes. You have to know to live through though day without crying and breaking down, otherwise you're not going to make it. Integrity and ethic are also extremely important if you want to be a real journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still think it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough, but it's the profession I've chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, baby. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4038615511396066518?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4038615511396066518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4038615511396066518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4038615511396066518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4038615511396066518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2012/01/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up call'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-7812525781731411490</id><published>2012-01-11T12:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:32:54.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projetos'/><title type='text'>Moving on... Oh, moving on!</title><content type='html'>As I've mentioned in the previous post, we're moving soon to a better place. YAY! But with the excitement of moving comes the packing, organizing, decluttering... It's a nightmare! We're still 25 days away from the moving day (yes, I'm doing the contdown), but we've already started packing because, well, we own a lot of stuff. Seriously, A LOT. Besides, Rob hates moving, so we're trying to make the whole process a lot smoother. No last minute packing. No excuses!&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como eu ja mencionei num post anterior, nos estamos de mudanca para um lugar melhor. UHU! Mas com toda a animacao da mudanca vem o empacotamento, organizacao, limpeza... Eh um pesadelo! Nos ainda estamos a 25 dias de distancia do dia da mudanca (sim, eu estou contando), mas ja comecamos a empacotar porque a gente tem muita coisa. Tipo, MUITA. O Rob tambem odeia mudanca, entao estamos tentando tornar o processo menos dolorido. Nada de empacotar de ultimo minuto, e nada de desculpas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, this is the post-apocalyptic state of my living room:&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por isso, no momento, esse eh o estado apocaliptico da nossa sala:&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/-wFzI94mJmJ4/Tw3Xf5QBLUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/rZr_t3CsbM8/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFzI94mJmJ4/Tw3Xf5QBLUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/rZr_t3CsbM8/s640/DSC_0013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vBnhovuPb50/Tw3XgYnrG0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZgLG31AXRN4/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vBnhovuPb50/Tw3XgYnrG0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZgLG31AXRN4/s640/DSC_0014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozy, huh? &amp;nbsp;It may look like we're way advanced in the process of packing, but, believe me, we're not. The white boxes contain only the bookshelf's stuff, plus some glasses and plates. The brown boxes have some comforters, towels, and bed sheets we're not using right now. We still have much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually super clean and organized, so it's killing me to see my house in this state of war. No visits until February! And let me tell you a dirty little secret: the messier your house is, the less you want to clean. So the chaos is spreading like a virus to the other rooms as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A positive aspect of moving is that we get to declutter. We are not huge clutters, because we believe that if there's no space in the house for the object, or if we're not using it, then we don't need it. So right now we're selling a bunch of stuff we don't need or will not need in the new house (or, of course, we just want to sell it because we're super excited with the idea of redecorating! :D). We're selling a phone, longboard, futon, AC... Hey, if you want to buy it, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aconchegante, neh? Pode ate parecer que ja fizemos muito, mas acredite, nao fizemos nada. As caixas brancas soh tem as coisas da estante, mais alguns copos e pratos. As caixas marrom tem edredons, toalhas, e lencois que nao estamos usando agora. Ainda tem muita coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Geralmente, eu sou super limpa e organizada, por isso esta me matando ver a casa nesse estado de guerra. Nada de visitas ate fevereiro! E deixa eu te contar um segredinho: quanto mais bagucanda a sua casa esta, menos voce quer limpar. Por isso, o caos esta se espalhando para os outros comodos tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O lado bom da mudanca eh que voce tem com fazer aquela limpeza geral. Nos nao somos de juntar tralhas porque acreditamos que, se nao tem espaco na casa para um certo objeto, ou se nao estamos usando-o, eh porque nao precisamos dele. Por isso, no momento, estamos vendendo milhares de coisas que nao precisamos ou nao iremos precisar na casa nova (ou, claro, nos soh queremos vender porque estamos animados com a ideia de redecorar! :D). Estamos vendendo telefone, longboard, futon, ar condicionado... Se quiser comprar, me avise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, no one is perfect. Here's my dark side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas como nem tudo eh perfeito, aqui esta o meu lado negro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu6_mz0OxIw/Tw3c8wP2jmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/0B_5-jbAxV0/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu6_mz0OxIw/Tw3c8wP2jmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/0B_5-jbAxV0/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_YYtgZsERA/Tw3c9380_xI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YY28CvKX65c/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_YYtgZsERA/Tw3c9380_xI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YY28CvKX65c/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Yes, I clutter books and magazines. My bedside table is the synonym of chaos, and one of my closet drawers is filled with journals, scrapbooks, school papers, scarves... I bet I can even find a dog lost in there. &amp;nbsp;I'm not super excited to declutter THAT, but I think it'll be a great opportunity to clean the mess and figure a system to keep this kind of stuff organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tips?&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sim, eu junto livros e revistas. A minha mesa de cabeceira eh sinonimo de caos, e uma gaveta do meu closet esta cheia de diarios, scrapbooks, papeis da escola, cachecois... Eu aposto que dah ateh pra achar um cachorro perdido la dentro. Eu nao estou super animada para organizar essas coisas, mas acho que essa eh uma excelente oportunidade de limpar a bagunca e descobrir um sistema para manter essa bagunca toda organizada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alguma dica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-7812525781731411490?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/7812525781731411490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=7812525781731411490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7812525781731411490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7812525781731411490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2012/01/moving-on-oh-moving-on.html' title='Moving on... Oh, moving on!'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFzI94mJmJ4/Tw3Xf5QBLUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/rZr_t3CsbM8/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5273664207577980477</id><published>2012-01-08T22:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:22:42.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>My first post... In English!</title><content type='html'>*disclaimer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear people who read this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I usually write in Portuguese because that is the way I've found to keep in touch with my wonderful friends and family in Brazil. However, I'll have to keep a blog for one of my classes (and probably a blog in Portuguese just doesn't count). Rob, my dear husband, said that I should just translate the one I have. A suggestion that has been well-noted! I've been wanting to keep a blog in English anyway, so here's a new version of my already existent blog. We shall see what will happen after this semester is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so here is a translation of the previous post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals for this year was to write daily in my journal. Today was the first time I wrote in my journal. No, today is not the first day of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I'm still in a New Year mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has started as one of the best of my life. I'll graduate soon, and I have a new job, a job offer for after I graduate, a new apartment (more on that later...), besides tons of health, love, family, and happiness. I have all the cliche stuff people usually wish to each other during this time of the year--and I have it all on the first week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many wonderful things happening in my life right now that I just can't avoid kneeling and thanking the Lord for everything I have achieved so far. My health, my body, my life. I'm thankful to God for the wonderful life I have, and for always having everything I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the temple to "serve" and pay back some of the good things that have been happening in my life. I was hoping to do some good and get even, but, on the hours I spent there, I only learned even more. In the end, I understood I can't just "pay back," not even one percent, all the blessings I've been receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, I'll start this year with a spirit of gratitude. I suggest you to do the same. Think about everything that awaits for you, all the wonderful things that has been reserved to you, and thank the Lord for the blessings that you have received and will receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewmorrill.com/photos/large/ProvoTempleFountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; color: #2b3744; display: inline !important; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://www.andrewmorrill.com/photos/large/ProvoTempleFountain.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-width: initial; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; position: relative;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Who had the idea of slicing time into pieces,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;which were given the name of year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;was a genius person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Industrialized hope, pushing it to the limits of its exhaustiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Twelve months are enough for any human being to get tired and give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Then comes the miracle of renovation and all stars once again. We pick up another number, wishing that from now on everything will be different."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6325491130361935907" style="background-color: white; position: relative; width: 630px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5273664207577980477?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5273664207577980477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5273664207577980477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5273664207577980477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5273664207577980477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-post-in-english.html' title='My first post... In English!'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-6325491130361935907</id><published>2012-01-08T20:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:06:19.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><title type='text'>Ano novo, vida nova, post novo</title><content type='html'>Eu tinha feito a meta de escrever no meu diario todos os dias nesse ano. Hoje foi o primeiro dia que escrevi no diario. Nao, hoje nao eh o primeiro dia do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda no espirito de comeco de ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este comecou como um dos melhores anos da minha vida. Irei me formar, tenho um emprego novo, uma oferta de emprego para depois que me formar, um apartamento novo (mais sobre isso num proximo post...), alem de muita saude, amor, familia, e felicidade. Tenho tudo de cliche que as pessoas desejam as outras numa virada de ano, e tudo logo na primeira semana de 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sao tantas as coisas maravilhosas que estao acontecendo na minha vida que nao posso deixar de ajoelhar e agradecer aquele que me deu tudo o que tenho hoje. A minha saude, o meu corpo, a minha vida. Sou grata a Deus pela vida maravilhosa que tenho, e por nada nunca ter faltado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu fui para o &lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/"&gt;templo&lt;/a&gt;, "servir" para pagar um pouco de volta todas as coisas boas que tem acontecido na minha vida, e mesmo assim ainda aprendi e me senti melhor por ter ido. No final, compreendi que nunca poderei pagar de volta, nem mesmo um milesimo, todas essas bencaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, comeco esse ano com um espirito de gratidao, e sugiro a voces que ponderem sobre aquilo que os espera neste ano, sobre tudo aquilo de fantastico que esta reservado para voces, e agradecam ao Senhor pelo que receberam e receberao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewmorrill.com/photos/large/ProvoTempleFountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://www.andrewmorrill.com/photos/large/ProvoTempleFountain.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quem teve a idéia de cortar o tempo em fatias,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-style: italic;"&gt;a que se deu o nome de ano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-style: italic;"&gt;foi um indivíduo genial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-style: italic;"&gt;Industrializou a esperança, fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-style: italic;"&gt;Doze meses dão para qualquer ser humano se cansar e entregar os pontos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aí entra o milagre da renovação e tudo começa outra vez, com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar que daqui pra diante vai ser diferente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&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/162094738969587799-6325491130361935907?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/6325491130361935907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=6325491130361935907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6325491130361935907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6325491130361935907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2012/01/ano-novo-vida-nova-post-novo.html' title='Ano novo, vida nova, post novo'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-729262290984190266</id><published>2011-12-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:57:58.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Meus presentes de natal</title><content type='html'>Neste ano, milhares de pessoas ja vieram me perguntar se ja terminei as compras de natal. Todo mundo parece estar preocupadissimo com o que vai dar ou ganhar. Sim, ganhei presentes da minha mae, marido, etc... Mas neste momento, gostaria de mencionar alguns dos presentes que ganhei durante o ano. Acho que eles sao muito mais importantes dos que vieram dentro de uma caixinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui estao os meus verdadeiros presentes de natal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O meu marido, que me faz rir todos os dias. Nao podia ter escolhido alguem melhor pra se casar comigo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys9tnO-7rVo/TvY6N7L4bbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8YMLJaGKyY0/s1600/robemonk1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys9tnO-7rVo/TvY6N7L4bbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8YMLJaGKyY0/s640/robemonk1.jpg" width="236" /&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;&lt;b&gt;Minha familia que me ama e apoia, apesar da minha constante falta de normalidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLW6Vi0ZvEI/TvY66NyzAQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/GXQQvrThQ3Q/s1600/DSC_0021b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLW6Vi0ZvEI/TvY66NyzAQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/GXQQvrThQ3Q/s640/DSC_0021b.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os meus sobrinhos lindos, que me fazem sorrir todos os dias, apesar de estarem longe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNLVq00y9uk/TvY9XsTMyDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UQJ9VhB6S78/s1600/396456_2580266620774_1077676645_32709234_388615181_n-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="518" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNLVq00y9uk/TvY9XsTMyDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UQJ9VhB6S78/s640/396456_2580266620774_1077676645_32709234_388615181_n-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os melhores colegas de trabalho que alguem poderia ter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf5z7mRDUwM/TvZDJMpHp3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/437NvxMK7ME/s1600/DSC_0874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf5z7mRDUwM/TvZDJMpHp3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/437NvxMK7ME/s640/DSC_0874.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnVX2gk_HmU/TvZDN5Y3QVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/EUo3MjRKzrw/s1600/DSC_0875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnVX2gk_HmU/TvZDN5Y3QVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/EUo3MjRKzrw/s640/DSC_0875.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crescimento profissional. O comeco da vida de gente grande!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3cq0A6KGtU/TvZDl-4cGTI/AAAAAAAAAdg/6WVDYHwsX0I/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3cq0A6KGtU/TvZDl-4cGTI/AAAAAAAAAdg/6WVDYHwsX0I/s640/DSC_0107.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFR9_LPrsLE/TvZDvwY4QMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dZPfxr44EkA/s1600/news.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFR9_LPrsLE/TvZDvwY4QMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dZPfxr44EkA/s640/news.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90TPzY3JkvM/TvZD0r1tzWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/vSfTnLtuXZg/s1600/lunardelli-photoessay3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90TPzY3JkvM/TvZD0r1tzWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/vSfTnLtuXZg/s640/lunardelli-photoessay3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha religiao que me guia a cada dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8EDB2uPH1fE/TvZHr-9fRXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/C177ReANoZ4/s1600/DSC_0800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8EDB2uPH1fE/TvZHr-9fRXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/C177ReANoZ4/s640/DSC_0800.jpg" width="424" /&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;b&gt;Realizacao dos meus sonhos de infancia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KyPPhhXbyR4/TvZH8ALarpI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-Cq7MShLHx0/s1600/DSC_0264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY6rU0UfHYA/TvZIEcRBg5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Hlmjft4Jl7o/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY6rU0UfHYA/TvZIEcRBg5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Hlmjft4Jl7o/s640/DSC_0077.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KyPPhhXbyR4/TvZH8ALarpI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-Cq7MShLHx0/s1600/DSC_0264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KyPPhhXbyR4/TvZH8ALarpI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-Cq7MShLHx0/s640/DSC_0264.jpg" width="640" /&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;b&gt;E olhos que permitem ver aquilo que muitas vezes passa despercebido.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmWoF6nqO7g/TvZIhhXkv7I/AAAAAAAAAes/Ay0y83fZ6xo/s1600/DSC_0214a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmWoF6nqO7g/TvZIhhXkv7I/AAAAAAAAAes/Ay0y83fZ6xo/s400/DSC_0214a.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrOy3xQyPok/TvZI2Nn93SI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Gmk1tAeQuMA/s1600/modified3+%25281+of+1%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrOy3xQyPok/TvZI2Nn93SI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Gmk1tAeQuMA/s400/modified3+%25281+of+1%2529.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXNYTkve89U/TvZIt0fHq0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/FMCnsBWgKFk/s1600/tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXNYTkve89U/TvZIt0fHq0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/FMCnsBWgKFk/s640/tree.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nN_zg8FL444/TvZI41fhchI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VQMC0CUefUI/s1600/DSC_0025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nN_zg8FL444/TvZI41fhchI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VQMC0CUefUI/s640/DSC_0025.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZwVYEdZKqg/TvZI5paypMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/H4RDk6s4mAQ/s1600/DSC_0032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZwVYEdZKqg/TvZI5paypMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/H4RDk6s4mAQ/s640/DSC_0032.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YI_IQJUnNPk/TvZI65vN67I/AAAAAAAAAfY/PslpgAasr9I/s1600/DSC_0098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YI_IQJUnNPk/TvZI65vN67I/AAAAAAAAAfY/PslpgAasr9I/s640/DSC_0098.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ7OSEIrThc/TvZI9nEOhcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/G0Mvuv0ZNDY/s1600/DSC_0223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ7OSEIrThc/TvZI9nEOhcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/G0Mvuv0ZNDY/s400/DSC_0223.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVpL8BDgodI/TvZJADWGWVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8f3fz0GvMwQ/s1600/DSC_0289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVpL8BDgodI/TvZJADWGWVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8f3fz0GvMwQ/s400/DSC_0289.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-noHbUJV77Aw/TvZJD--UqFI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oNEpp4FnapA/s1600/lunardelli_detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-noHbUJV77Aw/TvZJD--UqFI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oNEpp4FnapA/s640/lunardelli_detail.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYCAA7XLerQ/TvZJEi1gq_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/NTn28_bwd1k/s1600/lunardelli_detail2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYCAA7XLerQ/TvZJEi1gq_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/NTn28_bwd1k/s400/lunardelli_detail2.jpg" width="265" /&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;E se voce ainda esta preocupado com o que o Papai Noel vai trazer pra voce, sinto muito. Os presentes de verdade sao aqueles que voce recebe durante todo o ano, e de alguem muito melhor que o Papai Noel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-729262290984190266?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/729262290984190266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=729262290984190266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/729262290984190266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/729262290984190266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/12/meus-presentes-de-natal.html' title='Meus presentes de natal'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys9tnO-7rVo/TvY6N7L4bbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8YMLJaGKyY0/s72-c/robemonk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-139174614283575448</id><published>2011-12-07T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:39:27.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><title type='text'>Um post de quem passou muito tempo longe do blog</title><content type='html'>Quando eu disse &lt;a href="http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/09/tempo-tempo-mano-velho.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; que nao teria tempo pra mais nada durante esse semestre, nao estava brincando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu peguei algum tipo de virose, sabe-se la o que eh esse negocio, mas que me fez vomitar as viceras pra fora (calma, figura de linguagem). Passei dois dias soh na base de agua e gatorade, sentido dores no corpo que eu pensei que iam me matar (juro!), e um mal-estar do caramba. Por que eu estou dizendo isso? Caso voce esteja pensando que estou dizendo isso para voce ficar com dozinha de mim, esta errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final, acho que tudo o que aconteceu foi o meu corpo implorando para eu parar. Talvez seja uma virose, mas junto do meu corpo maltratado (tenho vivido a base de sanduiche, poucas horas de sono, e 1 refeicao por dia), esses dois dias foram uma maneira do meu corpo me obrigar a parar e descansar. Passei 24 horas na cama, mais de 10 horas dormindo. Acho que o meu corpitchos deve estar feliz agora, neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante essas milhares de horas que passei na cama, parei pra refletir um pouco. Eu sou &lt;strike&gt;totalmente&lt;/strike&gt; meio dramatica, e fiquei pensando "e se esse fosse o meu ultimo dia de vida?" (ai, eu sei, muito drama). Dai que eu percebi que no final, tenho me matado por pouco. E se eu nao tirar A na minha prova final? E se eu ficar com um C na minha aula de Linguistica? Que diferenca vai fazer daqui a cinco, dez anos? NENHUMA! Sim, tenho que ser responsavel, fazer o meu melhor, mas existe limite. Eu nao sou uma super mulher, e duvido que exista alguem que seja assim--e se existir eu atiro uma pedra na cabeca, porque eu odeio gente perfeitinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final, o que importa eh o tempo que passei com a minha familia, com o meu marido. A maneira como equilibrei tudo o que tenho que fazer. Como servi ao proximo, amei as pessoas ao meu redor, ri com os meus amigos, orei a cada noite para agradecer por tudo de fantastico que tem acontecido na minha vida. Nao adianta me matar, tentar ser a mulher maravilha. Se eu nao tiver o essencial, no meu ultimo dia de vida, eu vou ter percebido que foi tudo em vao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto nao descobrir o equilibrio perfeito, vou ter que aceitar uma nota B ao inves de A para poder passar mais tempo com aquele que escolhi ser o meu companheiro eterno.&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/-_fjCW2hOubA/TuAiNZYx5AI/AAAAAAAAATY/pHxrE_cAjyA/s1600/Antoine+113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fjCW2hOubA/TuAiNZYx5AI/AAAAAAAAATY/pHxrE_cAjyA/s400/Antoine+113.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pessoa que me faz mais feliz a cada dia...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-139174614283575448?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/139174614283575448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=139174614283575448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/139174614283575448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/139174614283575448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-post-de-quem-passou-muito-tempo.html' title='Um post de quem passou muito tempo longe do blog'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fjCW2hOubA/TuAiNZYx5AI/AAAAAAAAATY/pHxrE_cAjyA/s72-c/Antoine+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-209099767153320803</id><published>2011-10-02T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:27:34.001-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Conferencia</title><content type='html'>Amo semana de conferencia, e voce? Pra mim, o discurso do Elder Uchtdorf na conferencia da Soc.Soc. foi um dos pontos altos. Amei o simbolo da flor que ele usou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;The happiest people I know are not those who find their golden ticket; they are those who, while in pursuit of worthy goals, discover and treasure the beauty and sweetness of the everyday moments. They are the ones who, thread by daily thread, weave a tapestry of gratitude and wonder throughout their lives. These are they who are truly happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vao algumas fotos que eu tirei na sessao da Sociedade Socorro na semana passada. Novidade: Eu e a Tamara (minha irma) cortamos o cabelo. As duas estavam com o cabelo quase na cintura, e ai resolvemos cortar curtinho. 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O Rob esta viajando (foi pra Montana cacar patos), e tenho toda a cama pra mim. E ninguem pra conversar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele saiu hoje a tarde e volta domingo de manha, mas como eu tenho um relacionamento &lt;strike&gt;doentio&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;de certa dependencia com o meu marido, de repente a casa parece estar taaaao vazia. Odeio quando eu sei que ele nao vai voltar a noite. Serio mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ai, nesse momento de "e agora, Jose?" o que ha de melhor para fazer? Dormir? Nao, blogar. Escrever para voces, queridos leitores (afinal, voces existem?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou numa fissura por fotografias. Eu tenho infernizado o Rob dia e noite para tirarmos fotos de nos dois. Eu amo fotos, e sou casada com uma pessoa que foge delas--nem sempre relacionamentos sao perfeitos. Para convencer o meu marido, eu prometi que iria dar a ele o que ele mais gosta por 30 dias seguidos: comida. Ele concordou e disse que se tiver janta todo dia na mesa, por 1 mes, ele se submete ao grande sacrificio de tirar fotos. Negocio fechado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi a primeira semana, e acreditem, o negocio eh serio. O dignissimo ateh mesmo imprimiu um calendario para marcar os dias que eu cozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, no momento, estou me sentindo numa jornada meio "Julie &amp;amp; Julia", soh que ao inves de passar um ano cozinhando 400 e poucas receitas francesas, eu tenho 30 dias para cozinhar o que eu tiver na geladeira durante o meu tempo mirrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eh possivel! Nessa primeira semana eu me sai bem. Num dos dias eu vi que soh tinha file de tilapia no congelador. O Rob nao eh muito fa de peixe, por isso eu tive que disfarcar bem. E esse foi o resultado:&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/-Gl75eRCiGhk/TobN2gjtpqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fR33OKzmjHw/s1600/final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl75eRCiGhk/TobN2gjtpqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fR33OKzmjHw/s640/final.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este eh o casamento de um burrito com taco de peixe. Receita simples: filezinho de tilapia frito no azeite com sal e pimenta, pao para burrito, saladinha picada (tomate, alface, e o que mais voce tiver na geladeira), e molhinho especial. Eu fiz o molho com maionese, salsinha, suco de limao, um pouquinho de sal, pimenta do reino, molho de pimenta e mostarda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapido, pratico, barato e gostoso. Nao sobrou um tequinho de peixe para contar a historia.&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/-wPVEdaZOzbM/TobN4Eaqu-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/rltETNEtw-g/s1600/fish+tacos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="638" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wPVEdaZOzbM/TobN4Eaqu-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/rltETNEtw-g/s640/fish+tacos.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4626924257204767094?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4626924257204767094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4626924257204767094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4626924257204767094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4626924257204767094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/10/falta.html' title='As coisas que a gente faz...'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl75eRCiGhk/TobN2gjtpqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fR33OKzmjHw/s72-c/final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-642953921344495600</id><published>2011-09-27T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:53:26.287-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Organize-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oi, meu nome é Mônica, e eu sou uma consumista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem, depois de muito passear pela internet,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;fazendo compras online de mentirinha&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;surfando pelos sites de marca, procurando por referências, fazendo listas e listas daquilo que eu ainda não tenho,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;me cansei dessa vida de pobre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;resolvi arrumar o meu armário (uma coisa nada haver com a outra, mas enfim)&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;e sabe o que eu descobri?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, que eu comprei ano passado uma blusa linda na Banana Republic que só usei duas vezes e nunca mais. E que tenho mais de 30 colares, e mais de 40 pares de sapato, e uma caixa LOTADA de pulseiras, e dois sobretudos cor-de-rosa (hum?), e uma gaveta enorme só com cachecóis e... e... milhares de coisas que eu nem preciso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe quando rola um "alô, realidade!"? Então, de repente eu acordei e percebi (tã tã tã) que me tornei uma &amp;nbsp;consumista. Eu fico surfando por esses blogs da vida, sempre com um produtinho novo, uma coisinha nova, um it bag, it sapato, must-have, que no final eu percebi que nunca estava contente, vivendo a síndrome do "eu não tenho roupa". E, vamos encarar a realidade, eu nunca vou ter TUDO nessa vida. E nem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo bem, essa é a parte legal, não é mesmo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Brincar com o que você já tem&lt;/b&gt;, ser criativo, redescobrir peças que estão há anos no fundo do guarda-roupa, esperando ver a luz do sol mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, aqui vai a minha proposta: Passar um tempo sem comprar nada, redescobrindo e reorganizando o seu guarda-roupas, recombinando peças diferentes, e doando tudo aquilo que você sabe que não vai usar. O que você acha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E falando nisso...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava lendo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ffw.com.br/noticias/ffw-visita-joanna-moura-do-blog-um-ano-sem-zara/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;sobre o blog da Joanna Moura, o&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://umanosemzara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Um Ano Sem Zara&lt;/a&gt;. A publicitária resolveu passar um ano sem comprar roupas, usando "apenas" aquilo que tem (e que não é pouco). Achei super criativo, e já viciei no blog! É legal porque, diferente de todos os outros blogs que mostram apenas as comprinhas, ela mostra como reciclar o seu guarda-roupas com criatividade. Uma boa inspiração.&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/-8bL48bJQjh4/TmQeD1rJNzI/AAAAAAAACy4/n-9yNSf8gzw/s1600/Picture+92.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bL48bJQjh4/TmQeD1rJNzI/AAAAAAAACy4/n-9yNSf8gzw/s400/Picture+92.png" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu publiquei esse post ha 4 meses num blog meu que esta&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;falecido&lt;/strike&gt; em construcao, e desde entao tenho me esforcado para colocar essas dicas em pratica. Ja dei uma limpa no meu guarda-roupas umas duas vezes. Eh bom saber que muitas pessoas agora devem estar felizes com roupas que eu nem usava. Tenho brincado com aquilo que tenho no meu closet, variando e combinando tudo. Ha tempos nao saio pra comprar roupas mesmo, e quer saber? Tem sido otimo. Recomendo tirar os lixos do armario para dar espaco as coisas novas, alem de exercitar a criatividade com o que existe no seu guarda-roupas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-642953921344495600?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/642953921344495600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=642953921344495600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/642953921344495600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/642953921344495600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/09/organize-se.html' title='Organize-se'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bL48bJQjh4/TmQeD1rJNzI/AAAAAAAACy4/n-9yNSf8gzw/s72-c/Picture+92.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-3441387677206841538</id><published>2011-09-23T15:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:17:51.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Tempo, tempo, mano velho...</title><content type='html'>O Rob sempre fala que eu sou a Monica das desculpinhas porque pra tudo o que eu nao posso fazer, tenho uma desculpinha pronta--o que eh verdade. Ele sempre diz que voce nao precisa ficar se desculpando, soh fala que nao dah e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu estou aqui, dizendo que nao tenho escrito porque soh nao dah e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca me senti tao atarefada (na verdade eu quero dizer "overwhelmed". Como falo isso em portugues?) em toda a minha vida. A faculdade estah me massacrando esse semestre, e eu tenho que equilibrar isso com o estagio, vida de esposa e chamado na igreja (eu sou a segunda conselheira da Sociedade Socorro). E sabe, no meio de tudo isso eu ainda tenho que dormir e me dedicar aos meus hobbies e ao meu Rob (trocadilho batuta. hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao que a experiencia nao esteja divertida. Eu amo cada coisa que faco. Estou fazendo aulas super interessantes como fotojornalismo e design de jornais e revistas. O meu estagio eh de assistente de producao do canal da BYU TV International em conjunto com a ESPN, o que nao poderia ser melhor para o meu aprendizado. Amo, de todo o coracao, ser esposa, e estou aprendendo cada vez mais com o meu chamado. Mas como eh que eu equilibro todas essas coisas maravilhosas que estao acontecendo na minha vida? Comeco a fazer tudo meia-boca mesmo, ou soh rezo pra esse semestre acabar? Voces tem alguma sugestao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E falando nas coisas que eu estou fazendo, existem varios pontos altos no momento. Aqui vao alguns deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha aula de fotojornalismo. Acho que eu nunca me esforcei tanto numa aula pra impressionar um professor! hahaha. Bem Hermione mesmo. Eu me divirto horrores tirando fotos, pensando em composicoes, cores... Nem parece aula. Estou pensando seriamente em pedir para acompanhar o meu professor durante um dia de trabalho dele. Aqui vai um preview de algumas das fotos que tenho tirado para a aula:&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/-gSJY6C2Ozh0/TnzxnWdKv_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/fowF_HjqxaQ/s1600/lunardelli_composition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSJY6C2Ozh0/TnzxnWdKv_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/fowF_HjqxaQ/s400/lunardelli_composition.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQR8K2NGJH4/Tnzxo5wPPgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GLydlbWzFhk/s1600/lunardelli_studentchoice2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQR8K2NGJH4/Tnzxo5wPPgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GLydlbWzFhk/s400/lunardelli_studentchoice2.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, nada muito "Nossa, de tirar o folego! Voce realmente tem talento!" Mas eu estou feliz com o resultado. Eh muito bom fazer uma coisa que voce gosta, e ganhar nota por aquilo que considera um hobbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra aula divertida eh a de design. Agora esta bem basiquinha, falando sobre coisas que jah sei. Mas juro, de peh junto e cabelo aberto, que design eh definitivamente uma de minhas paixoes. Cada vez que desenho uma coisa, eh como se um filho tivesse nascido. E ai de quem falar que ele eh feito! Fico brava mesmo.&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/-NeEHFPrIF-o/Tnz0EKY4SNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1FhwZMoKNYA/s1600/materia+crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeEHFPrIF-o/Tnz0EKY4SNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1FhwZMoKNYA/s640/materia+crop.jpg" width="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nao, eu nao escrevi essa materia. Fiz o design dela para o jornal.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A cereja de todos esses acontecimentos eh o servico, certeza. Ateh semana passada eu soh estava correndo atras de materias, fazendo o casting da galera que trabalharia de ancora... Nada muito novo. Pra compensar, semana passada nos tivemos o primeiro broadcast ao vivo de um jogo de futebol americano, e eu nunca imaginei que me apaixonaria tanto pelos bastidores. Eram milhares de telas, a galera (e eu) coordenando a hora que entrava o comercial, seguindo programacao, mudando de cameras... Fora toda a adrenalina de fazer as coisas certinhas porque estava indo pro ar ao vivo. Gente, nao tem como explicar a sensacao. Acho que nunca senti tanta pressao, medo e entusiasmo ao mesmo tempo. Juro!&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/-LNrGXbJVDUI/Tnz2gVww-7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/CSMUzQ1dot0/s1600/320235_2041666002807_1279032500_31972528_1172562432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNrGXbJVDUI/Tnz2gVww-7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/CSMUzQ1dot0/s640/320235_2041666002807_1279032500_31972528_1172562432_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deu pra sentir a pressao? Eu estava sentada lah na frente, no canto direito.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Sao tantas coisas maravilhosas no momento... E enquanto eu nao aprendo a fazer tudo de uma vez soh, a gente vai seguindo a vida assim, sem dormir mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-3441387677206841538?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/3441387677206841538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=3441387677206841538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3441387677206841538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3441387677206841538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/09/tempo-tempo-mano-velho.html' title='Tempo, tempo, mano velho...'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSJY6C2Ozh0/TnzxnWdKv_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/fowF_HjqxaQ/s72-c/lunardelli_composition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2420131894904120432</id><published>2011-08-03T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:37:59.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Neste verao eu tive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bebes dorminhocos em piqueniques (Alvin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78RCWQIvd0I/TjoAyhoZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAMM/bxbHTmzTPTw/s1600/DSC_0073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78RCWQIvd0I/TjoAyhoZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAMM/bxbHTmzTPTw/s640/DSC_0073.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frutas frescas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HW46rWcjivc/TjoAzhu8BZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BncHaEMjmCE/s1600/DSC_0074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HW46rWcjivc/TjoAzhu8BZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BncHaEMjmCE/s640/DSC_0074.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas tentativas frustradas de fotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czyLYLIVW1w/TjoA0usCO9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/U2aL-Ln-lEI/s1600/DSC_0081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czyLYLIVW1w/TjoA0usCO9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/U2aL-Ln-lEI/s640/DSC_0081.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDHcHzDbXa0/TjoA12jMgCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZMEbPMESDuM/s1600/DSC_0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDHcHzDbXa0/TjoA12jMgCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZMEbPMESDuM/s640/DSC_0082.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol e agua fresca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMcEERz_whc/TjoA245RtnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/n2m6FdmF4dY/s1600/DSC_0084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMcEERz_whc/TjoA245RtnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/n2m6FdmF4dY/s640/DSC_0084.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguicinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-cf7Szp8wM/TjoA39ySigI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xM0MDZCCljc/s1600/DSC_0086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-cf7Szp8wM/TjoA39ySigI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xM0MDZCCljc/s640/DSC_0086.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contato com a natureza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vA1d4GS_8bM/TjoA5MNCpBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4exGQGbz6-M/s1600/DSC_0102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vA1d4GS_8bM/TjoA5MNCpBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4exGQGbz6-M/s400/DSC_0102.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gi9LeDyP_4/TjoA68wl4JI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lo8DqjRvfrQ/s1600/DSC_0135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gi9LeDyP_4/TjoA68wl4JI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lo8DqjRvfrQ/s400/DSC_0135.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxq9Uo1wud8/TjoA6Mkj9NI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2VYU0otjW5k/s1600/DSC_0129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxq9Uo1wud8/TjoA6Mkj9NI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2VYU0otjW5k/s640/DSC_0129.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Quadrilha com direito a noivo fugitivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxtWtXeqD-8/TjoA75AhArI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-Q1OwL3b_PE/s1600/DSC_0160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxtWtXeqD-8/TjoA75AhArI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-Q1OwL3b_PE/s640/DSC_0160.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSK7hu4-lg4/TjoBBB5YcQI/AAAAAAAAANE/X740HO7mZfg/s1600/DSC_0213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSK7hu4-lg4/TjoBBB5YcQI/AAAAAAAAANE/X740HO7mZfg/s640/DSC_0213.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companhia de amigas com bebes altamente esmagaveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAjrynY7CuM/TjoA8ncLQTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XWHSFNUROzs/s1600/DSC_0166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAjrynY7CuM/TjoA8ncLQTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XWHSFNUROzs/s400/DSC_0166.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QG9itBbNzXE/TjoA9pvFraI/AAAAAAAAAM4/URiDYLmbMzg/s1600/DSC_0172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QG9itBbNzXE/TjoA9pvFraI/AAAAAAAAAM4/URiDYLmbMzg/s400/DSC_0172.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos tremidas de casal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPovxhqPiF0/TjoA-7Y3RMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FC6mH9uQNQs/s1600/DSC_0179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPovxhqPiF0/TjoA-7Y3RMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FC6mH9uQNQs/s640/DSC_0179.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fofoquinha de mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fL4S4iZ3MVQ/TjoA_1u5SWI/AAAAAAAAANA/rk2zWIcMzqQ/s1600/DSC_0207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fL4S4iZ3MVQ/TjoA_1u5SWI/AAAAAAAAANA/rk2zWIcMzqQ/s640/DSC_0207.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagacao de mico no trabalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxcUDQ79iMs/TjoBDJ1ErAI/AAAAAAAAANM/r675qJE4B9Y/s1600/DSC_0264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxcUDQ79iMs/TjoBDJ1ErAI/AAAAAAAAANM/r675qJE4B9Y/s640/DSC_0264.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo ficando noivo de uma linda mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsEbcliwYDw/TjoBCGYy60I/AAAAAAAAANI/-pratCaiIWo/s1600/DSC_0243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsEbcliwYDw/TjoBCGYy60I/AAAAAAAAANI/-pratCaiIWo/s640/DSC_0243.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zdsin2NSgdU/TjoBH-73UBI/AAAAAAAAANg/gs6ceqAk9YY/s1600/DSC_0314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zdsin2NSgdU/TjoBH-73UBI/AAAAAAAAANg/gs6ceqAk9YY/s640/DSC_0314.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maridos fazendo churrasco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLo2v8dl_gk/TjoBDyHTf3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/X1hCjsQhpZI/s1600/DSC_0286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLo2v8dl_gk/TjoBDyHTf3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/X1hCjsQhpZI/s640/DSC_0286.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e muita fumaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5ZSXqZVuAU/TjoBE9KQTfI/AAAAAAAAANU/023r1Do5ezw/s1600/DSC_0293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5ZSXqZVuAU/TjoBE9KQTfI/AAAAAAAAANU/023r1Do5ezw/s640/DSC_0293.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aventuras no rio de Provo com direito a resgate e tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7LZCtW-ZHI/TjoBTomRNRI/AAAAAAAAANs/Q62PaUk7lMk/s1600/IMG_5141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7LZCtW-ZHI/TjoBTomRNRI/AAAAAAAAANs/Q62PaUk7lMk/s640/IMG_5141.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qc_mneuOERc/TjoBUJpYBeI/AAAAAAAAANw/Wb8QvcwKcqA/s1600/IMG_5151-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qc_mneuOERc/TjoBUJpYBeI/AAAAAAAAANw/Wb8QvcwKcqA/s400/IMG_5151-2.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9WBawW2UQc/TjoBF9v0eoI/AAAAAAAAANY/7itV4nXUQAw/s1600/DSC_0307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9WBawW2UQc/TjoBF9v0eoI/AAAAAAAAANY/7itV4nXUQAw/s640/DSC_0307.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite de degustacao de chocolate europeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vby0sh1VG_g/TjoBG1uoweI/AAAAAAAAANc/tb2k8_hxokI/s1600/DSC_0313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vby0sh1VG_g/TjoBG1uoweI/AAAAAAAAANc/tb2k8_hxokI/s640/DSC_0313.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlQppwJFOck/TjoBI-uJpeI/AAAAAAAAANk/beeEzw7-aU8/s1600/DSC_0316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlQppwJFOck/TjoBI-uJpeI/AAAAAAAAANk/beeEzw7-aU8/s640/DSC_0316.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um amigo gringo que se empolgou na hora de fazer um autentico churrasco gaucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPirTaJ7h9w/TjoBJ1uAvhI/AAAAAAAAANo/GEAUfuB0dwI/s1600/DSC_0320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPirTaJ7h9w/TjoBJ1uAvhI/AAAAAAAAANo/GEAUfuB0dwI/s640/DSC_0320.jpg" width="424" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Foi tudo tao bom que eu nao queria que o verao acabasse...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2420131894904120432?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2420131894904120432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2420131894904120432&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2420131894904120432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2420131894904120432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/08/neste-verao-eu-tive.html' title='Neste verao eu tive...'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78RCWQIvd0I/TjoAyhoZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAMM/bxbHTmzTPTw/s72-c/DSC_0073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-570950454016377456</id><published>2011-07-20T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:34:20.775-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Summer reading</title><content type='html'>Eu sou do tipo de pessoa que quando se empolga, quer abraçar a causa e fazer tudo de uma vez. E esse é um dos problemas que eu tenho (e sempre tive) com livros. Eu não consigo me contentar com apenas um, eu quero toda uma biblioteca. Eu quero lutar contra a baleia de Moby Dick e mergulhar as vinte mil léguas submarinas ao mesmo tempo que estou batendo um papo com a raposa do Pequeno Príncipe. São milhares de mundos a serem descobertos, e eu não consigo, simplesmente não posso, me contentar com apenas um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou me esforçando para aprender a ter foco. Por isso, neste verão, a minha meta é ler 5 livros clássicos, daqueles que você tem que ler, sabe? Eu decidi fazer isso porque percebi que estava lendo muitos livros de fantasia, e deixando de lado outros que podem ser tão bom quanto. Foi muito difícil, muito mesmo, mas dos cinco, já consegui escolher quatro.&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/-u-N_VGZLop0/Th5o-uu7sQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NptLtArQmks/s1600/DSC_0071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-N_VGZLop0/Th5o-uu7sQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NptLtArQmks/s400/DSC_0071.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o atual estado da minha cabeceira de cama. Eu sempre tenho uma pilha, nunca apenas um livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela foto vocês já podem saber quais são alguns dos meus escolhidos, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha listinha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte:&lt;/b&gt; Eu terminei de ler mês passado, e é definitivamente um dos livros que me fez sair da zona de conforto. Ele conta a historia de Jane Eyre (dãrr), uma órfã que passa por diversos desafios, ou em outras palavras, come o pão que o diabo amassou, firme e forte. É o tipo de protagonista que você sempre torce, sabe? Ainda não sei dizer se super amei o livro, porque geralmente gosto de protagonistas totalmente passionais, que não pensam direito antes de tomar as decisões, e enfrentam o céu e o inferno naquela loucura. Já Jane é super controlada em suas decisões, pensa mesmo antes de fazer tudo. Mas não posso deixar de admirar a personagem pelo seu firme caráter moral. É muito bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Breakfast at Tiffany's, Truman Capote:&lt;/b&gt; Outro que já li e que não está na foto porque já devolvi. Este é o livro que deu origem ao filme de mesmo nome ("Bonequinha de Luxo" em português), o tão famoso com Audrey Hepburn. Apesar de Audrey ter feito um trabalho fantástico, a personagem do livro é ainda mais doidinha. A personagem é baseada numa jovem que o autor conhecia, uma prostituta (logo Bonequinha de Luxo) totalmente desparafusada e divertida. O livro não entra em pormenores do trabalho dela mesmo, mas você não pode deixar de simpatizar com a personagem e entender um pouco os motivos que a levaram a se tornar quem ela é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Mere Christianity, C S Lewis:&lt;/b&gt; Lendo agora. Os livros de C S Lewis são todos excelentes. Resolvi vasculhar a minha própria biblioteca pessoal, e encontrei essa coleção do Lewis que dei para o Rob um tempo atrás (ele é super fã do autor). Lewis debate pontos religiosos e argumenta com o uso da lógica como Cristo é verdadeiramente real. Trabalho de um gênio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;To Kill a Mockinbird, Harper Lee: &lt;/b&gt;Na lista para ler. Este é um dos clássicos da literatura americana, e faz parte do "tem que ler" daqui. Se quiser uma sinopse do livro, acesse esse &lt;a href="http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/scripts/resenha/resenha.asp?sid=2818701821371447933125481&amp;amp;nitem=1807897"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, eu tenho uma tarefa: escolher o quinto livro. &lt;b&gt;Alguém aí tem sugestões?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para vocês que estão curiosos, aqui vai os outros livros que estão na cabeceira, mas que não estão na minha lista de verão:&lt;br /&gt;*Escrituras, que estão sempre na cabeceira.&lt;br /&gt;*O livro sem nome na verdade é meu diário, que meio que conta como um livro, né? rs. A diferença é que eu estou escrevendo ele.&lt;br /&gt;*A Arte de Editar Revistas, da Fátima Ali. É a Bíblia de quem quer se tornar um designer de revistas, categoria onde eu me encaixo. Pedi para o meu pai trazer pra mim na última viagem que ele fez para cá. Amo o livro, completamente inspirador, cheio de imagens, ideias e exemplos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também tenho um monte de revistas que geralmente ficam na minha cabeceira (eu sei, eita lixaiada!), mas tirei pra foto ficar menos poluída.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-570950454016377456?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/570950454016377456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=570950454016377456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/570950454016377456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/570950454016377456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-reading.html' title='Summer reading'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-N_VGZLop0/Th5o-uu7sQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NptLtArQmks/s72-c/DSC_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4534219884615960368</id><published>2011-07-15T08:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T11:09:31.728-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projetos'/><title type='text'>La cucina picolla fa la casa grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um tempo atrás eu estava passeando pelo pinterest (gente, eu estou viciada! Vocês já ouviram falar? Acho que vou fazer um post sobre esse site...) quando me deparei com &lt;a href="http://www.creaturecomfortsblog.com/home/2011/6/27/today-i-love-anek.html"&gt;essa gracinha aqui&lt;/a&gt; vendendo no Etsy. Eu, que ando numa época saudosa de italiano (pra quem não sabe, estudei a lingua por dois anos), pirei o cabeção e bati o pé, queria porque queria o danado do quadrinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... no Etsy a designer queria vender por $30 dólares cada um. Muito caro pra um papelzinho só! Ai eu, que não sou besta nem nada, resolvi usar o meu super conhecimento de Illustrator e fiz o meu próprio. Tambem usei papel colorido pra dar uma alegrada na minha cozinha bege e sem graça. Fiz o papelzinho escrito e imprimi em casa, fiz a moldura colorida com papel de scrapbook, e comprei a moldura preta numa loja de usados por apenas $1 dólar!! E esse é o resultado final:&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;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--T4eImZRIk0/Th5S8I0I4YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OH3JBYp8uT4/s1600/cucina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--T4eImZRIk0/Th5S8I0I4YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OH3JBYp8uT4/s400/cucina.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRthHcv1u_k/Th5TJqd_QGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qaluYMfePkk/s1600/piccola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRthHcv1u_k/Th5TJqd_QGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qaluYMfePkk/s400/piccola.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não sabe, o quadrinho diz "a cozinha pequena faz a casa (parecer) grande". Fofo, né? E muito verdade com relação ao meu apê. Eu sei que posso comprar as coisas pra minha casa, mas é tão mais legal quando você pode fazer, né? E eu adoro chegar na minha cozinha e ser recebida por essa mensagem super bem-humorada em italiano. Vocês gostaram?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4534219884615960368?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4534219884615960368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4534219884615960368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4534219884615960368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4534219884615960368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-cucina-picolla-fa-la-casa-grande.html' title='La cucina picolla fa la casa grande'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--T4eImZRIk0/Th5S8I0I4YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OH3JBYp8uT4/s72-c/cucina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5350168817726203167</id><published>2011-07-14T11:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:06:59.788-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeio'/><title type='text'>Turista - Centro de Provo</title><content type='html'>Continuando com a meta de verão de ser uma turista na minha própria cidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, a meta era pra ser uma turista na minha cidade por apenas um dia, mas eu não posso deixar de apreciar a beleza da cidade, e de querer dividir tudo isso com vocês. É verdade, eu reclamo bastante, porque pra quem vem de São Paulo, às vezes é difícil morar numa cidade tão pequena - a.k.a. nada pra fazer. Mas que ela é linda, ah, isso é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos estão num estilinho meio escuro, meio gótico, porque é assim que eu vejo o centro da cidade. Prédios antigos, alguns velhos e abandonados, outros lindos e restaurados... Tudo isso convivendo dentre prédios de vidro e carros modernos numa maneira meio solitária. É como se o século 18 e o 21 estivessem passeando de mãos dadas, melhores amigos que não têm nada em comum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas primeiras fotos são do centro de Provo, que também tem o status de histórico devido à arquitetura. Eu amo os predinhos e mercados de pulga que tem por ali, simplesmente pelo charminho deles. Também adoro passear por lá a noite e jantar nos restaurantes. Eu realmente não entendo como o pessoal se acaba nessas comidas enlatadas de restaurantes como Café Rio e AppleBees quando existem opções tão gostosas no centro. O meu predileto eh o &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Station-22-Cafe/181945971847102"&gt;Station 22&lt;/a&gt;, um restaurante super charmoso que serve um autêntico Philly Cheesesteak.&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/-zB8ISwkVRn4/Th5dh_HknyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8n3jPkUrRlE/s1600/downtown10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zB8ISwkVRn4/Th5dh_HknyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8n3jPkUrRlE/s640/downtown10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/--WlJ3If-KyU/Th5djanYjxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/o64O-J8UiZA/s1600/downtown1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WlJ3If-KyU/Th5djanYjxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/o64O-J8UiZA/s640/downtown1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-3YojaAazuos/Th5dktCVNYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S5d8sBjOqpg/s1600/downtown2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3YojaAazuos/Th5dktCVNYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S5d8sBjOqpg/s400/downtown2.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWWiuXbHTCk/Th5dmBW06kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PhgNmU0_fnc/s1600/downtown3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWWiuXbHTCk/Th5dmBW06kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PhgNmU0_fnc/s400/downtown3.jpg" width="265" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khJnAWJAgzA/Th5dsR1qzSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cF8mLJ-3Hwc/s1600/downtown8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khJnAWJAgzA/Th5dsR1qzSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cF8mLJ-3Hwc/s640/downtown8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-8TCaF0-3SHQ/Th5doBuWGrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/A9XbwPsRoho/s1600/downtown4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TCaF0-3SHQ/Th5doBuWGrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/A9XbwPsRoho/s400/downtown4.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqTA20Kn8kA/Th5dqDJy4xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FsG6QjkLtuE/s1600/downtown5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqTA20Kn8kA/Th5dqDJy4xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FsG6QjkLtuE/s400/downtown5.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a biblioteca de Provo. Eu tenho uma coisa por bibliotecas. Como uma boa rata de livros, as bibliotecas para mim são uma instituição a parte, meio que uma segunda casa. Esta, em específico, é uma das minhas prediletas. É como se eu estivesse entrando num castelo gótico, cheio de mistérios a serem desvendados.&lt;br /&gt;Uma nota cultural, essa biblioteca foi um dos primeiros prédios da Brigham Young University (onde eu estudo) no final do século 18 e começo do 19, quando a faculdade era ainda um "academy". O prédio ficou vazio por 20 anos e correu o risco de ser demolido, até que entidades resolveram restaurá-lo e torná-lo o lar da biblioteca de Provo em 2001. Foi necessários mais de 5 milhões de dólares para restaurar o prédio, e acho que valeu cada centavo. Se quiser saber mais, leia&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.provolibrary.com/academy-history"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; em inglês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OwgQOJXWyg4/Th5duGN4aZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bPkLf90Vo10/s1600/downtown11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OwgQOJXWyg4/Th5duGN4aZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bPkLf90Vo10/s640/downtown11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-uKNJDgh79T8/Th5dv2UKpsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vGz8dGSesN0/s1600/downtown6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKNJDgh79T8/Th5dv2UKpsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vGz8dGSesN0/s400/downtown6.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vrrSpwvEuY/Th5dwihSZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zqe761xwIwc/s1600/downtown7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vrrSpwvEuY/Th5dwihSZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zqe761xwIwc/s400/downtown7.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-UiLOu7sVg-E/Th5dyIzgffI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5FriUup3ovA/s1600/downtown9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UiLOu7sVg-E/Th5dyIzgffI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5FriUup3ovA/s640/downtown9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5350168817726203167?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5350168817726203167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5350168817726203167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5350168817726203167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5350168817726203167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/07/turista-centro-de-provo.html' title='Turista - Centro de Provo'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zB8ISwkVRn4/Th5dh_HknyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8n3jPkUrRlE/s72-c/downtown10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5193114662371044616</id><published>2011-07-13T20:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:05:24.641-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Um update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu não tenho falado muito sobre como andam as coisas, por isso aqui vai um update geral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha receita da semana retrasada, eu fiz uma beringela recheiada. Como nao é uma receita super especial, eu não vou passar todos os detalhes da receita, mas posso dizer que ficou uma delicia. Pra minha receitinha da semana passada, fiz essa receita do &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/creamy-chicken-enchiladas-verde-recipe/index.html"&gt;Food Network de Enchilada Verde&lt;/a&gt;. Deliciosa, fácil, rápida e prática! Juro que fiz em menos de meia-hora.&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/-gOmtiFu21T0/Th5WwZYtdCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HYdZxM_ZYaU/s1600/beringela+recheiada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOmtiFu21T0/Th5WwZYtdCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HYdZxM_ZYaU/s640/beringela+recheiada.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No feriado de 4 de julho nao fizemos muitas coisas, mas posso dizer que dormi e descansei BASTANTE. Para assistir os fogos, nós fomos para a casa do Keith, já que ele mora num predio alto e porque queriamos evitar a muvuca que geralmente rola na cidade durante essa epoca. E, pra variar, fizemos um barbecue, assim em inglês mesmo, já que a celebração era americana e pedia hamburguer e hot dog no grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Keith acabou se empolgando na cozinha e fez essa limonada DELICIOSA, igual a do Tucanos. Devo ter tomado uns 4 copos, sem mentira. Por mim soh isso jah estava bom! Logico, o Rob pensa diferente e não dispensa nunca uma carninha.&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/-zfGDCo7qyH0/Th5YKVB9c_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rNfw9mI2f2s/s1600/DSC_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfGDCo7qyH0/Th5YKVB9c_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rNfw9mI2f2s/s640/DSC_0014.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tal da limonada. E não é que ficou chique nesses copinhos? rs&amp;nbsp;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdIvk4Fyuac/Th5YP6My4QI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rHs3PEtiDws/s1600/DSC_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdIvk4Fyuac/Th5YP6My4QI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rHs3PEtiDws/s640/DSC_0019.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;visão da sacada do apartamento do Keith&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWOPVX0PTi8/Th5ZqUTSUMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3mGeeu1sm1c/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWOPVX0PTi8/Th5ZqUTSUMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3mGeeu1sm1c/s640/DSC_0018.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5193114662371044616?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5193114662371044616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5193114662371044616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5193114662371044616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5193114662371044616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-update.html' title='Um update'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOmtiFu21T0/Th5WwZYtdCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HYdZxM_ZYaU/s72-c/beringela+recheiada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1208752876308396116</id><published>2011-07-11T12:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:27:57.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza'/><title type='text'>Eu sou bonita, e você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6nzSP7FgaFw/ThYfmhM78bI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cL8Cu6NhI_g/s1600/untitled-121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6nzSP7FgaFw/ThYfmhM78bI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cL8Cu6NhI_g/s640/untitled-121.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo atrás eu vi um vídeo que mudou a maneira como eu me vejo. Numa das minhas aulas de comunicação, estavamos discutindo sobre como a media influencia a maneira como as mulheres vêem beleza, blá blá blá -- sabe aquele papo de todas magras, magérrimas e loiras, que todo mundo sabe mas não presta atenção? Então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí, chegando em casa, vi que tinha um email de uma amiga, e anexado tinha uma dessas propagandas que lutam pela beleza natural, somos lindas do jeito que nascemos, e não sei mais o que. Mas ele tinha um diferencial: ao invés de só mostrar mulheres que se aceitam gordinhas ou com cabelos enrolados, ele mostrava duas amigas. Primeiro, pediram para elas falarem o que elas admiravam na beleza das amigas. A lista era enorme! Ah, adoro o cabelo dela, os olhos... Mas aí perguntaram o que elas achavam bonito nelas mesmas, e foi aí que o bicho pegou. Algumas não sabiam o que dizer, ou ficavam com vergonha, achando que os outros iam considerá-las "convencidas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois desse vídeo, eu percebi que caía na mesma categoria: Eu conseguia reconhecer a beleza em todo mundo, menos em mim. E quando achava alguma coisa bonitinha em mim mesma, ficava com vergonha e escondia. Eu não conseguia sequer fazer uma lista de dez atributos que eu gosto em mim (fisicamente). Não é engraçado como a gente sempre culpa a media por nossos complexos, mas nunca nos culpamos por não encontrarmos a beleza em nós mesmas, mesmo quando somos todas tão bonitas e únicas? Por que é tão fácil achar os outros bonitos, mas não nós mesmos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho me esforçado para me aceitar, e me achar TUDO DE BOM (rs) do jeito que sou mesmo. Aprendi a aceitar o fato de ser baixinha, já que posso usar o salto que quiser sem sair por aí parecendo ser uma girafa. Amo ter cabelos e olhos castanhos, iguais ao de muitos, mas diferente de vários aqui nos Estados Unidos. Posso ser igual, mas sou diferente de todos nesse mundo. Eu sou bonita do jeito que sou. E não, isso não é ser convencida. Isso é ter auto-estima e amor próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennitphotography.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/dsc_4343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://jennitphotography.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/dsc_4343.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wCnUw1MMTs/ThYgCsPjGcI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0HAv61XJ6vo/s1600/untitled-212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wCnUw1MMTs/ThYgCsPjGcI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0HAv61XJ6vo/s400/untitled-212.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, desafio vocês, caras leitoras desse blog (eu sei que vocês estão sempre aqui, apesar de nunca deixarem recados), a fazerem uma lista de dez coisas que vocês acham bonito em si mesmas. Façam essa lista e coloquem no seu espelho, pra se lembrarem sempre de como são lindas. Pode parecer fácil, mas nem tanto. Exige disciplina, especialmente naqueles dias que você acorda com o cabelo revoltado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennitphotography.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/dsc_4409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://jennitphotography.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/dsc_4409.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra ajudar, eu vou colocar (vergonha) a minha própria lista. Aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo:&lt;br /&gt;* O meu olho caidinho&lt;br /&gt;* O meu queixo meio pontudo&lt;br /&gt;* As pintinhas que tenho no braço&lt;br /&gt;* A minha altura&lt;br /&gt;* A cor do meu cabelo e da minha pele&lt;br /&gt;* O formato da minha boca&lt;br /&gt;* Os meus dentes branquinhos&lt;br /&gt;* Os meus dedos compridos&lt;br /&gt;* A minha sombrancelha naturalmente fina e desenhada&lt;br /&gt;* O meu rosto de perfil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei o video!!! Aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24588326?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24588326"&gt;Campanha Dove pela Real Beleza&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/hiloblog"&gt;Hi-Lo Blog&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1208752876308396116?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/1208752876308396116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=1208752876308396116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1208752876308396116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1208752876308396116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-sou-bonita-e-voce.html' title='Eu sou bonita, e você?'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6nzSP7FgaFw/ThYfmhM78bI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cL8Cu6NhI_g/s72-c/untitled-121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-3094495613771065568</id><published>2011-07-05T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:10:07.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeio'/><title type='text'>Minha cidade de Provo: Rock Canyon Park</title><content type='html'>Parte das minhas metas para este verão é ser uma turista na minha propria cidade. Eu resolvi comecar pelo Rock Canyon Park, um parque lindo que fica aqui perto de casa. Adoro ir lá para caminhar (outra meta de verão) no pôr-do-sol, já que geralmente esse horario é mais fresco, além da vista maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra chegar no parque, eu preciso passar pelo templo de Provo, onde eu gosto de parar para observar as flores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTdxNyA8qSo/TgfZ73AiIoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PkhmGdKOXKk/s1600/templo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTdxNyA8qSo/TgfZ73AiIoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PkhmGdKOXKk/s640/templo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAlqlljBhzw/TgfaAEZ1RSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JtZCotvO_Rg/s1600/flores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAlqlljBhzw/TgfaAEZ1RSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JtZCotvO_Rg/s640/flores.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O parque fica no alto de uma colina, alem de ficar cercado pelas montanhas. É uma vista maravilhosa. Amo caminhar lá pra poder relaxar um pouco e pensar na vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkXrGGzvHzU/Tgfan-BfJgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3RNj4shUdfw/s1600/DSC_0818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkXrGGzvHzU/Tgfan-BfJgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3RNj4shUdfw/s640/DSC_0818.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfKmmwGhZqM/TgfaSmZq9xI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CkuLXiS6ZH0/s1600/parque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfKmmwGhZqM/TgfaSmZq9xI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CkuLXiS6ZH0/s640/parque.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa plaquinha está lá desde que aconteceram as Olimpiadas de Inverno em Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sNKUl3bchTs/TgfaUXpuiHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g--QPjhjbJY/s1600/placa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sNKUl3bchTs/TgfaUXpuiHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g--QPjhjbJY/s640/placa.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-1Y-k5X4Wz14/TgfaViHUAlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e79rAhlmXEM/s1600/placas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Y-k5X4Wz14/TgfaViHUAlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e79rAhlmXEM/s640/placas.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que gosto de caminhar neste parque é que posso ver as casas lindas que ficam na região, e assim sonhar com a que eu vou ter um dia. Essas duas estão na lista de ideias para o meu futuro lar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfG9bwv7FKE/TgfaWmYtF4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/HJ9mpc-DDgk/s1600/casas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfG9bwv7FKE/TgfaWmYtF4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/HJ9mpc-DDgk/s640/casas.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-3094495613771065568?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/3094495613771065568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=3094495613771065568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3094495613771065568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3094495613771065568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-cidade-de-provo-rock-canyon-park.html' title='Minha cidade de Provo: Rock Canyon Park'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTdxNyA8qSo/TgfZ73AiIoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PkhmGdKOXKk/s72-c/templo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4324256480445661671</id><published>2011-07-03T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:23:55.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titios'/><title type='text'>Nasceu!!</title><content type='html'>O Miguel Lunardelli Jorge nasceu na madrugada deste domingo, depois de 41 semanas na barriga da mamae dele. Foi um parto extremamente sofrido, o que me faz admirar ainda mais a Ju, que eh uma verdadeira guerreira. Depois de horas sentindo as contracoes (nada de peridural), ele acabou mudando de posicao e teve que nascer de cesariana mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele eh a coisa mais linda, um tourinho, &lt;strike&gt;e quando tiver mais informacoes sobre ele, como peso e tamanho, eu volto aqui e aviso&lt;/strike&gt;. Ele nasceu no dia 3 de Julho, hoje, as 00:52 com 4.065kg e 50cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dizer que estou super feliz? Soh de olhar pra fotinho dele jah fico emocionada. Coisa mais linda da tia, que ama esse bebe do fundo do coracao! Uma pena que estou tao longe...&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/-lKHQkH8rQBI/ThCfSNcJXzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wttSss9zo90/s1600/262240_10150223410541829_676271828_7594355_1850004_n-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKHQkH8rQBI/ThCfSNcJXzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wttSss9zo90/s640/262240_10150223410541829_676271828_7594355_1850004_n-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oi, mulherada! Cheguei para arrasar coracoes!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4324256480445661671?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4324256480445661671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4324256480445661671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4324256480445661671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4324256480445661671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/07/nasceu.html' title='Nasceu!!'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKHQkH8rQBI/ThCfSNcJXzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wttSss9zo90/s72-c/262240_10150223410541829_676271828_7594355_1850004_n-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2306642182700566636</id><published>2011-06-28T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:37:45.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><title type='text'>Wymount</title><content type='html'>Eu sempre mostro as coisas que faço, a decoração da casa, mas nunca mostrei mesmo o condominio onde moro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu moro no Wymount, que é o condominio para estudantes casados da BYU. Eu amo este lugar porque primeiro: já tem varios "amenities" inclusos no aluguel, como tv a cabo, internet, etc; segundo: fica do lado da faculdade e do meu serviço, por isso dá ir andando para todos os lugares; terceiro: o condominio parece um parque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem como negar, aqui é lindo durante o verão! Algumas fotos para vocês verem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu apartamento é o do terceiro andar, e a outra foto mostra a quadra onde moro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaK5xRXYCEo/TgfXwQCPQgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DFDwrM8qqDQ/s1600/apartamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaK5xRXYCEo/TgfXwQCPQgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DFDwrM8qqDQ/s640/apartamento.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estacionamento do meu predio e a ruazinha que fica atrás do predio. Esqueci de tirar foto disso, mas da janela do meu quarto da pra ver as montanhas. Lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6j6Afd3Sg20/TgfYPxq5qeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6c7_aRaqBpE/s1600/estacionamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6j6Afd3Sg20/TgfYPxq5qeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6c7_aRaqBpE/s640/estacionamento.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o caminhozinho que eu faço todo dia do estacionamento ateh o meu predio. Nao eh lindo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KpDvKVZz_fY/TgfYf7DjSrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_0gV9qXDxas/s1600/caminho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KpDvKVZz_fY/TgfYf7DjSrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_0gV9qXDxas/s640/caminho.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2306642182700566636?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2306642182700566636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2306642182700566636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2306642182700566636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2306642182700566636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/06/wymount.html' title='Wymount'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaK5xRXYCEo/TgfXwQCPQgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DFDwrM8qqDQ/s72-c/apartamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-6844369422900275759</id><published>2011-06-27T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:21:01.284-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Metas de verão: Hortinha</title><content type='html'>Então, nas minhas metas de verão eu inclui um jardinzinho. Já posso dar um ok nessa meta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado passado o digníssimo e eu fomos para o Lowe's comprar as nossas plantinhas. Aqui vai a lista do que temos na nossa hortinha:&lt;br /&gt;tomate cereja, pimenta, e muitos temperinhos: orégano, manjericão, alecrim, coentro, cebolinha e salsinha. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tomate compramos sementes e um broto mesmo, pra termos tomatinhos em breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob acabou super se empolgando com o projeto. Ele agua as plantas quase todos os dias, e já está querendo voltar na loja pra comprar alface, alem de querer plantar alho. Tudo isso na varandinha aqui do apê! hahaha. Daqui a pouco vamos ter que sair de casa pra entrar as plantas, né? Mas tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob plantando a nossa mudinha de tomate, com os outros vasinhos já plantados com temperinhos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-quXdCpV6NR8/TgfDPRXAGeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/M0sV8--H5gU/s1600/tomate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-quXdCpV6NR8/TgfDPRXAGeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/M0sV8--H5gU/s640/tomate.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha a cara dessa criança! Esse é ele dizendo: "Tira essa máquina fotográfica daqui!!!!!" hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySllJFExKSY/TgfA8TOgvfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6TdgDCxN_Yg/s1600/DSC_0879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySllJFExKSY/TgfA8TOgvfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6TdgDCxN_Yg/s640/DSC_0879.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, a nossa estufinha! Achei super interessante esse negócio. Ela é pra plantas que devem germinar antes de serem plantadas num vaso mesmo, sabe? Já que algumas plantas são mais "frescurentas" e precisam germinar na sombra, coisa assim. Voce molha as rodelinhas de terra que quer usar, e aí quando elas ficam grandes e fofinhas você põe as sementes. Aí é só fechar a caixa, formando uma estufa. Quando começam a sair os brotinhos, é só passar pra um vaso. Amei esse negócio! Nos empolgamos tanto que temos brotinhos de tomate agora sobrando. Legal, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LW-fEzUza3E/TgfERAeXAjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VIbeeClzZ2U/s1600/estufa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LW-fEzUza3E/TgfERAeXAjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VIbeeClzZ2U/s640/estufa.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O manjericão, a cebolinha e a pimenta também já começaram a crescer um pouquinho. Estou super animada, e assim que tiver frutos mesmo, ou uma coisa que eu possa chamar de planta, eu coloco as fotos aqui. É cruzar os dedos agora pra eu não matar nenhuma plantinha! hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-6844369422900275759?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/6844369422900275759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=6844369422900275759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6844369422900275759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6844369422900275759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/06/metas-de-verao-hortinha.html' title='Metas de verão: Hortinha'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-quXdCpV6NR8/TgfDPRXAGeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/M0sV8--H5gU/s72-c/tomate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-9027294540859193114</id><published>2011-06-26T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:17:18.711-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><title type='text'>Receita: cookies</title><content type='html'>Eu preciso ser honesta com voces: Nesta ultima semana nao testei uma nova receita, por isso resolvi faze-la hoje. E preciso ser mais honesta ainda: Essa receita nao eh nova, eh uma que eu jah tinha feito antes,mas precisava testar umas mudancas, entao conta como nova! Eu sei, eu sei... Voces estao desapontados. rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas falando serio... Ha tempos que eu procurava uma receita boa mesmo de cookies pra fazer. Testei diversas, mas nunca encontrei A receita. Eh porque eu sou muito chata, e nao gosto de cookies muito duros, doces demais, o que parecem um disco. Eu gosto deles bem "chewy", como dizem os gringos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo atras experimentei os cookies feitos pela irma do Keith, o Montana, e gente, se existir cookies no ceu, pode ter certeza que essa vai ser a receita! UMA DELICIA! Por isso, na ultima reuniao da familia Fairbank, lah fui eu pedir a receita dos deuses. E qual nao foi a minha surpresa quando descobri que eh a mesma receita do pacotinho de chocolate chips da Hersheys! Estava crente que fosse uma receita secreta de familia... Mas eh logico, ela tem os seus segredinhos, e eu vou ensina-los pra voces!&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/-yBY6dXbb_bo/TgezvKaEaOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wocy57SDzXw/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBY6dXbb_bo/TgezvKaEaOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wocy57SDzXw/s640/DSC_0003.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chip cookies - A MELHOR RECEITA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sticks (ou 1 xic.) de manteiga, um pouco derretida (o suficiente pra ficar cremosa, mas nao eh pra ficar um oleo. 20 segundos no microondas da conta do recado).&lt;br /&gt;3/4 xic. acucar mascavo, bem cheio (eh pra espremer o acucar no fundo da xicara, pra ficar bem durinho juntinho mesmo).&lt;br /&gt;3/4 xic. acucar, bem cheio.&lt;br /&gt;2 ovos&lt;br /&gt;1 col. cha baunilha&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 xic. farinha&lt;br /&gt;1 col. cha bicarbonato de sodio&lt;br /&gt;1/2 col. cha sal&lt;br /&gt;1 xic de nozes (opcional. Eu mesma nunca coloco).&lt;br /&gt;2 xic. de gotas de chocolate meio-amargo&lt;br /&gt;1 xic. de gotas de chocolate ao leite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como fazer:&lt;br /&gt;Com a batedeira, misture a manteiga, o acucar mascavo e normal, ate formar um creme. Adicione os ovos e a baunilha. Misture bem. Adicione a farinha, o bicarbonato e o sal ate obter uma massa homogenea. Adicione as gotas de chocolate. Faca bolinhas e coloque numa forma untada (ou coberta por papel manteiga, que eh como eu faco). Asse num forno pre-aquecido a 375 F (ou 180 C) por 10-15 minutos. Retire do forno, e sirva depois de esfriar. Pronto!&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/-uOlYXIDcEu8/Tge9fxX67bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X5mqC_Wt9Rg/s1600/cookies-massa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOlYXIDcEu8/Tge9fxX67bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X5mqC_Wt9Rg/s640/cookies-massa.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vamos aos segredinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O que torna esse cookie tao gostoso eh uma farinha de boa qualidade. Aqui, a que eu uso eh a &lt;a href="http://www.dutchvalleyfoods.com/products/flour-and-grains/flours/158536/wheat-montana-farms-natural-white-premium-flour-8-5lb"&gt;Wheat Montana&lt;/a&gt;, que voce encontra no WalMart. Ela eh um pouco mais cara que as outras farinhas, mas vale a pena. Eh a unica que eu uso aqui em casa, na verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nao tenha medo de adicionar farinha. Eu geralmente uso mais farinha do que vai na receita. O segredo eh colocar ateh a massa ficar bem consistente, mas um pouco grudenta ao toque. Tipo massa de pao-de-queijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Quando comecar a ficar dourado em cima do cookie, tire do forno, mesmo se o cookie estiver meio mole. Uma coisa que uma irma da minha ala me ensinou eh que os cookies saem meio moles do forno, mas depois endurecem quando esfriam. Assim voce consegue um cookie mais molinho, sem ser aquela bolachona dura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte na empreitada de voces, e se fizerem a receita, me digam o que acharam!&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/-6upC3amrpew/Tge95zBNS6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/-rI6BTqxCPI/s1600/cookiesassados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6upC3amrpew/Tge95zBNS6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/-rI6BTqxCPI/s640/cookiesassados.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-9027294540859193114?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/9027294540859193114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=9027294540859193114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/9027294540859193114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/9027294540859193114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/06/receita-cookies.html' title='Receita: cookies'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBY6dXbb_bo/TgezvKaEaOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wocy57SDzXw/s72-c/DSC_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-6001868506895003239</id><published>2011-06-25T21:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:06:26.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Desabafo: E agora, Jose?</title><content type='html'>Sabe aquele ditado, nao sei se caso ou compro uma bicicleta? Essa questao pode parecer totalmente absurda, mas posso garantir que para muitos nao eh. Ah, mas nao eh mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me formo em menos de um ano. De acordo com o contador do blog neste exato momento, me formo daqui a 301 dias. Maravilha, se nao fosse o medo que vem com isso. O medo de nao conseguir um emprego depois, e o medo de nao saber o que vai ser da minha vida. Engravido? Trabalho? Me sustento? Extendo a faculdade? Viro cozinheira? Fotografa? Volto pro Brasil, fico por aqui, ou arranjo emprego em Nova York? Afinal de contas, o que eu faco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa eh uma questao que nao podera ser respondida por agora. O ideal seria arranjar um emprego, pra conseguir ajudar o ganha-pao da casa (hehehe), e tambem para adquirir um pouco de experiencia. Mas sou uma estrangeira querendo brincar de escrever textos em ingles. E vamos falar a verdade, neh? Se voce fosse um chefe de redacao e tivesse um chines que escreve portugues tao bem quanto um brasileiro, quem voce escolheria? O chines? Eu acho que nao. Eu me garanto. EU SEI INGLES. Eu sei a gramatica. Eu sou uma nerd, abracei essa causa. Mas tenho medo de que os empregadores nao descubram isso sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fora as oportunidades mirradas existentes no estado de Utah. Sao poucos jornais de grande circulacao. E o Deseret News, uma das maiores agencias de noticias do estado, ano passado despediu 50% de seus empregados. A coisa anda preta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai aparece a opcao de fazer um estagio fora do estado e viver os Estados Unidos a sua plenitude. Eu nao posso reclamar: existem milhares de oportunidades fora de Utah, como em Nova York. O problema eh que esses estagios nao sao pagos, e viver em Nova York, pagando U$1000.00 de aluguel por mes numa cidade onde tudo eh ridiculamente caro, sem ganhar um tustao, eh complicado. Voltar pro Brasil sem o marido, soh pra ficar trabalhando lah, estah fora de cogitacao. Nem pensar mesmo! Nao casei para ficar anos longe do meu marido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo falhar, eu posso engravidar e viver contente como uma mae que fica em casa. Se nao fosse o fato de o meu marido ser ainda um estudante, e de eu saber que, por mais que o retorno de impostos americano seja generoso, jamais dariamos conta de sustentar uma casa, um bebe, e pagar faculdade com o salario de estudante dele. Desculpe, mas nao tenho a coragem de muitas de minhas amigas de formar uma familia sem um tustao no bolso, acreditando que as coisas irao se ajeitar -- e eu as admiro por essa coragem, serio mesmo. Eu simplesmente nao consigo. Alem do que, eu tambem gostaria de ter um "gostinho" da minha profissao antes de mudar para o emprego da maternidade. Pode ser egoista, mas essa sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que nos faz chegar a conclusao: nenhuma. Eu nao sei o que vai acontecer da minha vida no proximo ano, e isso da muito medo. Estava conversando ontem sobre isso com o Jacob, um cinegrafista que trabalha comigo. Ele olhou pra mim, deu risada, e disse sarcasticamente que eu sou, provavelmente, a unica pessoa com todas essas duvidas e medos dentro dela. Mentira. Ele confessou que tambem tem medo de se formar sem saber o que vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha sorte eh a que eu tenho um marido maravilhoso, que me apoia em todas as minhas decisoes. Ele disse que se eu quiser viajar ateh a Uganda para trabalhar, que ele me apoia, desde que isso vah me fazer feliz. Tambem tenho uma familia maravilhosa, que sempre me apoia e me acha o maximo por cada coisa minima que faco. Nao poderia pedir por mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza de que com o tempo as coisas irao se ajeitar, mas no momento nao tenho solucao, nao tenho como me resolver, e nao tenho como prever o que vai ser da minha vida. E isso dah medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a unica paranoica neste mundo, ou alguem, neste grande buraco negro da internet, tambem tem esse medo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-6001868506895003239?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/6001868506895003239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=6001868506895003239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6001868506895003239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6001868506895003239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/06/desabafo-e-agora-jose.html' title='Desabafo: E agora, Jose?'/><author><name>Monica Lunardelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390693601613463866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfWkY54Rg/TiTqjbf0pjI/AAAAAAAAAko/TYBroml1PXc/s1600/dsc_4343.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5873027259766830570</id><published>2011-06-16T13:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:21:59.171-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><title type='text'>Receita semana 1 - Cheesecake de goiabada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-no8EKFdlMlk/Tfpc2KVhfTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kZsHn1gkj9s/s1600/livro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-no8EKFdlMlk/Tfpc2KVhfTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kZsHn1gkj9s/s640/livro.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha receita diferente dessa semana, de acordo com as metas do post anterior, eu resolvi fazer um doce. A principio, a minha idéia era fazer bolinho de petit gateau, mas o Rob falou que está muito calor pra comer uma sobremesa quente. Verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, resolvi abrir o meu livro de Receitas do Lion House e me inspirar. Vi uma foto gigante de um Cheesecake, e na hora sabia que era isso o que eu queria! Depois não sabia o que colocar como cobertura, mas o Rob sugeriu goiabada, e dito e feito! A combinação de cheesecake (queijo) com goiabada ficou perfeita. E pra ninguém ficar com vontade, aqui vai a receita.&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/-ksvIAJ3EFvM/Tfpc7e6IsTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cikOFKa_k6E/s1600/final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksvIAJ3EFvM/Tfpc7e6IsTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cikOFKa_k6E/s640/final.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheesecake com goiabada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massa:&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 xíc. bolacha Maria triturada&lt;br /&gt;6 col. sopa de manteiga&lt;br /&gt;3 col. sopa de açúcar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recheio:&lt;br /&gt;3 tabletes de cream cheese (cada um tem cerca de 220g)&lt;br /&gt;1&amp;nbsp;xíc.&amp;nbsp;açúcar&lt;br /&gt;3 ovos&lt;br /&gt;3/4 col. sobremesa de baunilha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobertura (nao me peca as medidas! Foi no olhometro):&lt;br /&gt;Goiabada&lt;br /&gt;água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misture todos os ingredientes da massa e espalhe no fundo de uma forma redonda de cerca de 25cm de diâmetro (10 inches). Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Amoleça o cream cheese (eu sempre coloco no microondas por 1 min.), e bata até ficar cremoso. Adicione o açúcar aos poucos. Adicione ovo por ovo, batendo sempre. Por último, adicione a baunilha. Coloque o recheio na forma, e asse por 1 hora num forno pré-aquecido a 300 graus (Farenheit).&lt;br /&gt;Cobertura: Ponha a água numa panela, e deixe ferver. Adicione a goiabada e mexa até ficar com uma textura de geléia. Coloque por cima do cheesecake já cozido. Coloque na geladeira até gelar. Sirva!&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/-SfwFB9c7sAA/Tfpc9EpvKDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Bs2z2czPFbU/s1600/antesedepois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfwFB9c7sAA/Tfpc9EpvKDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Bs2z2czPFbU/s640/antesedepois.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto do antes e depois do Rob ver que eu estava tirando fotos do cheesecake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5873027259766830570?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5873027259766830570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5873027259766830570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5873027259766830570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5873027259766830570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/06/receita-semana-1-cheesecake-de-goiabada.html' title='Receita semana 1 - Cheesecake de goiabada.'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-no8EKFdlMlk/Tfpc2KVhfTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kZsHn1gkj9s/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-948837826169518276</id><published>2011-06-14T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:06:05.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Wishlist de verão</title><content type='html'>Eu publiquei no meu outro blog (que eu ainda não divulguei para o mundo porque estou tentando acertar o que quero fazer) uma lista das coisas que quero fazer neste verão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, né? Todo verão é a mesma coisa. Eu prometo a mim mesma um milhão de coisas, desde "vou organizar todo o meu guarda-roupas" até "esse verão eu aprendo a tocar violão". E aí, eu me prometo tantas, mas tantas coisas, que fico até cansada de ver a lista interminável de coisas que quero fazer, a acabo não fazendo nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, nestes 3 meses que ainda me restam, coloquei 10 coisinhas na minha lista. Não são difíceis, porque tentei ser mais generosa comigo mesma. Aqui estão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fazer o meu jardinzinho de temperinhos e tomates que o Rob tanto quer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Terminar o scrapbook que estou fazendo com as viagens que fizemos desde 2007 até 2011 (este ano) aqui nos States.&lt;br /&gt;3. Aprender de vez como usar a minha máquina fotográfica.&lt;br /&gt;4. Aprender uma receitinha nova toda semana - sair do mais do mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;5. Acampar.&lt;br /&gt;6. Me fazer de turista por um dia aqui em Utah (porque tem muita coisa que ainda não fiz aqui).&lt;br /&gt;7. Desenhar e escrever de novo (de vez em quando, quando der vontade).&lt;br /&gt;8. Curtir o clima maravilhoso e quente do lado de fora, rolando na grama, quando possível.&lt;br /&gt;9. Voltar a fazer caminhadas no pôr-do-sol.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ler cinco livros "clássicos", daqueles que você tem que ter na sua estante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não são milhares de coisas, né? E algumas metas já estão a caminho. Estou terminando de ler o livro "Jane Eyre", de Charlotte Bronte (lá se vai o primeiro dos cinco livros). Também vou fazer hoje &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/anne-burrell/molten-chocolate-cake-with-crushed-candy-canes-recipe/index.html"&gt;essa receita do Food Network de Chocolate Molten Cake&lt;/a&gt;, que há tempos estou babando de vontade, e já fiz as primeiras páginas do meu scrapbook. Está bom, né? Mais tarde eu volto e conto como é que andam as coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-948837826169518276?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/948837826169518276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=948837826169518276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/948837826169518276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/948837826169518276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/06/wishlist-de-verao.html' title='Wishlist de verão'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-3479545871288072573</id><published>2011-06-02T09:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:33:34.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Nenezinho</title><content type='html'>Antes que alguém pense que o nenezinho seja meu, vamos deixar as coisas claras: Não, eu não estou grávida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vocês viram num dos posts anteriores, a Paula estava MUITO grávida, e neste último sabado o Alvin nasceu, bem grandão e fofo, as 8h20 da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sabado a tarde, fomos visitá-los com um potinho cheio de pão de queijo (ou pelo menos estava quando saimos, né? A Tamara e o Rob não resistiram e filaram alguns no caminho). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheçam o Alvin, bem fresquinho e recém-chegado a esse mundão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nMB_3WEwSQ/Teesj0ML9MI/AAAAAAAABq4/SzgXDiOfuM8/s1600/FxCam_1306626578839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nMB_3WEwSQ/Teesj0ML9MI/AAAAAAAABq4/SzgXDiOfuM8/s400/FxCam_1306626578839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613645191845770434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essa sou eu, segurando o bebê. Tem coisa mais gostosa do que segurar um bebezinho fresquinho, recém-chegado? Nessa foto ele mal tinha completado 8 horas de vida. Tinha acabado de sair do forninho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXzZOo9BfIs/Tees2_nOcXI/AAAAAAAABrA/NJn3v_qb_xA/s1600/IMAG0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXzZOo9BfIs/Tees2_nOcXI/AAAAAAAABrA/NJn3v_qb_xA/s400/IMAG0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613645521329484146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabens Paula e Dennis pelo nenezinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Fotos do celular mesmo, né? Porque o Rob monopolizou o computador recentemente (por uma boa causa), e eu não estou podendo brincar nas fotos como eu geralmente faço... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-3479545871288072573?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/3479545871288072573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=3479545871288072573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3479545871288072573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3479545871288072573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/06/nenezinho.html' title='Nenezinho'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nMB_3WEwSQ/Teesj0ML9MI/AAAAAAAABq4/SzgXDiOfuM8/s72-c/FxCam_1306626578839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-8894184094203373470</id><published>2011-05-20T17:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:22:36.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Os Dintofs</title><content type='html'>Antes de ontem recebi a visita dessa familia, super querida. Em troca de um tour pela BYU, eles me pagaram um jantar no Outback. Acho que estah bom, neh? rs. Padrinhos sao para isso! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9cuf7Tm5pI/Tdb7WGRidVI/AAAAAAAABqk/cLZc8o9tQg0/s1600/DSC_0700-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="425" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608946742996399442" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9cuf7Tm5pI/Tdb7WGRidVI/AAAAAAAABqk/cLZc8o9tQg0/s640/DSC_0700-2.jpg" style="display: block; height: 266px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-8894184094203373470?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/8894184094203373470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=8894184094203373470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/8894184094203373470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/8894184094203373470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/05/antes-de-ontem-recebi-visita-dessa.html' title='Os Dintofs'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9cuf7Tm5pI/Tdb7WGRidVI/AAAAAAAABqk/cLZc8o9tQg0/s72-c/DSC_0700-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-6688200536890016047</id><published>2011-05-17T22:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:45:42.197-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Paula e Dennis</title><content type='html'>Eu estou virando a fotografa oficial da galera. Antes eu era soh da Raquel e do Junior, mas como eles resolveram desbandar para outros cantos, eu resolvi expandir a clientela! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Paula estah pra dar a luz esta semana (vem, nenezinho!), mas enquanto isso nao acontece, por que nao registrar o momento da gravidez, nao eh verdade? Hoje no final da tarde nos fomos tirar algumas fotos. Estou impressionada com a quantidade de fotos boas que consegui tirar em tao pouco tempo (a chuva nos interrompeu depois de uns 15 minutos de fotos). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai uma amostrinha pra voces, algumas das minhas prediletas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRHo-qhV_3I/TdNNwNyDCxI/AAAAAAAABn4/zQQ74-VAGUw/s1600/DSC_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRHo-qhV_3I/TdNNwNyDCxI/AAAAAAAABn4/zQQ74-VAGUw/s400/DSC_0740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607911451735034642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spBnDEnARnY/TdNN_VrgvOI/AAAAAAAABoA/Hu0dWB9d0Eo/s1600/DSC_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spBnDEnARnY/TdNN_VrgvOI/AAAAAAAABoA/Hu0dWB9d0Eo/s400/DSC_0752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607911711553141986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7B9xICtztSQ/TdNOHZhLIaI/AAAAAAAABoI/Qspv_wOZTKE/s1600/DSC_0721-22-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7B9xICtztSQ/TdNOHZhLIaI/AAAAAAAABoI/Qspv_wOZTKE/s400/DSC_0721-22-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607911850022478242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDqeX-yKUG8/TdNORhlJtoI/AAAAAAAABoQ/8Ks8isPfMlU/s1600/DSC_0765-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDqeX-yKUG8/TdNORhlJtoI/AAAAAAAABoQ/8Ks8isPfMlU/s400/DSC_0765-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607912023985337986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2dm6TUj7tc/TdNOYlFaVkI/AAAAAAAABoY/26y8Kmi3fhM/s1600/DSC_0763-64-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2dm6TUj7tc/TdNOYlFaVkI/AAAAAAAABoY/26y8Kmi3fhM/s400/DSC_0763-64-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607912145185035842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGP8ud8Tvj0/TdNOeyfpwTI/AAAAAAAABog/Qi58gespogg/s1600/DSC_0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGP8ud8Tvj0/TdNOeyfpwTI/AAAAAAAABog/Qi58gespogg/s400/DSC_0773.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607912251863974194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Paula eh uma das donas-de-casa mais cuidadosas que eu jah conheci. Nunca vi alguem pra pensar em todos os detalhes! Hoje, quando cheguei na casa dela, me deparei com isso: melancias cortadas com formato de coracao. Eh ou nao eh super fofo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIolt6lQW9E/TdNO0j8OkVI/AAAAAAAABoo/4ZqEGnz9ebA/s1600/DSC_0712-13-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIolt6lQW9E/TdNO0j8OkVI/AAAAAAAABoo/4ZqEGnz9ebA/s400/DSC_0712-13-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607912625914417490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Galera, aproveitem que estou tirando fotos de graca! hahaha. Eh soh ligar pra mim que a gente vai e brinca de fotografia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-6688200536890016047?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/6688200536890016047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=6688200536890016047&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6688200536890016047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6688200536890016047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/05/paula-e-dennis.html' title='Paula e Dennis'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRHo-qhV_3I/TdNNwNyDCxI/AAAAAAAABn4/zQQ74-VAGUw/s72-c/DSC_0740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2295781153901885380</id><published>2011-05-14T22:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:28:09.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><title type='text'>Dia das maes</title><content type='html'>O nosso dia das maes nao passou em branco. Domingo foi a vespera do aniversario da Tamara, por isso chamei ela e o maridinho pra virem almocar aqui em casa, em comemoracao ao niver dela e ao dia das maes -- sem mae! :) (Podemos comemorar tambem o dia das futuras mamaes, neh? Eu e ela... mas enfim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz estrogonofe de frango, arroz, saladinha, buttery rolls (uns paezinhos maravilhosos) e pudim de leite, a sobremesa predileta do Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mesa posta... Ateh coloquei uma florzinha no centro pra enfeitar. Essa eh a rosa que eu ganhei na igreja por ser "uma mamae em potencial" rsrsrs. Eu queria tirar foto da comida, mas quando lembrei jah era tarde... Nao sobrou quase nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G007HymSuvI/Tc9VwBRXPQI/AAAAAAAABnc/iOCW9vvBJcM/s1600/DSC_0675-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G007HymSuvI/Tc9VwBRXPQI/AAAAAAAABnc/iOCW9vvBJcM/s400/DSC_0675-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606794344562900226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso dia das maes nao passou tao em branco assim. O Marcio e a Clelia vieram nos visitar! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni5Xe3-xudA/Tc9WEP9rViI/AAAAAAAABnk/GE99wbhtvPs/s1600/DSC_0677-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni5Xe3-xudA/Tc9WEP9rViI/AAAAAAAABnk/GE99wbhtvPs/s400/DSC_0677-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606794692104246818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu falei com a minha mamis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUbFb-azeAw/Tc9WQlyAlqI/AAAAAAAABns/oO3Feq1jUtU/s1600/DSC_0679-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUbFb-azeAw/Tc9WQlyAlqI/AAAAAAAABns/oO3Feq1jUtU/s400/DSC_0679-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606794904119318178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2295781153901885380?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2295781153901885380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2295781153901885380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2295781153901885380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2295781153901885380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-das-maes.html' title='Dia das maes'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G007HymSuvI/Tc9VwBRXPQI/AAAAAAAABnc/iOCW9vvBJcM/s72-c/DSC_0675-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-7462826597397650490</id><published>2011-04-22T15:41:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:59:59.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Muitas e muitas fotos</title><content type='html'>[CLIQUE NAS FOTOS PARA AMPLIAR] Eu ando empolgada com a minha maquina, e agora com toda essa coisa de primavera acontecendo por aqui, eu nao me canso de clicar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vao algumas fotos que tirei nos ultimos dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primavera chegou, e com ela meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-90rPvjXrOwM/TbH3a-NTzqI/AAAAAAAABmc/Fbelu-0xU6Q/s1600/modified4%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-90rPvjXrOwM/TbH3a-NTzqI/AAAAAAAABmc/Fbelu-0xU6Q/s400/modified4%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598527854545718946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaqFOk5Sui0/TbH2fY2l7lI/AAAAAAAABl0/NRfxOEDX7sk/s1600/modified5%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaqFOk5Sui0/TbH2fY2l7lI/AAAAAAAABl0/NRfxOEDX7sk/s400/modified5%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598526830906043986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzFK9EKgYd4/TbH2l3IMoII/AAAAAAAABl8/NU97A1zhwbs/s1600/modified3%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzFK9EKgYd4/TbH2l3IMoII/AAAAAAAABl8/NU97A1zhwbs/s400/modified3%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598526942112161922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem tem irma linda nao precisa de modelo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8sF0EXay_j8/TbH2-z3WXhI/AAAAAAAABmM/ElTTa5NIONI/s1600/modified9%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8sF0EXay_j8/TbH2-z3WXhI/AAAAAAAABmM/ElTTa5NIONI/s400/modified9%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598527370732920338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vlr_V-KAFk/TbH3R1oD-KI/AAAAAAAABmU/gxDWIzluCAs/s1600/modified1%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vlr_V-KAFk/TbH3R1oD-KI/AAAAAAAABmU/gxDWIzluCAs/s400/modified1%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598527697623185570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hx8hcTpcyPo/TbH4TKR-LOI/AAAAAAAABms/gNZqiiGvihw/s1600/modified12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hx8hcTpcyPo/TbH4TKR-LOI/AAAAAAAABms/gNZqiiGvihw/s400/modified12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598528819859172578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui vai uma foto minha (pro perfil do Facebook! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6T6JTj1k1g0/TbH3koOEGnI/AAAAAAAABmk/KnvVyJQG20c/s1600/modified14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6T6JTj1k1g0/TbH3koOEGnI/AAAAAAAABmk/KnvVyJQG20c/s400/modified14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598528020441995890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por ultimo... As fotos que tirei da baby Phillips! A Fernanda e o Chad tiveram uma bebezinha recentemente, a coisa mais fofa! Aproveitei pra tirar algumas fotos dela enquanto dormia mesmo. Queria muito fazer um album assim para os meus sobrinhos, que estao super longe (e o Miguelzinho ainda estah na barriguinha da mamae, entao fica dificil), mas enquanto nao posso vou tirando as fotos dos sobrinhos dos outros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIo7OFw9FhI/TbH48WdwvbI/AAAAAAAABnU/suGZQRZUapg/s1600/dsc_06782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIo7OFw9FhI/TbH48WdwvbI/AAAAAAAABnU/suGZQRZUapg/s400/dsc_06782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598529527504485810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rEOQ4yxxvA/TbH41lUI-6I/AAAAAAAABnM/gk4uLf2nMjs/s1600/dsc_0697b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rEOQ4yxxvA/TbH41lUI-6I/AAAAAAAABnM/gk4uLf2nMjs/s400/dsc_0697b.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598529411231579042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDEvxWzZxak/TbH4u_yo6hI/AAAAAAAABnE/4FCpP9FoE9c/s1600/dsc_0666a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDEvxWzZxak/TbH4u_yo6hI/AAAAAAAABnE/4FCpP9FoE9c/s400/dsc_0666a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598529298079738386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jmpDi6E6Sc/TbH4opEb1iI/AAAAAAAABm8/qXyZI0G1XBg/s1600/dsc_0654a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jmpDi6E6Sc/TbH4opEb1iI/AAAAAAAABm8/qXyZI0G1XBg/s400/dsc_0654a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598529188901148194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exqiOH499AM/TbH4kMVMUII/AAAAAAAABm0/HAPs7Ap1-Lk/s1600/dsc_0651b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exqiOH499AM/TbH4kMVMUII/AAAAAAAABm0/HAPs7Ap1-Lk/s400/dsc_0651b.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598529112467329154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-7462826597397650490?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/7462826597397650490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=7462826597397650490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7462826597397650490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7462826597397650490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/04/muitas-e-muitas-fotos.html' title='Muitas e muitas fotos'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-90rPvjXrOwM/TbH3a-NTzqI/AAAAAAAABmc/Fbelu-0xU6Q/s72-c/modified4%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-6861600795356520226</id><published>2011-04-22T15:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:24:37.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visita da familia'/><title type='text'>Bye bye... saudade</title><content type='html'>Essas ultimas semanas foram extremamente intensas (nota-se pela minha ausencia aqui). Minha irmazinha casou, mamis ficou aqui em casa comigo, visita da familia, provas finais da facul... Nao sei como sobrevivi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos por partes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O casamento da Tamara foi lindo, num restaurante com paredes de vidro que dava pra ver todas as montanhas e a cidade de Salt Lake. Ela tambem estava linda, e como uma boa irma mais velha chorei bastante. Eh dificil ver a minha irmazinha, aquela que eu sempre tentei ensinar tudo (inclusive a gostar de Silverchair e a ler Harry Potter), como uma mulher de verdade, dona de sua propria casa, esposa de alguem. Pra mim, ela vai ser sempre a Bebe Beti. Mas neste ponto, tudo o que posso fazer eh torcer pra que ela seja a pessoa mais feliz desse planeta, jah que nao desejo nada menos do que isso para esse casal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirei mais de 400 (voce leu certo) fotos do casamento dela. Coloquei as minhas prediletas no meu album do Facebook. Mas a minha predileta mesmo foi a que o fotografo oficial do casamento tirou, essa daqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BxnAdD72Tg/TbHtUzL9y-I/AAAAAAAABlQ/yntiPIkZbiE/s1600/206663_10150540086270034_692550033_17981972_4286213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BxnAdD72Tg/TbHtUzL9y-I/AAAAAAAABlQ/yntiPIkZbiE/s400/206663_10150540086270034_692550033_17981972_4286213_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598516753391799266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho duas irmas muito lindas, e nao importa quem case, mude de pais, se rebele, continuaremos sempre unidas. E sim, eu estava usando um sobre-tudo rosa choque. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai, a esposa dele, a Marina, minha mae e a vovis do meu coracao vieram todos para o casamento. Ri como nunca, e matei um pouquinho de saudade dessas pessoas que tanto amo. Logico, jah estou com saudades de novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poderosa chefona, vulgo vovoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5PZN8M6f5M/TbHvVzAtzUI/AAAAAAAABlY/UUgZPbwKZr0/s1600/date%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5PZN8M6f5M/TbHvVzAtzUI/AAAAAAAABlY/UUgZPbwKZr0/s400/date%2B%25281%2Bof%2B1%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598518969547738434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do casorio, o povo se desbandou pro Brasil, mas a minha mamis ficou aqui em casa, com a unica missao de me mimar ao maximo. Eu amei. Conversamos bastante, fizemos comprinhas de meninas (muitos cremes, muita Sephora, muito shopping!), e cozinhamos juntas. Mas pra mim a melhor parte foi aprender um pouco mais sobre essa mulher nobre, forte e lutadora que eu tenho o prazer de chamar de mae.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nao importa quantos anos se passem, acho que nunca vou terminar de aprender com ela. E agora mais do que nunca a admiro por ter se tornado a pessoa maravilhosa que eh hoje, e por ter me proporcinado a melhor infancia e adolescecia que alguem poderia ter, sempre me levando pra cima e pra baixo. Mae, te amo e devo tudo a voce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2V7zsIPqZXM/TbHww3ABC4I/AAAAAAAABlg/PQHsMcIRWX0/s1600/date.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2V7zsIPqZXM/TbHww3ABC4I/AAAAAAAABlg/PQHsMcIRWX0/s400/date.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598520533986642818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi embora ontem, e jah estou com saudades. A pior parte eh a hora de dar tchau. Mas um dia eu volto pro Brasil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a pedidos, aqui vai uma foto de corpo inteiro, mostrando a roupa que estava usando no casorio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--n6G5leQusY/TbHxWELe4yI/AAAAAAAABlo/ccDEJDqqEyw/s1600/file21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--n6G5leQusY/TbHxWELe4yI/AAAAAAAABlo/ccDEJDqqEyw/s400/file21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598521173179556642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-6861600795356520226?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/6861600795356520226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=6861600795356520226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6861600795356520226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6861600795356520226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/04/bye-bye-saudade.html' title='Bye bye... saudade'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BxnAdD72Tg/TbHtUzL9y-I/AAAAAAAABlQ/yntiPIkZbiE/s72-c/206663_10150540086270034_692550033_17981972_4286213_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-7912696843058818340</id><published>2011-03-28T11:51:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:59:48.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visita da familia'/><title type='text'>Cha de panela - a saga do casorio continua</title><content type='html'>Ateh a Tamara casar, voces ainda verao muitos posts relacionados a casamento por aqui! Sabado foi o cha de panela dessa criaturinha. Como foi de manha, ela serviu cafe-da-manha (que estava muito yummy) para os convidados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vao alguns dos momentos divertidos da festa (pelo menos pra mim!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco do que rolou pra comer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFOw2jM741k/TZDO0hNZB7I/AAAAAAAABlA/UGMF-InaHsM/s1600/DSC_0005a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFOw2jM741k/TZDO0hNZB7I/AAAAAAAABlA/UGMF-InaHsM/s400/DSC_0005a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589194539229841330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y967PLgFe4I/TZDOwqg5gSI/AAAAAAAABk4/cPca-mUFQOo/s1600/DSC_0001a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y967PLgFe4I/TZDOwqg5gSI/AAAAAAAABk4/cPca-mUFQOo/s400/DSC_0001a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589194473008103714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "BRIDE" se arrumando, e a mae babando atras, pensando "ai que linda a minha filha!" Essa foto nao eh super fofa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ed_FWEqPcr0/TZDLbDlNDnI/AAAAAAAABjY/ch_2qKfVMWM/s1600/DSC_0028a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ed_FWEqPcr0/TZDLbDlNDnI/AAAAAAAABjY/ch_2qKfVMWM/s400/DSC_0028a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589190803245043314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom tambem porque eu pude ficar um pouco com a minha mamis linda, que estah nos visitando. Ela nao quis mandar beijinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KJA1WsBHA0/TZDOjzgnRkI/AAAAAAAABkw/jUqa29Vx2gc/s1600/DSC_0021a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KJA1WsBHA0/TZDOjzgnRkI/AAAAAAAABkw/jUqa29Vx2gc/s400/DSC_0021a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589194252084528706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2x4SmWRIqA/TZDMPfB_xSI/AAAAAAAABkI/yT9tSySF7qQ/s1600/DSC_00032a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2x4SmWRIqA/TZDMPfB_xSI/AAAAAAAABkI/yT9tSySF7qQ/s400/DSC_00032a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589191703966762274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noiva pronta pra festa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DC036sHOF0Q/TZDMcjYCXbI/AAAAAAAABkQ/CGcjOa4h2vc/s1600/DSC_0036a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DC036sHOF0Q/TZDMcjYCXbI/AAAAAAAABkQ/CGcjOa4h2vc/s400/DSC_0036a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589191928471248306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Manon se divertindo com a Amandinha. A Manon fez esse passarinho de papel, e a Amanda estava dando a comidinha pro passaro. rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FP8Wn5lyxRo/TZDMqYLg4aI/AAAAAAAABkY/TJPNBzpidwk/s1600/DSC_0062a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FP8Wn5lyxRo/TZDMqYLg4aI/AAAAAAAABkY/TJPNBzpidwk/s400/DSC_0062a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589192165984100770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os presentinhos que eu dei pra Tamara. Um scoop de vaquinha e um conjunto de albuns para colocar as fotos de casamento, noivado e shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYfQGxO6kOk/TZDNRpuxYKI/AAAAAAAABkg/Jio58Mp8f6A/s1600/DSC_0095a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYfQGxO6kOk/TZDNRpuxYKI/AAAAAAAABkg/Jio58Mp8f6A/s400/DSC_0095a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589192840710283426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto era soh pra mostrar a vela que ela ganhou, mas acho que ficou tao legal (quem mandou ter irma bonita?) que eu fiz tres versoes dela. Qual a sua predileta? Preto-e-branco, colorida, ou retro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUh9c5Hr02s/TZDNmXDfJLI/AAAAAAAABko/EJVqJWMPsak/s1600/DSC_0088d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUh9c5Hr02s/TZDNmXDfJLI/AAAAAAAABko/EJVqJWMPsak/s400/DSC_0088d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589193196474148018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-7912696843058818340?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/7912696843058818340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=7912696843058818340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7912696843058818340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7912696843058818340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/03/cha-de-panela-saga-do-casorio-continua.html' title='Cha de panela - a saga do casorio continua'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFOw2jM741k/TZDO0hNZB7I/AAAAAAAABlA/UGMF-InaHsM/s72-c/DSC_0005a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5967064310163018039</id><published>2011-03-19T10:56:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:59:33.752-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Fotografia</title><content type='html'>Sabe crianca quando ganha brinquedo novo? Eu ando assim com a minha maquina, mas apesar de jah te-la desde janeiro, a minha lua-de-mel ainda nao acabou. Tiro foto de tudo. Ateh os cupcakes pra mim sao "inspiradores". hahahaha! Aqui vao algumas das minhas fotos de "teste da maquina".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUPCAKE!!! Amo, principalmente esse: Better than Whatever, do The Cocoa Bean. Nao dah vontade de comer soh de olhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywtq-DrA4eo/TYTmrbR-ZtI/AAAAAAAABig/-5ZeZJMmGIs/s1600/DSC_0004-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywtq-DrA4eo/TYTmrbR-ZtI/AAAAAAAABig/-5ZeZJMmGIs/s400/DSC_0004-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585843071578171090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores num jardim botanico em San Diego, na Calif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-1U9b4jQ4g/TYTngcKS5mI/AAAAAAAABio/Pfr4ujX-2Qk/s1600/DSC_0214a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-1U9b4jQ4g/TYTngcKS5mI/AAAAAAAABio/Pfr4ujX-2Qk/s400/DSC_0214a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585843982347462242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por-do-sol em San Diego. Depois o pessoal nao sabe porque eu nao queria voltar. Olha que nem usei Photoshop, Lightroom, nada disso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o29YQae3poQ/TYTn89_g75I/AAAAAAAABiw/k-AypL7iD2g/s1600/DSC_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o29YQae3poQ/TYTn89_g75I/AAAAAAAABiw/k-AypL7iD2g/s400/DSC_0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585844472465387410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas duas fotos foram para o The Daily Universe, o jornal da BYU. Uma eh a guria apresentando sobre o quadro que ela fez, outra foi uma apresentacao de danca latina que teve na faculdade. Acho que as duas foram publicadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FUs0iH0HcKs/TYTomJqfcMI/AAAAAAAABi4/LPuCz1KthRE/s1600/DSC_0025a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FUs0iH0HcKs/TYTomJqfcMI/AAAAAAAABi4/LPuCz1KthRE/s400/DSC_0025a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585845179973071042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfkc2iV8cfQ/TYToswpVnaI/AAAAAAAABjA/jVkgyMl5hPg/s1600/DSC_0132a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfkc2iV8cfQ/TYToswpVnaI/AAAAAAAABjA/jVkgyMl5hPg/s400/DSC_0132a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585845293516430754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5967064310163018039?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5967064310163018039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5967064310163018039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5967064310163018039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5967064310163018039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/03/fotografia.html' title='Fotografia'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywtq-DrA4eo/TYTmrbR-ZtI/AAAAAAAABig/-5ZeZJMmGIs/s72-c/DSC_0004-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-69942808790216549</id><published>2011-03-17T15:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:59:21.866-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><title type='text'>Bachelorette party</title><content type='html'>Estou cheia de fotos, nao consegui nem terminar de colocar as fotos da nossa viagem pra California, por isso vamos ver se consigo colocar as coisas em ordem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste ultimo sabado fui para Salt Lake, acompanhar as fotos de noivado da Tamara (sim, o bebe da familia estah casando!!!), e depois ir para a festinha dela de despedida de solteiro. Ela colocou o vestido e o sapato dela de casamento para eu poder ver, e posso dizer uma coisa: ela vai ser a noiva mais linda! E nao eh porque eh a minha irma nao. Tambem, ela eh linda de todos os jeitos, neh? rs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai um preview... O pezinho da noiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3TpFDmEUEQ/TYJ96q9GI_I/AAAAAAAABgw/bDILT0LjWWY/s1600/DSC_0349a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3TpFDmEUEQ/TYJ96q9GI_I/AAAAAAAABgw/bDILT0LjWWY/s400/DSC_0349a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585164934809265138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a festa de despedida de solteiro... Rolou muita besteira, e eu definitivamente nao vou publicar as fotos das coisas que ela ganhou *vergonha*, mas aqui dah pra ter uma ideia. Fomos ao Village Inn, um restaurante bem estilo americano mesmo, cheio de tortas, muito gostoso e porcoes gigantes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turminha animada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yD34p900CxQ/TYJ-uPp5J5I/AAAAAAAABg4/i5wz-BsgVfc/s1600/DSC_0365a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yD34p900CxQ/TYJ-uPp5J5I/AAAAAAAABg4/i5wz-BsgVfc/s400/DSC_0365a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585165820834162578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo o primeiro presente... Esse nao tem problema mostrar. Eram varias locoes e perfuminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAnO5Cxdi7s/TYJ-4S3DmZI/AAAAAAAABhA/MJkkcwdj9a8/s1600/DSC_0378a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAnO5Cxdi7s/TYJ-4S3DmZI/AAAAAAAABhA/MJkkcwdj9a8/s400/DSC_0378a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585165993493371282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Beti com a Melissa, uma amigona dela. A Melissa estah sendo super querida por organizar o cha de panela e ter organizado a despedida de solteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaeoYMyZ2Ys/TYJ_D0Kg8CI/AAAAAAAABhI/WUE8SSY_oDg/s1600/DSC_0406a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaeoYMyZ2Ys/TYJ_D0Kg8CI/AAAAAAAABhI/WUE8SSY_oDg/s400/DSC_0406a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585166191411916834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a foto das irmas... porque uma hora eu tive que sair de detras da camera, neh? rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0p2OARkhYcQ/TYJ_fJ88USI/AAAAAAAABhQ/4J8g1DAVjJQ/s1600/DSC_0432a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0p2OARkhYcQ/TYJ_fJ88USI/AAAAAAAABhQ/4J8g1DAVjJQ/s400/DSC_0432a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585166661117038882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-69942808790216549?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/69942808790216549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=69942808790216549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/69942808790216549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/69942808790216549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/03/bachelorette-party.html' title='Bachelorette party'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3TpFDmEUEQ/TYJ96q9GI_I/AAAAAAAABgw/bDILT0LjWWY/s72-c/DSC_0349a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-6306860903616088716</id><published>2011-03-17T14:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:03:34.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titios'/><title type='text'>Titios</title><content type='html'>Semana passada nasceu nosso primeiro sobrinho oficial, o Luigi. Dia 10 de marco, com 3.5kg e 48cm. A coisa mais gostosa desse mundo!!! Estou tao feliz. O amor de titia eh realmente diferente. A unica coisa que me deixa triste eh que ele estah longe, e nao posso pegar na colo e apertar bem gostoso do jeito que eu queria. Mas tudo bem, eu vou ser a tia que mora nos EUA e que dah presentinhos legais! Ele vai me amar do mesmo jeito... hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao eh soh porque estamos longe que deixamos de participar. Conhecemos o pequeno Luigi no dia que ele nasceu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2R-D9y87Is/TYJ1KnU2EuI/AAAAAAAABgQ/AseCFmsvszY/s1600/alltogether.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2R-D9y87Is/TYJ1KnU2EuI/AAAAAAAABgQ/AseCFmsvszY/s400/alltogether.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585155313108390626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha que coisinha mais fofa da titia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FALbqlX-Wuw/TYJ1Xd3i64I/AAAAAAAABgY/pkvPB9vBRX8/s1600/DSC_0305b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FALbqlX-Wuw/TYJ1Xd3i64I/AAAAAAAABgY/pkvPB9vBRX8/s400/DSC_0305b.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585155533907880834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, eu disse que nasceu nosso primeiro sobrinho oficial porque na verdade jah temos dois nao-oficiais que amamos como se fossemos os titios mesmo deles. Dia primeiro de marco (eita mes movimentado!) nasceu o Pedrinho, segundo filho do Jr. e da Raquel. Muito fofo, e a mesmissima cara do Gabriel quando ele nasceu! INCRIVEL! E alem de tudo ele parece um ursinho, passa o dia inteiro dormindo. Olha e ve se nao dah vontade de dormir abracadinho com esse ursinho fofo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJthZDJq9ig/TYJ164dCqbI/AAAAAAAABgg/5FA0w_6VoO4/s1600/DSC_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJthZDJq9ig/TYJ164dCqbI/AAAAAAAABgg/5FA0w_6VoO4/s400/DSC_0306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585156142339893682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o nosso outro sobrinho eh o Gabriel, que eu morro de saudades e fico super feliz cada vez que ele me chama de titia pelo Skype. Ele estah enorme, adora mostrar os carrinhos dele, e vive tagarelando. Lindo da tia! E olha essa boca cheia de dentes, ve se pode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4tw64Pb6o0/TYJ2aACfcKI/AAAAAAAABgo/_uAiHW_kmwY/s1600/gabe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4tw64Pb6o0/TYJ2aACfcKI/AAAAAAAABgo/_uAiHW_kmwY/s400/gabe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585156676951961762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao esses sao os meus sobrinhos, que amo do fundo do coracao mesmo. E em Junho chega o Miguel, pra completar a turminha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-6306860903616088716?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/6306860903616088716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=6306860903616088716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6306860903616088716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6306860903616088716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/03/titios.html' title='Titios'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2R-D9y87Is/TYJ1KnU2EuI/AAAAAAAABgQ/AseCFmsvszY/s72-c/alltogether.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1207153325123630214</id><published>2011-03-04T22:54:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:54:17.153-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><title type='text'>Parabens para mim, nessa data querida...</title><content type='html'>Entonces, ainda nao coloquei o resto das fotos da viagem pra California, mas nao poderia deixar de falar dessa data tao especial, o dia em que o mundo comemora 25 anos de pura Monica! Um quarto de seculo... Deprimente, neh? rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia comecou super bem. O Rob me mimou bastante, e mais mimada que isso eu jah comeco a ficar nojenta. rs. Falei com a familia, ganhei "parabens pra voce" internacional diversas vezes (mamis, vovis, familia Luna, etc...), ganhei cupcake duas vezes, sai pra jantar, got Jimmered (O Jimmer Fredette, o super famoso jogador de basquete da BYU, estava na mesa ao lado da que eu estava no restaurante!), ganhei presentes... Aqui vai um pedacinho do meu dia maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jah no cedo servico fizemos uma festinha. Hoje tambem eh aniversario da Marina, uma moca que trabalha com a gente. Alem disso varias pessoas do trampo fizeram aniversario essa semana, entao comemoramos nosso aniversario juntos. Amo o meu servico, serio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os aniversariantes, cada um com o seu respectivo cupcake e velinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHBCx9hNwbs/TXHRwHfE-nI/AAAAAAAABfQ/nhzq4r1EPiw/s1600/DSC_0328a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHBCx9hNwbs/TXHRwHfE-nI/AAAAAAAABfQ/nhzq4r1EPiw/s400/DSC_0328a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580472037862079090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu bolinho de aniversario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F1HheYNJo2k/TXHR5ujbw9I/AAAAAAAABfY/cMarDo6RFCA/s1600/DSC_0331a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F1HheYNJo2k/TXHR5ujbw9I/AAAAAAAABfY/cMarDo6RFCA/s400/DSC_0331a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580472202968155090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbRtZxcQVbM/TXHSC4aOwRI/AAAAAAAABfg/B8YFT7LuvGc/s1600/DSC_0304a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbRtZxcQVbM/TXHSC4aOwRI/AAAAAAAABfg/B8YFT7LuvGc/s400/DSC_0304a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580472360232730898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6lAbeYcdWTk/TXHSN5wwsLI/AAAAAAAABfo/-_K3w2D8muQ/s1600/DSC_0332a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6lAbeYcdWTk/TXHSN5wwsLI/AAAAAAAABfo/-_K3w2D8muQ/s400/DSC_0332a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580472549574226098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A galerinha do trampo na festinha (esse eh o break room lah do predio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj44-_jls3k/TXHSbSEazII/AAAAAAAABfw/U5Gi4b7fScg/s1600/DSC_0339a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj44-_jls3k/TXHSbSEazII/AAAAAAAABfw/U5Gi4b7fScg/s400/DSC_0339a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580472779437427842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois cheguei na redacao do Daily Universe, e o meu computador estava pronto pra festa, junto com um saquinho cheio de tootsie rolls. Achei tao querido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cRWbXaaoEs/TXHSqOBZ6WI/AAAAAAAABf4/ibc6KhOFr7Y/s1600/DSC_0341a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cRWbXaaoEs/TXHSqOBZ6WI/AAAAAAAABf4/ibc6KhOFr7Y/s400/DSC_0341a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580473036049082722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkTwBnOp8Gs/TXHSyQ4690I/AAAAAAAABgA/eRWfG0_Tzj0/s1600/DSC_0342a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkTwBnOp8Gs/TXHSyQ4690I/AAAAAAAABgA/eRWfG0_Tzj0/s400/DSC_0342a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580473174257760066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de fotos eh isso. Depois jantamos no Tucanos, e a Hellen super querida me deu um cupcake delicioso (porque ela conhece o meu vicio). O Rob ainda nao me deu o meu presente porque ele comprou online e ainda nao chegou, mas estou morrendo de curiosidade. Ele nao fala o que eh de jeito nenhum! Ai minha nossa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1207153325123630214?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/1207153325123630214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=1207153325123630214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1207153325123630214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1207153325123630214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/03/parabens-para-mim-nessa-data-querida.html' title='Parabens para mim, nessa data querida...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHBCx9hNwbs/TXHRwHfE-nI/AAAAAAAABfQ/nhzq4r1EPiw/s72-c/DSC_0328a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4156394874036493741</id><published>2011-02-26T11:51:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:16:15.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>museu Getty - Malibu, Calif.</title><content type='html'>Entao, depois que saimos da Disney, fomos para o museu Getty, que fica em Malibu. Clique &lt;a href="http://www.getty.edu/visit/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; pra ver o site deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao, soh o caminho pro museu jah foi um passeio a parte, neh? Passamos por Los Angeles, e por toda a praia de Malibu. Gente, ridiculo! Soh tem mansao de artista na beira daquela praia, e umas mansoes que nunca vi na vida! Enormes! A praia em si eh muito linda, cheia de colinas em volta, mas estava chovendo e nao tinha ninguem, nem a galera do Baywatch. rs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O museu em si eh muito legal. Foi o nosso momento cultura classica (cultura pop foi de manha na Disney) do dia. O Keith (ou Montana, como preferir) estah na pos-graduacao dele em estudos classicos, entao eh obvio que a ideia de visitar esse museu partiu dele. O museu eh construido nos moldes de uma casa grega classica, entao foi bem legal ver como seria. Logico, a casa de alguem rico, neh? Mas enfim... Tinham varias pecas e esculturas originais da epoca, mas os que ficavam no jardim eram replicas. O lugar era enorme! As pecas originais ficavam dentro da "casa", onde seriam os quartos, coisa assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpLd3LdWFr4/TWlPxw9VIdI/AAAAAAAABeA/C2QtpLpzRGM/s1600/DSC_0096aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpLd3LdWFr4/TWlPxw9VIdI/AAAAAAAABeA/C2QtpLpzRGM/s400/DSC_0096aa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578077329849393618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSsPH4KKHRQ/TWlP5pAIfTI/AAAAAAAABeI/f5y4j-PYN18/s1600/DSC_0102a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSsPH4KKHRQ/TWlP5pAIfTI/AAAAAAAABeI/f5y4j-PYN18/s400/DSC_0102a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578077465152617778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas fotos da "casa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFH3HaqocrM/TWlQqBdMjrI/AAAAAAAABeo/pDu60Q34wgo/s1600/DSC_0139a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFH3HaqocrM/TWlQqBdMjrI/AAAAAAAABeo/pDu60Q34wgo/s400/DSC_0139a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578078296350690994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukTvk_5WsT0/TWlQkGj4vJI/AAAAAAAABeg/htTRX_ETcz4/s1600/DSC_0136a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukTvk_5WsT0/TWlQkGj4vJI/AAAAAAAABeg/htTRX_ETcz4/s400/DSC_0136a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578078194641714322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3ItOR1h0Bw/TWlQck88CbI/AAAAAAAABeY/vZB9hVuPQcY/s1600/DSC_0108a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3ItOR1h0Bw/TWlQck88CbI/AAAAAAAABeY/vZB9hVuPQcY/s400/DSC_0108a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578078065360898482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4sq6gNRh8sc/TWlQRihv_jI/AAAAAAAABeQ/p7vd0zxfwpI/s1600/DSC_0097a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4sq6gNRh8sc/TWlQRihv_jI/AAAAAAAABeQ/p7vd0zxfwpI/s400/DSC_0097a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578077875731430962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv2LkrftUk8/TWlQ9mcqdxI/AAAAAAAABew/Av_eZ1GpThk/s1600/DSC_0094a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv2LkrftUk8/TWlQ9mcqdxI/AAAAAAAABew/Av_eZ1GpThk/s400/DSC_0094a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578078632698083090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amei as joias que as mulheres usavam. Eram lindas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgAgx4KLXzs/TWlRL7-D0aI/AAAAAAAABfA/t1aKbYncA0g/s1600/DSC_0135a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgAgx4KLXzs/TWlRL7-D0aI/AAAAAAAABfA/t1aKbYncA0g/s400/DSC_0135a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578078878993469858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uq60zgFux6U/TWlRHikuZaI/AAAAAAAABe4/KJddAejHaDk/s1600/DSC_0118a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uq60zgFux6U/TWlRHikuZaI/AAAAAAAABe4/KJddAejHaDk/s400/DSC_0118a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578078803456845218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse era o chao de umas das salas. Eu adorei o desenho dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqETV0IxdNE/TWlRcbiZ_NI/AAAAAAAABfI/yc-4k6e3t_0/s1600/DSC_0133a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqETV0IxdNE/TWlRcbiZ_NI/AAAAAAAABfI/yc-4k6e3t_0/s400/DSC_0133a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578079162345323730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4156394874036493741?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4156394874036493741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4156394874036493741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4156394874036493741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4156394874036493741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/02/museu-getty-malibu-calif.html' title='museu Getty - Malibu, Calif.'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpLd3LdWFr4/TWlPxw9VIdI/AAAAAAAABeA/C2QtpLpzRGM/s72-c/DSC_0096aa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4109571735861328008</id><published>2011-02-26T10:09:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T11:39:21.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>California - Disney</title><content type='html'>Entao, segunda passada foi feriado, e nos fizemos uma viagem rapidinha pra California. O Keith (Montana), nosso adotado, foi com a gente (ou nos fomos com ele? Enfim...). Nos fizemos muita, muita, mas muita coisa mesmo em apenas 3 dias, e eu tirei milhares de fotos. Pra facilitar a minha vida, vou fazer um milhao de posts separados. Tenham paciencia! rs. Agora eu soh vou colocar as fotos da Disneyland, que foi o nosso passeio no sabado de manha e parte da tarde (saimos de lah umas 2hs da tarde).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, viajamos de sexta a noite pra sabado. Chegamos na California umas 5 horas da manha. Tomamos um cafe-da-manha bomba no McDonalds (gente, devo ter engordado uns 5kg soh com aquele cafe-da-manha!), e ja fomos pra Disney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Disney foi tudo de bom e um pouco mais! Sabe aquilo que voce sempre sonhou desde crianca? Entao... Tiramos foto com o Mickey, fomos nas "aventuras" do Buzz Lightyear (pra quem nao sabe, Toy Story eh um dos meus filmes prediletos), fomos em montanha-russas, fizemos de tudo! O Rob ateh superou o trauma dele de montanha-russa e foi de novo. Foi magico!!!! E o bom eh que como nao fomos em alta temporada, nao pegamos filas quilometricas. Alguns brinquedos nem tinham fila! O maximo que demoramos pra entrar num brinquedo foi 20 minutos, que foi o do Indiana Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vao as fotos. Reparem na qualidade! Estou tao feliz com a minha maquina nova... :)&lt;br /&gt;(SE CLICAR NAS FOTOS, ELAS VAO AMPLIAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As duas criancas no trenzinho que leva do estacionamento (GIGANTESIMO! Nunca vi um estacionamento daquele tamanho) ateh o parque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iiAZKflOlro/TWk1VW8WXlI/AAAAAAAABaw/ppBon5AaJH0/s1600/DSC_00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iiAZKflOlro/TWk1VW8WXlI/AAAAAAAABaw/ppBon5AaJH0/s400/DSC_00101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578048254527299154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A entrada da felicidade! :) O meu era o Pateta! Tinha que ser, neh? Eu amo o Pateta. Do Rob era o Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHzEyec1RR0/TWk1eu2Yx4I/AAAAAAAABa4/_IfSR76mDqA/s1600/DSC_0013a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHzEyec1RR0/TWk1eu2Yx4I/AAAAAAAABa4/_IfSR76mDqA/s400/DSC_0013a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578048415563564930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zNt92WkYmI/TWk1wjt0eyI/AAAAAAAABbA/xlmGJizGy_o/s1600/DSC_0015a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zNt92WkYmI/TWk1wjt0eyI/AAAAAAAABbA/xlmGJizGy_o/s400/DSC_0015a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578048721812486946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Keith eh uma pessoinha interessante. Ele estava de roupa social na Disney. Vai entender! rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7Sk6MNeHao/TWk1_K8QmRI/AAAAAAAABbI/GtdfDk-8Q54/s1600/DSC_0018a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7Sk6MNeHao/TWk1_K8QmRI/AAAAAAAABbI/GtdfDk-8Q54/s400/DSC_0018a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578048972860201234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo na entrada tem essa plaquinha que diz "Aqui voce deixa o hoje e entra no mundo de ontem, amanha, e fantasia". Tao verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPUAQIBO8Jc/TWlE7aH35oI/AAAAAAAABdw/tnYIg6xmbBA/s1600/DSC_0040a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPUAQIBO8Jc/TWlE7aH35oI/AAAAAAAABdw/tnYIg6xmbBA/s400/DSC_0040a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578065400890386050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas das lojinhas de lah. Achei tao bonitinhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmEhYtScsyA/TWk2LOVHf6I/AAAAAAAABbQ/JGefeRxzOfw/s1600/DSC_0019a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmEhYtScsyA/TWk2LOVHf6I/AAAAAAAABbQ/JGefeRxzOfw/s400/DSC_0019a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578049179928199074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aXeZaY6EVY/TWk26xXkp4I/AAAAAAAABbo/nVm7gTcdSCY/s1600/DSC_0029a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aXeZaY6EVY/TWk26xXkp4I/AAAAAAAABbo/nVm7gTcdSCY/s400/DSC_0029a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578049996787591042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu eu adorei a placa dessa lojinha! Ela ficava mudando o sinal, muito fofo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FoNpSoptes/TWk3PObt_oI/AAAAAAAABb4/lJO3QYbUIUA/s1600/DSC_0038a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FoNpSoptes/TWk3PObt_oI/AAAAAAAABb4/lJO3QYbUIUA/s400/DSC_0038a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578050348186992258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw01lwZlN3E/TWk3I08TfgI/AAAAAAAABbw/t7A9o-f9Uvk/s1600/DSC_0036a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw01lwZlN3E/TWk3I08TfgI/AAAAAAAABbw/t7A9o-f9Uvk/s400/DSC_0036a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578050238265130498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas duas sao fotos que eles dao dos brinquedos que voce vai. A primeira sou eu e o Rob no brinquedo do Toy Story. Nos tinhamos que atirar em aliens. A segunda eh muito engracada! Olha a nossa cara! Era uma montanha russa no escuro, meio nave-espacial, parecia que voce estava viajando no espaco. Muito legal, mas muito medo tambem! Nao dava pra ver nada, a nao ser estrelinhas. Doido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C02oGf9zQxc/TWk3vbelDiI/AAAAAAAABcA/0tDxqbUGkA4/s1600/buzzlightyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C02oGf9zQxc/TWk3vbelDiI/AAAAAAAABcA/0tDxqbUGkA4/s400/buzzlightyear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578050901444464162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imV-D1ovRd0/TWk301Lq0KI/AAAAAAAABcI/-iGLj2rp2yU/s1600/CSC_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imV-D1ovRd0/TWk301Lq0KI/AAAAAAAABcI/-iGLj2rp2yU/s400/CSC_0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578050994243817634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto foi dentro do cinema 3D. Estava passando um filme com o Michael Jackson, e eh logico que o Rob quis assistir, neh? Ele eh super fa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4qth0UaJkI/TWk4IWny0LI/AAAAAAAABcQ/xC4-0c8yyH4/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4qth0UaJkI/TWk4IWny0LI/AAAAAAAABcQ/xC4-0c8yyH4/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578051329637666994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um brinquedo lah que eh do Procurando Nemo. Muito fofo! Eh um submarino que voce entra e faz um passeio, vendo os peixinhos e a historia do Nemo sendo contada pra voce. Eh realmente debaixo da agua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjwKig3qZrY/TWk4bZSQngI/AAAAAAAABcY/etApUK6fXcs/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjwKig3qZrY/TWk4bZSQngI/AAAAAAAABcY/etApUK6fXcs/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578051656770166274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVxXhAMLQNw/TWk4zRHcCFI/AAAAAAAABcg/Gsh-pKCK244/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVxXhAMLQNw/TWk4zRHcCFI/AAAAAAAABcg/Gsh-pKCK244/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578052066894153810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob brincou de carrinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1c_aYauvHdw/TWlCQ5HYW6I/AAAAAAAABco/c-fxvOyJtvE/s1600/DSC_0064a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1c_aYauvHdw/TWlCQ5HYW6I/AAAAAAAABco/c-fxvOyJtvE/s400/DSC_0064a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578062471452187554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha que legal as esculturas em forma de bicho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gC59LLBLGxg/TWlCm-hoobI/AAAAAAAABcw/QHdlyoZ-2VM/s1600/DSC_0068a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gC59LLBLGxg/TWlCm-hoobI/AAAAAAAABcw/QHdlyoZ-2VM/s400/DSC_0068a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578062850861605298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas fotos foram na vila do Mickey. Tudo lah era lindo, do jeito que eu sempre sonhei, e ainda do meu tamanho! hahaha. Pra pessoas pequenininhas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rBk7ojfuzzI/TWlDAz4aJoI/AAAAAAAABc4/w2c5wwZnY6g/s1600/DSC_0071a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rBk7ojfuzzI/TWlDAz4aJoI/AAAAAAAABc4/w2c5wwZnY6g/s400/DSC_0071a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578063294680934018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe67TRxLJAo/TWlDLZeSjRI/AAAAAAAABdA/2cDU9ZyLQxE/s1600/DSC_0074a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe67TRxLJAo/TWlDLZeSjRI/AAAAAAAABdA/2cDU9ZyLQxE/s400/DSC_0074a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578063476570623250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos tambem visitamos a casa do Mickey, e como um bom anfitriao ele tirou fotos com a gente. Ai, ele eh uma graca! Fiquei encantada!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOcTJeinKeY/TWlDUJ1e8aI/AAAAAAAABdI/r6DhTTHCIdc/s1600/DSC_0075a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOcTJeinKeY/TWlDUJ1e8aI/AAAAAAAABdI/r6DhTTHCIdc/s400/DSC_0075a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578063626991759778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtP3vBIBmEs/TWlDnOrBvkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/GJ54ytkh-kc/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtP3vBIBmEs/TWlDnOrBvkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/GJ54ytkh-kc/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578063954707594818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQheyX9QpkQ/TWlDssWvSwI/AAAAAAAABdY/xU3c905eh4w/s1600/DSC_0078a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQheyX9QpkQ/TWlDssWvSwI/AAAAAAAABdY/xU3c905eh4w/s400/DSC_0078a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064048574909186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu TIVE que tirar uma foto de frente ao castelo da Bela Adormecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEwY1AzNapE/TWlEBImk3GI/AAAAAAAABdg/xm6K9dP048Q/s1600/DSC_0079a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEwY1AzNapE/TWlEBImk3GI/AAAAAAAABdg/xm6K9dP048Q/s400/DSC_0079a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578064399754910818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitamos o Piratas do Caribe. Pra quem nao sabe, o filme foi baseado nessa atracao, e nao o contrario como geralmente acontece. Eu tirei fotos por dentro, mas nao ficaram legais porque era meio escuro. Esse foi um dos nossos prediletos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qA18vdR2Xqo/TWlEyaQ8psI/AAAAAAAABdo/2ZJCm6dwVxA/s1600/DSC_0084a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qA18vdR2Xqo/TWlEyaQ8psI/AAAAAAAABdo/2ZJCm6dwVxA/s400/DSC_0084a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578065246309623490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pateta dancando com o pato Donald! Dois lindos!! Fiquei encantada. Gente, eu amo o Pateta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjkDOkRsN9I/TWlFW1q7KdI/AAAAAAAABd4/gWIdMU32rfA/s1600/DSC_0091a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjkDOkRsN9I/TWlFW1q7KdI/AAAAAAAABd4/gWIdMU32rfA/s400/DSC_0091a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578065872141625810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas foram as melhores fotos da Disney. Por incrivel que pareca, essas nao sao todas as fotos, tem muito mais, mas acho que jah deu pra ter uma ideia, neh? Soh digo uma coisa: nao queria mais ir embora! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4109571735861328008?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4109571735861328008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4109571735861328008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4109571735861328008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4109571735861328008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/02/california-disney.html' title='California - Disney'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iiAZKflOlro/TWk1VW8WXlI/AAAAAAAABaw/ppBon5AaJH0/s72-c/DSC_00101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-8514787479857194468</id><published>2011-01-29T20:01:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:59:02.811-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>E a vida continua...</title><content type='html'>Pela sumida que eu dei aqui ja deu pra ver que as aulas comecaram, neh? Por isso, aqui vai uns updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob tem se matado de estudar, serio mesmo! E eu tambem ando muito cansada. Estou escrevendo para o The Daily Universe, o jornal da BYU. Eh para uma aula, mas a sensacao que eu tenho eh a de que essa eh mais um emprego de meio-periodo. Eu amo escrever para o jornal, amo estudar na BYU, e amo o meu emprego, mas tudo junto-agora-ao-mesmo-tempo nao esta rolando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda-feira tive a oportunidade (MARA! Gente, sou super fa!) de conversar com o Wagner Moura, o capitao Nascimento da minha vida, e entrevistar o Jose Padilha, diretor do Tropa de Elite 1 e 2. Sou super fa, e eles sao super de boa, nada de estrelismos. Ainda nao caiu a minha ficha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTWrUkaDCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ayTKi9ROJAQ/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTWrUkaDCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ayTKi9ROJAQ/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567811079080905762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportagem sobre a entrevista no jornal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTYjW9R7dI/AAAAAAAABZY/mt_jagGNSqk/s1600/news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTYjW9R7dI/AAAAAAAABZY/mt_jagGNSqk/s400/news.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567813141306404306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o meu crachazinho de reporter. Ai, gente! Que felicidade! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTZPJVOFNI/AAAAAAAABZg/sIrF0x5-cEY/s1600/news1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTZPJVOFNI/AAAAAAAABZg/sIrF0x5-cEY/s400/news1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567813893562963154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa eh que eu finalmente comprei uma maquina fotografica de verdade. Descobri o que eh amor de mae! hahahahahaha. Amo minha maquina de todo o coracao. Se ela nao fosse tao pesada e sensivel, carregaria para todos os lugares, e dormiria abracadinha com ela. Isso significa que a qualidade das fotos aqui ira aumentar muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse eh o meu bebe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTaQnfsObI/AAAAAAAABZo/m-hCzznaq6U/s1600/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTaQnfsObI/AAAAAAAABZo/m-hCzznaq6U/s400/camera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567815018351442354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essas sao algumas fotos testes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTbuktvnZI/AAAAAAAABZw/r4uNkLvHOEw/s1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTbuktvnZI/AAAAAAAABZw/r4uNkLvHOEw/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567816632512781714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTb3QoZAAI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Xlwz09eERl0/s1600/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTb3QoZAAI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Xlwz09eERl0/s400/temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567816781740441602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-8514787479857194468?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/8514787479857194468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=8514787479857194468&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/8514787479857194468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/8514787479857194468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-vida-continua.html' title='E a vida continua...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TUTWrUkaDCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ayTKi9ROJAQ/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1320930251692519663</id><published>2011-01-04T18:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:27:10.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Ano Novo!!!</title><content type='html'>A festa foi muito boa, regada a salmao, carne de porco, lentilha, salada, etc... plus, muitas sobremesas deliciosas. Passamos a festa com uma gauchada muito bacana. Tambem jogamos pimbolim, comemos, e jogamos Bang! ateh as 7hs da manha, sem mentira! E depois voltamos pra casa num frio desgracado de -21 graus celcius. Aqui vao as fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPH0UcWcqI/AAAAAAAABYQ/whYL50FRckU/s1600/DSCN1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPH0UcWcqI/AAAAAAAABYQ/whYL50FRckU/s400/DSCN1188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558506066760069794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPIPDaEc5I/AAAAAAAABYY/RRfgDeOpiek/s1600/ny01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPIPDaEc5I/AAAAAAAABYY/RRfgDeOpiek/s400/ny01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558506526043566994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPIgMjzvXI/AAAAAAAABYg/iRIEt7mVlGA/s1600/ny05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPIgMjzvXI/AAAAAAAABYg/iRIEt7mVlGA/s400/ny05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558506820558110066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPIpql9cXI/AAAAAAAABYo/KTLSB30y9yU/s1600/DSCN1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPIpql9cXI/AAAAAAAABYo/KTLSB30y9yU/s400/DSCN1191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558506983239020914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha quanta sobremesa! Tinha ateh mousse de maracuja... Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPIzYgRJ4I/AAAAAAAABYw/BvU8KZCzd0g/s1600/DSCN1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPIzYgRJ4I/AAAAAAAABYw/BvU8KZCzd0g/s400/DSCN1197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558507150182000514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1320930251692519663?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/1320930251692519663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=1320930251692519663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1320930251692519663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1320930251692519663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2011/01/ano-novo.html' title='Ano Novo!!!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TSPH0UcWcqI/AAAAAAAABYQ/whYL50FRckU/s72-c/DSCN1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2499855485843440698</id><published>2010-12-26T15:31:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:19:28.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>Esse natal foi animadissimo! Juntamos todos os casais que ficaram abandonados pelas suas familias e fizemos uma festa de arromba. Tinha muita comida!!! Jantamos na vespera, depois nos reunimos de novo no dia mesmo do natal pra comer, e tivemos que trazer um monte de comida pra casa. Tipo assim, perdemos a nocao! Tambem dancamos muito com um joguinho do Wii, jogamos Mario Kart, e botamos toda a conversa em dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em casa antes de ir para a festa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfGFLjm2TI/AAAAAAAABXA/OoIzby2UWfg/s1600/DSCN1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfGFLjm2TI/AAAAAAAABXA/OoIzby2UWfg/s400/DSCN1138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555126457688578354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larissa, a mascotinha do natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfGW1W0ySI/AAAAAAAABXI/AqNXPBwm0PE/s1600/DSCN1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfGW1W0ySI/AAAAAAAABXI/AqNXPBwm0PE/s400/DSCN1142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555126760967031074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Beti e o noivo dela, o Christian. Casal ternurinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfG9AcWk9I/AAAAAAAABXQ/rghjx-9qR8g/s1600/DSCN1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfG9AcWk9I/AAAAAAAABXQ/rghjx-9qR8g/s400/DSCN1154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555127416778036178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MESA! :) Nem tinha toda a comida na mesa porque nao cabia, parte dela ficou na cozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfHQlccnXI/AAAAAAAABXY/RjUv-kkltDg/s1600/DSCN1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfHQlccnXI/AAAAAAAABXY/RjUv-kkltDg/s400/DSCN1147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555127753128058226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfHkEOBsnI/AAAAAAAABXg/7oItKsdJmBg/s1600/DSCN1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfHkEOBsnI/AAAAAAAABXg/7oItKsdJmBg/s400/DSCN1148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555128087806587506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfH1HRjGZI/AAAAAAAABXo/7OlXfz7HmyY/s1600/DSCN1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfH1HRjGZI/AAAAAAAABXo/7OlXfz7HmyY/s400/DSCN1158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555128380684442002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob preparou essa carne e, nao eh porque foi o meu marido quem fez, mas estava uma delicia! Era picanha recheada de queijo e bacon. Nao durou cinco minutos na mesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfIFi-lERI/AAAAAAAABXw/boxsu5QzLWs/s1600/DSCN1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfIFi-lERI/AAAAAAAABXw/boxsu5QzLWs/s400/DSCN1150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555128662998978834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois o pessoal no rebolation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfJF4Y9WuI/AAAAAAAABYA/mZZMN_utsbI/s1600/DSCN1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfJF4Y9WuI/AAAAAAAABYA/mZZMN_utsbI/s400/DSCN1167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555129768258394850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfIabxUo2I/AAAAAAAABX4/_XV5LJWUGAk/s1600/DSCN1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfIabxUo2I/AAAAAAAABX4/_XV5LJWUGAk/s400/DSCN1162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555129021841580898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfJ6MQyvTI/AAAAAAAABYI/aKT5M_li_4w/s1600/DSCN1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfJ6MQyvTI/AAAAAAAABYI/aKT5M_li_4w/s400/DSCN1180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555130666946051378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmei um pouquinho os meninos dancando, soh faltou o Renan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/otZYOjudqq4?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2499855485843440698?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2499855485843440698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2499855485843440698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2499855485843440698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2499855485843440698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TRfGFLjm2TI/AAAAAAAABXA/OoIzby2UWfg/s72-c/DSCN1138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5457225859067449217</id><published>2010-12-21T12:45:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:58:45.793-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>A tal pior da neve dos ultimos tempos... caiu!</title><content type='html'>Tem nevado aqui em Provo desde a madrugada de segunda-feira, e soh parou de nevar agora, ao meio-dia da terca. Ontem a neve ainda estava derretendo, mas durante a madrugada nevou tanto, mas tanto, que hoje de manha eu fiquei de cara! Serio! Nunca tinha visto tanta neve assim aqui em Provo. A neve afundava ateh o meu joelho, e levamos um tempao pra conseguir desenterrar o carro de debaixo da neve. Uma aventura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vao algumas fotos (tiradas hoje do celular) pra voces verem como estava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De esquimo... rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGFylkg-I/AAAAAAAABWU/a1Hoctpd65Y/s1600/CIMG0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGFylkg-I/AAAAAAAABWU/a1Hoctpd65Y/s400/CIMG0050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553226512072999906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob resgatando o carro pra gente poder ir pro servico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGKWayYHI/AAAAAAAABWc/3Iwz1O6m8lM/s1600/CIMG0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGKWayYHI/AAAAAAAABWc/3Iwz1O6m8lM/s400/CIMG0052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553226590410924146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGWS_BnkI/AAAAAAAABWk/lucYw43mJCc/s1600/CIMG0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGWS_BnkI/AAAAAAAABWk/lucYw43mJCc/s400/CIMG0053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553226795647606338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rua como estava, e a visao da janela do meu servico. Nem dah pra ver as montanhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGcaBbx3I/AAAAAAAABWs/0XQvKB-stVo/s1600/CIMG0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGcaBbx3I/AAAAAAAABWs/0XQvKB-stVo/s400/CIMG0054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553226900615972722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGowBBF4I/AAAAAAAABW0/A6_jTuInab4/s1600/CIMG0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGowBBF4I/AAAAAAAABW0/A6_jTuInab4/s400/CIMG0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553227112678233986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5457225859067449217?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5457225859067449217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5457225859067449217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5457225859067449217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5457225859067449217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/12/tal-pior-da-neve-dos-ultimos-tempos.html' title='A tal pior da neve dos ultimos tempos... caiu!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TREGFylkg-I/AAAAAAAABWU/a1Hoctpd65Y/s72-c/CIMG0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1621082571303531455</id><published>2010-12-16T18:17:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:58:28.598-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Pelo tempo que eu estou fora deu pra ver que as coisas estao corridas, ne? Amanha eh o ultimo dia (GRACAS AOS CEUS) de prova, e eu finalmente serei livre... Por duas semanas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixando as reclamacoes de lado... Aconteceram varias coisas bacanas nesse tempo que estive fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve o cha de bebe da Renata, onde eu comi muita gelatina com leite condensado (e salada!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TQq6o0s713I/AAAAAAAABV0/_8NFuFsaw2Q/s1600/chadebebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TQq6o0s713I/AAAAAAAABV0/_8NFuFsaw2Q/s400/chadebebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551454701192206194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve uma neve do mal. Comecou a fazer um frio da desgraca do nada. Ai, gente! Eu quero praia! Neve eh coisa de pinguim... (essa foto eh no mesmo lugar que essa &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtrRYgAYdI/AAAAAAAABRs/8FSUxNSBDvM/s1600/DSCN1057.JPG"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Incrivel, neh?)Esses passos na neve sao meus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TQq7biqg38I/AAAAAAAABV8/rPIqqmu5vR0/s1600/CIMG0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TQq7biqg38I/AAAAAAAABV8/rPIqqmu5vR0/s400/CIMG0067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551455572523540418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tambem fui assistir o ballet do Nutcracker no Capitol Theater, em Salt Lake. Foi a coisa mais linda! As bailarinas, a historia, tudo, inclusive o teatro... Mas sem fotos pra lembrar. Ateh tirei, mas acabei deletando sem querer. Em pleno seculo 21 e a gente ainda fazendo essas mamonices de deletar foto sem querer. Fala serio, neh? Mas aqui vai uma de lambuja foto que o Google muito gentilmente me concedeu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TQq8SjQs9EI/AAAAAAAABWE/AGv0nKYkAGU/s1600/nutcracker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TQq8SjQs9EI/AAAAAAAABWE/AGv0nKYkAGU/s400/nutcracker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551456517576520770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por ultimo... Ontem me deu fome e saudade de casa, os dois super nada haver as 10 horas da noite. (eh isso o que acontece quando voce estuda muito, nao fica inteligente, fica doido!). Pra resolver os problemas de uma soh vez, fiz uma tapioquinha (receita do papitus). A foto nao esta muito boa, mas a tapioca com certeza estava! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TQq805LNEAI/AAAAAAAABWM/FLxfZQcWZcI/s1600/CIMG0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TQq805LNEAI/AAAAAAAABWM/FLxfZQcWZcI/s400/CIMG0063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551457107574591490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1621082571303531455?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/1621082571303531455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=1621082571303531455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1621082571303531455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1621082571303531455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TQq6o0s713I/AAAAAAAABV0/_8NFuFsaw2Q/s72-c/chadebebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2952827342400768019</id><published>2010-11-27T14:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:58:10.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriado'/><title type='text'>A tal da pior neve dos ultimos milhares de anos...</title><content type='html'>Entonces... No ultimo post eu falei que ia cair a pior tempestade de neve dos ultimos nao-sei-quantos anos aqui em Utah. Bom, quem ficou em Provo se desapontou, mas como o Rob e eu somos dois loucos, nos resolvemos viajar no meio da tempestade de neve. YAY! rs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando serio, o Keith tinha que pegar um voo em Salt Lake as 7hs da manha no dia seguinte, e por isso nos levamos ele para Salt Lake no meio da tempestade. No meio do caminho, passamos em Park City (afinal, porque nao subir as montanhas no meio de uma tempestade de neve, nao eh verdade?) porque o Keith queria ver um negocio na cidade. Pegamos a tempestade no pior momento dela. Foi ridiculo! Muita neve, nao dava pra ver nada. Calma, fomos e voltamos em seguranca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai uma foto e um video para voces verem como foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TPFzY_5Q3oI/AAAAAAAABVs/shd_NQG-sww/s1600/DSCN1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TPFzY_5Q3oI/AAAAAAAABVs/shd_NQG-sww/s400/DSCN1118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544339489575460482"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sim... Como voces podem perceber pelo video, estamos animados com o Natal. Fomos o caminho inteiro ouvindo musicas de natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="286" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46ef54d82d9322ae" 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://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46ef54d82d9322ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1376D5BD60DC9FE9107DF17469E4FE999D463B49.E494636384D0FA5610CFB30314F5C0412541EE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46ef54d82d9322ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DChoCFEyH9f-lSKpn-Pe1YovJic0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="340" height="286" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46ef54d82d9322ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1376D5BD60DC9FE9107DF17469E4FE999D463B49.E494636384D0FA5610CFB30314F5C0412541EE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46ef54d82d9322ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DChoCFEyH9f-lSKpn-Pe1YovJic0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2952827342400768019?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2952827342400768019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2952827342400768019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2952827342400768019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2952827342400768019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/11/tal-da-pior-neve-dos-ultimos-milhares.html' title='A tal da pior neve dos ultimos milhares de anos...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TPFzY_5Q3oI/AAAAAAAABVs/shd_NQG-sww/s72-c/DSCN1118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-3630366484525727862</id><published>2010-11-23T14:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:57:48.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Predio novo! YAY!</title><content type='html'>Pra quem nao sabe, eu trabalho para a BYU TV International, um dos canais de televisao da faculdade. Eu amo o meu emprego, mas antes estavamos num predio horroroso que funcionava como deposito da faculdade. SERIO! Mas finalmente a BYU teve piedade de nos, e acabou construindo um predio LINDO soh pros canais da universidade. Nao tem uma semana que a gente se mudou, e eu ja estou completamente apaixonada. Eh tudo tao novinho e lindo! O predio ainda estah cheirando a tinta, fora que ele eh enorme, espacoso, moderno, etc etc etc. Mas o que eu mais amo no predio novo eh isso aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOwzs_HjMzI/AAAAAAAABVk/IGYZa7J0n3Q/s1600/CIMG0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOwzs_HjMzI/AAAAAAAABVk/IGYZa7J0n3Q/s400/CIMG0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542862089336599346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha a visao que eu tenho!!! Eu trabalho bem de frente a essa janela e eh a coisa mais linda. Antes nem janela tinha, agora tenho esse painel maravilhoso. Me sinto ateh mais feliz! hahahaha. E isso porque eu tirei a foto de um angulo esquisito, mas do lugar mesmo onde eu sento consigo ver ateh mesmo o templo de Provo. Eu vou colocar mais fotos depois do predio pra voces verem. Tao lindo... rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e hoje esta para ter a pior tempestade de neve de nem sei quantos anos. Todo o comercio vai fechar para o pessoal poder ficar em casa, longe do perigo de dirigir numa tempestade dessas. MEDO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-3630366484525727862?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/3630366484525727862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=3630366484525727862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3630366484525727862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3630366484525727862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/11/predio-novo-yay.html' title='Predio novo! YAY!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOwzs_HjMzI/AAAAAAAABVk/IGYZa7J0n3Q/s72-c/CIMG0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-7861154317877250456</id><published>2010-11-20T22:16:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:39:40.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Xmas...</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu sai para comprar as bolinhas de natal da nossa arvore. Acabou que eu fui pra loja, fiquei vendo enfeites de natal, ouvindo cancoes de natal, e nao me aguentei e resolvi montar a arvore hoje. Nao iria aguentar esperar passar o Thanksgiving! :) Essa eh a minha epoca predileta do ano, e por mais que eu ODEIE neve, eu nao vejo a hora que comece a nevar pra ficar com mais cara de natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu chamei o Keith (Montana) pra nos ajudar. Montamos a arvore comendo paes de queijo bem quentinhos, tomando eggnog (o Rob tomou coca! rs), e ouvindo musicas de natal. A noite nao poderia ter sido mais perfeita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os elfos montando a arvore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOis3x4FbOI/AAAAAAAABUc/0QLMeI6qUnw/s1600/DSCN1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOis3x4FbOI/AAAAAAAABUc/0QLMeI6qUnw/s400/DSCN1102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541869415760751842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao de queijo quentinho e de verdade, nada de caixinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOitFj7D_GI/AAAAAAAABUk/PymznLOxtOQ/s1600/DSCN1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOitFj7D_GI/AAAAAAAABUk/PymznLOxtOQ/s400/DSCN1101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541869652533312610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui ligar as luzes da arvore e acabei ficando presa atras. MAGDA! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOitSkHCFeI/AAAAAAAABUs/Rs-_iOShuAA/s1600/DSCN1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOitSkHCFeI/AAAAAAAABUs/Rs-_iOShuAA/s400/DSCN1104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541869875921819106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja tem ateh um presentinho debaixo da arvore... Pra quem sera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiuApIm_nI/AAAAAAAABU8/HQWzskeFwyk/s1600/DSCN1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiuApIm_nI/AAAAAAAABU8/HQWzskeFwyk/s400/DSCN1109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541870667544591986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa eh a minha vilazinha de natal muito simpatica (que ainda estah muito abandonada, soh tem uma loja de brinquedos! hahahaha), e logo abaixo tem o meu presepio (que eu acabei mudando de lugar depois da foto. Ele acabou no movel da sala).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiug5Bi2qI/AAAAAAAABVE/6x41Hi-O-18/s1600/DSCN1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiug5Bi2qI/AAAAAAAABVE/6x41Hi-O-18/s400/DSCN1112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541871221565741730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiv2WbtyDI/AAAAAAAABVc/p49_Fr61Dn8/s1600/shot_1290313218405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiv2WbtyDI/AAAAAAAABVc/p49_Fr61Dn8/s400/shot_1290313218405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541872689749018674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema de morar num apartamento pequenininhozinhozinho eh que nao tem espaco pra arvore de natal. Depois de muito trabalho, e depois de muito mover a televisao, chegamos a um resultado final na sala, com o complemento do jogo de videogame na TV (rs). Gostaram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiu_qxogQI/AAAAAAAABVM/Uj5Kv5Q4dL0/s1600/DSCN1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiu_qxogQI/AAAAAAAABVM/Uj5Kv5Q4dL0/s400/DSCN1117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541871750316851458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOitwgf_o-I/AAAAAAAABU0/XYJirF79T_I/s1600/DSCN1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOitwgf_o-I/AAAAAAAABU0/XYJirF79T_I/s400/DSCN1111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541870390348850146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiviKJW2SI/AAAAAAAABVU/lCOOZG5Q79A/s1600/shot_1290313129020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOiviKJW2SI/AAAAAAAABVU/lCOOZG5Q79A/s400/shot_1290313129020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541872342853409058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de lambuja, o video da musica que dah o titulo a este post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cHh7pW29Fy8?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-7861154317877250456?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/7861154317877250456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=7861154317877250456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7861154317877250456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7861154317877250456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like-xmas.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Xmas...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TOis3x4FbOI/AAAAAAAABUc/0QLMeI6qUnw/s72-c/DSCN1102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1660960173865859931</id><published>2010-11-09T14:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:57:28.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visita da familia'/><title type='text'>Celebridade</title><content type='html'>Um post totalmente nada haver! rs. Papitos virou celebridade! hahaha. Estava eu em casa, quando recebi a revista da minha igreja, a Ensign, com os discursos da conferencia geral de outubro. Qual nao foi a minha surpresa quando eu encontrei o meu pai perdido no meio de uma das fotos?? Ri muito! Super inesperado. Pra quem tem a revista, ele esta na pag. 57, bem "onde esta wally" mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TNm8dsWxyzI/AAAAAAAABUU/AOLLo4Och-o/s1600/papis%2Bna%2Bensign.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TNm8dsWxyzI/AAAAAAAABUU/AOLLo4Och-o/s400/papis%2Bna%2Bensign.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537664435137661746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, esses paparazzi que nao deixam o meu papis em paz... rs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1660960173865859931?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/1660960173865859931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=1660960173865859931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1660960173865859931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1660960173865859931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/11/celebridade.html' title='Celebridade'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TNm8dsWxyzI/AAAAAAAABUU/AOLLo4Och-o/s72-c/papis%2Bna%2Bensign.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2162308521332481794</id><published>2010-10-31T19:25:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:57:08.879-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Sexta teve uma festa de Halloween no meu servico. Segundo o chefe, nos tinhamos que usar uma fantasia para poder comer (a Cassandra, uma mulher muito legal que trabalha com a gente, fez FEIJOADA!!!). Logico que eu quis entrar na brincadeira, mas nao queria gastar dinheiro com fantasia porque eu acho idiotice gastar dinheiro com um negocio que voce nunca mais vai usar. Acabou que eu fiz a minha propria fantasia (de deusa grega! UI!) com as coisas que eu jah tinha no meu guarda-roupas. Ficou tao legal que eu acabei ganhando o concurso de fantasia do trampo como melhor fantasia na categoria feminina. Nao esperava, serio! E o chefitos ainda deu 10 doletas de premio. ADOREI! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa eh a minha fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM4Yxt-362I/AAAAAAAABTU/WW-uNLMse-M/s1600/DSCN1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM4Yxt-362I/AAAAAAAABTU/WW-uNLMse-M/s400/DSCN1067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534388234520882018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventei de querer enrolar o cabelo. Foi um pesadelo! Ele desmanchava o tempo todo, mesmo com um super fixador, comprei o mais forte da loja. No final ele ficou onduladinho, acho que deu pro gasto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9I2EX1fTI/AAAAAAAABTc/RaeEPBnSoqE/s1600/DSCN1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9I2EX1fTI/AAAAAAAABTc/RaeEPBnSoqE/s400/DSCN1083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534722560785481010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na festinha com a galera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9KhSpgFFI/AAAAAAAABTs/XY1UuQ2DNdQ/s1600/DSCN1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9KhSpgFFI/AAAAAAAABTs/XY1UuQ2DNdQ/s400/DSCN1074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534724402863674450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prato MARAVILHOSO. Ai, saudade do Brasil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9LFWa7YeI/AAAAAAAABT0/oR88uufAbqY/s1600/DSCN1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9LFWa7YeI/AAAAAAAABT0/oR88uufAbqY/s400/DSCN1070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534725022351581666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse eh o David, que trabalha comigo. Ele estava fantasiado de emo, e acabou se empolgando com a fantasia. Resultado: eu virei a tatuadora dele. hahahaha! Trabalho nada, neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9LZ8ECa2I/AAAAAAAABT8/72hDfueHwt8/s1600/DSCN1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9LZ8ECa2I/AAAAAAAABT8/72hDfueHwt8/s400/DSCN1069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534725376053504866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9Lji7YhnI/AAAAAAAABUE/649-PjxO6zY/s1600/DSCN1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM9Lji7YhnI/AAAAAAAABUE/649-PjxO6zY/s400/DSCN1079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534725541105010290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2162308521332481794?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2162308521332481794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2162308521332481794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2162308521332481794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2162308521332481794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TM4Yxt-362I/AAAAAAAABTU/WW-uNLMse-M/s72-c/DSCN1067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2947854950354801834</id><published>2010-10-21T18:56:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:56:58.833-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visita da familia'/><title type='text'>Mimada!</title><content type='html'>Na semana da conferencia (primeira semana de outubro) eu fui SUPER mimada. Nao eh por menos, o papis estava aqui. Tem coisa melhor do que visita dos pais? Acho que nao, neh? Foi gostoso porque pudemos conversar bastante, discutir ideias, e contar novidades. Eu fico muito feliz de ver que ele esta bem e feliz. Isso eh o que eu mais sinto falta do Brasil, poder estar proxima da familia. Coisinhas simples, sabe? Tipo o almoco de domingo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim... Papai me mimou ateh dizer chega. Me levou para comer onde eu quisesse comer, pra passear, pra fazer compras em Park City... E ainda fez muito cafune! Tao bom. Uma pena que ele teve que ir embora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ter colocado as fotos antes, mas estava esperando ele mandar. Aqui vao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papis lindo na frente do centro de conferencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDiBTbdGcI/AAAAAAAABSk/KICzqT1xPSo/s1600/S6000592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDiBTbdGcI/AAAAAAAABSk/KICzqT1xPSo/s400/S6000592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530668854434142658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho de Park City com a Beti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDiuvuVzKI/AAAAAAAABSs/s2lCAaDA5ZM/s1600/S6000598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDiuvuVzKI/AAAAAAAABSs/s2lCAaDA5ZM/s400/S6000598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530669635123661986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comendo doughnuts na Krispy Kreme. Parada obrigatoria!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDi9oLxwUI/AAAAAAAABS0/PHTMIbnu4Cs/s1600/S6000601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDi9oLxwUI/AAAAAAAABS0/PHTMIbnu4Cs/s400/S6000601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530669890797683010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDjGonRmyI/AAAAAAAABS8/pDhzlLA2ox0/s1600/S6000602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDjGonRmyI/AAAAAAAABS8/pDhzlLA2ox0/s400/S6000602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530670045531839266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almoco em restaurante chines com a Manon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDjRieNWaI/AAAAAAAABTE/Q9PiE8rnJuE/s1600/S6000603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDjRieNWaI/AAAAAAAABTE/Q9PiE8rnJuE/s400/S6000603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530670232861759906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No centro de Salt Lake City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDjYlEG-sI/AAAAAAAABTM/2_Phyz0Nac8/s1600/S6000605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDjYlEG-sI/AAAAAAAABTM/2_Phyz0Nac8/s400/S6000605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530670353816681154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2947854950354801834?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2947854950354801834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2947854950354801834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2947854950354801834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2947854950354801834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/10/mimada.html' title='Mimada!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TMDiBTbdGcI/AAAAAAAABSk/KICzqT1xPSo/s72-c/S6000592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5856522286912276590</id><published>2010-10-19T12:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:54:43.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Oh, happy day!</title><content type='html'>HOJE ESTOU MUITO FELIZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu finalmente recebi a cartinha que estava esperando ansiosamente. Fui aceita para o curso de jornalismo impresso da BYU! UHU! Aqui vai a cartinha de aceitacao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TL3pZ4r0AaI/AAAAAAAABSc/pIOTUwpxBLs/s1600/BYU_Letter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TL3pZ4r0AaI/AAAAAAAABSc/pIOTUwpxBLs/s400/BYU_Letter.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529832548402987426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso eh um alivio tao grande! Agora sim eu sei o que vou fazer para o resto da minha vida. Chega de surpresas e tensao. Alem do mais, jornalismo eh o curso que sempre quis fazer, por isso tambem estou super master feliz. Fiquei tao feliz que quase comecei a chorar no meio do predio de comunicao (*MICO*). hahahaha. Tirei essa foto nao tinha meia-hora que tinha descoberto ser aceita no programa. Olha a cara de felicidade da criatura:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TL3odGjdQYI/AAAAAAAABSU/5WOZkxNCs94/s1600/CIMG0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TL3odGjdQYI/AAAAAAAABSU/5WOZkxNCs94/s400/CIMG0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529831504154018178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso quase rasgou a minha cara ao meio! Agora sim eh respirar fundo e estudar de verdade o que eu vim fazer aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5856522286912276590?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5856522286912276590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5856522286912276590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5856522286912276590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5856522286912276590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh, happy day!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TL3pZ4r0AaI/AAAAAAAABSc/pIOTUwpxBLs/s72-c/BYU_Letter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2102859921421694527</id><published>2010-10-17T15:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:56:45.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>FDS bom!!</title><content type='html'>Nesse ultimo sabado (ontem!) o pessoal do servico fez uma reuniaozinha com direito a comida mexicana de verdade (que eu descobri nao ser muito fa. Sou mais a versao americanizada), salsa, forro e conversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei jogando sinuca com o pessoal. Eu sou muito ruim, serio mesmo!!! Mas como estava todo mundo ruim na sinuca, eu nao me senti tao mal. A nossa partidinha de sinuca estava tao ruim que no final desistimos de jogar e ficamos sem saber quem ganhou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha a tecnica da guria! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtsjmuNHJI/AAAAAAAABSE/AHddlQwnP8s/s1600/DSCN1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtsjmuNHJI/AAAAAAAABSE/AHddlQwnP8s/s400/DSCN1053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529132326472981650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa eh a Maryana, a minha amiguinha da Venezuela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtsJt38RrI/AAAAAAAABR8/rOsjQTzaHPo/s1600/DSCN1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtsJt38RrI/AAAAAAAABR8/rOsjQTzaHPo/s400/DSCN1054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529131881716270770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja nesse domingo, tivemos e Fefa (que esta gravida! YAY!) e o Chad para almocar. De brinde, eles trouxeram a Beti. Meu, nos comemos muito! Na verdade, neste exato momento, eu ainda estou terminando de comer algumas caramel apples que nos tivemos como sobremesa (alem do cupcake de banana com chocolate chips que eu fiz e cookies). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtrobQ2WgI/AAAAAAAABR0/QgWeXUHIQ38/s1600/DSCN1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtrobQ2WgI/AAAAAAAABR0/QgWeXUHIQ38/s400/DSCN1059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529131309784783362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tambem esta comecando o Fall de verdade! Estou tao feliz! Essa eh a minha estacao predileta. Adoro como as pessoas decoram as suas casas para o Halloween e com guirlandas outonais, como tudo tem gosto de abobora com canela, e como os tons vao do verde, passando pelo amarelo, e terminando no vermelho. O tempo tambem nao eh tao frio, mas tambem nao eh calor. Eh aquele tempinho meio fechado que dah vontade de ficar em casa enrolado no cobertor, sabe? Entao. Eu tambem adoro as folhas secas no chao. Eh uma pena que o Brasil nao tenha estacoes tao marcadas como aqui. Essa eh uma das coisas que, com certeza, eu vou mais sentir falta. &lt;br /&gt;Eu tirei essas duas fotos hoje, perto do estacionamento do predio. Olha como as arvores estao lindas, todas amarelinhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtq--uRuQI/AAAAAAAABRk/twu83PcR7_A/s1600/DSCN10561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtq--uRuQI/AAAAAAAABRk/twu83PcR7_A/s400/DSCN10561.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529130597748947202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtrRYgAYdI/AAAAAAAABRs/8FSUxNSBDvM/s1600/DSCN1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtrRYgAYdI/AAAAAAAABRs/8FSUxNSBDvM/s400/DSCN1057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529130913906057682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero cortar a abobora com o Rob ainda essa semana, e eu ja coloquei a minha guirlanda do lado de fora. Assim que eu tiver mais novidades "outonais" (como o pumpkin bread que eu estou ensaiando pra fazer) eu coloco aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2102859921421694527?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2102859921421694527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2102859921421694527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2102859921421694527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2102859921421694527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/10/fds-bom.html' title='FDS bom!!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLtsjmuNHJI/AAAAAAAABSE/AHddlQwnP8s/s72-c/DSCN1053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4562337234656237869</id><published>2010-10-13T19:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:56:23.575-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Cha de bebe da Hellen</title><content type='html'>A Hellen esta gravida de um meninao gremista, o Matheus, e nesse ultimo sabado ela fez o cha de bebe para ele. Foi muito divertido, e eu comi muito salpicao, pao-de-queijo, brigadeiro e beijinho (ai, assim vou ficar gorda! hahaha). Nunca vi tanto brasileiro num lugar soh (bom, tirando no Brasil). Fiquei de cara da quantidade de brasileiros que tem aqui, e com a quantidade de brasileiros que ela conhece. Serio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vao algumas fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a mamae Hellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLZj6kIz7PI/AAAAAAAABRU/mOAEtn0FEFY/s1600/DSCN1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLZj6kIz7PI/AAAAAAAABRU/mOAEtn0FEFY/s400/DSCN1047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527715450428058866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu participando de uma brincadeira que tinha que vendar os olhos e descobrir o tipo de chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLZjaJaPh7I/AAAAAAAABRM/ZZd_pRj3sD8/s1600/foto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLZjaJaPh7I/AAAAAAAABRM/ZZd_pRj3sD8/s400/foto1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527714893497599922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte da galera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLZkDR1TZBI/AAAAAAAABRc/ddgpmb4QCSw/s1600/foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLZkDR1TZBI/AAAAAAAABRc/ddgpmb4QCSw/s400/foto2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527715600133219346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4562337234656237869?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4562337234656237869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4562337234656237869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4562337234656237869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4562337234656237869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/10/cha-de-bebe-da-hellen.html' title='Cha de bebe da Hellen'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TLZj6kIz7PI/AAAAAAAABRU/mOAEtn0FEFY/s72-c/DSCN1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4063054432824879342</id><published>2010-09-27T11:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:44:41.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeio'/><title type='text'>Conferencia da Sociedade Socorro</title><content type='html'>Neste sabado teve a conferencia geral da Sociedade Socorro. Por um milagre, a minha ala tinha varios tickets, e eu acabei descolando um pra mim e outro pra Tamara. Os lugares eram muito bons! Ficamos sentadas bem na frente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amei a conferencia!! Eh incrivel como voce sempre sai se sentindo melhor, e se sentindo feliz simplesmente por ser mulher, e pelo seu papel de mulher na familia e no mundo. Eu tambem adorei o discurso do Presidente Monson. Ele eh sempre engracado, mas sabe ser serio na hora certa. Ele falou bastante sobre critica, e sobre como devemos antes olhar pra nos mesmos antes de apontar o dedo para os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na praca do templo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDZwYkAaKI/AAAAAAAABQk/HK6pr-4FSuM/s1600/DSCN1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDZwYkAaKI/AAAAAAAABQk/HK6pr-4FSuM/s400/DSCN1024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521652568406648994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no centro de conferencias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDaQXC2PRI/AAAAAAAABQs/zQ8IId1tbTc/s1600/DSCN1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDaQXC2PRI/AAAAAAAABQs/zQ8IId1tbTc/s400/DSCN1029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521653117754948882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDacWWHtrI/AAAAAAAABQ0/b9ByDeIYdBY/s1600/DSCN1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDacWWHtrI/AAAAAAAABQ0/b9ByDeIYdBY/s400/DSCN1030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521653323725780658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDa3AYMVKI/AAAAAAAABRE/nlL48mmMZKY/s1600/DSCN1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDa3AYMVKI/AAAAAAAABRE/nlL48mmMZKY/s400/DSCN1027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521653781685359778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na frente do templo. Eu amo esse templo! Ele eh muito lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDamS_YTgI/AAAAAAAABQ8/iXg3u7eEPmc/s1600/DSCN1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDamS_YTgI/AAAAAAAABQ8/iXg3u7eEPmc/s400/DSCN1032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521653494623784450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4063054432824879342?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4063054432824879342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4063054432824879342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4063054432824879342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4063054432824879342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/09/conferencia-da-sociedade-socorro.html' title='Conferencia da Sociedade Socorro'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TKDZwYkAaKI/AAAAAAAABQk/HK6pr-4FSuM/s72-c/DSCN1024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4861869847071047904</id><published>2010-09-20T18:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:56:10.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Reencontro da Missao</title><content type='html'>Neste sabado nos tivemos o reencontro da missao do Rob. Foi muito divertido! Alem da feijoada e pao-de-queijo, nos pudemos reencontrar bons e velhos amigos. Depois disso nos fomos pra casa do pres. de missao do Rob. Uma casa linda, lah em Park City. Ficamos conversando ateh tarde, ouvindo historias do presidente dele, e dando risada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob fazendo um update pra galera... Nos dois estavamos falando sobre as novidades, o que estamos fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TJf6Ib3fAXI/AAAAAAAABQU/w71OXTlqX4Q/s1600/robandmonica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TJf6Ib3fAXI/AAAAAAAABQU/w71OXTlqX4Q/s400/robandmonica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519154891192205682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A galera reunida! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TJf6Qoe0MsI/AAAAAAAABQc/LsN861VG0PE/s1600/everybody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TJf6Qoe0MsI/AAAAAAAABQc/LsN861VG0PE/s400/everybody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519155032017351362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4861869847071047904?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4861869847071047904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4861869847071047904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4861869847071047904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4861869847071047904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/09/reencontro-da-missao.html' title='Reencontro da Missao'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TJf6Ib3fAXI/AAAAAAAABQU/w71OXTlqX4Q/s72-c/robandmonica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-7078819977903034261</id><published>2010-09-09T15:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:55:57.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titios'/><title type='text'>Eu vou ser titia!!</title><content type='html'>E esse(a) é o meu(minha) sobrinho(a). Nem é ainda uma pessoinha direito, e ele só tem 7 centímetros e meio. Mas a titia já está super feliz e doida pra descobrir o sexo, só pra poder saber se eu compro um vestidinho muito lindo e florido, ou uma micro-mini camisetinha de futebol. Estou tão feliz! Eu acho que é um menino, mas... Posso estar errada. Vou ser uma titia muito coruja. Imagine quando for o meu filho, né? hahahaha. Ai, é muita emoção!!! Estou tão feliz que criei um tag especial com o nome "titios". Esperem muitas fotos nessa nova tag daqui, especialmente daqui a 9 meses! :) Dani e Pinguim, parabens!!! Eu amo voces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A batidinha do coração... Isso mesmo, bem saudável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TIlRdLTt6GI/AAAAAAAABP0/ssbmismqY8c/s1600/imagem.sv.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TIlRdLTt6GI/AAAAAAAABP0/ssbmismqY8c/s400/imagem.sv.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515028780385429602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem nasceu e já está dançando macarena! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TIlR6nQhgyI/AAAAAAAABP8/BjSCC1ACu68/s1600/imagem.sv+(1).jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TIlR6nQhgyI/AAAAAAAABP8/BjSCC1ACu68/s400/imagem.sv+(1).jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515029286104433442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-7078819977903034261?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/7078819977903034261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=7078819977903034261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7078819977903034261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7078819977903034261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-vou-ser-titia.html' title='Eu vou ser titia!!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TIlRdLTt6GI/AAAAAAAABP0/ssbmismqY8c/s72-c/imagem.sv.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1383271994298373277</id><published>2010-08-28T11:27:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:55:45.692-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Sweet, sweet summer</title><content type='html'>Segunda comecam as aulas, mas eu nao poderia deixar de colocar aqui fotos das coisas boas deste verao... Principalmente as que eu deixei de colocar antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Casamento Joe e Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amigo Joe, irmao do Montana, se casou neste verao, num casamento simples, mas muito bonito. Pro casorio eu fiz um make gatinha, jah que o vestido era meio 60s... Serio mesmo? Fiquei super feliz com a minha habilidade no delinador liquido! hahahaha. E o marido estava gato naquele terno! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlHzmZe0-I/AAAAAAAABN8/MYkcEsPa53o/s1600/DSCN0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlHzmZe0-I/AAAAAAAABN8/MYkcEsPa53o/s400/DSCN0828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510514570870838242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlIU8hhVlI/AAAAAAAABOE/lOCoI4NwwrA/s1600/DSCN0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlIU8hhVlI/AAAAAAAABOE/lOCoI4NwwrA/s400/DSCN0832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510515143745820242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlIsrcNTEI/AAAAAAAABOM/vdGAXM2xC_o/s1600/DSCN0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlIsrcNTEI/AAAAAAAABOM/vdGAXM2xC_o/s400/DSCN0841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510515551476993090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JR e Raquel (E ti gordinho mais fofo que eh o Bibiel tambem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles sao tao importantes que merecem uma mencao a parte! hahahaha. O Jr se formou em abril no MPA dele, e conseguiu um emprego maravilhoso em Campinas (YAY!), mas tudo isso significa que os nossos companheiros de coca, jogos e fofocas tiveram que ir embora. Como eu disse pra Kel, fiquei 80% feliz por eles e 20% triste por mim (tah, essa nao eh a proporcao E-X-A-T-A, mas enfim). Antes de eles irem, nos fizemos um almocinho de domingo maravilhoso, com direito a gnocchi de batata(feito por mim e pela Kel) e joguinho de Bang (nosso novo vicio). Teteus tambem veio prestigiar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlJ5_FfAYI/AAAAAAAABOU/bPK9Smjw0k8/s1600/DSCN0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlJ5_FfAYI/AAAAAAAABOU/bPK9Smjw0k8/s400/DSCN0842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510516879600320898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlKxPulc7I/AAAAAAAABOc/m652vG1oCOM/s1600/DSCN0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlKxPulc7I/AAAAAAAABOc/m652vG1oCOM/s400/DSCN0846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510517828960482226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlLAzBhAGI/AAAAAAAABOk/c9KZlBZoS5E/s1600/DSCN0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlLAzBhAGI/AAAAAAAABOk/c9KZlBZoS5E/s400/DSCN0848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510518096133161058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Noitada Refinada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Keith (Montana para os intimos) eh o nosso melhor amigo gringo, e numa sexta de agosto nos tivemos uma noitada "da estica" com ele e com a Caitlyn. Nos primeiro fomos a um restaurante italiano maravilhoso em Salt Lake, chamado &lt;a href="http://www.cucina-toscana.com/pages/home.php"&gt;Cucina Toscana&lt;/a&gt;. Que restaurante bom!! Ha muito tempo eu nao comia uma comida italiana de verdade como aquela. Depois nos fomos para o Deer Valley Concert. Muito legal! Foi um concerto ao ar livre, numa das estacoes de ski de Park City. O mais legal foi quando eles tocaram o hino da Franca, com o acompanhamento de canhoes de verdade! Eh soh ver o video pra ver como foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlNe2QmfgI/AAAAAAAABOs/lXMmlzESpjI/s1600/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlNe2QmfgI/AAAAAAAABOs/lXMmlzESpjI/s400/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510520811421072898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlOiFu_AbI/AAAAAAAABO0/Dg4z7uuo7Ec/s1600/DSCN0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlOiFu_AbI/AAAAAAAABO0/Dg4z7uuo7Ec/s400/DSCN0850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510521966626275762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlO8xMvxaI/AAAAAAAABO8/FSXFY3rFM1c/s1600/DSCN0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlO8xMvxaI/AAAAAAAABO8/FSXFY3rFM1c/s400/DSCN0862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510522424970429858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlSejecV1I/AAAAAAAABPU/qZSaBjD70WI/s1600/DSCN0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlSejecV1I/AAAAAAAABPU/qZSaBjD70WI/s400/DSCN0860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510526303936993106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkHIpquRUkM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkHIpquRUkM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niver de Casamento - 3 anos! UHU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia mais importante dessas ferias, eh claro, foi o nosso aniversario de casamento, no dia 11. Ja sao 3 anos juntos! O tempo passa muito rapido. Eu nao tirei muitas fotos, na verdade soh duas, mas nem por isso o dia deixou de ser especial! rs. Nos fomos para um restaurante italiano (de novo) chamado 712, aqui em Provo, e comemos uma verdadeira pizza italiana. Depois assistimos um filminho, o Salt, da Angelina Jolie. O dia foi maravilhoso, e passamos o resto da noite conversando e dando risada... Tao bom ser casadinha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlQGfRNHmI/AAAAAAAABPE/-Uefmlbi56E/s1600/DSCN0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlQGfRNHmI/AAAAAAAABPE/-Uefmlbi56E/s400/DSCN0868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510523691467611746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlQe8qk3iI/AAAAAAAABPM/nWOPOueXFVE/s1600/DSCN0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlQe8qk3iI/AAAAAAAABPM/nWOPOueXFVE/s400/DSCN0869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510524111675514402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1383271994298373277?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/1383271994298373277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=1383271994298373277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1383271994298373277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1383271994298373277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-sweet-summer.html' title='Sweet, sweet summer'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/THlHzmZe0-I/AAAAAAAABN8/MYkcEsPa53o/s72-c/DSCN0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-3097563597943209299</id><published>2010-07-19T13:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:55:19.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Para pensar... Mundo cruel!!!</title><content type='html'>Você sabia que mulheres bonitas geralmente recebem um salário mais gordo? E que muitos homens preferem ter uma esposa alcólatra a uma esposa gorda? E que bebês passam mais tempo olhando para pessoas bonitas do que para pessoas consideradas feias? Eu não sabia de nada disso, e por isso achei incrível essa pesquisa sobre beleza, feita pela revista Newsweek. Esse videozinho aí (em inglês) contém os resultados da pesquisa de forma muito interessante e divertida. Vale a pena assistir! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/271557391" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=115574031001&amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.newsweek.com%2F2010%2F01%2F14%2Fheidi-montag-version-3-0.html&amp;playerId=271557391&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-3097563597943209299?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/3097563597943209299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=3097563597943209299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3097563597943209299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3097563597943209299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/07/pra-pensar-mundo-cruel.html' title='Para pensar... Mundo cruel!!!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4170505674754407326</id><published>2010-07-18T11:07:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:55:01.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Point</title><content type='html'>Ontem a galera acordou animada! Logo de manha fomos para o Thanksgiving Point, um lugar muito legal que tem aqui. Eu nao sei bem como explicar, mas eh como se fosse um parque com varias coisas, tem labirinto, jardins, oficina onde fazem vitrais, e um museu enorme de dinossauro. Nos chegamos logo de manha, passeamos um pouco nos jardins, e depois visitamos o museu de dinossauro. Muito legal! Eu fui com o Junior, a Raquel, e o Mateus (no Brasil ou nos EUA, sempre juntos!). O Rob nao quis ir, ai eu fui sem ele mesmo. Tiramos varias fotos (135!!!!!!) mas aqui vao apenas algumas, para voces terem uma ideia de como o passeio foi legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee! Chegamos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM1DBh0RgI/AAAAAAAABL8/KH8V2DYGlIk/s1600/DSCN0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM1DBh0RgI/AAAAAAAABL8/KH8V2DYGlIk/s400/DSCN0693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495294296388290050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se achando a modelo! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM1bHvSaKI/AAAAAAAABME/Lo1LGCrwxCw/s1600/DSCN0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM1bHvSaKI/AAAAAAAABME/Lo1LGCrwxCw/s400/DSCN0694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495294710372264098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM1zOmCqAI/AAAAAAAABMM/3gfX83NiD4o/s1600/DSCN0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM1zOmCqAI/AAAAAAAABMM/3gfX83NiD4o/s400/DSCN0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495295124529391618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gordinho gotosu da titia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM2D86wcYI/AAAAAAAABMU/d36mT8IK6UY/s1600/DSCN0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM2D86wcYI/AAAAAAAABMU/d36mT8IK6UY/s400/DSCN0706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495295411842216322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casal ternura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM239lnDFI/AAAAAAAABMc/GOngXsan_Fk/s1600/DSCN0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM239lnDFI/AAAAAAAABMc/GOngXsan_Fk/s400/DSCN0714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495296305375153234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flores do jardim eram lindas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM5YfBZZWI/AAAAAAAABMs/V0DVZda4c7k/s1600/DSCN0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM5YfBZZWI/AAAAAAAABMs/V0DVZda4c7k/s400/DSCN0710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495299063129138530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A arvore de natal mais legal que eu ja vi, todinha feita de vidro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM3LEN7H0I/AAAAAAAABMk/e1UIxGCFw5w/s1600/DSCN0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM3LEN7H0I/AAAAAAAABMk/e1UIxGCFw5w/s400/DSCN0727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495296633572368194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite no museu... As fotos de nos e os dinos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM7vXFIvBI/AAAAAAAABM0/nkH1HNxFQLg/s1600/DSCN0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM7vXFIvBI/AAAAAAAABM0/nkH1HNxFQLg/s400/DSCN0732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495301655157586962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM8SdEuB1I/AAAAAAAABM8/sS8QQxFfJzA/s1600/DSCN0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM8SdEuB1I/AAAAAAAABM8/sS8QQxFfJzA/s400/DSCN0753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495302258061870930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM8i8WHK0I/AAAAAAAABNE/UlqdlBzzGZc/s1600/DSCN0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM8i8WHK0I/AAAAAAAABNE/UlqdlBzzGZc/s400/DSCN0770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495302541334227778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM8_MXNEFI/AAAAAAAABNM/8obJblvaQiY/s1600/DSCN0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM8_MXNEFI/AAAAAAAABNM/8obJblvaQiY/s400/DSCN0822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495303026670112850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM9MdjemLI/AAAAAAAABNU/XGbmbWxfJSc/s1600/DSCN0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM9MdjemLI/AAAAAAAABNU/XGbmbWxfJSc/s400/DSCN0825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495303254623295666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mateus e eu nos divertimos tambem nas atividade infantis (que sao divertidissimas, diga-se de passagem). Pintamos dinossauros e brincamos no parque "de erosao", criando ilhas na agua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM99FlvQJI/AAAAAAAABNc/TuB2OVLGadQ/s1600/DSCN0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM99FlvQJI/AAAAAAAABNc/TuB2OVLGadQ/s400/DSCN0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495304090003914898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM-Mep7p9I/AAAAAAAABNk/wk4I_Zna_cc/s1600/DSCN0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM-Mep7p9I/AAAAAAAABNk/wk4I_Zna_cc/s400/DSCN0797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495304354430429138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM-kFRpYSI/AAAAAAAABNs/cRE8QfWZfnU/s1600/DSCN0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM-kFRpYSI/AAAAAAAABNs/cRE8QfWZfnU/s400/DSCN0805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495304759934542114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4170505674754407326?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4170505674754407326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4170505674754407326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4170505674754407326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4170505674754407326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/07/thanksgiving-point.html' title='Thanksgiving Point'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEM1DBh0RgI/AAAAAAAABL8/KH8V2DYGlIk/s72-c/DSCN0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5285955158249510153</id><published>2010-07-16T14:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:54:37.131-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Noite da pizza!</title><content type='html'>O Rob e eu somos dois viciados pela Food Network, o canal de culinaria aqui dos Estados Unidos. Na terca nos estavamos assistindo o programa "Giada at Home", quando vimos ela ensinando essa massa de pizza deliciosa... Como nos dois temos a nossa porcao italiana no sangue (Oi? O nome Lunardelli diz alguma coisa?), nos resolvemos testar essa massa deliciosa. 100% aprovada! Fizemos pizza sabor portuguesa. Serio que se nos tivessemos um forno a lenha (Sonho meu... Sonho meu...) a pizza seria uma verdadeira pizza de Sao Paulo! Uma delicia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma foto do pizzaiolo (mas eu ainda gostaria de ter o credito na massa, que eu fiz sozinha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEC-7HZNQbI/AAAAAAAABLs/mGy1hswGxUY/s1600/DSCN0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEC-7HZNQbI/AAAAAAAABLs/mGy1hswGxUY/s400/DSCN0689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494601468198338994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisinha boa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEC_GNG22SI/AAAAAAAABL0/YlxhFOteX2s/s1600/DSCN0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEC_GNG22SI/AAAAAAAABL0/YlxhFOteX2s/s400/DSCN0687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494601658710546722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5285955158249510153?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5285955158249510153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5285955158249510153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5285955158249510153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5285955158249510153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/07/noite-da-pizza.html' title='Noite da pizza!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TEC-7HZNQbI/AAAAAAAABLs/mGy1hswGxUY/s72-c/DSCN0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-845131018964451213</id><published>2010-07-05T20:17:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:53:33.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriado'/><title type='text'>4th of July  - A saga!</title><content type='html'>Aqui, no domingo, foi um dia muito importante para os americanos - o 4th of July, o dia da Independencia deles. Como caiu no domingo, eles transferiram o feriado para a segunda, e dividiram as comemoracoes entre sabado e segunda, por isso aqui vao algumas fotos da maratona... rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob estava jogando num campeonato de futebol, e ganhou em primeiro lugar! Ele eh craque! Olha ai a medalha que ele ganhou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKb7YVa0PI/AAAAAAAABLg/CwP2DvPBc5o/s1600/CIMG0019m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKb7YVa0PI/AAAAAAAABLg/CwP2DvPBc5o/s400/CIMG0019m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490622340164931826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ele voltou super cansado do futebol, de tarde eu fui sem ele pro clube com o Junior, a Raquel e o gotosinho mais fofo desse mundo, o Gabriel. Nao podia tirar foto lah dentro do clube(vai entender!), mas como eu sou brasileira e nao desisto nunca, eu consegui umas fotos clandestinas com o meu celular. Mas... como as fotos ficaram ruins, e como eu nao sou fa de mostrar o meu corpitcho de miss usando maio, as fotos vao ficar pra proxima! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, a noite, fomos assistir os fogos comemorativos num campo que tem de frente ao templo. Foi muito legal!!! E, meoooooo, se liga na farofa! Pra quem pensa que soh brasileiro eh farofeiro... Os americanos armaram barraca, esticaram cobertor, levaram travesseiros e toneladas de comida, tudo isso para assistir os fogos. Na segunda foi a mesma coisa pra assistir o desfile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se liga na farofa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKVBo-L5lI/AAAAAAAABJo/UitA3MBoiyM/s1600/DSCN0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKVBo-L5lI/AAAAAAAABJo/UitA3MBoiyM/s400/DSCN0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490614751128708690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lindo por-do-sol que estava fazendo... E as fotos nao tem photoshop! O ceu estava colorido mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKVQzoOKZI/AAAAAAAABJw/jQxojBvpZ3A/s1600/DSCN0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKVQzoOKZI/AAAAAAAABJw/jQxojBvpZ3A/s400/DSCN0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490615011687410066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKXV5ARySI/AAAAAAAABKI/COiuRzeqibg/s1600/DSCN0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKXV5ARySI/AAAAAAAABKI/COiuRzeqibg/s400/DSCN0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490617298053089570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKVeFOPInI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Hz4X70zK3co/s1600/DSCN0590m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKVeFOPInI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Hz4X70zK3co/s400/DSCN0590m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490615239748559474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os fogos... pena que nao tem como ver mesmo como foi legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKVw-wM61I/AAAAAAAABKA/vmIqOGSJWeo/s1600/DSCN0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKVw-wM61I/AAAAAAAABKA/vmIqOGSJWeo/s400/DSCN0606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490615564429486930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo, depois da igreja, fomos na casa do Junior e da Raquel pra fazer um churrasquinho brasileiro basico. Uma delicia! Tao bom que eu nem lembrei de tirar fotos... rs. Mas posso garantir que rolou muita carne, farofa, e coca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEGUNDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo cedinho teve o desfile de independencia. Super legal! Varios veteranos de guerra desfilaram junto de bandas de escola, carros alegoricos com temas diversos (familia, miss Provo, criatividade infantil, etc). Depois chegamos em casa e tivemos uma verdadeira refeicao de 4th of July: Cachorro-quente com chips e refri! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gabriel com o titio Rob... Ele apontava pra tudo! Tipo "uau!!! Voce viu isso?" Muito fofo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKXmSM10fI/AAAAAAAABKQ/_6F2G2IDMFU/s1600/DSCN0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKXmSM10fI/AAAAAAAABKQ/_6F2G2IDMFU/s400/DSCN0611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490617579694576114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKYPCon2-I/AAAAAAAABKY/L1Tp7UUZUSw/s1600/DSCN0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKYPCon2-I/AAAAAAAABKY/L1Tp7UUZUSw/s400/DSCN0622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490618279890770914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galera no desfile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKZBJBPNyI/AAAAAAAABKg/I_lZU0zZ1KY/s1600/DSCN0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKZBJBPNyI/AAAAAAAABKg/I_lZU0zZ1KY/s400/DSCN0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490619140598085410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKZQgzsHzI/AAAAAAAABKo/E0a1rrDkcaM/s1600/DSCN0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKZQgzsHzI/AAAAAAAABKo/E0a1rrDkcaM/s400/DSCN0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490619404681748274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKZfFh8hrI/AAAAAAAABKw/Sfqb1dqYQgE/s1600/DSCN0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKZfFh8hrI/AAAAAAAABKw/Sfqb1dqYQgE/s400/DSCN0672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490619655057606322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, o defile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKbx0mQuaI/AAAAAAAABLY/Whz6uNDXIA4/s1600/DSCN0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKbx0mQuaI/AAAAAAAABLY/Whz6uNDXIA4/s400/DSCN0674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490622175953074594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKbllceSCI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Aq9bs2fDFG8/s1600/DSCN0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKbllceSCI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Aq9bs2fDFG8/s400/DSCN0641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490621965727057954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKaxDFdnMI/AAAAAAAABLI/dba0s8YPRCU/s1600/DSCN0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKaxDFdnMI/AAAAAAAABLI/dba0s8YPRCU/s400/DSCN0636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490621063150542018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKaPVpGdgI/AAAAAAAABLA/2_-Nlz-6smE/s1600/DSCN0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKaPVpGdgI/AAAAAAAABLA/2_-Nlz-6smE/s400/DSCN0653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490620484016305666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKZ70l6scI/AAAAAAAABK4/GijBqRp6Peg/s1600/DSCN0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKZ70l6scI/AAAAAAAABK4/GijBqRp6Peg/s400/DSCN0632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490620148727067074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por ultimo, um videozinho que eu fiz de uma banda tocando musica irlandesa. Muito legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34f63902ad0548ac" 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://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34f63902ad0548ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48F85AD23FE4A6AD9B8328EF7170578BAC0AB9F6.40FFD77CEA2050CC707FAD437697068D52D56928%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34f63902ad0548ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr751G5XKzAORmjFfSxo-OtO_D48&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://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34f63902ad0548ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48F85AD23FE4A6AD9B8328EF7170578BAC0AB9F6.40FFD77CEA2050CC707FAD437697068D52D56928%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34f63902ad0548ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr751G5XKzAORmjFfSxo-OtO_D48&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-845131018964451213?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/845131018964451213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=845131018964451213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/845131018964451213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/845131018964451213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-saga.html' title='4th of July  - A saga!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TDKb7YVa0PI/AAAAAAAABLg/CwP2DvPBc5o/s72-c/CIMG0019m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5376923295683406554</id><published>2010-06-29T08:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:53:16.081-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>AAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Saiu o novo trailer do ultimo (na verdade, penultimo) filme do Harry Potter. Eu estou doente para assistir o filme! Pra quem nao sabe, eu sou uma doente por Harry Potter, do tipo que tem todos os livros, todos os audio livros, todos os filmes, e que assiste o filme no cinema no dia da estreia (e depois mais um milhao de vezes!). Sendo assim, eu nao poderia deixar de compartilhar esse trailer... E o legal eh que vai ter o filme em 3d tambem. Uma pena que o filme nao vai estreiar ateh o final do ano... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="576" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/ypp/movies/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="repeat=0&amp;vid=20590246&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="500" height="300" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/ypp/movies/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="repeat=0&amp;vid=20590246&amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fala serio, neh?? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MUITO BOM&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5376923295683406554?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5376923295683406554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5376923295683406554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5376923295683406554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5376923295683406554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/06/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-702550335359695526</id><published>2010-06-28T16:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:52:54.999-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Musica do dia...</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho as minhas epocas, quando ouco a mesma musica 20 mil vezes sem parar. E agora eu nao consigo parar de ouvir essa musica... Ela me faz pensar em campos, margaridas, e outono. Fala serio, ela nao eh linda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aidTSdgPYqE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aidTSdgPYqE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="530" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-702550335359695526?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/702550335359695526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=702550335359695526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/702550335359695526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/702550335359695526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/06/musica-do-dia.html' title='Musica do dia...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5297596026706793346</id><published>2010-06-28T08:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:52:43.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Novo layout</title><content type='html'>Ai, gente, sabe que eu estou amando este novo layout? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou parecendo menina quando apaixona... Nao consigo parar de namorar o blog... hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala serio, ficou bem melhor mesmo, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, boa segunda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5297596026706793346?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5297596026706793346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5297596026706793346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5297596026706793346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5297596026706793346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/06/novo-layout.html' title='Novo layout'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-8940881786749575318</id><published>2010-06-28T00:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:52:23.209-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>FDS - TDB!</title><content type='html'>Final-de-semana regado a pao de queijo (de verdade, nada de caixinha) e suco fresco de morango. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TChCCy2XF8I/AAAAAAAABJg/2L45MTimsAQ/s1600/fds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TChCCy2XF8I/AAAAAAAABJg/2L45MTimsAQ/s400/fds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487708761727899586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois querem saber porque eu nao gosto de segundas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-8940881786749575318?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/8940881786749575318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=8940881786749575318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/8940881786749575318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/8940881786749575318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/06/fds-tdb.html' title='FDS - TDB!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TChCCy2XF8I/AAAAAAAABJg/2L45MTimsAQ/s72-c/fds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-63377745368581175</id><published>2010-06-26T14:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:51:42.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Uinta National Forest</title><content type='html'>No sabado, dia 19, nos fomos com o Keith visitar o Uinta National Park, que fica aqui perto. O Keith e o Rob estavam procurando por animais, mas pra mim foi um otimo momento para relaxar e pensar um pouco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi incrivel ver como existe uma floresta num deserto como este de Utah. Aqui estao algumas fotos que eu tirei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZlsGUgdbI/AAAAAAAABIQ/05FKmju1jp8/s1600/DSCN0554M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZlsGUgdbI/AAAAAAAABIQ/05FKmju1jp8/s400/DSCN0554M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487185004282803634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZmCEMimnI/AAAAAAAABIY/VZXtPqAg6sw/s1600/DSCN0561M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZmCEMimnI/AAAAAAAABIY/VZXtPqAg6sw/s400/DSCN0561M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487185381669640818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZmSUusDkI/AAAAAAAABIg/xnqRRi0dTfE/s1600/DSCN0564M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZmSUusDkI/AAAAAAAABIg/xnqRRi0dTfE/s400/DSCN0564M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487185660985740866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mount Nebo ao fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZm9HAYqiI/AAAAAAAABIo/FErC-7zJBWw/s1600/DSCN0570M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZm9HAYqiI/AAAAAAAABIo/FErC-7zJBWw/s400/DSCN0570M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487186396036246050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meninos procurando por bambis... rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZnL1y4BCI/AAAAAAAABIw/SZSLhUJ9JG4/s1600/DSCN0574M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZnL1y4BCI/AAAAAAAABIw/SZSLhUJ9JG4/s400/DSCN0574M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487186649114215458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-63377745368581175?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/63377745368581175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=63377745368581175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/63377745368581175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/63377745368581175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/06/uinta-national-forest.html' title='Uinta National Forest'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZlsGUgdbI/AAAAAAAABIQ/05FKmju1jp8/s72-c/DSCN0554M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-5032541819196120413</id><published>2010-06-26T13:43:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:51:19.666-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Pageant - Em Manti</title><content type='html'>O blog esta desatualizado, eu sei... mas, em minha defesa, eu gostaria de dizer que estava me mudando essa semana, e por isso eu estava numa super correria!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas dadas, vamos ao que interessa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta feira, dia 18, nos fomos a um desses pageants da igreja, e que sao bem famosos aqui em Utah durante o verao. O mais famoso deles eh o de Palmyra, mas esse acontece em Nova York, por isso demos preferencia a um mais proximo hehehehe. Nos fomos no de Manti com os vicinos (Junior, Raquel e Gabriel). A cidade fica cerca de 1h30 de distancia de Provo, por isso fomos e voltamos no mesmo dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem nao sabe, esses pageants sao pecas de teatro com temas religiosos, e que sao realizadas ao ar livre. O tema da peca que assistimos foi "Restauracao do Evangelho", e contou desde Joseph Smith ateh as historias mais famosas do livro de Mormon (essas historias se desenrolavam enquanto Joseph Smith traduzia as placas de ouro). Terminou com a chegada dos pioneiros aqui em Utah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peca foi muito linda! Ela comecou 9h30 da noite, porque soh comeca a anoitecer por volta desse horario (eu sei, isso eh incrivel. Bendito verao!). A iluminacao eh super importante, por isso faz sentido esperar anoitecer para comecar a peca. Ela foi feita no "jardim" (uma area verde gigante) do templo de Manti, e o lugar nao poderia ser mais lindo! Infelizmente nao consegui tirar fotos da apresentacao, porque a minha maquina nao eh a melhor para tirar fotos noturnas, e tambem porque nos estavamos um pouco distantes. Tinham milhares de atores participando, muito legal... Soh vendo mesmo pra ver como que eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vao algumas fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;templo de Manti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZcEn_1CoI/AAAAAAAABHo/hX73k9DKwxI/s1600/DSCN0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZcEn_1CoI/AAAAAAAABHo/hX73k9DKwxI/s400/DSCN0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487174430523460226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZdOGKUuAI/AAAAAAAABH4/o3lk95WxUls/s1600/DSCN0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZdOGKUuAI/AAAAAAAABH4/o3lk95WxUls/s400/DSCN0521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487175692750993410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZeN-nqNKI/AAAAAAAABIA/33TO4Ci-mYk/s1600/DSCN0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZeN-nqNKI/AAAAAAAABIA/33TO4Ci-mYk/s400/DSCN0543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487176790238180514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens esperando comecar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZccuJ2gDI/AAAAAAAABHw/QY-EY8Xzr0I/s1600/DSCN0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZccuJ2gDI/AAAAAAAABHw/QY-EY8Xzr0I/s400/DSCN0523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487174844492972082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma foto nada boa da peca... essa eh a parte que fala de Cristo vindo para as Americas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZeqGpJ1fI/AAAAAAAABII/7XnseyHAiiY/s1600/DSCN0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZeqGpJ1fI/AAAAAAAABII/7XnseyHAiiY/s400/DSCN0546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487177273428268530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob estava assobiando um pouco antes da peca comecar, e o Gabriel achou um barato, e tentou assobiar tambem. Bom, ele nao conseguiu, mas em compensacao cuspiu bastante, alem de se matar de rir ao tentar. Foi muito engracado! Eu gravei um pouquinho pra voces verem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8008Kj4Tpn4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8008Kj4Tpn4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-5032541819196120413?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/5032541819196120413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=5032541819196120413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5032541819196120413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/5032541819196120413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/06/pageant-em-manti.html' title='Pageant - Em Manti'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TCZcEn_1CoI/AAAAAAAABHo/hX73k9DKwxI/s72-c/DSCN0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-9152789921048539379</id><published>2010-06-13T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:50:49.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWx11NTF_I/AAAAAAAABHU/bGpvOWCxJcs/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWx11NTF_I/AAAAAAAABHU/bGpvOWCxJcs/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482483659767486450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-9152789921048539379?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/9152789921048539379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=9152789921048539379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/9152789921048539379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/9152789921048539379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWx11NTF_I/AAAAAAAABHU/bGpvOWCxJcs/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-3215257857190481782</id><published>2010-06-06T11:59:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:50:21.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriado'/><title type='text'>Feriado - 1 de Junho</title><content type='html'>Aqui nos states quase nunca tem feriado - quase nunca mesmo! E aqui sempre faz frio - muito frio mesmo! Por isso a combinacao milagrosa de feriado com dia quente e ensolarado nao poderia passar em branco. Nos, como bons brazucas, nao pensamos duas vezes antes de reunir mais brazucas ainda para um bom churrasco no parque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguem ai reparou na farofinha? Churrasco completo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvn-8exlzI/AAAAAAAABF0/t7cuioFanL0/s1600/DSCN0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvn-8exlzI/AAAAAAAABF0/t7cuioFanL0/s400/DSCN0493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479728440199452466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala serio, esse churrasqueiro eh mto gato, neh? rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvoWe3GEFI/AAAAAAAABF8/7fySZ54j8cs/s1600/DSCN0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvoWe3GEFI/AAAAAAAABF8/7fySZ54j8cs/s400/DSCN0494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479728844565254226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvo51pxgMI/AAAAAAAABGE/Cda5mrQU-2c/s1600/DSCN0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvo51pxgMI/AAAAAAAABGE/Cda5mrQU-2c/s400/DSCN0495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479729451978817730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mulherada soh no bate-papo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvpYInnRbI/AAAAAAAABGM/wYDP_94PsH0/s1600/DSCN0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvpYInnRbI/AAAAAAAABGM/wYDP_94PsH0/s400/DSCN0496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479729972466107826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gabriel ja esta aprendendo a jogar futebol! Esse dai eh brasileiro mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvputEvx7I/AAAAAAAABGU/jyhw9L_imzw/s1600/DSCN0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvputEvx7I/AAAAAAAABGU/jyhw9L_imzw/s400/DSCN0498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479730360209098674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lugar lindo onde fizemos o churrasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvqL5bzxoI/AAAAAAAABGc/BbeDMrABksc/s1600/DSCN05001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvqL5bzxoI/AAAAAAAABGc/BbeDMrABksc/s400/DSCN05001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479730861743261314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvqi6vzTNI/AAAAAAAABGk/nEiajYTORaU/s1600/DSCN0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvqi6vzTNI/AAAAAAAABGk/nEiajYTORaU/s400/DSCN0502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479731257232542930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-3215257857190481782?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/3215257857190481782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=3215257857190481782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3215257857190481782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3215257857190481782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/06/feriado-1-de-maio.html' title='Feriado - 1 de Junho'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TAvn-8exlzI/AAAAAAAABF0/t7cuioFanL0/s72-c/DSCN0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-508679356052588990</id><published>2010-05-06T09:08:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:50:10.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro...</title><content type='html'>Cheguei domingo aqui no Brasilzão (UHUUU), e já vi uma boa parte da galera. Ah, alguém aí notou a presença de acentos? Bendito teclado! Bom, aqui vão algumas fotos das coisas que eu tenho feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No aeroporto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-Lc6hzi3jI/AAAAAAAABE0/pcEr9h1gHyM/s1600/DSCN0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-Lc6hzi3jI/AAAAAAAABE0/pcEr9h1gHyM/s400/DSCN0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468175795646291506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que eu sobrevivi: Com audio books do Harry Potter. Muito nerd, mas muito bom. Ja estou terminando o quinto livro (sim, isso significa que eu já ouvi os outros 4 livros)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-Ld_JsVxlI/AAAAAAAABE8/iQqCKLba_iw/s1600/DSCN0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-Ld_JsVxlI/AAAAAAAABE8/iQqCKLba_iw/s400/DSCN0216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468176974584596050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, eu fui no jogo do São Paulo que teve na terça com a família do Rob! Foi muito doido o jogo! Ficamos no meio da torcida organizada. Não poderia ter sido melhor e mais emocionante! Ah, é claro, o São Paulo ganhou! UHU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-LkFS3OPwI/AAAAAAAABFU/2RAJxT6ueDs/s1600/DSCN0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-LkFS3OPwI/AAAAAAAABFU/2RAJxT6ueDs/s400/DSCN0242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468183677195140866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-LjVOBqZ6I/AAAAAAAABFM/SX9yg3NsCuk/s1600/DSCN0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-LjVOBqZ6I/AAAAAAAABFM/SX9yg3NsCuk/s400/DSCN0254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468182851263031202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-Lll03osHI/AAAAAAAABFc/AWAbw0NLaOc/s1600/DSCN0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-Lll03osHI/AAAAAAAABFc/AWAbw0NLaOc/s400/DSCN0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468185335591121010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-LmN6AASsI/AAAAAAAABFk/LX4pyoVQn2Q/s1600/DSCN0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-LmN6AASsI/AAAAAAAABFk/LX4pyoVQn2Q/s400/DSCN0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468186024163166914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-LnAZu-IcI/AAAAAAAABFs/7Ea3aNPqRVg/s1600/DSCN0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-LnAZu-IcI/AAAAAAAABFs/7Ea3aNPqRVg/s400/DSCN0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468186891675115970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai um video da gente debaixo da faixa... sabe aquelas faixas que cobrem toda a arquibancada! Eu estava debaixo dela ajudando a segurar! Doido!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbhHnDNn7ec&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbhHnDNn7ec&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem tb mais fotos de coisas que eu fiz, mas a internet está super lenta e me deixando brava o suficiente pra fazer isso depois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-508679356052588990?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/508679356052588990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=508679356052588990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/508679356052588990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/508679356052588990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/05/brasil-meu-brasil-brasileiro.html' title='Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S-Lc6hzi3jI/AAAAAAAABE0/pcEr9h1gHyM/s72-c/DSCN0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2073600244941862967</id><published>2010-04-27T09:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:52:04.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Um post diferente...</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu vi &lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/140410/filhos-lixo-p-026.shtml"&gt;esse texto&lt;/a&gt; da Lya Luft no site da Veja e nao poderia deixar ele passar... Eh incrivel como somos egoistas as vezes, reclamando por nao ter o carro do ano, ou por nao poder comer nos melhores restaurantes todos os dias. Futeis, essa eh a palavra. Nos comparamos financeiramente com os outros, e sozinhos produzimos mais lixo do que qualquer outro grupo de animais no planeta, e ainda assim andamos descontentes. As vezes eu acho que a humanidade (e isso ME inclui) devia tomar um balde de realidade na cabeca todas as manhas, para poder acordar para a verdadeira e crua realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lya Luft eh uma das minhas escritoras prediletas. Alem de ja ter escrito varios livros, ela tambem tem uma coluna no site da revista Veja. E esse texto eu realmente recomendo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S9cFroGSyNI/AAAAAAAABEs/xjBcIwnwKSE/s1600/trash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S9cFroGSyNI/AAAAAAAABEs/xjBcIwnwKSE/s400/trash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464842919893715154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Filhos do Lixo (por Lya Luft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Há quem diga que dou esperança; há quem proteste que sou pessimista. Eu digo que os maiores otimistas são aqueles que, apesar do que vivem ou observam, continuam apostando na vida, trabalhando, cultivando afetos e tendo projetos. Às vezes, porém, escrevo com dor. Como hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de assistir a uma reportagem sobre crianças do Brasil que vivem do lixo. Digamos que são o lixo deste país, e nós permitimos ou criamos isso. Eu mesma já vi com estes olhos gente morando junto de lixões, e crianças disputando com urubus pedaços de comida estragada para matar a fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reportagem era uma história de terror – mas verdadeira, nossa, deste país. Uma jovem de menos de 20 anos trazia numa carretinha feita de madeiras velhas seus três filhos, de 4, 2 e 1 ano. Chegavam ao lixão, e a maiorzinha, já treinada, saía a catar coisas úteis, sobretudo comida. Logo estavam os três comendo, e a mãe, indagada, explicou com simplicidade: "A gente tem de sobreviver, né?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O relato dessa quase adolescente e o de outras eram parecidos: todas com filhos pequenos, duas novamente grávidas e, como diziam, vivendo a sua sina – como sua mãe, e sua avó, antes delas. Uma chorou, dizendo que tinha estudado até a 8ª série, mas então precisou ajudar em casa e foi catar lixo, como outras mulheres da família. "Minha sina", repetiu, e olhou a filha que amamentava. "E essa aí?", perguntou a jornalista. "Essa aí, bom, depende, tomara que não, mas Deus é quem sabe. Se Ele quiser..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os diálogos foram mais ou menos assim; repito de memória, não gravei. Mas gravei a tristeza, a resignação, a imagem das crianças minúsculas e seminuas, contentes comendo lixo. Sentadas sobre o lixo. Uma cuidando do irmãozinho menor, que escalava a montanha de lixo. Criadas, como suas mães, acreditando que Deus queria isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como é possível alguém dizer que este país vai bem enquanto esses fatos, e outros semelhantes, acontecem. Pois, sendo na nossa pátria, não importa em que recanto for, tudo nos diz respeito, como nos dizem respeito a malandragem e a roubalheira, a mentira e a impunidade e o falso ufanismo. Ouvimos a toda hora que nunca o país esteve tão bem. Até que em algumas coisas, talvez muitas, melhoramos. Temos vacinas. Existem hospitais e ensino públicos – ainda que atrasados e ruins. Temos alguns benefícios, como aposentadoria – embora miserável –, e estabilidade econômica aparente. Andamos um pouco mais bem equipados do que 100 anos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem somos, afinal? Que país somos, que gente nos tornamos, se vemos tudo isso e continuamos comendo, bebendo, trabalhando e estudando como se nem fosse conosco? Deve ser o nosso jeito de sobreviver – não comendo lixo concreto, mas engolindo esse lixo moral e fingindo que está tudo bem. Pois, se nos convencermos de que isso acontece no nosso meio, no nosso país, talvez na nossa cidade, e nos sentirmos parte disso, responsáveis por isso, o que se poderia fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos, reclamar. Achar que nem tudo está maravilhoso. Procurar eleger pessoas de bem, interessadas, que cuidassem dos lixões, dos pobrezinhos, da saúde pública, dos leitos que faltam aos milhares, dos colégios desprovidos, de tudo isso que cansativa mas incansavelmente tantos de nós têm dito e escrito. Que pelo menos a gente saiba e, em vez de disfarçar, espalhe. Não para criar hostilidade e desordem, mas para mudar um pouquinho essa mentalidade. Nunca mais crianças brasileiras sendo filhas do lixo, nem mães dizendo que aquela é a sua sina, porque Deus quer assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus não quer assim. Os deuses não inventaram a indiferença, a crueldade, o mal causado pelo homem. Nem mandaram desviar o olhar para não ver o menino metendo avidamente na boca restos de um bolo mofado, talvez sua única refeição do dia. E, naquele instante, a câmera captou sua irmãzinha num grande sorriso inocente atrás de um par de óculos cor-de-rosa que acabara de encontrar: e assim se iluminou por um breve instante aquela imensa, trágica realidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2073600244941862967?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2073600244941862967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2073600244941862967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2073600244941862967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2073600244941862967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-post-diferente.html' title='Um post diferente...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S9cFroGSyNI/AAAAAAAABEs/xjBcIwnwKSE/s72-c/trash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4994931438269166816</id><published>2010-04-18T12:45:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:49:32.918-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visita da familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>Algumas novis... Antes de tudo, as aulas acabaram! UHU!!! Agora eu estou na epoca de provas finais, mas elas estao sendo muito melhores do que a minha ultima semana de aulas. Eu estou ateh conseguindo dormir! 8hs ainda, um luxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, aqui vao algumas fotos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado passado eu finalmente visitei a "casa" da Tamara - entenda-se: quarto. Muito fofo! Ela e a Amanda, miguxas forever, transformaram o quarto num verdadeiro cafofo de princesas, com direito a peixinhos coloridos e luminarias cor-de-rosa (eh, bem meloso mesmo! rsrsrsrs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tUsGdJcpI/AAAAAAAABDU/FD8UEpNVdEY/s1600/CIMG0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tUsGdJcpI/AAAAAAAABDU/FD8UEpNVdEY/s400/CIMG0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461552089740702354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assaltando a "geladeira" da Tamara... Tinha muito chocolate dentro daquela geladeira! rsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tVG7drUcI/AAAAAAAABDc/EEUWqwGKxh0/s1600/CIMG0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tVG7drUcI/AAAAAAAABDc/EEUWqwGKxh0/s400/CIMG0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461552550646600130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja na sexta, dois dias atras, eu cuidei do Gabriel pra Raquel e pro Junior irem a um jantar chiquetoso. A titia brincou muito com ele! Foi engracado demais, ele dormiu dando risada, com a lingua pra fora. Me matei de rir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse eh ele, muito na folga, assistindo filme do Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tVlBk2MXI/AAAAAAAABDk/7CZpNLKwYS0/s1600/DSCN0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tVlBk2MXI/AAAAAAAABDk/7CZpNLKwYS0/s400/DSCN0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461553067683361138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois veio o titio Rob, e ele deixou o pufe muito mais aconchegante... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tV1j7-29I/AAAAAAAABDs/OYsmjeh4_Pc/s1600/DSCN0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tV1j7-29I/AAAAAAAABDs/OYsmjeh4_Pc/s400/DSCN0194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461553351785110482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse eh ele brincando no parquinho do predio... Ele estava numa felicidade naquele parquinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tWOgE_1pI/AAAAAAAABD0/KnLeGy7tW8s/s1600/CIMG0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tWOgE_1pI/AAAAAAAABD0/KnLeGy7tW8s/s400/CIMG0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461553780245911186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por ultimo... Como eu contei em alguns posts atras, a primavera finalmente chegou nesse lugar triste e frio. Como resultado, algumas arvores ja estao florecendo! Vi essa ontem no campus, muito linda. Ela me fez lembrar daquele hino da primaria, sabe? "Olhei para fora e o que vi no jardim? Vi pipocas lah no peh de jasmim!" Parecem pipocas mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tW0DhChFI/AAAAAAAABD8/nTelIehO9Ag/s1600/CIMG0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tW0DhChFI/AAAAAAAABD8/nTelIehO9Ag/s400/CIMG0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554425413928018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tXCmkKGSI/AAAAAAAABEE/gasWWzXXwy8/s1600/CIMG0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tXCmkKGSI/AAAAAAAABEE/gasWWzXXwy8/s400/CIMG0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554675340417314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4994931438269166816?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4994931438269166816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4994931438269166816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4994931438269166816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4994931438269166816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/04/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S8tUsGdJcpI/AAAAAAAABDU/FD8UEpNVdEY/s72-c/CIMG0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-853096150872315465</id><published>2010-04-08T17:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:49:04.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Photoshop...</title><content type='html'>Quem me conhece sabe que eu adoro trabalhos manuais, fotografia, photoshop, desenho, pintura... enfim, muitas coisas! E hoje, enquanto eu enrolava pra escrever a minha redacao (Procastinadores: os lideres de amanha! rs), eu fiquei brincando no photoshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Raquel tirou essa foto ha um tempo, e eu gostava dela, mas sempre achei que estivesse faltando um tchanzinho. Bom, hoje eu resolvi isso! rs. Vejam a diferenca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S75oa-R1_wI/AAAAAAAABDE/t19otX789CA/s1600/Primeiros+dias+em+Provo+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S75oa-R1_wI/AAAAAAAABDE/t19otX789CA/s400/Primeiros+dias+em+Provo+(22).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457914611023347458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S75olJun9fI/AAAAAAAABDM/oEFBDs-RZak/s1600/sweet+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S75olJun9fI/AAAAAAAABDM/oEFBDs-RZak/s400/sweet+summer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457914785895544306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta diferenca, neh? E pra voces que gostam de brincar com Photoshop e fotos em geral... Encontrei esse &lt;a href="http://www.photoshoproadmap.com/Photoshop-blog/2009/01/03/30-beautiful-photo-frames-and-borders-photoshop-tutorials-brushes-and-actions/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; ensinando coisas super legais. O legal do Photoshop eh que, como voce pode fazer praticamente de tudo nele, existem milhares de tutorials (nao faco a menor ideia se existe uma palavra em portugues pra isso! Juro!) que te ensinam a fazer praticamente o que voce quiser. Super divertido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, agora deixa eu voltar pra minha redacao... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-853096150872315465?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/853096150872315465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=853096150872315465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/853096150872315465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/853096150872315465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/04/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S75oa-R1_wI/AAAAAAAABDE/t19otX789CA/s72-c/Primeiros+dias+em+Provo+(22).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-3448548595939023704</id><published>2010-04-05T20:33:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:23:27.355-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Super post de milagre de pascoa!</title><content type='html'>Ae! Final de aulas se aproximando (mais duas semanas... mais duas semanas...  - meu mantra!) E um monte de novidades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi pascoa, e por isso eu resolvi fazer algumas coisinhas de chocolate. Eu pensei em fazer ovinhos de pascoa iguais aos do Brasil, mas eu nao tenho paciencia de ficar temperando chocolate, fora toda aquela melequeira, e por isso acabei fazendo morango com chocolate e pao-de-mel recheado de beijinho. Ficou muito bom!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qeVlNDTCI/AAAAAAAABB0/elXZCyyNQd4/s1600/DSCN0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qeVlNDTCI/AAAAAAAABB0/elXZCyyNQd4/s400/DSCN0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456847992114072610" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gabriel, filho do Junior e da Raquel, ADOROU o pao de mel. Olha que coisa mais fofa com a boquinha suja de chocolate! Eu sou uma titia muito babona mesmo... rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qevvmOmxI/AAAAAAAABB8/qeI1rXjXjOs/s1600/DSCN0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qevvmOmxI/AAAAAAAABB8/qeI1rXjXjOs/s400/DSCN0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456848441580624658" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qfAx64yVI/AAAAAAAABCE/WuG50bdrolo/s1600/DSCN0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qfAx64yVI/AAAAAAAABCE/WuG50bdrolo/s400/DSCN0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456848734261922130" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em Gabriel... ele sempre apronta aqui em casa! E a titia deixa ele fazer o que quiser! rs. No domingo, como era conferencia e passamos o dia inteiro em casa, enchemos o colchao de ar na sala e ficamos lah. Depois ele veio aqui em casa e inventou uma nova brincadeira. Olha que safadinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iVEv2LTkwk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iVEv2LTkwk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou descobrindo os prazeres da cozinha, e a cada final-de-semana eu tento fazer uma receita diferente. Semana passada foi essa torta de morango que estava tao gostosa quanto linda. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qghISrnCI/AAAAAAAABCM/orYmvFpE8xk/s1600/DSCN0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qghISrnCI/AAAAAAAABCM/orYmvFpE8xk/s400/DSCN0179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850389534743586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mes de marco o tio Paulo e a tia Rosa estavam aqui. O Rob acabou fazendo o churras dele maravilhoso, que ainda estava bom apesar dos hamburgueres terem virado cookies (tipo, eles ficaram ridiculamente microscopicos! Eu ainda nao entendi o que aconteceu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qhHoVRq_I/AAAAAAAABCU/tFGKmvcDbrQ/s1600/DSCN0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qhHoVRq_I/AAAAAAAABCU/tFGKmvcDbrQ/s400/DSCN0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456851050970590194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qhnLIogoI/AAAAAAAABCc/y4blWTuil68/s1600/DSCN0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qhnLIogoI/AAAAAAAABCc/y4blWTuil68/s400/DSCN0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456851592888746626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qiR6ve-xI/AAAAAAAABCk/y4yJkEKGVuE/s1600/DSCN0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qiR6ve-xI/AAAAAAAABCk/y4yJkEKGVuE/s400/DSCN0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456852327222672146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra terminar... mes passado tambem teve o ultimo jogo do time de futebol do Rob. Eu estava lah torcendo, junto do Junior, Kel e Bibiel fofo. Infelizmente o time do Rob perdeu, mas a gente estava lah pra dar um apoio moral! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu jogador predileto... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qixIbth2I/AAAAAAAABCs/RrRw_gCl2Rc/s1600/DSCN0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qixIbth2I/AAAAAAAABCs/RrRw_gCl2Rc/s400/DSCN0167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456852863473780578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A torcida animada! rs. Nao reparem no meu cabelo, ele estava molhado, e por isso esquisito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qjIHXLAyI/AAAAAAAABC0/g70zj001FsY/s1600/DSCN0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qjIHXLAyI/AAAAAAAABC0/g70zj001FsY/s400/DSCN0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456853258323297058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gabriel torcendo! Super engracado, ele estava torcendo mesmo pro titio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qjeC2bysI/AAAAAAAABC8/seissvDUSBI/s1600/DSCN0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qjeC2bysI/AAAAAAAABC8/seissvDUSBI/s400/DSCN0166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456853635069364930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-3448548595939023704?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/3448548595939023704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=3448548595939023704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3448548595939023704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3448548595939023704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/04/super-post-de-milagre-de-pascoa.html' title='Super post de milagre de pascoa!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S7qeVlNDTCI/AAAAAAAABB0/elXZCyyNQd4/s72-c/DSCN0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4798559107478455775</id><published>2010-03-23T21:39:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:48:38.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><title type='text'>Alguma coisa acontece no meu coracao...</title><content type='html'>Que dah quando cruza a Ipiranga com a avenida Sao Joao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu estou com muita, muita, muita, mas muita saudade de Sao Paulo, de ser paulistana mesmo, da raiz. Acho que esse sentimento veio de tanto ler Veja SP para um trabalho da facul de jornalismo... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que ser mochileira nos gringos seja legal, nao tem nada como um lugar que podemos chamar de lar. E Sampa eh o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MEU&lt;/span&gt; lar. Por isso, sessao nostalgia: Aqui vao algumas fotos que eu tirei na cidade antes de vir pra ca, fotos da MINHA Sao Paulo. E pra acompanhar tudo isso, um videozinho do Caetano - porque ele realmente entendeu Sampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4VamL9m1WM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4VamL9m1WM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Museu do Ipiranga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mLzp6PoyI/AAAAAAAABBE/eGazTsZeDrc/s1600-h/museu+do+ipiranga.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mLzp6PoyI/AAAAAAAABBE/eGazTsZeDrc/s400/museu+do+ipiranga.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452042543448433442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mL873l3JI/AAAAAAAABBM/_DzLFNdgE_g/s1600-h/museu+eu+e+o+rob.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mL873l3JI/AAAAAAAABBM/_DzLFNdgE_g/s400/museu+eu+e+o+rob.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452042702887967890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mMJVyyucI/AAAAAAAABBU/LAjqDni-8oA/s1600-h/casal+no+parque.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mMJVyyucI/AAAAAAAABBU/LAjqDni-8oA/s400/casal+no+parque.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452042916005591490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha Paulista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mMUgaDciI/AAAAAAAABBc/BdWzEJgxRdY/s1600-h/paulista.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mMUgaDciI/AAAAAAAABBc/BdWzEJgxRdY/s400/paulista.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452043107833180706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mMa0ImkjI/AAAAAAAABBk/0kSltwB1E00/s1600-h/avenidas.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mMa0ImkjI/AAAAAAAABBk/0kSltwB1E00/s400/avenidas.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452043216207909426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mMf8yUyMI/AAAAAAAABBs/eFS4GaLvf2o/s1600-h/metro.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mMf8yUyMI/AAAAAAAABBs/eFS4GaLvf2o/s400/metro.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452043304429734082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4798559107478455775?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4798559107478455775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4798559107478455775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4798559107478455775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4798559107478455775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/03/alguma-coisa-acontece-no-meu-coracao.html' title='Alguma coisa acontece no meu coracao...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6mLzp6PoyI/AAAAAAAABBE/eGazTsZeDrc/s72-c/museu+do+ipiranga.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1855985293155888651</id><published>2010-03-20T12:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:48:22.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Estou viva!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oi, pessoas! A facul esta me matando e eu nao estou conseguindo atualizar o blog como eu queria, mas aqui vai uma mensagem de uma pessoa que esta sendo sacrificada aos deuses pela facul! rs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soh duas coisinhas... domingo retrasado, dia 7, foi niver do Rob. Ele nao gosta de tirar fotos, por isso nao tenho fotos dele nesse dia tao especial! :P rs. Mas, pra comemorar o niver dele eu fiz um monte de esfihas, uma receita da avoh dele. Tudo o que eu posso dizer eh que estavam maravilhosas! Tanto que eu fiz umas 40 e elas acabaram no mesmo dia. Serio! Aqui vai uma foto comprovando... (eu tirei as fotos do cel, qualidade 0!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6UhXwBPy5I/AAAAAAAABAc/Z9jzNcqSuEo/s1600-h/CIMG0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6UhXwBPy5I/AAAAAAAABAc/Z9jzNcqSuEo/s400/CIMG0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450799615912692626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6Uhh5Xc71I/AAAAAAAABAk/0fs6DliZqv0/s1600-h/CIMG0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6Uhh5Xc71I/AAAAAAAABAk/0fs6DliZqv0/s400/CIMG0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450799790220439378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana nos recebemos o censo americano! UHU! Nos vamos participar do censo gringo, e quando as pessoas fizerem pesquisas genealogicas, daqui uns 80 anos, elas nos verao nos arquivos! :) (Papo nerd de quem fez aula de genealogia na facul... releve!). Nos ficamos super empolgados de participar porque somos dois nerds, mas o Rob ficou decepcionado porque o censo na verdade soh pergunta seu nome, etnia, idade, de que pais veio, e se moramos numa casa propria ou alugada. Soh isso! Mas enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6UiQh2gQtI/AAAAAAAABAs/SjkWKvSiRiU/s1600-h/DSCN0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6UiQh2gQtI/AAAAAAAABAs/SjkWKvSiRiU/s400/DSCN0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450800591362081490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! E hoje eh o primeiro dia de primavera! Adeus, frio desgracado, bem-vindas, flores! Ai vai pra voces uma foto da BYU, a facul onde estudamos, durante a primavera. Te juro que a facul fica assim! Eh lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6UivLc0xPI/AAAAAAAABA8/C-38gwDjADo/s1600-h/byuspring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6UivLc0xPI/AAAAAAAABA8/C-38gwDjADo/s400/byuspring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450801117924738290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1855985293155888651?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/1855985293155888651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=1855985293155888651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1855985293155888651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1855985293155888651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/03/estou-viva.html' title='Estou viva!!!!!'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S6UhXwBPy5I/AAAAAAAABAc/Z9jzNcqSuEo/s72-c/CIMG0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-4377472106306934444</id><published>2010-03-07T13:00:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:47:53.651-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebracoes'/><title type='text'>Meu niver...</title><content type='html'>Quinta, dia 4 de marco, o mundo comemorou 24 anos de Monica, trazendo alegria e felicidade a todos! rs. E eu posso dizer que o meu dia foi muito bom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha umas duas semanas atras o Rob comecou a falar que tinha comprado o meu presente de aniversario. Imagine que eu nao ia ficar curiosa neh??? Acabou que eu abri meu presente na quarta a noite mesmo, ja que ele tinha embrulhado e deixado em cima da mesa pra eu morrer de curiosidade!!! rs. O Rob me deu um tablet, eh uma prancha pra desenhar no computador. EU AMEI O PRESENTE!! Ha muito tempo que eu queria um e ele acertou em cheio! Ele tambem me deu um livro de receitas excelente, que eu ja testei e em breve colocarei fotos do meu prato delicioso! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu tablet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QH9Ixg1aI/AAAAAAAAA_o/qYKNPyDo4ls/s1600-h/DSCN0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QH9Ixg1aI/AAAAAAAAA_o/qYKNPyDo4ls/s400/DSCN0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445986596306343330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob gostou tanto do tablet que ele tambem quis ficar brincando com ele... rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QJBE-4RYI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nJXT-1zLuIk/s1600-h/DSCN0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QJBE-4RYI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nJXT-1zLuIk/s400/DSCN0111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445987763519767938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse eh o primeiro desenho que eu fiz!!!! :) E, pra dar credito a todos, o Rob desenhou o braco que esta acenando. Lindinho, neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QJTdI9Q-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/mWsWPuVGJKo/s1600-h/doug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QJTdI9Q-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/mWsWPuVGJKo/s400/doug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445988079242134498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois nos fomos almocar no Tucanos, uma churrascaria brasileira que tem aqui! Eu adorei... adoro a limonada daquele lugar!&lt;br /&gt;Esse eh o Rob se servindo... ele encheu a cara de palmito. rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QJ0lFLxGI/AAAAAAAABAA/XSn3qMLtHIA/s1600-h/DSCN0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QJ0lFLxGI/AAAAAAAABAA/XSn3qMLtHIA/s400/DSCN0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445988648309474402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essa sou eu, comendo carninha boa, pao-de-queijo, e banana frita. Eu AMO banana frita, serio! Posso comer um monte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QKFrMU73I/AAAAAAAABAI/BWZ9StEQKkU/s1600-h/DSCN0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QKFrMU73I/AAAAAAAABAI/BWZ9StEQKkU/s400/DSCN0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445988942007824242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa interessante foi na quinta o dia amanheceu lindo, super ensolarado, quentinho, ateh os passarinhos estavam cantarolando, eu falei pro Rob que parecia um filme da Disney. Depois, do nada, comecou a nevar muito!!!! O tempo foi, definitivamente, de dois opostos. De um dia lindo e ensolarado pra um dia assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QKk0Z1iTI/AAAAAAAABAQ/fWxNZ60k0HY/s1600-h/DSCN0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QKk0Z1iTI/AAAAAAAABAQ/fWxNZ60k0HY/s400/DSCN0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445989477056350514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrivel, neh??? Hoje eh niver do Rob, por isso mais tarde volto com um post sobre o dia dele. BJINHOS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-4377472106306934444?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/4377472106306934444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=4377472106306934444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4377472106306934444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/4377472106306934444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/03/meu-niver.html' title='Meu niver...'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S5QH9Ixg1aI/AAAAAAAAA_o/qYKNPyDo4ls/s72-c/DSCN0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1985252772187263433</id><published>2010-02-25T14:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:47:37.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Eu tenho que ir pro trabalho mesmo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4blZcfx7lI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Zk-Tiq9btIw/s1600-h/friozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4blZcfx7lI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Zk-Tiq9btIw/s400/friozinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442289425032801874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4blhEU9lOI/AAAAAAAAA_g/VNwrjkw9I8Q/s1600-h/preguicinha....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4blhEU9lOI/AAAAAAAAA_g/VNwrjkw9I8Q/s400/preguicinha....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442289555983930594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1985252772187263433?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/1985252772187263433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=1985252772187263433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1985252772187263433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/1985252772187263433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-tenho-que-ir-pro-trabalho-mesmo.html' title='Eu tenho que ir pro trabalho mesmo?'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4blZcfx7lI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Zk-Tiq9btIw/s72-c/friozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-6472484648947611940</id><published>2010-02-24T21:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:47:23.285-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Metas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4YCHh-kYzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/iffBpOfh4E4/s1600-h/CHI%2BSF_LOGO_910x510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4YCHh-kYzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/iffBpOfh4E4/s400/CHI%2BSF_LOGO_910x510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442039528126964530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo ano a gente comeca com 27 mil metas. Ah, esse ano eu emagreco. Ah, esse ano eu arranjo um emprego melhor. Ah, mas esse ano eu viajo pra Paris. Passam-se os meses e acaba com voce 3kg mais gorda, sem ter distribuido 1 curriculo sequer, e sem nem ao menos o passaporte. Por isso, esse ano eu resolvi fazer metas alcancaveis, e nao 27 mil, mas meia-duzia possivel. E por isso eu vou compartilhar com voces uma recem-adicionada na minha lista: me preparar fisicamente para correr ano que vem em uma maratona. Isso mesmo. Foi isso que voce leu. Monica em uma maratona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa meta veio hoje, depois de eu ter comido uma fatia de pizza a tarde, doritos e Danish pastry na reuniao do servico, e no final nao ter nem a satisfacao de me sentir bem comigo mesma. Depois, ao chegar em casa me sentindo 350kg mais gorda, vi o blog de uma guria que conheco, super linda, magra, 2 filhos. 2 FILHOS! E ela estava correndo em uma maratona. Sabe quando voce cai na real e fala: o que eu to fazendo comigo mesma? Serio que eu quero judiar do meu corpo assim? Eh engracado, porque as pessoas falam tanto de ser saudaveis, de cuidar do corpo, mas as vezes parece que isso se relaciona apenas a nao fumar ou beber. Bom, saude vai alem disso. E eu resolvi abracar a causa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao, nao estou dizendo adeus a pizza (Aloooowww??? Aqui quem vos escreve eh a Monica, e isso eh impossivel para mim!). Mas estou dizendo que vou diminuir a gordice. Quero terminar o dia me sentindo BEM, e quero me exercitar porque eu nao aguento mais ficar ofegante ao subir as escadas do meu predio (eu moro no terceiro andar e nao tem elevador). Alem do mais, eu amo correr. Pra quem nao sabe, quando adolescente (ateh fazer 18 anos e comecar a dirigir) eu corria e caminhava bastante. Teve uma epoca que eu corria 2km por dia. Quero voltar a ter essa sensacao boa de se exercitar, e no final correr eh a unica coisa relacionada a exercicios que eu realmente amo fazer (bom, adorei ioga tambem, mas meu horario maluco nao me permite mais fazer as aulas). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, esperem pra me ver correndo ano que vem em uma maratona. E um dia na maratona da Nike para mulheres. Mas pra essa eu nao vou colocar data, porque ela acontece em San Francisco, alguns estados de distancia, e durante o mes de Outubro, quando estou em aulas. Ah, mas eu vou correr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E caso voce esteja se perguntando porque correr soh ano que vem, bom... eu preciso entrar em forma, neh? Se eu nao consigo subir 3 andares de escada sem ficar ofegante, acredite, esse nao rola maratona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzem os dedos por mim!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-6472484648947611940?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/6472484648947611940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=6472484648947611940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6472484648947611940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/6472484648947611940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/02/metas.html' title='Metas'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4YCHh-kYzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/iffBpOfh4E4/s72-c/CHI%2BSF_LOGO_910x510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-7455522244042071843</id><published>2010-02-20T18:21:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:47:01.632-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visita da familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Visita do Papis e Arthur</title><content type='html'>Em janeiro, depois de uma semana da mae ter ido embora, meu papis lindo chegou com o meu primo Tutuzinho (ou Arthur). Passeamos muito com pai, aqui vao algumas fotos, uma parte em Utah e outra em Vegas! UHU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinha? Fazendo compras em Park City. Eh, essa galera nao cansa! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CLOjCbc1I/AAAAAAAAA90/Q-YTkYANcgk/s1600-h/S6000382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CLOjCbc1I/AAAAAAAAA90/Q-YTkYANcgk/s400/S6000382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440501431903417170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No centro muito lindo de Park City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CLk_mj3VI/AAAAAAAAA98/Oq90zULk_jQ/s1600-h/S6000385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CLk_mj3VI/AAAAAAAAA98/Oq90zULk_jQ/s400/S6000385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440501817528278354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito andar, nada melhor do que uma boa refeicao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CL_fHxAxI/AAAAAAAAA-E/GDsCgig-SRY/s1600-h/S6000387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CL_fHxAxI/AAAAAAAAA-E/GDsCgig-SRY/s400/S6000387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440502272665649938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pai limpando o carro pra me levar pra facul... Coisas de pai! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CMrYJ_YaI/AAAAAAAAA-M/fSoxm9jZcgQ/s1600-h/papis+limpando+o+carro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CMrYJ_YaI/AAAAAAAAA-M/fSoxm9jZcgQ/s400/papis+limpando+o+carro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440503026710176162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viva, viva, viva Las Vegas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rob eh um rapaz muito aplicado nos estudos e nao pode ir com a gente pra Las Vegas. Eu senti muito a falta dele, mas foram soh dois dias longe, entao deu pra aguentar! Mas eu lembrei dele e trouxe varios mimos da Coca... rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na frente do hotel cassino MGM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CNZxt07PI/AAAAAAAAA-U/PgXEIaPMfoU/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CNZxt07PI/AAAAAAAAA-U/PgXEIaPMfoU/s400/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440503823845354738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na loja da Coca, com o ursinho da Coca! Ele era tao fofinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CNxNuHIPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0L3r6EH305Q/s1600-h/DSCN0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CNxNuHIPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0L3r6EH305Q/s400/DSCN0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440504226499731698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tao fofinho que eu nao resisti e fui dar um beijinho nele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4COECq3WZI/AAAAAAAAA-k/SVDS1hk-8PU/s1600-h/DSCN0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4COECq3WZI/AAAAAAAAA-k/SVDS1hk-8PU/s400/DSCN0068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440504549950839186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prova de que sim, eu lembrei do Rob! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4COmfRes2I/AAAAAAAAA-s/8uozIDWN0Es/s1600-h/DSCN0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4COmfRes2I/AAAAAAAAA-s/8uozIDWN0Es/s400/DSCN0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440505141744546658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loja do M&amp;M's nao contribuiu para a minha dieta! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CO03NRxwI/AAAAAAAAA-0/pePuu4rRCR4/s1600-h/DSCN0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CO03NRxwI/AAAAAAAAA-0/pePuu4rRCR4/s400/DSCN0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440505388687542018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na volta passamos por St. George e tiramos uma foto na frente do templo de lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CPLluXqeI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-327HPrLfBY/s1600-h/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CPLluXqeI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-327HPrLfBY/s400/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440505779131492834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-7455522244042071843?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/7455522244042071843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=7455522244042071843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7455522244042071843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7455522244042071843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/02/visita-do-papis-e-arthur.html' title='Visita do Papis e Arthur'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CLOjCbc1I/AAAAAAAAA90/Q-YTkYANcgk/s72-c/S6000382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-7624405083277004611</id><published>2010-02-20T17:34:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:46:45.715-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visita da familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Mamis, Marina, Tamara, e Nos.</title><content type='html'>Mamae por perto eh sempre bom. Colinho, comidinha, passeios, presentes, mimos... tem coisa melhor do que mae? Pois em Dezembro de 2009 (gente, eu preciso atualizar isso aqui!) minha mamis veio com a Marina e a Tamara pra passar o natal. Nos divertimos muito, jogamos Wii ateh dizer chega, e passamos muito frio na neve. Foi muito bom ter minha mamis e minhas irmas pertinho de mim de novo. Soh o Rob que acho que nao curtiu a sogra e as cunhadas em casa... rsrsrsrs. Aqui esta a prova disso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde voce vai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-462e28f6746a3bb4" 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://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D462e28f6746a3bb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C1C203FEAEC07743C3083C1FDBA82EFD1098990.3A889F3AF15C5241D74D60390282D3C45C054960%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D462e28f6746a3bb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcl-soVQtq_uTZzGcPlAzhFy7Wlk&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://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D462e28f6746a3bb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C1C203FEAEC07743C3083C1FDBA82EFD1098990.3A889F3AF15C5241D74D60390282D3C45C054960%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D462e28f6746a3bb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcl-soVQtq_uTZzGcPlAzhFy7Wlk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse video voce tem que assistir!!! O maior mico (tadinha) da mamis se estabacando na neve... A gente nao teve doh, tadinha. Mas muito engracado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7zKGJkeAwg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7zKGJkeAwg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CDerFEnOI/AAAAAAAAA80/jYFz1VksT7s/s1600-h/HPIM0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CDerFEnOI/AAAAAAAAA80/jYFz1VksT7s/s400/HPIM0313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440492912846871778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeando na BYU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CEebSJXbI/AAAAAAAAA88/SXwrtNDiYx0/s1600-h/HPIM0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CEebSJXbI/AAAAAAAAA88/SXwrtNDiYx0/s400/HPIM0312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440494008118369714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamis, Marina e Tamara andando sobre as aguas (congeladas) do lago que tem aqui do lado em Provo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CFOfpY6RI/AAAAAAAAA9E/PN4GJ2hApV0/s1600-h/HPIM0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CFOfpY6RI/AAAAAAAAA9E/PN4GJ2hApV0/s400/HPIM0348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440494833923320082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marido gato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CF94CzKpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/RW3FyNJK-_s/s1600-h/HPIM0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CF94CzKpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/RW3FyNJK-_s/s400/HPIM0359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440495647926200978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado de Park City!!! COMPRAS!!! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CGPUEjB-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/nWOI6vp7B6s/s1600-h/HPIM0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CGPUEjB-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/nWOI6vp7B6s/s400/HPIM0369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440495947507501026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal no natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CGebZrz1I/AAAAAAAAA9c/lKs_ryPS-U4/s1600-h/Fotos+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CGebZrz1I/AAAAAAAAA9c/lKs_ryPS-U4/s400/Fotos+158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440496207173242706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marmelada! A mae me tirou no amigo secreto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CG3q8OumI/AAAAAAAAA9k/xuBrHyVWPYQ/s1600-h/Fotos+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CG3q8OumI/AAAAAAAAA9k/xuBrHyVWPYQ/s400/Fotos+166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440496640841398882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As poderosas!!! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CHOm7PXQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MUT5NBDV2fs/s1600-h/100_4295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CHOm7PXQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MUT5NBDV2fs/s400/100_4295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440497034900495618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-7624405083277004611?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/7624405083277004611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=7624405083277004611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7624405083277004611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/7624405083277004611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2010/02/mamis-marina-tamara-e-nos.html' title='Mamis, Marina, Tamara, e Nos.'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/S4CDerFEnOI/AAAAAAAAA80/jYFz1VksT7s/s72-c/HPIM0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-3411417433353721050</id><published>2009-12-11T19:51:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:46:30.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Momento eu, eu e mais de mim mesma,</title><content type='html'>Ola, pessoinhas que visitam esse blog cheio de po! As aulas da BYU finalmente acabaram e eu estou relembrando o que eh ter uma vida. E nisso eu tambem lembrei o que eh ter um blog! rsrsrs. Vou tirar a poeira daqui com alguns posts pra mante-los informados da minha vida e da do Rob (bem Contigo mesmo!!! rsrsrsrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entons... como voces sabem eu estou trilhando os caminhos da fama (hahaha. Quem me dera!).  Mes passado eu tive que fazer uma sessao de fotos para um projetos que temos no servico (cof cof).  E eu tenho aqui algumas fotos de primeira mao, bem Contigo mesmo! Conteudo exclusivo! Tiramos as fotos no campo de beisebol e estava um frio maldito, e eu tendo que tirar os 27 mil casacos que estava usando para ficar bonita.  Serio, foi dificil, viu? E ainda sorrir como se eu nao estivesse com os dedos dormentes e congelados... :P  As fotos foram tiradas por Angela Santos, uma de nossas reporteres. Ela eh super querida e linda, e por isso acho que ela deveria ter sido a modelo, e nao a fotografa. Mas enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram mais de 100 fotos, mas por motivos obvios eu vou colocar 5% das fotos aqui! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipo... oi, perfil do orkut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMGYsiTq4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pfgugb-mXEo/s1600-h/722633606_P3q3r-X3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMGYsiTq4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pfgugb-mXEo/s400/722633606_P3q3r-X3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414178198371150722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMGyrAbKaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QMl0rHyxTxY/s1600-h/736130523_100%25+azul+crew+426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMGyrAbKaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QMl0rHyxTxY/s400/736130523_100%25+azul+crew+426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414178644637198754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa sou eu muito sexy... rs. Eu tava brincando com a gravata do Javier, um dos reporteres do programa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMHGYbOlQI/AAAAAAAAA6g/YG07P5LDiys/s1600-h/736134538_WGiiG-X3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMHGYbOlQI/AAAAAAAAA6g/YG07P5LDiys/s400/736134538_WGiiG-X3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414178983246730498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com cara de vergonha. rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMHfKT9l6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/a-Wzmced6eA/s1600-h/736135065_100%25+azul+crew+527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMHfKT9l6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/a-Wzmced6eA/s400/736135065_100%25+azul+crew+527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414179408954890146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa eu estava fingindo que estava assistindo o jogo. Como voces podem ver eu sou uma otima atriz. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMH318Ft8I/AAAAAAAAA6w/sVkAAJTu7LI/s1600-h/736137758_100%25+azul+crew+645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMH318Ft8I/AAAAAAAAA6w/sVkAAJTu7LI/s400/736137758_100%25+azul+crew+645.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414179832982779842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e as varias variaveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMIQU_w3GI/AAAAAAAAA64/aWUO1bjhpa0/s1600-h/736138355_100%25+azul+crew+666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMIQU_w3GI/AAAAAAAAA64/aWUO1bjhpa0/s400/736138355_100%25+azul+crew+666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180253636549730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMIY_TYuiI/AAAAAAAAA7A/bbKdoadDfWg/s1600-h/736138395_100%25+azul+crew+667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMIY_TYuiI/AAAAAAAAA7A/bbKdoadDfWg/s400/736138395_100%25+azul+crew+667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180402432096802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-3411417433353721050?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/3411417433353721050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=3411417433353721050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3411417433353721050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/3411417433353721050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2009/12/momento-eu-eu-e-mais-de-mim-mesma.html' title='Momento eu, eu e mais de mim mesma,'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/SyMGYsiTq4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pfgugb-mXEo/s72-c/722633606_P3q3r-X3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-442567516349300669</id><published>2009-10-29T09:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:31:37.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Videos em Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>Pra voces verem como eh linda a Sin City mais famosa do mundo... Eu devia ter tirado foto pra mostrar como Las Vegas eh de verdade. A cidade mesmo nao tem nada, parece um monte de casinhas no meio do deserto, e ai tem a Las Vegas Blvd, onde ficam os hoteis. Quando a gente ve a cidade em filmes, CSI, etc. parece que ela eh super gigante, mas eh mentira! eh soh uma avenida! Por isso eh meio estranho... tudo plano, e um monte de predio enfileirado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrando na Las Vegas Blvd, a rua mais famosa de Vegas (e onde ficam os hoteis, casinos famosos, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c728951214e75033" 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://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc728951214e75033%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D573BD90534926EDFF64BE2E6AB446C887ED8C7F7.25E24DC0D9CFE8EA7656297D6D133D3383472EE2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc728951214e75033%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTfl-fGVvmWDFOeid4hwR9A7ZPik&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://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc728951214e75033%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D573BD90534926EDFF64BE2E6AB446C887ED8C7F7.25E24DC0D9CFE8EA7656297D6D133D3383472EE2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc728951214e75033%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTfl-fGVvmWDFOeid4hwR9A7ZPik&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois coloco outro video que esta demorando pra carregar. Tem mais coisa ainda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-442567516349300669?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/442567516349300669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=442567516349300669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/442567516349300669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/442567516349300669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2009/10/videos-em-las-vegas.html' title='Videos em Las Vegas'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-8453373287776922060</id><published>2009-10-27T09:30:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:45:43.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>U2</title><content type='html'>Eu estou tentando colocar um video do Black Eyed Peas muito massa mas nao carrega nunca. Estou pensando seriamente em criar uma conta no YouTube! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, aqui estao alguns trechos do show maravilhoso do U2. A gente pulou, gritou, cantou, dancou... e chorou quando acabou! Foi maravilhoso, a iluminacao, tudo! O show do Black Eyed Peas durou uma hora (porque eles estavam lah como coadjuvantes, neh?) e o do U2 durou 2h30min. Ele cantou todas as classicas! Quase tive um treco quando ele cantou "Sunday Bloody Sunday" (a minha predileta). A Elevation e Beautiful Day tambem foram massa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/u2#p/u"&gt;link do youtube&lt;/a&gt; voces podem assistir o show que foi depois no nosso, na integra. Ele nao eh o mesmo, mas foi muito parecido, ja que ateh as roupas que eles estao usando sao as mesmas (ai que porquinhos! hahahaha).  E a qualidade eh, claro, mil vezes melhor do que os nossos videos feitos com uma camera fotografica! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vao alguns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Beautiful Day!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29dae783ad9ee526" 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://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29dae783ad9ee526%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A0FCE80B8A1188DA9C92562AC3F337D32E0CC32.4745072280A60A5BDC7928ABE1D6DACAC5BFE2F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29dae783ad9ee526%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK3tZ1Ql2hHn_oK_UhnL6Bq3gKNA&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://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29dae783ad9ee526%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A0FCE80B8A1188DA9C92562AC3F337D32E0CC32.4745072280A60A5BDC7928ABE1D6DACAC5BFE2F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29dae783ad9ee526%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK3tZ1Ql2hHn_oK_UhnL6Bq3gKNA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-8453373287776922060?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/8453373287776922060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=8453373287776922060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/8453373287776922060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/8453373287776922060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2009/10/u2.html' title='U2'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-2034620767540045172</id><published>2009-10-26T21:26:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:45:18.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Black Eyed Peas - continuacao</title><content type='html'>Eu tentei baixar uns videos, mas esse blog leva 20 anos pra carregar um videozinho mixuruca, por isso to seriamente pensando em abrir uma conta no youtube pra voces verem as coisas... no kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pedidos (da Jan) aqui vai o video do "Where's the Love" Ta meio podre, mas o que vale eh a intencao! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2eb59bd86851e4ea" 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://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2eb59bd86851e4ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FA6E85C0C8668624D0746075BE7E761870E727E.33BE55831BD6B8E7F8FE2AC45977C0D6741C7A35%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2eb59bd86851e4ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8nOdgDt3htZ_XSC6gJ6l67Z0OCQ&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://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2eb59bd86851e4ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FA6E85C0C8668624D0746075BE7E761870E727E.33BE55831BD6B8E7F8FE2AC45977C0D6741C7A35%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2eb59bd86851e4ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8nOdgDt3htZ_XSC6gJ6l67Z0OCQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta, eu tentei carregar outros videos mas como eles nao carregam nunca eu desisto!!! Vou colocar mais fotos em breve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-2034620767540045172?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/feeds/2034620767540045172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162094738969587799&amp;postID=2034620767540045172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2034620767540045172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162094738969587799/posts/default/2034620767540045172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oslunas.blogspot.com/2009/10/black-eyed-peas-continuacao.html' title='Black Eyed Peas - continuacao'/><author><name>Mônica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFBnLUEk6Mw/TBWtq7DQfkI/AAAAAAAABGs/Csd0kW72rAw/S220/profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162094738969587799.post-1474507099090352320</id><published>2009-10-26T19:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:45:02.859-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Black Eyed Peas - 1a parte</title><content type='html'>Pessoinhas do meu coracao... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O casalzinho aqui teve um final-de-semana maravilhoso! Tiramos milhares de fotos e fizemos um milhao de videos, e como nao da pra colocar tudo de uma vez eu vou colocar aos poucos. Eu ja coloquei algumas fotos no orkut, mas vou colocar outras aqui com o tempo, e tambem vou colocar varios videos que o Rob fez do show. Aguardem! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos no caminho... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1102826cab1b319d" 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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1102826cab1b319d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39CA4422DBD2982319A958106C72F5343C7737BF.411D72E2649EF18CDAEE71F97DD55BE7F591D047%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1102826cab1b319d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkxBLrc0bSjMOAy7_6yCh9_Drq8Q&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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1102826cab1b319d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39CA4422DBD2982319A958106C72F5343C7737BF.411D72E2649EF18CDAEE71F97DD55BE7F591D047%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1102826cab1b319d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkxBLrc0bSjMOAy7_6yCh9_Drq8Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como abertura teve show do Black Eyed Peas. Nos nao estavamos esperando, a gente na verdade nem sabia!!!! Foi muito massa, e eles realmente colocaram a galera pra cima.  Eles cantaram algumas famosas (Big Girls Don't Cry, Pump It, Where's the Love, e outras). Enfim, foi um SUPER plus no show! Nos dancamos muito, pulamos... em alguns videos da pra ouvir os meus gritos e os do Rob! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trechinho do Black Eyed Peas cantando "Pump It".  No comeco o video ta meio embassado, mas depois fica melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ee48a1dd994df62" 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://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ee48a1dd994df62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71F3872A7A08DA198CF06CB93604530D6B8FD26A.5D46189EF4CF87E4386E55B5347A1AE6F963180B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ee48a1dd994df62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX77w36ReJjPxsgEzNIX900a-jSQ&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://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ee48a1dd994df62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331142036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71F3872A7A08DA198CF06CB93604530D6B8FD26A.5D46189EF4CF87E4386E55B5347A1AE6F963180B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ee48a1dd994df62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX77w36ReJjPxsgEzNIX900a-jSQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem mais no proximo post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162094738969587799-1474507099090352320?l=oslunas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='h
