tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71731779921825632432024-03-19T12:09:39.727+00:00Raggedy AnnAt interstate 40, but refusing to grow up. Infertility detour along the way, but back on track.Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.comBlogger359125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-11774958902390953482009-05-23T15:04:00.002+01:002009-05-23T15:07:33.469+01:00Caminhada pela Fertilidade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ss-weE7HmZ-nBIXvNA6KofPYnTMdmHG6i63EnDTaFkt4xo578Z_7QCgWD3K6UdKmUj3Zd2ZF_LBH8vbnHdKOraMEXNhaVmbM_JoqDYiqnRJ55ZwxlY-L_txuj_3CO4WJAsXj-fL3t0oi/s1600-h/banner-2-caminhada-blogs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ss-weE7HmZ-nBIXvNA6KofPYnTMdmHG6i63EnDTaFkt4xo578Z_7QCgWD3K6UdKmUj3Zd2ZF_LBH8vbnHdKOraMEXNhaVmbM_JoqDYiqnRJ55ZwxlY-L_txuj_3CO4WJAsXj-fL3t0oi/s400/banner-2-caminhada-blogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339020749094641682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">No próximo dia 21 de Junho, a Associação Portuguesa de Fertilidade promove a 2ª Caminhada pela Fertilidade, no Parque da Cidade (Porto), assinalando o <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dia Nacional da Fertilidade</span> e o <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mês Internacional da Fertilidade</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Esta iniciativa, com um percurso de 2km, em por objectivo sensibilizar os cidadãos para os actuais problemas de fertilidade e visa promover a saúde reprodutiva em geral.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A todos os participantes será oferecido um Kit-Caminhada, distribuído no local da concentração, onde a APFertilidade manterá uma tenda fixa com actividades recreativas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A participação na Caminhada é gratuita, mas exige uma <a href="http://forum.apfertilidade.org/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=27164"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">inscrição</span></a></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">, por razões logísticas.</span></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-30764691769873611512009-05-07T21:05:00.001+01:002009-05-07T21:05:45.935+01:00Here, listening to...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XkeDzUVq1BM&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XkeDzUVq1BM&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-91347867243438589812009-05-04T21:51:00.003+01:002009-05-04T22:19:04.693+01:00Perfect Moment Monday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTfLumfkHB-_WQlT-G12xS7cED1Yy3DGOokn76XiaT1x_dc0uUDqpnGt_cEzH6KexHkgFvmnYsHibncLq4a3Chki8M4qfl3DOXsWJNudb3ofRbc_ZxJ9Q-loSIsIQD3hcjCCV-MGryK2M/s1600-h/Perfect+moment.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTfLumfkHB-_WQlT-G12xS7cED1Yy3DGOokn76XiaT1x_dc0uUDqpnGt_cEzH6KexHkgFvmnYsHibncLq4a3Chki8M4qfl3DOXsWJNudb3ofRbc_ZxJ9Q-loSIsIQD3hcjCCV-MGryK2M/s320/Perfect+moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332079883142098370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">First of all, I owe you all apologies for not being back for so long. But it's the same old, same old...work! work! work! My internet is back to normal and I'm connected to the world once again. Yay! I've been navigating the land of twitter (as Mel would put it) these last few weeks spreading the word of my <a href="www.apfertilidade.org">Association </a>around, trying to reach other people, other communities. And this is where my Perfect Moment comes in...<br /><br />It was Mother's Day here in Portugal yesterday. Not an easy day for us IF gals! I remember all too well the pain and the emptiness associated to this day. Yesterday a darling friend of mine, <a href="http://www.bookfinder.com/author/luis-filipe-sarmento/">Luís Filipe Sarmento</a>, a Portuguese writer and poet, sent me, line by line via Twitter, a beautiful poem written specifically for this day, dedicated to all women in Portugal who are still struggling to become a mother. I was so touched by this incredible act of kindness and generosity. The poem, entitled "Hello mother, I'm not here yet", is posted on the <a href="http://www.apfertilidade.org/blog/2009/05/03/%E2%80%9Cola-mae-eu-ainda-nao-existo%E2%80%9D/">blog</a> of the Portuguese Fertility Association, and when I have a bit more time, I want to translate it to English and share it with you all. Here it goes in Portuguese:<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Olá, mãe, eu ainda não existo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">sou apenas o teu sonho de ternura</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">em busca da eternidade</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sei que me procuras com todo o risco</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">os teus dias são feitos de amargura</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">para que o destino seja natividade</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eu tenho um nome antes de nascer</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">e uma casa plena de afectos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">para que, mãe, possas renascer</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">e eu seja o sentido</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dos teus projectos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eu não desisto de ti, mãe</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sou apenas uma ideia quando olhas as estrelas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">perdida no paraíso dos sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Um dia serei alguém</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a navegar nos teus braços como caravelas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">no mar dos teus olhos risonhos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eu sou o filho que te espera</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">no mundo desconhecido do além</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">farei parte de uma nova era</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">serei o filho sonhado de minha mãe.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-38469018411764618032009-04-26T17:11:00.002+01:002009-04-26T17:28:32.824+01:00Knock! Knock! Anyone still out there?<div style="text-align: justify;">Things have been really tough around here, barely surviving on a crappy net connection. Hopefully everything will be sorted and back to normal in a couple of days. However, I did not appreciate being held "hostage" by a phone company. Still feel like going out there to kick their ass. Other than this to rant about, it's been really busy at school these past couple of weeks and the outlook for the next month is even worse. Oh well! Can't really complain when you've got a steady job that you actually enjoy.<br /><br />The little guy is doing really well. Loving school! Enjoying life! And always a smile on that gorgeous face of his. Couldn't ask for more.<br /><br />I've just realised how much I've missed blogging and all my blog buddies. I'll have a lot of catching up to do once my internet is sorted.<br /><br />A great Sunday to all & catch you soon! :)<br /><br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-3397965993584589512009-04-15T15:44:00.005+01:002009-04-15T21:14:34.531+01:00A quick hello<div style="text-align: justify;">Having internet problems at home (what else is new?). I have very limited access, meaning I'm only able to view/answer emails and not much else. It's a long story, and believe me, you don't want to hear it. Hopefully all will be sorted some time next week. That is, if I survive that long.<br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-4260669538843060672009-04-13T21:07:00.004+01:002009-04-13T22:19:28.665+01:00Perfect Moment Monday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmw2R36wr8CnmDxLM7CKgq30krgWl8AcX5l8XPgxZGOnr1nGJZFuHe86WZ66aLdzG27TXuuKrgWi3mH2GDbDSPb5aVHsfMA9M5YoY6aIZNpp50Euzerpvkq92x583gvUf_tGnJ_lPSrnpz/s320/Perfect+moment.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGGAzDuicJAXmBBaDNAOurAO7MkBG5fC1WFkswpq46Eo39JxZB5fg0o9MkOu4qU9epAzWMCj8TXRJhSJihnFfN3eguFbOpono5UfARqp5UeBnX5X__vcj7yKpjG-lUijmd-OfjsCghD2D/s320/Perfect+moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324287992899463794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We were supposed to go grocery shopping today and then, as a treat, I'd take the little guy to McDonald's. At the shopping centre he went straight for the toy department. A little while later he came running up begging me to buy him a gormiti (these "things" he collects). I said no. I felt a scene coming on. I could see the tears building up in his eyes. My own heart was breaking. But I stuck to my no and he kept his cool. I bought him a book instead. After doing the shopping, I realised we were running very late and explained that we couldn't make it to McDonald's today and I promised we'd go over the weekend. I aplogised, he said it was ok. He spent the rest of the afternoon reading the book I'd bought him and said it was much better than a gormiti. When he kissed me goodnight he told me I was the best mom in the world. A sigh of rlief. My little guy is growing up and I think I'm doing an ok job as his mom. It was a perfect moment indeed.<br /><br />Don't forget to stop by <a href="http://weebleswobblog.blogspot.com/">Lori</a>'s for more <a href="http://weebleswobblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-moment-monday-toot-toot.html">Perfect Moments</a>.<br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-46859043596729443602009-04-13T18:42:00.003+01:002009-04-13T18:55:35.061+01:00Friends Award<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAdaABMbv7y8iHyTsjliQ5ivWbsbArKmWCoWkYiAFxWUTYX5ZMMmC7VcrCP0xJddGW6GgXnk0RoHrBaBTFPbc976SVkRCWJEHz2SZ3aI2pKUK809j2DQIBTE7ad95w_KdOLkQcyT0k4Yfv/s1600-h/Friend_award.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAdaABMbv7y8iHyTsjliQ5ivWbsbArKmWCoWkYiAFxWUTYX5ZMMmC7VcrCP0xJddGW6GgXnk0RoHrBaBTFPbc976SVkRCWJEHz2SZ3aI2pKUK809j2DQIBTE7ad95w_KdOLkQcyT0k4Yfv/s320/Friend_award.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324235591214622594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you, sweet <a href="http://comicallyflawed.blogspot.com/">Martha</a>, for this lovely <span style="font-weight: bold;">friends award</span>. I'm truly honoured...my very first blog award! You know I'd be lost here without you, <a href="http://comicallyflawed.blogspot.com/">Martha</a>.<br /></div><br />So, according to the rules, I have to pay it forward to 8 other blog friends:<br /><br /><ul><li><a href="http://awandererswares.blogspot.com/">A Wanderer's Wares</a></li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://wesingwedancewestealthings.blogspot.com/"> Life induces thoughts, mostly random </a></li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://parenthoodforme.blogspot.com/"> Parenthood for Me</a></li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://babysmiling.wordpress.com/"> Baby Smiling In Back Seat</a></li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://aliciamillis.typepad.com/alicia/"> alicia</a></li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://battynurse.blogspot.com/">I want to be a mommy</a></li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://thefertileinfertile.blogspot.com/">Dragondreamer's Lair </a></li><li><a href="http://ciberutero-almamater.blogspot.com/">Ciber Utero</a> (Portuguese blog buddy)</li><li><a href="http://weebleswobblog.blogspot.com/">Weebles Wobblog</a> (I know you got this from Martha as well)<br /></li></ul>And this just made my day!Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-255292290674109482009-04-13T14:52:00.003+01:002009-04-13T14:58:55.977+01:00Back to reality<div style="text-align: justify;">Just got back from a lovely weekend up in the beautiful hills of northern Portugal. Hope everyone had a great Easter. Mine was sinful: great food & wine! Weather is crap today (cold & rainy), which matches my mood. Can't believe it's back to work tomorrow after 2 weeks of bliss. Off to unpack and do laundry, but first need to catch up on all my blog buddies.<br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-7044145598794092182009-04-09T21:43:00.004+01:002009-04-09T22:05:31.218+01:00Quotable Quotidian<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://parenthoodforme.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tixQr56xJ1zdYda4HRBymVauHN6IcNDi9-sVork1cfV2t1YVWxRAubYDOYs8fArEKVX_1Jg3oeLRaqwBfmuC6_QAcrYc5HOZFNwBE7Xi9L94njjf4pqVFoiCuuBwgJCHXbrNgb9bdxbY/s200/pfmqq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798721102517682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"You must be the change you want to see in the world."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ghandi</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Nearly 2 years ago we started our first infertility support group, which later led to a network of support groups across Portugal, which I coordinate (<a href="www.apfertilidade.org">APFertilidade</a>). The above quote is the <a href="http://www.apfertilidade.org/blog/2008/06/15/um-ano-de-vozes-amigas/">mott</a><a href="http://www.apfertilidade.org/blog/2008/06/15/um-ano-de-vozes-amigas/">o</a> of our project. We felt in our hearts that the change had to start within ourselves before we could expect others to regard the pain of infertility differently. We've come a long way and I do believe that there has been a significant change; however there is still a long and winding road ahead and much to be done in order to reach out to those that really do need our help.<br /></div><br />Pop over to <a href="http://parenthoodforme.blogspot.com/">Parenthood for Me</a> to read other inspiring quotes.Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-77997733087835443312009-04-08T23:11:00.006+01:002009-04-08T23:18:50.570+01:00Outras Vozes<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaeZOm1og7ysqVCrzcdwXA__wEXEAMmAUbStTygskPwQrvvqqH49ojWc_7rrs9QHnn_dUaxR-cOY3cOIznoT8PZ3GAB6AFkAxG-pI1l2Oa3PxSU-rSsln-7JNdE50nsbNkISaMkJmyufx3/s1600-h/543221_seurat.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaeZOm1og7ysqVCrzcdwXA__wEXEAMmAUbStTygskPwQrvvqqH49ojWc_7rrs9QHnn_dUaxR-cOY3cOIznoT8PZ3GAB6AFkAxG-pI1l2Oa3PxSU-rSsln-7JNdE50nsbNkISaMkJmyufx3/s320/543221_seurat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322446923960993682" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Camponesa Sentada, George Seurat (1883)<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Há tempos, quando fui à terra dos meus pais, encontrei a Maria*, uma vizinha lá da aldeia, que deve ter mais ou menos a minha idade. Ela já está casada há muitos anos e não tem filhos, o que levanta sempre a suspeita de infertilidade. Nunca tinha abordado o assunto com ela. Sempre achei que, por conhecer a minha história, ela poderia vir falar comigo quando o quisesse. Nunca o fez.<br /><br />Quando a encontrei, ela ia a caminho do campo e parou para fazer umas festas ao meu filho. Deu-me um aperto no coração. Ganhei um bocadinho de coragem e perguntei-lhe se ela e o marido nunca pensaram fazer tratamentos. Ela olhou para mim e, com um sorriso triste, disse «Claro que sim! Ainda pensamos nisso. O meu cunhado Manel até ofereceu-se para nos emprestar dinheiro, mas não quisemos. Temos o gado para cuidar e quem olha por isto quando estamos fora? Deus assim não quis.» Tive que me controlar para não me desmanchar à frente dela. Apetecia-me dizer-lhe que não deitasse as culpas todas para Deus, que os homens, também tinham a sua dose. Aqueles que não se lembram que há tantos Marias por este país fora, sem informação, sem apoios, sem condições financeiras para sequer procurar ajuda. Mulheres que aceitam assim a sua condição como um desígnio de Deus, quase sem questionarem se seriam filhas do mesmo Deus que dá algumas oportunidades a quem tem uma condição financeira mais favorável ou um bocadinho de sorte de viver num meio com acesso a mais informação.<br /><br />Como eu gostaria de ser uma espécie de Robin Hood e arrancar com aquela mulher para a cidade para que tivesse, pelo menos, uma oportunidade para conseguir ser mãe. Mas também não seria justo criar ilusões numa mulher que se resignara ao seu "<a href="http://forum.apfertilidade.org/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=7975">basta</a>!", não por não aguentar as amarguras dos tratamentos, mas por aceitar as suas limitações no acesso a esses mesmos tratamentos.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">* nome fictício</span></span><br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-20843374853254205112009-04-08T16:18:00.003+01:002009-04-08T16:23:58.246+01:00My guys...<div style="text-align: justify;">...make me smile. Big guy let me sleep in this morning and treated me to breakfast in bed. Then he let me rant for the rest of the morning about the "<a href="http://infertile-raggedyann.blogspot.com/2009/04/cryptic-post.html">thing</a>" that made me so angry. Little guy got a bit jealous and says he's taking me out to dinner tonight, his treat. I get to pick the place: McDonald's or Pizza Hut. Not really what I had in mind, but it's the thought that counts. I'll try to talk him into a nice Italian restaurant in town.<br /><br />What makes you smile when you're angry?<br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-15569694745978715682009-04-08T10:31:00.006+01:002009-04-08T21:05:05.881+01:00Cryptic Wednesday<span style="font-weight: bold;">Warning:</span> This post is not to be understood! Just need to vent some anger.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I started fuming yesterday when I heard about it and today I'm just about to blow my top after seeing it. Feel like walking out the door and slamming it shut behind me. Who the hell do people think they are waltzing in and out like that? The fricken fairy godmother? Well, listen up, if you want to be the fairy godmother, then try doing something useful that will actually help <span style="font-weight: bold;">others </span>and not just yourself. In case you haven't realised, this is not about <span style="font-weight: bold;">you</span>!<br /><br />Glad I got that off my chest. Now back to the daily grind.<br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-74694871591280882732009-04-08T00:01:00.000+01:002009-04-07T23:48:15.238+01:00Picture Perfect Moment<img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWixjUs4K_5R2ga7RmOB3Alt9lxHEYMoZjgTnogZb2GFJm2fooj8FfCb7qMKzrT68RQSPJAI4OhZZaQPPJNOEii9clgHo80THlWCGQ1jfSaUN7o7MB3gzNPTOsG3oAxNRoEvhvNQv7OmOV/s320/stroll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322084866750737346" border="0" />Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-13096544980723719072009-04-07T21:14:00.004+01:002009-04-07T21:36:56.572+01:00Ten on Tuesday<div style="text-align: justify;">Way before my blogging days I used to love checking out <a href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/">Ten on Tuesday</a>. I stumbled on it when I was searching for some actvities to do with my students & got hooked on it immediately. I even ran a similar weekly activity on our discussion board for a while... and then I forgot all about it. That goes to show you what happens to your brain at 40. Today the little guy asked me what day it was and I said "Tuesday". And that's when I remembered "Ten on Tuesday"! So here we go, folks:<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Ten Least Liked Foods <span style="font-size:85%;">(this is a tough one for someone who loves food!)</span>:</span><br /><ol><li>carrots</li><li>zucchini</li><li>turkey</li><li>salmon</li><li>yoghurt (unless it's Greek yoghurt)</li><li>milk</li><li>pumpkin</li><li>anchovies</li><li>beetroot</li><li>rhubarb</li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;">Now how difficult could that be? I swear it took me nearly half an hour to compile this list and these are not even things I hate - just least like. I am a food lover!<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Want join in on the fun? Check out </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/">Ten on Tuesday</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">!</span> I will never forget again.Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-80469060222045313682009-04-06T22:25:00.002+01:002009-04-06T22:36:32.806+01:00Never Apologize, Never ExplainOn the contrary, always apologize and explain,<br />in the terror-white veracity, down to the essence bone,<br />tenaciously follow the long road. Be<br />capable and Voltairean, discreet of form and substance, tell it<br />like it is, don't gloss over<br />in silent splendor.<br /><br />Give the unattractive facts. But they won't be<br />that insipid (arrears of heavenly bodies).<br />And if you have to polish up<br />the contemptible gaff, give it all you've got-seriously,<br />don't swindle and pretend the sky<br />didn't fall in.<br /><br />But dole out the mathematics, saviors of the gut.<br />Inching without propaganda the longhand<br />of dream. Even insult the host who<br />just wanted to play the game. Apologize in sample color,<br />if you loved something, say it. If kept<br />under your hat,<br /><br />let the fallacies represent you.<br />From whatever Acropolis of stress, bat with<br />that genuine non-expurgation, the angel of bottomless pits.<br />Versatility and science; right the wrongs you know,<br />and do it with wholeheartedness. In fundamentals<br />so brash, or like a glass of water.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >By Jane Mayhall</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">From Sleeping Late on Judgment Day: Poems</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Today was one of those days.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-75581062615435683022009-04-06T17:55:00.008+01:002009-04-06T18:23:25.726+01:00Perfect Moment: Wrong Number<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weebleswobblog.blogspot.com/search/label/perfect%20moment"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62-COTMK83MFu6XcrUQhDTSW56Xnp-9CasEjAWwM5tReIqhfk2uKA4mVaDU6ZyzXvJmIRNOmjrgNXQgBvJHEihgcgYc4cE0XUbB0Trq9IVOrnZ-WZQtFOh1Ml58s-m0Oa-KGHnw7ydUHK/s200/Perfect+moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321626718376200514" border="0" /></a>I'm so excited! This is my first time posting a <a href="http://weebleswobblog.blogspot.com/search/label/perfect%20moment">Perfect Moment</a>. Thank you so much, <a href="http://weebleswobblog.blogspot.com/">Lori</a>, for this opportunity. I have this terrible habit of saving people's numbers on my cell phone without adding any extra info I might need to associate the person to a face later on. So there must be hundreds of Maria's or José's that I have no idea who they are. I could just add something like "X's mom", "from support group", "student" etc. Nope! I always convince myself that I'll know who they are later on. But let's face it, at 40 my memory is not what it used to be.<br /><br />Today I had to make a phone call and realised there were 4 different people with the same name in my phone list. I couldn't remember this person's last name nor anything more for that matter. So, decided to call them in order until I hit jackpot. And this is when my perfect moment took place. I dialled the first one on the list and she knew who it was from caller ID. First thing she says when she answered was "OMG! How did you know?!? Are you psychic?" I recognised her voice immediately and my brain started processing that bit of info and it clicked! "You're pregnant!!!" She had just received her results shortly before my call. It was an incredible moment because the last time we spoke she was getting ready for FET #2 and was a nervous wreck. I tried to explain why I had called her but she's still convinced that I have psychic powers. This is actually quite funny because I am such a non-believer when it comes to these things. But I hope this is a perfect moment she'll be telling her child one day. I was thrilled.<br /><br />Check out some other Perfect Moments at <a href="http://weebleswobblog.blogspot.com/">Weebles Wobblog</a>.<br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-76563501029428323082009-04-06T12:28:00.005+01:002009-04-06T22:03:59.176+01:00En Tus Brazos<div style="text-align: justify;">Somebody posted this on the discussion board of our <a href="http://www.apfertilidade.org/">association</a> and I just had to bring it over here to share with you. I'm still in awe at the beauty of this animated movie. It reminds me of when my dad lost his leg to cancer and the hardships he went through in order to re-invent himself. And then of course we have the passion & power of tango. It is sexy, promiscuous and predatory!<br /></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PU5Tsx36E0&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PU5Tsx36E0&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I highly recommend watching this movie in high quality on the official website "<a href="http://www.entusbrazos.fr/">En Tus Brazos</a>".<br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-4575143258712717822009-04-05T23:48:00.000+01:002009-04-05T23:49:17.200+01:00Sunday Singing<object width="425" height="344"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcUmIRw0N5w&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcUmIRw0N5w&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></object><div style="text-align: justify;"><object width="425" height="344">I used to love dancing to this tune! Unfortunately, no dancing for this gal for a while. Remember how I said I was afraid of jinxing my big walking plans, well it happened. On Friday I did the stupid thing of climbing our lemon tree because I needed a lemon to season the salad. Did I use the ladder? Of course not! Climbed up the tree myself, jeans got caught on a branch and I came tumbling down, spraining my ankle. Sob! Sob! </object><br /><object width="425" height="344"></object><br /><object width="425" height="344">Oh well! Worse things could happen. But on a more positive note, Uncle Armie is here! Yay! And mystery guest is my gorgeous, childhood friend George. And I got so many goodies! Forget diets because I've been pigging out on Tim Horton donuts. That's right! Uncle Armie managed to smuggle onto the plane 2 boxes of donuts and 4 raison bran muffins. That should help mend my ankle. I am in donut heaven right now!</object><br /><br />What tunes would get you to the dancefloor right now? Are we going for 80s cheese? C'mon, humour the DJ here.</div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-71230498195452016862009-04-05T11:20:00.003+01:002009-04-05T11:29:42.529+01:00Show and Tell<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Inspired by <a href="http://stirrup-queens.blogspot.com/">Mel</a>'s post, I decided to show off where I'm headed at Easter weekend. No guessing game, though. As usual, we go up to the hills, heading north to the town where my parents live, right on the Spanish border. One of the great Easter traditions here in the north of Portugal includes going house to house in a quasi procession, led by the priest holding the crucifix. After the priest says somes prayers and blesses the house, villagers and family members kiss the cross and then greet the hosts of the house, wishing them well for the year, before running off to another house to repeat the same ritual. Needless to say that this involves high alcohol consumption so, as my parents' house is the very last one, it's always good fun watching the priest trip over his robes or muddling up the prayers. I have to say, I'm not big on the whole religious part of it, nor do I find it hygienic to be kissing a cross covered in all those germs, normally we just pretend to kiss it, but I do like to keep up traditions that are part of our heritage.<br /></div><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJr5cbzMJKXYnEhu7DFtUu10VnK9WORkVNUNFsOJaLuQD3vHzgrAFZlt-APbcsw2dmalKPsorMYjSNa_3Umx-4sTcibep__B8BegG3YnGyrVdwiJ7Fsemiin1EogB-ZcNMhB4l-E8yaL5/s1600-h/Pascoa_0191.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJr5cbzMJKXYnEhu7DFtUu10VnK9WORkVNUNFsOJaLuQD3vHzgrAFZlt-APbcsw2dmalKPsorMYjSNa_3Umx-4sTcibep__B8BegG3YnGyrVdwiJ7Fsemiin1EogB-ZcNMhB4l-E8yaL5/s400/Pascoa_0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321150158961753682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Here you can see the priest and his aides heading off for the the next house.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVcnoPP59ZDTHOfzpOlSQ86w9E9jINTGVrtJFP-mtvJJK0DM7Cut62yb5Jjl4TTU_vEQ3VvsgVhOHANAcuG2CPYr4dnUGdJwwqBZyXuygCSLICD-SzVUJYYEh_Chs6PyjfHBs5NX93-fe/s1600-h/DSCF0227.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVcnoPP59ZDTHOfzpOlSQ86w9E9jINTGVrtJFP-mtvJJK0DM7Cut62yb5Jjl4TTU_vEQ3VvsgVhOHANAcuG2CPYr4dnUGdJwwqBZyXuygCSLICD-SzVUJYYEh_Chs6PyjfHBs5NX93-fe/s400/DSCF0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320982093827243634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Here we have the town church, behind the centre square, where you can find an underground museum with Roman ruins</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2EXkdUgORXNXmR2-o1oLw38GsP-7ReDDcFK4nGzC0LE9peK5lfOdH7lFZwU3B3RieE3SPjn49WBMhmgmLAxWeSUi8s3Xu9ZNTYVF5Z_vTdMNQbeidU3fYGtcG-F3tXFAKVYBgt8oIHAB/s1600-h/DSCF0220.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2EXkdUgORXNXmR2-o1oLw38GsP-7ReDDcFK4nGzC0LE9peK5lfOdH7lFZwU3B3RieE3SPjn49WBMhmgmLAxWeSUi8s3Xu9ZNTYVF5Z_vTdMNQbeidU3fYGtcG-F3tXFAKVYBgt8oIHAB/s400/DSCF0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320982245126229474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This is the old jail house that has been transformed into a wine cellar, promoting the local white wine.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;">To see what the rest of the class is showing and telling, check out <a href="http://stirrup-queens.blogspot.com/2009/03/44th-circle-time-show-and-tell-weekly.html">Mel's Show & Tell</a>.</div></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-49359889449792155512009-04-02T14:56:00.004+01:002009-04-03T13:56:33.263+01:00Photo Shoot<div style="text-align: justify;">While dad was busy finishing off some work today, the little guy and I decided to have some fun. We got out an old shoebox, a stick, bits from old toys, scissors, glue & tape and voilá...a pirate ship! Then he decided I'd be the perfect model and thus began our photo shoot. Got cross at me, though, because I was getting a bit too silly. These damn models! Then we woke up poor Chiclete, our cat, and chased her around the orchard to get a picture. She did not appreciate that. And by that time we had worked up an apetite, so time to get dinner started. Man I love this silliness! He thinks mom better grow up!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAE-dj20yaiD0_2JzL-xp7mTRI9i504dDp70iZoKrfTw-5nt1KzWNhwl4n8o_h2B19l_qKMNqEaIQndQ3NHjCVVYNK2i9aT1tocNe7-avRMU5ER1CSX-fsRKr9KQzEcQ60mGjx9SJV1WIm/s400/fun+photo+shoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320229849982494386" border="0" /><br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-19968215184597879572009-04-02T11:54:00.006+01:002009-04-02T18:19:42.341+01:00Walking on Sunshine<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >...and don't it feel good!!</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />This Easter break has turned into the holiday I so badly needed. I'm enjoying the sunshine and this beautiful Spring weather. Though damn birds insist on waking me up in the wee hours of the morning with their chirping and singing. Don't they know I want to sleep in? As ususal my internet connection is doing my head in. I've finally narrowed it down to a faulty modem, but trying to get provider to send me a new one. So, in the meantime, I'm trying to keep away from the net for fear that computer rage will get the best of me.<br /><br />My time has been spent doing the things I enjoy most: gardening, cooking and reading. And music everywhere!!!! I've been teaching the little guy how to cook. I was going to start with just simple stuff, like sandwiches or scrambled eggs. But the little guy aims high, so doing the works! We're talking Mediterranean cuisine! Luckily, we have quite an array of herbs & vegetables in our garden. He loves fish, so yesterday I showed him how to clean and gut them. I thought he was going to go all "this is gross" on me, but no! I think he was actually enjoying it. Ah there's hope that's he's inherited my cooking genes (and not his dad's!).<br /><br />I've also been doing a lot of walking, preparing for you-know-what. <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(the Camino! Shhhh!)</span> </span>I haven't talked about it much because I'm so afraid of jinxing it. I realise how so not fit I am, meaning I fear not making it the whole way. But I'm determined to give it a try and if I have to call it quits along the way, so be it!<br /><br />Tomorrow I've got my uncle Armie coming over from Canada! Yay! That means I'm getting a lot of goodies! Double yay! He also says he's bringing a surprise guest. Triple yay! I'm like a little kid in anticipation. It could be a new girlfriend; however, I have a feeling it's an old friend of mine. I had a peek at this friend's website where he mentions a trip to Europe soon. Oh the joy! Oh the excitement! I love when my uncle surprises me like this cuz it brings out the little girl inside of me.<br /><br /></div></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-32208375721720506462009-04-01T23:06:00.000+01:002009-04-01T23:06:20.569+01:00Quiet Nights<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki5TNiCzNag&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki5TNiCzNag&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-29010419226885987792009-04-01T15:10:00.011+01:002009-04-01T15:54:07.966+01:00Oh get it right, girl!<div style="text-align: justify;">I bet that's what you're thinking. Yes, I've changed my header once again and it probably won't be the last time. Still don't know what I'm looking for.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I started off as plain "Raggedy Ann". I was still in my prime back then - a young lass on the way to the big 4-0.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCiOCJ8mslqxq7B5JMltl0AFXedUst8roszQ_Krb4djI9aZTZUiVUSv_m0MUXkTVjfCPe3J5g720NbxCuac1W8JQItNfyi_A9595o-6-djk9v1knnGwPgheaes_QODMVVroniasYysmyyQ/s1600-h/raggedyann2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCiOCJ8mslqxq7B5JMltl0AFXedUst8roszQ_Krb4djI9aZTZUiVUSv_m0MUXkTVjfCPe3J5g720NbxCuac1W8JQItNfyi_A9595o-6-djk9v1knnGwPgheaes_QODMVVroniasYysmyyQ/s320/raggedyann2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319726348471108674" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Then I thought the time had come to grow up and given that I was going through a very stressful time in my life, thus came the "Damsel Under Stress":<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE__CXF9L4hX-VjV67fxyeR3pbBRuY-05Qy0DC_raDEP-CFIwoT0UDMWMRzOeIF5Vt07PiWn-zP09YaVO5jCOh8fcPHbxucURzljIf6O3UuHqInrnGqIX4Q8-ge9VUY71CEW4ANRpkPYD/s1600-h/damsel+header.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE__CXF9L4hX-VjV67fxyeR3pbBRuY-05Qy0DC_raDEP-CFIwoT0UDMWMRzOeIF5Vt07PiWn-zP09YaVO5jCOh8fcPHbxucURzljIf6O3UuHqInrnGqIX4Q8-ge9VUY71CEW4ANRpkPYD/s320/damsel+header.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319727083975349906" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I tell you this Damsel chick started getting on my nerves and I found I was coming back to my blog less and less (along with bad internet connection). There's something quite unnerving about this header, I have to say. She seems to have lost her wand, and I like to believe I still have it clutched in my hand. Don't you just feel like telling her to pick up the bloody wand, get off her ass and stop whinging?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So she did! And now we move on to "The World According to Raggedy Ann". A little pretentious, you say? I think you're right, which means I don't really know how long this one is going to last. I had a blast from the past last night going through some old movies (because my internet connection wasn't working. Damn!) and came across "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084917/">The World According to Garp</a>", a movie that touched me so much in my youth.</div><br />So, I welcome you to my new header. Please be very honest in your feedback*!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWrHXcBUonaeRoB_kTZXkLO9FaJXkcZA9X8Kwdx9qQTqmbnYUoIV4U0-YfsXpwF1-MhROoGtJYjoeGfHPbpjhb1QysnaZ6zwn7LX1WkX-CYNFtTPZninS_83kNdPRXEb8tbTRIT8B3lhe/s1600-h/new+header2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWrHXcBUonaeRoB_kTZXkLO9FaJXkcZA9X8Kwdx9qQTqmbnYUoIV4U0-YfsXpwF1-MhROoGtJYjoeGfHPbpjhb1QysnaZ6zwn7LX1WkX-CYNFtTPZninS_83kNdPRXEb8tbTRIT8B3lhe/s320/new+header2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319728917805716114" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >* No, don't be honest! You can lie through your teeth!</span><br /><br />NB: This is not an April Fool's joke, unless you really don't like it.<br /></div></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-27317196945635782182009-03-29T19:06:00.002+01:002009-03-29T19:07:36.392+01:00PostSecret<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihR6KGM7N9OTHH6pHh_XV299CYbgPIEpyWxF6WEpEnwZJdwv1213Ht-XSFVsMqGzRJzaxYSa3Mr6vTykcHf5onCGkVqBc84riFFUFQYqgeZIupjwn7NndKKy_Oye9me8ZdqlFy2nxvc-7H/s400/teacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318672735891617794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/">PostSecret Community</a><br /><br /></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173177992182563243.post-84543626425360817992009-03-29T14:08:00.001+01:002009-03-29T14:08:50.551+01:00Sunday Singing - Guaranteed<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWgxntibBtE&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=pt-br&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWgxntibBtE&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=pt-br&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Raggedy Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15627860038151160997noreply@blogger.com0