Sunday, February 20, 2011

Stomach Tattoos Post Pregnancy

SOUPS THAT SWEET TALE HERVÁS PROTECT THE WALLS. AND MENTAL BREAK THE BURIED ALIVE

Today I want to paraphrase a title of Laura Vee ("May the fairies protect the love"-http: / / u-topia1.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-las-hadas-protejan-el-amor. html. Because cite properly is be a source of pride for the author, and has nothing to do with the vile plagiarism), and appeal to those tales in which she believes. In which I, despite my age, I still believe with a faith that I consider not blind but with a penetrating eye. Because, in fact, not only can see with the eyes. And that's one reason why I always urge reapropiaros tan (and unjustly) maligned touch: a touch, among other things, trees. Learn to feel is a long process. And emotional learning takes practice.

Yesterday, returning from Choker under the torrential rain, the wall, the hole in the wall, materialized in my mind. Because I was so immersed in the inner landscape and her passionate affair with the outer landscape surrounding me, but we can not be tempted (or even more lit lovers should) from breaking free from the world. Or let our joy and our pain we choose the entire universe. Because, in fact, perhaps our joy or our pain worth much less if not shared. Maybe not even deserve such names as isolated outbreaks. And because I am not alone with myself: I am with others, inserted into a social fabric that I should, but I also owe. I have always considered more satisfactory to give me gifts, I love love, listen (but maybe sometimes it does not seem) to me listen.

Yesterday I thought about the devastating effects, very dangerous, they would all that water in the precarious underpinning. On how to soak the ground and weigh more and more. Perhaps even collapsing altogether.

Today, a concerned neighbor informed me that another of the penitents, who knows well the secrets of the noble art of masonry, claims to have noticed that over tonight has been a change: one of the cornerstones of the right bends more than before. Under what he described as a professional weight has increased in recent hours. The rocks, dirt and mud keep dropping furtively, stealthily. Will we mud that buried? What poaching of consciousness and her memory?

If the City does not protect us, that at least protect us from the fairies. Although, with all the love and gratitude that I have for the supernatural, I would prefer that they were the first who they did, would be a gesture. Perhaps a gesture indicative of a change in attitude. And a change in the approach to the residents of Hervás and their problems, problems of people whose interests allegedly represents. It would not be revealed a mirage. Because I am basically a woman of faith. And I still believe.

My mental and emotional health greatly appreciate the City Council to take Hervás measures, although these were to be temporary (if indeed he has to make funds, whoever he is, not available at this time of them.) Although it was viewed (by reliable experts) shoring and renewing. If that is not currently possible to restore, at least, that piece of wall. Do not wait for the disaster.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Is There An American Eagle At The Galleria Mall



is necessary to look inside. But no, not even in the moments when insight is deeper or we are in the most unfathomable chasms, losing sight of what is outside. Because of the fact that introspection, which serve to improve ourselves, must become more valuable to individuals the community to give more and better for our fellow man.


now houses an entry that retrieves, without metaphors or other literary figures, unveiled, the original essence of this blog, and also my blog focused on the nature of Hervás (http://hervasencuatrosaltos.blogspot.com/) . Both were born in their day-minded community service, either boiled or that of a much broader. And today we both serve the community more restricted: the hometown. But appealing, of course, the solidarity of those who make up most: those who have visited or will visit us, who may never know and just worry for his neighbor. Also because the nature lovers especially people tend to be supportive, largely for reasons we discussed some time ago.

Disculpareis if the title seems a bit gimmicky. If you adopt dramatic or even catastrophic dyes. There could also be titled this post "The wall is falling Hervás, paraphrasing the famous English nursery rhyme" London Bridge is falling down. " But the thing is that I, that (you believe it or not) always tend to play down, at this moment I have no desire to catch me a joke. No, because it is laughable that people do not fall asleep at the nights wondering if the wall surrounding the Church of Santa Maria de Hervás (Santa María de la Asunción de las Aguas Vivas) end up falling on their heads. It is a beautiful daisy plucking.

Today, about two o'clock in the afternoon, when I asked one of the most affected neighbors what message he wished to convey to people who should read this post (to all its neighbors, if possible that they came through us), what sense would that others perceive, she responded, of course, "we live in fear." He added "when I hear strange noises at night, I think Oh, my God, to see if the wall is already falling. And when the wind blows I will see if you are going to fall now. " Add this witness yesterday was detached land in the hole again propped on the wall. Propped as you see in the pictures since these stones were destroyed, a few days before Christmas. What a great Christmas gift for the residents of this street, which occupies the rear of the church and is going to give a viewpoint also quite busy with tourists.

And the truth is that this gift is not unexpected, is not that wall first offered. A contiguous piece, constructed now (see slightly lighter color in the photos), fell nearly seven years ago. Then, the same neighbors who see now threaten its integrity had again warned that would happen sooner or later a disgrace, as they have now on several occasions. They got the area was visited by the clerk of the City, which according to these witnesses to reassure them that what they resist. Reassured them is a manner of speaking, because among the witnesses were persons engaged in the noble art of building, and optimism were not infected. According to today told me that night the wall gave way. Buried the bike of one of the neighbors, damaged the entrance stairs to his house and was not one beforehand, because as fate, or Providence, nobody Transit at that time on the street. But the stones of the wall abruptly brushed look of those houses. Being higher the wall ... In fact, such was the vibration that the collapse occurred later these same neighbors warned her roof leaks and repair them by going to a mason employed by them, he told them that the problem was due to misfortune had caused the plates become dislodged on supporting the tiles.

The problem was repeated about ten meters ahead about three years ago, when another piece of the wall gave way on a block. And coming from old: some forty-odd years, another piece of it had collapsed already.

The gap that you observe in the photos, which now occupies us and demands immediate attention, was opened, as I said, just days before Christmas. As usual, the neighbors had repeatedly warned before the City Council of danger, which is ubiquitous. That day, when it finally collapsed, be warned, the police arrived immediately. Neighbors were evacuated for two nights, three families had to flee their homes. In fact the whole street was affected, but other families do not live there regularly.

Since then, since before Christmas, that gap is the precariously propped you see (the internal support struts on disturbed soil). And most worrying is not only the time spent (time in which they will not be quiet sleep), but all logically increase rainfall landslides in the field, a rock that erodes easily. Today another of those affected has stated that if there is not finished falling by struts, but because God has not willed. And, in fact, tightening, but does not drown. Although the actions of those responsible should not be limited to rely on this maxim. It is fine to have faith, but sometimes not enough. Not suffice. Especially if you are a public office.

I confirm that the municipal police about a certain frequency to view the status of the area braced. But the truth is that, although no doubt about the thoroughness with which they will develop their role, they are not technical. It seems that the experts were taking pictures after Christmas. Residents feel abandoned and very disappointed. "You can take this into such a state of complacency," he told me one today.

complaints to City Hall have been numerous and now, at the apparent passivity, the neighbors are collecting signatures. The answer is always the same: those already in it. But take it from Christmas. And this is a recurring problem since, as we have seen, the forties. Much lead in it for only some areas badly patched with brick (seen that the church is one of the oldest monuments Hervás, I have my doubts about the timeliness of such "arrangements") or redo small sections once they have been dropped altogether. That I will always adore the saying "better safe than sorry." Especially since in this case with something so serious, there may be no cure.

The other answer is that these works are the responsibility of the diocese.

Well, dear Hervás City Council members, neighbors and they do not care who the jurisdiction and responsibility: the real, imminent, is denounced long ago, and takes too tempting fate. Reasonable in this case would solve the problem immediately, and then of accountability or appeal to the conscience of whom needed. Solve first and then you throw in your face from whatever you want. We pay the Bishopric, the City Council or the Board Herve de Extremadura, that must be solved now, BECAUSE IT IS THE LIFE OF MEAT AND BONE PEOPLE THAT ARE AT STAKE. OF PEOPLE are alive and kicking ... OF TIME. I could tell even higher, but not clearer.

The question is whether we will continue waiting until a misfortune occur, one that is not "only" material, until one day someone carelessly pass by and a huge rock hard heart take your life prematurely ahead. Or until the anxiety will shred the nerves of those living under that threat.

As I point out the neighbors, at this time if some mishap occurs if medical help is needed urgently, for example, an ambulance could not access the street. As you observe in the photos, and it is difficult to just walk into these houses, fallen boulders, extend almost to the gates.

other hand the wall, as I said before, is part of a heritage to be safeguarded, which is demanding maintenance, reconstruction appropriate (which certainly should not go through the patching of brick).

The church of Santa Maria took a Templar stronghold in origin. It was built in the thirteenth century and is the scene of some of the legends of this community is part of a historical background, cultural and artistic heritage to be preserved. It is a monument to all hervasenses. As this problem concerns not only the inhabitants of that street, but those of all the people.

This is above all a call for solidarity of all the inhabitants of Hervas, who must recover a sense of belonging to a community, as it existed long ago. Do it out of generosity, empathy, for having understood what happens to one is what happens to us all. But if you are not able to do for those reasons, do at least selfishness. Because tomorrow I could touch you, because one day you might have a problem that the rest of the people decided to ignore.

I remember the famous poem by Martin Niemoeller "When the Nazis came," which many attributed to Brecht.



When the Nazis came for the communists, I remained silent

,

because I wasn'ta communist.
jailed
When the Social Democrats, remained silent

,

because I wasn'ta Social Democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists, I did not speak

,

because I wasn'ta trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews, did not speak

,

because I wasn'ta Jew.

When they came for,

there was nobody left to speak.





The schedule for collection of signatures to be presented to the City is in the grocery store José Luis del Arco, González Rapporteur on the street ... (The Street of Shops for hervasenses). He is one of the most affected (although it is fortunate not to live there. Is your dryer the could disappear any day in the wall) and be happy to assist you. Do not follow silent silent as you have so many other things just because, as some confess in private, "can not change anything." Do not hide behind after that poor justification. It would be embarrassing even in these times, in which weighted and peaceful voices seem ready to reconquer the places they are entitled to reclaim them even more adverse circumstances than ours. Go to sign for awareness, commitment, generosity. And if you can not, go and sign for selfishness. But go.

Finally, it occurred to me that some hervasenses living far can (should) be interested in showing their support and call for responsible action. It occurred to me that could enable an e-mail so that he could send his scanned signature. Also we could make another list with all those interested in showing their support for the residents of Hervás while not children of the village. Perhaps the City Council of how many people you are interested, potential tourists are concerned about the health of the people. Because maybe one day they will run out of sights to visit. Our meats and sweets will be proverbial, but not so bad that you could find even the people up if you decide to visit us.

What I'm exaggerating? I do not know, might be: integer is not going to fall. But is that life and peace of people do not play. I think.




Monday, February 14, 2011

Crab Cooker Clam Chowder Recipe

nuego



Ingredients:




Wafers (large and preferably unsweetened)

1 cup sugar 1 cup



breadcrumbs 2 cups of coarsely ground walnuts

2 tablespoons of honey

2 cups (of coffee) of freshly squeezed orange juice

The orange zest





Preparation

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fire in a pan juice, honey, sugar and zest. At the moment it begins to boil, pour the bread crumbs and nuts. The nuts are chopped preferably with a roller. However, if you like thin dough, you can use a food processor. Stir just to consolidate and remove from heat.

In hot, with the help of two spoons, place the dough onto a wafer and covered with another. Hot flattens to adhere well and while still hot, trim the edges so they are regular. The layer of padding should not be too thick.

Normally, at least in my house and all that I know of family members are served cut into squares as nougat. I warn you

unsweetened wafers are split more easily than sugar. To avoid it you crush them with care and while the filling as hot as possible. Coming

talk a little about this sweet so typical of Christmas in these parts, which unfortunately is prepared each day less. Meanwhile, you cook it well. You will have noticed that it is a very small effort to preserve cultural heritage for centuries. I think it's worth. Our grandchildren should be able to meet them.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Instruction Storage Bed

TO NOT FALL INTO OBLIVION Mute NI DEFINITELY



opened today, after an absence for which I apologize and that is by no means synonymous with lack of interest in my most valued guests, but rather the result of circumstances, a new section about cooking. It is my intention to try recover her traditional recipes were prepared daily in Hervás not so many decades ago and now, coming and who then cooked at a certain age, are lost. How often have I heard from neighbors of the people who now looks splendid spring seventy or eighty "I, this year, I stopped preparing the nuego, I am too lazy." Totally understandable that you lazy after carrying fifty or sixty years preparing. And some facilities that you can find Christmas sweets suitable for almost any occasion without having to mess and having to clean the entire kitchen. However, it would be even more beautiful if the children o nietos de esas mujeres (no es un comentario feminista; sabéis bien que en esa generación casi ningún hombre cocinaba. Aunque mi abuelo hacía unas excelentes tortillas de bacalao, por ejemplo) les diese por meterse en la cocina, acompañados de las matriarcas, y fuesen ellos quienes metiesen las manos en la masa. Seguramente la experiencia daría pie, además, a recuperar anécdotas del pasado, pedazos de las vidas de esas mujeres, que son también pedazos de nuestra propia historia. Sería una buena oportunidad para hablar más, porque en las familias existe cada día una mayor incomunicación. Y no se puede, no se debe vivir aislado. Y dejar que la experiencia acumulada en toda una vida se pierda es una pena, perhaps even a sin that sooner or later will be punished.


The kitchen is a fundamental part of any culture, and a means of expression that sometimes allows the individual to communicate feelings that otherwise would not release (think Like Water for Chocolate). The desire to cook is an essential indicator of the state of our emotional world. The day starts turbarte the idea that someone who allegedly love to eat your food, you understand that now is the time to sit and reflect, to dig inside and make sure everything remains where it was before. When you stop into the kitchen, when you give up that pleasure because you unbearable cook for him / her, it means that there is no turning back. By the same token, when you want to cook for other people, that is true love, is the gender that is.

In fact, as in love, I think some people come into the kitchen to eat and those who do for others to eat. But it seems that only the second truly come to love the culinary arts, and only they achieve the magic, the perfect symbiosis between the ingredients, the balance between originality and tradition, passion and discipline, between creativity and pragmatism. In short, I believe that only generous, given that much, they become good cooks, for the same reason that only they become good lovers (and of course I am not thinking only, or mainly, on the physical plane). Or maybe they are not, but his dishes are truly touching the hearts of the people. For love, to cover him with spices that you cover him, we see forever.

So who is willing to undertake this journey into the past, who wants to be both a journey into the future. Who is not afraid to dirty, short and maybe sometimes to burn (because the stains are washed, heal wounds and burns heal) is roll up the cuffs (washing is not as funny or as creative as cooking ) and with all the enthusiasm of which he is able, follow me.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

2002 Gmc Sonoma Heater Blower Resistor




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