Monday, May 31, 2010

Neutrogena Moisterizer Vs Aveeno

Special children's literature


participate in the special children's literature published Sunday in El Comercio

Indian Women Exposing Boobs

FINALIST: 58 minutes, 14 seconds

Sunday, May 30, was held in Madrid the Third Liberty Seguros Fun Run over a distance of 10 km will recall, was entered in this race as a personal challenge, to celebrate my first year without smoking. my goal was to finish, and if possible, get an hour (6 minutes per mile) which is the border of the "trot cohcinero" ... As I will not bore you too much, then you report the summary of the race ...

06:15 - Early wake up for coffee, to see if it clears, "shower" to see if I active-and dress-to see if I forget and give the show-... Already prepared, car and soon, in the road to get to park in a nearby car park, you never know ...

7:25 - I get to Felipe II, I am the first, and I knew that at some point would be the first ... I pick up the chip and put it on 3 or 4 times until it was satisfied with the position ...

08:00 - I start to stretch, little by little to no break. There are many people, and most seem to fit ... are not too many ruins, although while I, as we cover the quota.

08:30 - As I am proactive, I pee in mobile services, will not be then in the grip me ... I start to warm up in Goya street, what bliss. There are some wild warming faster than I can run, is like comparing the elegance of the gazelle with the passage of elephants ... yes, no doubt, I am the elephant ...

08:55 - all prepared in the starting line, I get the grip. Yes, I did it for 20 minutes, but I'm do ... Will it be nerves?

09:00 - Dan the output. If I get on tiptoes to see people running away, we kept quiet, of Charlet and without appearing to go to boot ... two minutes and started to move, walk toward the starting line.

09:04 - Step by line. Manolo, you quiet, you take the music, the heart rate monitor, GPS to measure speed, nothing can fail. You at your own pace, these going at full speed will not you ...

KM1, 6:00 minutes. First mile, right at the height of Velázquez. We went through the tunnel, and reach the Puerta de Alcalá. It is a pleasure to have these streets for me ... if it was not as I do neglect me up ... Coming to Cybele, lined by the side of Castellana and I'm like Camilo Sesto, "I not take it anymore "... I see many colleagues who have discovered the back side of the trees and there I go, I know, is uncivil, and a slut, but let me up would be worse, right?

KM 2, 13:00 minutes. A minute lost on my planned pace. I think I can get, but above I can not trust the GPS, which is offset to the measurement of the organization ... Well, little by little, now that uphill is not going to wear, total, this cost is to Concha Espina ...

Step by Columbus and I realize that Concha Espina ... but ... if that is nowhere, is the Bernabeu, My God , how there? Well, quiet, before that is the equipment of KM 5 ...

KM 5, 32:30 minutes, Provisioning, where he arrived ... more or less well ... y. .. "Gatorade? Water? But ... where are the oxygen bottles? this is no way ... another quick minute spent waiting for the Gatorade and continue the march, which took 2 ½ minutes accumulated delay.
We arrived at Santiago Bernabeu
, if I had breath shout "Forza Atleti, but the little I have left is going to blow when I see the slope of Concha Espina, mother, why I have to go there? Little by little, always at my pace, I realize that I overtook quite people, and encouraged me. Encouraged me so much that when I get to Serrano almost gives me the yu-yu, luckily when we get to Prince of Vergara and is downhill, and if needed let me go rolling ...

KM 7, 43:30 , but I have regained some spare minute and a half to fulfill my dream of 1 hour, now that I've recovered my breath I have to press a hair ... At Maria de Molina, another small ledge to force me to stay calm and take the area of \u200b\u200bthe Communards, Maldonado, Juan Bravo, Padilla ...

KM 8, 48:00 Nailed! took an average of 6 minutes per kilometer, I'm right at the limit of 1 hour for 10 miles, I'm in full "trot mess "... that does not falter, oh, this is down, dammit!, in that you are attending a doctor ... if they let anyone join ...

KM 9, 53:00 5 minutes the last mile! I have 7 to the last, and Goya is down there ... this is done, no, wait, this is Principe de Vergara, the goal is Philip II, then ... what bastards! and said that the last 3 miles were downhill ... I get to be dogs ... Goya and I find another uphill, often steep slope, this car costs much less ... at least I hope I find that when I returned the lung that I'm over here ... At the junction of Goya, Alcalá, Conde de Peñalver and Narvaez and yes!, There is the goal, clenched teeth, the better the open again, I'm out of breath, and reached the goal.

KM 19, 58:14 Yes! I HAVE BROKEN THE BARRIER! I have fulfilled my goal to lose time, I can say that I do trot mess, I do a rate "5-plus, who cares that the peak is so high?? Behind me I hear over the PA that has come Igartiburu Anne ... I mean, at least in this, I'm better than her! And parándome to pee, eh?

I call home. Gonzalo I wonder how I've been
- "Son, I have been FINAL"
- "Dad, do you end?"
- "Yes, son, I have come to the end"
I hope someday you understand ...

Well, the end result. Total

runners, about 10,000 runners
Total arrivals, 7,114
My position: 5295 (based on real time)
Veterans In my category (over 35 years): 3,058 of 3,870

Fun fact. The last veteran was 1:23:00, so it took him almost the same distance as the winner (31:30) to me (58:14) ... well, more or less, right?

And also if the category were "almost forties, recent ex-smokers, operated 3 times of the knee and 110 kilos in tow, I would have won.

will have to reduce weight and tune, surely we can lose 55 minutes ... No Limits

Friday, May 21, 2010

Can I Conceive If I Got A Cervical Erosion

Aladdin Carpet ... in the Gran Via

I admit, it was not planned. It occurred to me to celebrate with my wife that I met a year without smoking lléndonos to see a musical, Chicago for more signs. And since I'm so, I found that it was May 15, San Isidro, and the friend Gallardón had decided that, "da pimp, he" and staged "the pifostio father" in Gran Via, taking advantage of situation of 100 years of such a distinguished way.

And I found, among other things, that the occasion had carpeted the Gran Vía Yes, you read it correctly, put a carpet on the Gran Via 1,300 meters of carpet, which are meters, and it's carpet, taking into account the width of the street, which is "wider than you shit", and sorry for the language, but it has been 6 days and still ignite the vapors me to remember ...

Because look, it's the party, although they are the concerts, also pass the fireworks, we all cheer the spirit. But the man of God, with is falling, " linear 1,300 meters of carpet? " 40.0000 few square meters of carpet ? Is not it a tad excessive? Is not much carpet? Aladdin and wanted to do ...

I say, taking into account that would be for drag, broken, burned with cigarette butts, full of stains and subsequent bottle glasses, we directita going to the incinerator, would not give a good valid with hose down the street?

And look, no, no I'd better have a sponsor to run with some or all of the expense. He also asked, like you: How many houses

people in need could have carpeting?
How many bowls of soup in the soup kitchens?
How many books for children who can not afford?
What a lovely way to celebrate the patron saint of all local citizens, so instead of husk, which is good, right? And Mr. Sponsor, that would be a good publicity, because what the carpet scares me to think about what I will charge you from now on call ...

And by the way, Mr. Mayor, to see if for what you celebrate 101 years by regenerating the back of the Gran Via, which needed doing, that you have made a shit, full of misery, prostitution, drugs and many other more serious problems. Let front so you and clean the back room, that there indeed will be supported by everyone because you will be doing something good for everyone.

And, for carpet or our chotis:

When you come to Madrid, chulona
I make my empress of Lavapies;
alfombrarte carnations and Gran Via,
and bath with wine from Jerez

In Chicote,
postinero a treat with the cream of the intelligentsia
and grace of a compliment that most traditional
retrechera Street

Alcalá Madrid, Madrid, Madrid, Spain
piece I was born
for something you did God's crib
and chotis compliment.

Madrid, Madrid, Madrid,
in Mexico is thought much of you
by taste with your festivals

so many good things we dream from here,

and you will see what
fine cinnamon and assemble the
hubbub when you get to Madrid.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

White Discharge On Day 24

Abandonment

Jimmy Fyfe, "On the street"


country not one where there is no justice good faith, harmony, and virtue.
sacrifice their interests, their property and their lives by tyrants, is sacrificed,
not their homeland, but his most cruel enemies.

Baron Holbach

Where do you leave? Tan
quiet and thirsty,
Denying your glow
My rough storms.

I lived your protection
Under the immense night,
Remedying your absence
In another April without birds.

But you live,
With an eye on the banks
blue
where your voice lives on.

And I refer to the fire,
Decorating your profiles
The most tender spot
May the memory
home.

How to think your light?
When the mist extinguishes
Green fuller
Decorating your stars.

In this new Goodbye, scorn
be honest,
Just say you love so much
inhibited.

I left my voice
Captive of the mountains and the brook
cautious
My clamor beggar.

With heart as I reverted in your spell and
Maybe tonight
Survive reproach.

Because living without you is
Refuse to land and
The blood that nourishes
A soul in my way.

suffice to say that
For love remains,
But
How to live your legacy in tow?



Carlos Varela, "Habaname"

Monday, May 10, 2010

How Much Watts Consume Of A Pedestal Fan

"Magic Box? No, cash register

This Saturday we returned to go to tennis, this great tennis facility called the Magic Box that will soon house the Madrid Basketball Olympic fiasco view our esteemed mayor. What a pity

, what penalty , what shame me posing in front of my son.

Like last year, whose experience I told you in my post " The cash register," I left home water bottles, assuming that would not allow me to introduce excuse of security. But I took food, mostly because we like to eat the sandwich that watching a home match ... Upon entering, surprise: the security guard tells me that not only is forbidden to enter the drink, this year also have to leave out the food.

Security? Continue to sell the bottles with the cap. A ham sandwich can do little harm if there is someone crazy enough to throw ...

The real reason: Water, 2 €, Refreshments, 3 € (50 cents more than last year), Beer, 3 €, serving Pizza, 6 €, Sandwich, 7 €

The face of misunderstanding of my son 8, who did not understand how we could throw food is priceless.

still think I had to have listened and we have become home.

been a couple of days and, as I write, I'm going to be heated.

Mr Gallardón, how you allow this? So much need this income? do not you ashamed? No, I replied that I already know the answers:

- We allow it because we feel like
- That you do not mind but we need you like water in May and the collection of radars M-30 or the waste disposal tax on parking spaces .
- No, citizen, gives us no shame, so we are here, dedicated to politics.



And so there s going to the other ...

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Who Owns Lifetime Fittness?

A nameless soldier

EV and NV Vuchetich Nikitin, "Mother Patria called



"So your name is unknown, as immortal your achievement."
Registration at the foot of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Moscow.


No one at home,

claim walls

heat of another fire

Repeated in her farewell

has become the soldier,

No more bread than his love,

No more than a dream home.


his bed no longer fits in

humidity of a touch,

bless her lips No

thirst for another body;

has been broken the night

Under cross Styx ,

love is gone

A dressing of iron.


Your name does not matter,

has dug, anger,

An enclosure on earth

Well worth your pain

Craving to be free,

must not burn the sky

In the heat of war.


Fire in your rifle

Break the mist,

your memory Reborn

peace who grants

About Beloved

Your heart lives on and

In every heart

Your legacy will never die.


Brother of illusions,

True warrior,

Deep in the night

The cold punishes you

Your blood biting wind and

Your slogan of not living ever

kneel down

Smash, indefatigable ,

The cloak of death.


After this time,

you memory;

I mine your dreams,

Happy to be with you.


Do not ever dies

the memory of your achievement.


To continue in your pantheon

The fire still alive.




Dire Straits "Brother in arms"