tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14504578105357017662012-02-17T20:18:27.609ZSusaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.comBlogger7991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-44803428726995569152012-02-15T20:47:00.022Z2012-02-15T21:33:21.476Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Querem-se rir????<br /></strong></span>Vou contar-vos uma vergonha mas aconteceu mesmo:)<br />Há uns anitos atrás no dia de namorados , toda gente ia jantar com os seus Amores...<br />Eu e a minha Amiga SG estávamos sem Amor e decidimos jantar as duas juntas...<br />Comprei um vestido , pus-me bonita e fomos a um sitio giro , super na moda fazer o nosso jantar de Valentim:):):)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Tudo perfeito...<br /></strong></span>Era só pombos e Amor....<br />Vou a casa banho e quando saio da casa banho toda gente olha para mim...<br />A sala onde estávamos a jantar era a ultima ,ou seja tive que atravessar uma sala enorme...<br />Eles olhavam...<br />Elas olhavam...<br />Saiu um balão dos meus pensamentos : «Devo estar mesmo gira..»<br />Quando olhei para mim.....<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>S<span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span><span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span><span style="color:#006600;">U</span><span style="color:#996633;">U</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">U</span><span style="color:#993300;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">U</span><span style="color:#003333;">U</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">U</span>corro...<br /></strong></span>Vinha com o papel higiénico agarrado ao sapato e havia papel higiénico pela sala toda...<br />E ainda por cima decidi ficar abaixada no meio sala apanhar o papel higiénico:):):)<br />Moral da história : se não temos um <span style="font-size:130%;">Amor</span> , temos um <span style="font-size:130%;">Humor</span>:):):):)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>A<span style="color:#ff6600;">h</span><span style="color:#009900;">a</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">h</span><span style="color:#333399;">a</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">h</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span><span style="color:#330099;">h</span><span style="color:#993300;">a</span><span style="color:#660000;">h</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">a</span><span style="color:#663333;">h</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span>:):):)<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZFOoJIbpPg/TzwfwQQ0OzI/AAAAAAAACmY/nUDsE3jMyyM/s1600/bau6.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709473341458627378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZFOoJIbpPg/TzwfwQQ0OzI/AAAAAAAACmY/nUDsE3jMyyM/s400/bau6.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4480342872699556915?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-20894490355229515262012-02-14T00:33:00.012Z2012-02-16T20:46:17.241Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Viva</span></strong> aos <span style="font-size:130%;">apaixonados</span>...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Viva</span></strong> aos que se vão <span style="font-size:130%;">apaixonar</span>...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Viva</span></strong> aos sapos...<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Viva</span></strong> </span>aos que já encontraram o <span style="font-size:130%;">Amor</span>...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Viva</span></strong> aos que querem <span style="font-size:130%;">Amar</span>...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Viva</span></strong> aos que sentem , aos que vão <span style="font-size:130%;">sentir</span>...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Viva</span></strong> aos que se sentem livres...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Viva</span></strong> os pombos:)<br />Há razões para <span style="font-size:130%;">Acreditar</span>...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">S<span style="color:#330033;">U</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">U</span><span style="color:#993300;">U</span>rrisinhos amorosos &lt;3</span></strong><br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n8Yo5wZaKDk" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-2089449035522951526?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-86680103460159776492012-02-13T21:33:00.018Z2012-02-13T22:07:22.990Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Existe a Sue sexóloga e eu serei a S<span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">U</span><span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#993399;">U</span> AMORA...<br /></strong>Vamos falar de Amor...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cupidos</span>...<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Atracções...<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Beijos...<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Palpitações...<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Atracções...<br /></strong></span><span style="color:#330099;"><strong>Olhos brilhantes...</strong> </span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Cor...</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abraços...</span></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Pele macia...</span></span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Inspiração...<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>Humor...<br /></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Energia...<br /></span><span style="color:#330099;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Adrenalina</span>...</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">Inspiração...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Paixão...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">Acreditar...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Sentir...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Desejar...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Viver...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Sorrir...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Coração...<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeLeUgtvcAk/TzmEEWhy-qI/AAAAAAAACmM/3QlcsSyAiJE/s1600/014%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708739212970490530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeLeUgtvcAk/TzmEEWhy-qI/AAAAAAAACmM/3QlcsSyAiJE/s400/014%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8668010346015977649?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-61349813649173327802012-02-13T00:17:00.006Z2012-02-13T21:08:26.632Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>Fiquei de coração apertado...</strong><br /></span>As lágrimas fugiam e fugiam...<br />Intenso...<br />Arrepiou-me , senti-o...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>(Existem alturas que o silencio fala...)</strong><br /></span><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0028P4opJwE" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6134981364917332780?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-32922583270119752782012-02-12T00:24:00.014Z2012-02-12T00:55:57.025ZMeia noite em ponto...<br />No século XXI a abóbora é um punto com um pneu furado...<br />O vestido comprido é o meu poncho castanho...<br />E o príncipe encantado é o senhor do reboque que mesmo em greve mudou o pneu:):):)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Muito Cinderela não acham????<br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHgZazVPcVQ/TzcLp_yINtI/AAAAAAAACmA/sHrMAUghQ8A/s1600/97785753.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 332px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708043868839622354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHgZazVPcVQ/TzcLp_yINtI/AAAAAAAACmA/sHrMAUghQ8A/s400/97785753.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3292258327011975278?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-45524418657584108112012-02-10T01:44:00.002Z2012-02-10T01:45:25.532Z<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ho9TX_OStWg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4552441865758410811?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-34811184061037011332012-02-06T00:30:00.009Z2012-02-06T01:01:26.784ZOntem estava na versão electricidade estática...<br />Cheguei a um sítio e duas pessoas disseram :<br />-«Olha o Marco Paulo veio a party.»<br />Ahahahhahahah:)<br />Eu digo-vos uma coisa...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><strong>O Max é que sabe das coisas:):):)<br /></strong></span><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CAEqPqJqpCM" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yX9J22bPLEM" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3481118406103701133?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-83195842836231069062012-02-06T00:03:00.007Z2012-02-06T00:33:53.008Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Amores , desamores e vinganças...<br /></strong></span>Amor é sinonimo de maravilha...<br />Desamor é sinónimo de dor....<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663366;">Vinganças é sinónimo de parvoíce...<br /></span><br /></span></strong>Hoje estive a falar sobre desamores , apesar do dia dos Amores estar aí a porta.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lá vem outra teoria-brinquinho:)<br /></span></strong>Quando uma relação acaba , doí tanto ...<br />E sei que os motivos pelo qual a relação acaba às vezes são tão negros ,sei que deixam o coração pequeno , a auto estima a um grau negativo...<br />Sei que que se descobre uma pessoa que nunca imaginamos existir...<br />Sei que se fala um milhão de vezes do assunto e parece que o mundo está acabar...<br />Mas do que vale a vingança?<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">De nada...<br /></span></strong>É a maior estupidez ,é desgaste , é ficar preso emocionalmente , é destruir o eu.<br />Já escrevi uma vez como acho que se supera um desgosto amoroso...<br />O virar as costas é difícil mas tem que ser feito e até pode demorar , mas consegue-se.<br />Consegue-se sim , é agarramos-nos aos Amigos ,é ir dançar , é ginasticar é manter a cabeça ocupada , é o tempo...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">O mais importante é o nosso equilibro emocional ...<br /></span></strong>Por isso há que viver a vida e deixem a vingança num sitio chamado lixo.<br />Uma teoria que tem que ser praticada...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPTVS-IsP_E/Ty8dFC_DLAI/AAAAAAAACl0/Ay-7ejQBSbI/s1600/87867647.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 396px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705811225439579138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPTVS-IsP_E/Ty8dFC_DLAI/AAAAAAAACl0/Ay-7ejQBSbI/s400/87867647.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8319584283623106906?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-10888302708518213402012-02-05T20:55:00.015Z2012-02-05T21:27:37.907ZÉ um dois em um... <br />Estou impressionada com o meu talento..<span style="font-size:130%;">que nervos</span>!!! <br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Esqueci-me do açúcar , o elemento fundamental para serem biscoitos... <br /></strong></span>Os biscoito de maçã parecem broaaaaaa... <br />Eu adoro broa, mas.... <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#660000;">Alguém quer biscoitos-broa ?? <br /></span> <br /></span></strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705760129650540930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ipo31Zxfng/Ty7um4VoQYI/AAAAAAAAClc/Hn8jRkqtcXE/s400/022.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vBJ0k1f59A/Ty7wBKDYVtI/AAAAAAAAClo/MHczbdgWECo/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705761680594065106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vBJ0k1f59A/Ty7wBKDYVtI/AAAAAAAAClo/MHczbdgWECo/s400/023.JPG" /></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1088830270851821340?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-65704235210688945992012-02-02T00:31:00.014Z2012-02-02T01:13:40.413Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Adoro Guimarães :)</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W5BMMjIK-Xg/TynhcoTq5wI/AAAAAAAAClQ/MjN-YSEOptQ/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704338285013952258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W5BMMjIK-Xg/TynhcoTq5wI/AAAAAAAAClQ/MjN-YSEOptQ/s400/049.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6570423521068894599?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-20773223089512211182012-01-31T23:18:00.011Z2012-01-31T23:39:23.304Z<span style="font-size:130%;">E a primeira etapa foi vencida...<br /></span>Ás vezes achamos que não conseguimos...<br />Ás vezes criamos defesas que nos impedem de chegar ao improvável...<br />Cada dia aprendo...<br />Ganhar confiança , acreditar e empenhar são as palavras chaves para chegar ao <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">improvável</span></strong>:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">S<span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">U</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">U</span>rrisinhos de boa-noite:) </span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KQaez1mfAI8" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-2077322308951221118?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-85671325855959560052012-01-31T22:14:00.003Z2012-01-31T22:18:55.523Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yw4AuiV2hLw/TyhoNnrJfeI/AAAAAAAAClE/5l2YioBF7u0/s1600/432212_348943118456669_100000229517592_1418817_994034385_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yw4AuiV2hLw/TyhoNnrJfeI/AAAAAAAAClE/5l2YioBF7u0/s400/432212_348943118456669_100000229517592_1418817_994034385_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703923511262281186" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8567132585595956005?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-41079965998350028552012-01-20T00:39:00.003Z2012-01-20T00:41:05.536Z<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KxnEPr6_gHs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4107996599835002855?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-14167621252442903842012-01-19T12:12:00.019Z2012-01-19T16:26:49.646Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">Os jantares femininos são:<br /></span><span style="color:#6600cc;">-Divertidos<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">-Desbocados<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">-Light<br /></span><span style="color:#009900;">-Gulosos<br /></span><span style="color:#660000;">-Encantadores<br /></span><span style="color:#330099;">-S<span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#993300;">U</span><span style="color:#009900;">U</span>rreais<br /></span><span style="color:#006600;">-Altamente<br /></span>-Desportivos<br /><span style="color:#000099;">-Entusiasmantes<br /></span><span style="color:#663366;">-Despreocupados<br /></span><span style="color:#990000;">-Risonhos<br /></span><span style="color:#6600cc;">-Carregador de baterias<br /></span></strong>Abriu a época dos jantares das quarta-feiras loucas:)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQyJcLJFzTg/TxgonGTUM_I/AAAAAAAACkw/DJ77pZzFqz0/s1600/87182285.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699349980609000434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQyJcLJFzTg/TxgonGTUM_I/AAAAAAAACkw/DJ77pZzFqz0/s400/87182285.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1416762125244290384?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-3460333062875732812012-01-18T10:48:00.020Z2012-01-18T15:46:55.161ZMesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma<br />Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma<br />A vida não para<br />Enquanto o tempo acelera e pede pressa<br />Eu me recuso faço hora vou na valsa<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">A vida tão rara ...<br /><br /></span></strong>Ontem recebi uma mensagem da <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error" style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Mizy</strong></span>!!<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Arrepiou-me a alma e fez-me pensar.<br /></span>Ontem numa viagem a trabalho para Lisboa , sofreu um acidente violentíssimo.Saíram completamente ilesos da experiência...<br />Escreveu -me :<br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">«</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Renascemos. Não quero nunca deixar nada por dizer. Pode sempre ser a última vez.<br />Amo-te. »<br /><br /></span></strong>Tocou-me na alma.<br />Já aprendi há uns anos que devemos dizer sempre tudo ....<br />Mesmo que pareça ridícula , lamechas , mimalha ou infantil...<br />Mesmo sabendo que devo , esqueço-me tantas vezes...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">A vida é tão rara...<br /></span></strong>(Adoro-te de coração<span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error" style="color:#660000;">Mizy</span></strong></span>)...<br /></span><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="color:#000000;">E hoje apetece-me gritar aos quatro ventos o quanto valorizo o que tenho...<br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">E hoje apetece-me dizer que gosto</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ta<span style="color:#ff0000;">n</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">n</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">n</span><span style="color:#009900;">n</span><span style="color:#003333;">n</span>to</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">de ti!!<br /></span><br /></span></strong></span><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sXmWAOIWg3w" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-346033306287573281?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-23779974555521075812012-01-17T15:09:00.006Z2012-01-17T15:23:17.976ZJantarada com friends , brindes e francesinhas...<br /><strong><span style="color:#663333;">B - Francesinha especial<br />P - Francesinha especail<br />A - 2 Francesinhas (especial e a normal)<br />S - Francesinha sem pão<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;">Eu - Peixe grelhado com legumes.<br /></span></strong>E as chamuças , as lulas fritas e os patês...nem peguei:)<br />Comi broa de entrada , sou uma broeira de primeira.<br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Broa não resito...</strong></span><br />Mas até me portei bem ...não portei???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-2377997455552107581?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-15518549733891072322012-01-17T11:23:00.010Z2012-01-17T11:51:06.053Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Irrita-me</strong></span> os computadores<strong>!!!<br /><span style="color:#330000;">Irrita-me</span> </strong>quando faço figura de ursa<span style="font-size:85%;"><strong> </strong></span><span style="font-size:78%;">(e se ligasse a ficha)</span><strong>!!!<br /></strong></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltEZwj_hvpg/TxVaWaBYyxI/AAAAAAAACkk/nT_xZ76Gjqs/s1600/56502417.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698560244495993618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltEZwj_hvpg/TxVaWaBYyxI/AAAAAAAACkk/nT_xZ76Gjqs/s400/56502417.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1551854973389107232?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-38676074472418344352012-01-16T15:02:00.056Z2012-01-16T16:55:08.230ZQue bommmmmmm...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">Prémi<span style="color:#ff6666;">o</span><span style="color:#006600;">o</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">o</span><span style="color:#333300;">o</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span>:)</span><br /></strong>Obrigada LOL aos 40 :)<br />Obrigada Bagagem da Viajante:)<br /><strong><span style="color:#330099;">S<span style="color:#66ff99;">U</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">U</span><span style="color:#990000;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span>rrisinhos docinhos:)</span></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>1. Nome da minha música favorita?<br /></strong></span>Mas eu tenho tantas , não consigo ter só uma e depende do meu estado espírito:)<br />Ultimamente ouço quase todos os dias duas musicas:<br />Aqui vai:<br />-Marcia com JP...A pele que há em mim:)<br />-Pablo Alboran com Carminho<br />-Overdose The Gift , para ir ao concerto e cantar tuuuudo:)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">2. Nome da minha sobremesa favorita?<br /></span></strong>Sou guuuuuulosa q.b:)<br />Adoro :<br />-Aletria<br />-Tarte de maçã caseira<br />-Leite creme<br />-Bolinho caseiro<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>3. O que me tira do sério?<br /></strong></span>-Mentiras<br />-Petulâncias<br />-Injustiças<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>4. Quando estou chateada?<br /></strong></span>Souuuuu impossível , passo-me e expludo .Digo o que devo e não devo.<br />Não consigo estar calada e pareço uma matraca...<br />Geralmente arrependo-me e depois fico abraçada ao meu sofá em retiro espiritual:)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">5. Qual o meu animal de estimação favorito?<br /></span></strong>É o Homem...Ahahahhahahhah:):):)<br />Estou com umas piadas:)<br />Adorava ter um coala e golfinhos:)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">6. Preto ou branco?<br /></span></strong>Dava um dominó perfeito:)<br />Adoro o laranja:)<br />50 % preto:)<br />50 % branco:)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">7. Maior medo?<br /></span></strong>Tenho medo de falhar...Eu sei que errar,falhar é humano.<br />Mas nesta fase , neste projecto não quero falhar.<br />Mas tenho outros , acho que isso dava um post.<br />Ou seja não são assim tão poucos:)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">8. Atitude quotidiana?<br /></span></strong>SUUUUUUUrrisinhos...A minha atitude é sorrir , partilhar e aproveitar as milhentas coisas boas que existem e não ouvir o telejornal:)<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-size:130%;">9. O que é perfeito?</span><br /></span></strong>Perfeito , perfeito seria concretizar as minhas transparências para 2012:)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>10. Culpa?</strong></span><br />Não suporto sentir culpa...<br />Não me sinto bem comigo quando sinto culpa...<br />Tenho que resolver as coisas para dormir descansada.<br />E tenho culpa no cartório em algumas coisas , sei ver isso e sei pedir desculpa.<br />Podia melhorar muita coisa...<br />As vezes custa!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330099;">Sete factos aleatórios sobre mim:<br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">1.</span></span></strong> Sou apaixonada por as minhas pessoas , amo os meus Amigos &amp; Família:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>2.</strong></span> Adorava ser Mãe:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>3.</strong></span> Fotografa , Psicologa ou distribuidora de SUUUrrisinhos &amp; abraços:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>4.</strong></span> Perú , Austrália , Rio Janeiro e Europa:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>5.</strong></span> Amorrrrr :)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"><strong>6.</strong></span> Contagiar:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">7.</span></strong> Em forma dupla:)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A quem é que ofereço este prémio?<br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">A palavra é partilhar...<br /></span></strong>Se vos apetecer façam:)<br />Divirtam-se:)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LsIaIQqpvs/TxRMYYfBPhI/AAAAAAAACkY/YFP9D8mO6Cs/s1600/Kreativ%2BBlogger%2BAward.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698263410303647250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LsIaIQqpvs/TxRMYYfBPhI/AAAAAAAACkY/YFP9D8mO6Cs/s400/Kreativ%2BBlogger%2BAward.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3867607447241834435?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-16743318028720024252012-01-16T11:02:00.003Z2012-01-16T11:56:35.413Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong>A palavra escolhida é da fase de cabelos em pé ao alívio...<br /></strong></span>Ainda não sei se o alívio é total , mas estou mais tranquila.<br />Aquele stress , e aqueles nervos que nos sugam as energias já passou.<br />Quando passo por uma fase de stress , fico com vontade de fazer mil coisas e com muitas ideias...<br />Porque quero sentir aquela sensação de libertação , de alivio...<br />Geralmente não costuma fazer nada , <strong>mas</strong> desta vez vai ser diferente...<br />Há que aproveitar o tempo e <span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong>valoriza<span style="color:#ff0000;">r</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">r</span><span style="color:#330099;">r</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">r</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">r</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">r</span></strong></span><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span>aquilo que gostamos :)<br />Tenho dito.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong>Venha a fase-alivio e a concretização de desejos.<br /></strong></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1r_D18nbCbc/TxMEaHsWvLI/AAAAAAAACkM/7aYa7TGAjlw/s1600/tface2.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697902800342006962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1r_D18nbCbc/TxMEaHsWvLI/AAAAAAAACkM/7aYa7TGAjlw/s400/tface2.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1674331802872002425?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-35064061623784186962012-01-13T10:10:00.005Z2012-01-13T10:18:52.380Z<span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ador</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">o</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">o</span><span style="color:#663300;">o</span><span style="color:#66ff99;">o</span>...</span></strong></span><br />Quero ver-te <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error" style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>S<span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">U</span><span style="color:#993399;">U</span>rrir</strong></span>:)<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lalrlalrlalrlalalrlala</span>!!!<br />Ouço agora...<br />Porque hoje:<br />- <span style="font-size:130%;">preciso de concentração e iluminação...<br /></span>- <span style="font-size:130%;">preciso de sabedoria ...<br /></span>- <span style="font-size:130%;">preciso de destreza <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mental</span>...<br /></span><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">S.O.S precisa-se de activar os <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">neurónios</span>:)<br /></span></strong><br /></span><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s7MqFg_luzM" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3506406162378418696?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-36184360633581292742012-01-12T11:30:00.012Z2012-01-12T14:39:50.608ZAdoro esta teoria e espero continuar a ser fã dela <span style="font-size:85%;">(é o que traz cor à vida)...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Quem dá , recebe !!!<br /></strong></span>Não tenho medo nenhum em dar:)<br />É bom ser espontânea e deixar sair o melhor que há em nós!!<br />Gosto receber:):)<br />Claro que isto não é um dá cá toma lá...<br />Claro que as vezes damos e ficamos com expectativas de receber <span style="font-size:85%;">(não somos perfeitos)...<br /></span>Hoje vinha ouvir a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">RFM</span></span>, à procura do Ernesto , e o Ernesto encontrado disse:<br />-« O que é preciso neste país é de Amor e Amizade , é dar.»<br />Ora aí está , concordo.<br />Mas qual será o medo em dar?<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixemos o egoísmo de lado...<br /></span><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Confia em mim:)</span><br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTY3Mqzhogw/Tw7LKHVQe0I/AAAAAAAACkA/gfzilZt9u20/s1600/56501273.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696713953297595202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTY3Mqzhogw/Tw7LKHVQe0I/AAAAAAAACkA/gfzilZt9u20/s400/56501273.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3618436063358129274?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-65024419201432887182012-01-11T17:20:00.011Z2012-01-11T17:46:59.646ZParem tudo...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">Venham lanchar comigo!!<br /></span></strong>Um lanche por dia (<span style="font-size:85%;">comigo</span>) dá saúde e alegria:)<br />Hoje estou de bom humor ...<br />Estou a libertar o <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lanche</span> que há em mim:):)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">A<span style="color:#009900;">h</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">a</span><span style="color:#330099;">h</span><span style="color:#339999;">a</span><span style="color:#330033;">h</span><span style="color:#000099;">a</span><span style="color:#336666;">h</span><span style="color:#666666;">a</span><span style="color:#003333;">h</span>a</span>:)<br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WpIewaiLYGA/Tw3FLDzf1YI/AAAAAAAACjE/eXB3_5uBp_8/s1600/98622582.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 354px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696425897484080514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WpIewaiLYGA/Tw3FLDzf1YI/AAAAAAAACjE/eXB3_5uBp_8/s400/98622582.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iUhZaGfcgfY/Tw3HObOkCAI/AAAAAAAACj0/nE3y9o1xVyU/s1600/110460804.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 366px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696428154334480386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iUhZaGfcgfY/Tw3HObOkCAI/AAAAAAAACj0/nE3y9o1xVyU/s400/110460804.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6502441920143288718?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-88756465629148900572012-01-11T11:29:00.008Z2012-01-11T11:36:47.746ZHoje é dia de dar...<br />Apetece-me andar com uma cartolina na rua a dizer...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Dou abraços...<br /></span><span style="color:#006600;">Dou mimos...<br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Dou S<span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#663300;">U</span>rrisinhos:)<br /></span></span></strong>Adoro este Sol - Inverno...<br />Adoro sentir-me vitaminada...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Bom dia minhas <strong>ternurinhas</strong> que me acompanham:)<br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJUHkwE30XI/Tw1zY1yz2dI/AAAAAAAACi4/kfpXbVViLFY/s1600/112189056.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696335974287792594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJUHkwE30XI/Tw1zY1yz2dI/AAAAAAAACi4/kfpXbVViLFY/s400/112189056.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8875646562914890057?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-46752186017770068092012-01-10T00:05:00.010Z2012-01-10T10:27:30.077Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">O que te suga as energias???<br /></span></strong>Hoje precisava distooooo...<br /><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dogRdZjUKY/TwuA-_snIaI/AAAAAAAACis/xqlZrwxqP8U/s1600/374103_274863792560262_189560354423940_800840_419735923_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695787973478916514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dogRdZjUKY/TwuA-_snIaI/AAAAAAAACis/xqlZrwxqP8U/s400/374103_274863792560262_189560354423940_800840_419735923_n.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4675218601777006809?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-61428920086929959752012-01-08T20:14:00.006Z2012-01-08T20:20:51.633Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Adoro um culto de sofá...<br /></span></strong>Com a manta-alaranjada...<br />Com uma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tofina</span> e canela...<br />Com o Jack <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Johnson</span> a cantar para mim...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Acreditas em Anjos?<br /></span></strong>Hoje estou sem força para escrever...<br />Hoje só ouço...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ouve comigo em <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">silêncio</span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">(sabe bem não sabe???)<span style="font-size:130%;">!!!</span><br /></span><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gr-Ff8us0Hg" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6142892008692995975?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-18630439601505612002012-01-07T21:21:00.014Z2012-01-08T11:19:08.579Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"><strong>-Iogurte natural<br /></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">-Doce abóbora<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>-Nozes<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>-Canela<br /></strong></span>Estou a deliciar-me </span><span style="font-size:85%;">(ando viciada neste mix)...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Alguém é servido?</strong> </span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0CUW35iXv8/Twi5bzxz7OI/AAAAAAAACig/Pw1eJyvBtxU/s1600/3707d8f2be163bd14c78cf07586f13bb_L.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695005616216730850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0CUW35iXv8/Twi5bzxz7OI/AAAAAAAACig/Pw1eJyvBtxU/s400/3707d8f2be163bd14c78cf07586f13bb_L.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1863043960150561200?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-43707245640359175852012-01-06T21:49:00.004Z2012-01-06T22:12:01.025Z<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">Banho de Imersão</span></strong> <span style="font-size:85%;">com</span>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4370724564035917585?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-65352868003896429182012-01-06T10:06:00.022Z2012-01-06T10:40:22.888Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Cabra cega...<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Fitinha azul...<br /></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Macaca...</span><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"><strong>Elástico...<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Livros da Anita...<br /></span><span style="color:#660000;">Livros da Susy...<br /></span><br /></strong>Estou com saudades de ser pequenina...<br /></span>As vezes apetece mandar as responsabilidades para o Polo Norte...<br />Cansa-me e irrita-me gente parva.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Fico cega com petulâncias.<br />Não suporto gente convencida .</span></strong><br />Ahuuuuummmmm.<br />Ahuuuuummmmm.<br />Existem situações que me sugam as energias.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Hoje preciso de ouvir boa música e energia positiva...<br /></span></strong>É respirar e olhar em frente...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ru1eWVjYvbk/TwbNGz9CGZI/AAAAAAAACiI/OfsDFcFVmfw/s1600/94257329.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 390px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694464295765678482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ru1eWVjYvbk/TwbNGz9CGZI/AAAAAAAACiI/OfsDFcFVmfw/s400/94257329.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6535286800389642918?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-8992001876174685452012-01-05T12:55:00.005Z2012-01-05T15:20:11.279Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Estou com tanta f<span style="color:#6600cc;">o</span><span style="color:#330033;">o</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span><span style="color:#660000;">o</span>mita:)<br /></span></strong>Babem-se:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Era mesmo esta saladinha que me apetecia:)</span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grGIuIcdGAY/TwWd_p6x7SI/AAAAAAAACh8/Xotuwuz0_PU/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694131020789574946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grGIuIcdGAY/TwWd_p6x7SI/AAAAAAAACh8/Xotuwuz0_PU/s400/001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-899200187617468545?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-38318881310792159042012-01-05T10:19:00.015Z2012-01-05T17:01:41.960Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">O meu Br<span style="color:#ff6666;">i</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">i</span><span style="color:#009900;">i</span><span style="color:#663366;">i</span>nquinho da Cantareira faz três aninhos:):):)<br /></span></strong>Um brindeeeeeeeeee:):)<br />Acho que não vou ser original nas minhas palavras , mas é o que sinto há<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#330033;">três anos</span></span></strong>:):)<br />E mesmos sendo repetitiva , vão dizer o que sinto:):)<br />Sou <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">apaixonada</span></strong> por este cantinho , adoro escrever (mesmo tendo a noção que escrevo de uma forma infantil),<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">adoro partilhar</span></strong>...<br />Cada vez mais acredito que a partilha me leva longe...<br />Tenho blogues que já fazem parte do meu <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">coração</span></strong> , e nem sequer conheço as pessoas (acho este <span style="font-size:130%;">sentimento o must...)<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>No meu brinquinho sou <span style="color:#003300;">livre</span> , <span style="color:#ff6666;">mimalha</span> , <span style="color:#660000;">sentimental</span>...sou eu:)</strong><br /></span>Obrigada por estarem comigo...<br />Obrigada por me fazerem feliz...<br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">E agora pega no copo e brind<span style="color:#33cc00;">e</span><span style="color:#333399;">e</span>e<span style="color:#ff0000;">e</span><span style="color:#000066;">e</span><span style="color:#663300;">e</span><span style="color:#003300;">e</span>:):)<br /></span></strong>Uhuhuhuhuhuhuh:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">S<span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#003333;">U</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">U</span>rrisinhos:)</span></strong><br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LL-EJCICXS0/TwV5iy6BSII/AAAAAAAAChw/cwVUnH1oaDM/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2B097.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694090942567499906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LL-EJCICXS0/TwV5iy6BSII/AAAAAAAAChw/cwVUnH1oaDM/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2B097.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3831888131079215904?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-48678730750767723402012-01-04T10:17:00.017Z2012-01-04T12:12:11.579ZTenho montes de teorias e estou muitas vezes errada...<br />Mas existem coisas que me mete tanta confusão...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hoje a teoria é sobre filhos de pais divorciados ou separados!<br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Porque será</span></strong></span> que existem Pais tão burros <span style="font-size:85%;">(não consigo encontrar outro nome)</span>?<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"><strong>Porque será</strong></span> que os Pais utilizam os Filhos como <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">intermediários</span> monetários ou emocionais?<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><strong>Porque será</strong></span> que os Pais fazem chantagem emocional e tentam que os Filhos tomem partidos ?<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong>Porque será?<br /></strong></span>Não tenho filhos ,mas vejo ao meu lado situações de <span style="font-size:130%;">arrepiar</span>...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A minha teoria é</strong></span> : os Pais é que não sabem gerir um divorcio , porque ainda tem sentimentos um pelo outro (pelo menos uma das partes) e muitas vezes nem se apercebem que estão a comprometer (prejudicar) a estabilidade <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">emocional</span> dos Filhos...<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Está é a minha teoria...Será que estou errada?<br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMsrQVlPgSk/TwQqEMmdINI/AAAAAAAAChk/Fu-9ZHjFKKw/s1600/dv836007.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 388px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693722080493510866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMsrQVlPgSk/TwQqEMmdINI/AAAAAAAAChk/Fu-9ZHjFKKw/s400/dv836007.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4867873075076772340?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-18930425039839995502012-01-03T09:29:00.011Z2012-01-06T22:07:25.592Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">I see you...<br /></span></strong>Eu vejo-te:)<br /></span>Mas é que <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">ad<span style="color:#ff6666;">o</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">o</span><span style="color:#993300;">o</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">o</span>ro</span></strong> mesmo estas palavras:)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Gosto tanto deste filme...só acho que falta uma <strong>Avatar com cabelo encaracolado</strong>!!)<br /></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-stHLZ2BYqDc/TwLKf2_5dcI/AAAAAAAAChY/OjS5LCZwKg4/s1600/avatar_27.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693335527638005186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-stHLZ2BYqDc/TwLKf2_5dcI/AAAAAAAAChY/OjS5LCZwKg4/s400/avatar_27.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1893042503983999550?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-80651555576136357032012-01-02T12:09:00.006Z2012-01-02T12:18:41.733ZComeçar o ano tem que ser com força positiva , encarar as coisas com positivismo...<br />Falar em coisas que gostamos...<br />Pensar em coisas boas...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Pensamentos e atitudes positivas atraí positividade:)<br /></span>Estou <span style="font-size:130%;">apaixonada</span> por esta publicidade...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">Vê:)</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sente:)<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>Experimenta:)<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Sorri:)<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"><strong>Aprende:)<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>Mostra:)<br /></strong></span><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Descobre:)<br /></strong></span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Com crise ou sem crise...tu fazes parte!!!!</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">S<span style="color:#ff6600;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">U</span>rrisinhos:)</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><br /></span><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hX9sznIC65E" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8065155557613635703?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-41422978509068113802012-01-01T13:48:00.009Z2012-01-01T14:25:08.596Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Aqui vai o meu primeiro S<span style="color:#33cc00;">U</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">U</span>rrisinho de 2012:)<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Bom dia Alegr<span style="color:#ff6666;">i</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">i</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">i</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">i</span>as:)</span><br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Aj7rPPMiDSo" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4142297850906811380?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-38008654205050822692011-12-31T00:48:00.011Z2011-12-31T01:28:12.570ZO prometido é devido...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nestas alturas invade-me um sentimento de força, de desejos , de vontades...<br /></span>E acredito sempre que este seja o ano...<br />Este não é excepção...<br />O ano 2012 vai ser o meu ano especial (estou a sorrir!!!)<br />Pode parecer ridícula , mas enquanto sentir isto é sinonimo que sinto esperança...<br />E é esta esperança que me faz ter garra!!!<br />Os meus desejos são simples...<br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Desejo</span></strong> </span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">EGA</span>:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">AE</span>:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> fazer um <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">worshop</span> de culinária:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> fazer um <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">workshop</span> de teatro:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> fazer um curso de espanhol:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> viajar:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> encontros animados e patuscadas com Amigos:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> ter coragem para não desistir:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> ter coragem para ser sincera:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> enfrentar o medo de falhar:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> recomeçar as aulas de <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Surf</span>:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> recomeçar as caminhadas e deixar a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">preguicite</span>:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> emagrecer 7 quilos:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> que o meu cabelo cresça saudável:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> dar:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> voar :)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><strong>Desejo</strong></span> desejar...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Desejo-vos</strong></span> Amor:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Desejo-vos</strong></span> Amizade:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Desejo-vos</strong></span> Liberdade:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Desejo-vos</strong></span> Saúde:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"><strong>Desejo-vos</strong></span> Esperança:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Desejo-vos</strong></span> Mimos:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong>Desejo-vos</strong></span> Emoções:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>Desejo-vos</strong></span> que realizem o vosso Sonho mais profundo:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Desejo-vos S<span style="color:#33ff33;">U</span><span style="color:#330033;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">rrisinhos</span>... </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3800865420505082269?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-50375402626580168492011-12-29T20:47:00.042Z2011-12-31T00:21:07.538Z<span style="font-size:130%;">O ano 2011 foi um ano muito especial... <br /></span>O ano que fez todo o sentido... <br />O ano em que vivi emoções , realizei sonhos e tudo isto acompanhada pela minha palavra mágica...<span style="font-size:180%;">Amizade</span> :) <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Viva </span></strong>ao sonho realizado...fiz o <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">videoclip</span></span>:) <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Viva</span></strong> aos meus 35 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">SUUUrrisinhos</span> (um dos momentos mais felizes da minha vida:) <br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Viva</strong></span> aos nascimentos especiais: Inês e <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Isaurinha</span>:) <br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>Viva</strong></span> à Queda Livre:) <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Viva</span></strong> a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Marraquexe</span> , à <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Disney</span> , a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gran</span> Canária e a Dublin:) <br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Viva</strong></span> aos momentos em <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tralhariz</span>,Amares , <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chacim</span> e Chaves:) <br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Viva</strong></span> ao <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cumbibio</span>:) <br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Viva</strong></span> as novas experiências :<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Surf</span> e <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">TT</span> <br />O corte cabelo foi um drama:) <br />Iniciar a nova fase A.E foi um acto de coragem , embora não goste nada:( <br />E continuo a cantar... <br />Hoje sou feliz e canto ,só por causa de vocês... <br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hoje sou feliz , feliz...só porque amo vocês:) <br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">S<span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">U</span>rrisinhos:)</span></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <br /></span><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UjWySpXCAmE" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htgwZBLTzNc/TvzaqUkF40I/AAAAAAAACd0/3uFwJG1YPh8/s1600/IMG_2898.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691664449698915138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htgwZBLTzNc/TvzaqUkF40I/AAAAAAAACd0/3uFwJG1YPh8/s400/IMG_2898.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-20sNirbr--4/TvzeHt4ZOzI/AAAAAAAACeQ/gtF_O1jj1Lk/s1600/P1040236.jpg"></a> <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z846UF1paI0/Tv4mirG5hQI/AAAAAAAAChA/Jp041y9MrY8/s1600/isaurinha.JPG"><img 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-5037540262658016849?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-42571989316063325942011-12-29T17:07:00.005Z2011-12-30T23:36:10.834ZQue saudade de cá vir...<br />Tenho<span style="font-size:130%;"> saudades</span> vossas e de vos ir visitar...<br />Mas esta semana está complicado...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Prometo</span> que para semana vão as «vossas casinhas» fazer visitas...<br />Afinal de contas...<span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ano Novo , Vida Nova:)<br /></span></strong><br /></span>Queria <span style="font-size:130%;">partilhar </span>uma boa experiência que tive hoje de manhã...<br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Conheci o Toshi , um japonês com mãos de ouro.</span><br /></strong></span>Estou sem dores nas costas , acho que até o meu cérebro estalou ,o que me deu forças para continuar esta nova etapa....<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Até respiro melhor:):)<br /></span>Só mais uma coisa...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Não tenham medo de partilhar com transparencia os desejos para 2012....</span><br />Prometo que depois mostro-vos a minha lista:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">S<span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">U</span>rrisinhos com Amizade e Saudade:)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4257198931606332594?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-86042345014393255772011-12-27T23:43:00.006Z2011-12-28T00:06:16.717Z<span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Dizes-me com </strong><span style="font-size:180%;">transparência</span><strong> quais são os teus desejos para 2012? </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tbYRkGXH3ro" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8604234501439325577?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-23849740889004706402011-12-23T15:34:00.026Z2011-12-24T00:43:27.770ZMeus queridos <span style="font-size:130%;">Amigos</span> desejo-vos um <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Natal</span></strong> com muita <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">ternura</span></strong>:)<br />Com os meus poderes vão fazer pirilim pim pim e sintam o meu xiiiiiii potente recheado de <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>S<span style="color:#6600cc;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">U</span>rrisinhos</strong></span>:)<br />Vou abrir o <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">coração</span></strong> e dizer o que sintoooo a todossss...<br />Sinto que a vida tem que ser vivida com <span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Amor</strong></span> ,<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Amizade</strong></span></span> ..só assim faz sentido:):)<br />Aproveitem bem esta época em que a <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>magia </strong></span>paira no ar:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Gosto muito de estar aqui com vocês:)</span><br />O Brinquinho e a SUUrrisinhos fazem uma equipa a distribuir carinho , docinhos , palavras carinhosas,musica e muita <span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>Amizade</strong></span>:)<br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Feliz Nata<span style="color:#ff0000;">l</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">l</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">l</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">l</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">l</span><span style="color:#663333;">l</span>:)<br /></span></strong><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RpEul4-uDww/TvSg6XbSbHI/AAAAAAAACdo/oiW5XV6a2f4/s1600/110873135.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689349153857105010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RpEul4-uDww/TvSg6XbSbHI/AAAAAAAACdo/oiW5XV6a2f4/s400/110873135.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukOCUSnC6qo/TvSfqsksPNI/AAAAAAAACdc/wYKIXst_bqA/s1600/96420834.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689347785144155346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukOCUSnC6qo/TvSfqsksPNI/AAAAAAAACdc/wYKIXst_bqA/s400/96420834.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-2384974088900470640?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-83611697909031024102011-12-23T15:12:00.005Z2011-12-23T15:21:06.642Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Esqueçam as dietas:):):)<br /></span></strong>Fiquem mais docinhosssss:):)<br />Rabanadas:)<br />Folar:)<br />Bolo-Rei Maçã:)<br />Pão de canela:)<br />Biscoitos de canela:)<br />Aletria:)<br />Inspirei-vos?<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663300;">É Nata<span style="color:#ff0000;">l</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">l</span><span style="color:#993399;">l</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">l</span><span style="color:#006600;">l</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">l</span><span style="color:#990000;">l</span>:):):):)</span><br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc5A5dSyc8s/TvSaw2_X9II/AAAAAAAACdU/jWCEwwsp8oI/s1600/135604357.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689342393461503106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc5A5dSyc8s/TvSaw2_X9II/AAAAAAAACdU/jWCEwwsp8oI/s400/135604357.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8361169790903102410?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-90697041511182325042011-12-23T14:25:00.009Z2011-12-23T14:33:21.153ZSaio para almoçar e SUUUrprise:):)<br />A minha Afilhada (Ritinha ) e o Afonsinho (que para mim é Afilhado) vêem almoçar com a Madrinha e dizem:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">«-Sabes de quem gostamos muito???<br />Da Madiiiiiiiinha:)»<br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">É Nata<span style="color:#3366ff;">l</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">l</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">l</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">l</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">l</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">l</span>:)</span><br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkkkD61lvYg/TvSQKS3eixI/AAAAAAAACcg/GG6Iqs4cm5s/s1600/135578360.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689330735813397266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkkkD61lvYg/TvSQKS3eixI/AAAAAAAACcg/GG6Iqs4cm5s/s400/135578360.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-9069704151118232504?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-3696202316139654582011-12-23T11:34:00.010Z2011-12-23T14:31:24.907Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Natal</span> </span></strong>é ouvir músicas e cantarolar:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Natal</span></strong> é ter luuuuzzzz...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Queres uma luz na tua vida??<br /></span><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Eu do<span style="color:#3333ff;">u</span><span style="color:#663300;">u</span></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">u</span></strong>...É <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Natal</span></strong>...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Sorri , ouve e sente um x<span style="color:#33cc00;">i</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">i</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">i</span><span style="color:#993300;">i</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">i</span><span style="color:#663300;">i</span> S<span style="color:#00cccc;">U</span><span style="color:#006600;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span>rridente:)</strong><br /><br /></span><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rz4oG4eh5J0" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnPyD1ZvA4k/TvRoRz53HmI/AAAAAAAACcU/yPsXQq_JHyQ/s1600/98517090.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689286884475739746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnPyD1ZvA4k/TvRoRz53HmI/AAAAAAAACcU/yPsXQq_JHyQ/s400/98517090.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-369620231613965458?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-37963839820021431432011-12-23T10:32:00.012Z2011-12-23T15:42:59.634Z<span style="font-size:180%;">Hoje é dia de palavras doces...<br /></span>Hoje é dia de vos falar de <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Natal</span> </span></strong>, de vos encher de mimos...<br />Vamos falar de palavras felizes , de Amizade , de ternura e doces:)<br />Estes dias quero dar:)<br />Dar e receber...é a filosofia do <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Natal</span></strong>:):):)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663366;">Fel<span style="color:#33cc00;">i</span><span style="color:#993300;">i</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">i</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">i</span>z Natal com S<span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">U</span>rrisinhos:)</span><br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WRj6bAEIJ0/TvRZCTNysDI/AAAAAAAACcI/A1Vc-oVLS0I/s1600/038.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689270125328511026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WRj6bAEIJ0/TvRZCTNysDI/AAAAAAAACcI/A1Vc-oVLS0I/s400/038.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3796383982002143143?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-59575572545948846922011-12-22T11:50:00.013Z2011-12-22T17:50:36.619ZEste ano combinámos que não existe presentes , só para as crianças.<br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Não me importo nada , porque para mim Natal é distribuir <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">beijinhos</span> , <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">abraços</span> , <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">mimos</span> ,<span style="color:#330099;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">S<span style="color:#6600cc;">U</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">U</span>rrisinhos</span></span> e <span style="font-size:130%;">falarmos com todos aqueles que nos aqueçam o coração</span>.<br /></span></strong>Isso é o que me faz feliz...<br />Ontem cheguei ao work e na minha secretária tinha um presente original...<br />Não sou nada materialista , mas confesso que adorei:)<br />Vou fazer scones de nozes e chocolate <span style="font-size:85%;">(só espero que fiquem bem...prometo que não vou alterar a receita!!!)<br /></span>Sabe tão bem receber um miminho:):)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Adorei S<span style="color:#6633ff;">u</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">u</span><span style="color:#006600;">u</span>su:)</span><br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JBtuurb1cc/TvMZ0wGeiGI/AAAAAAAACbk/phMqr-x2y2Q/s1600/Imagem%2B003.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688919148355029090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JBtuurb1cc/TvMZ0wGeiGI/AAAAAAAACbk/phMqr-x2y2Q/s400/Imagem%2B003.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1W7a_YbygwE/TvMZ0iy0WQI/AAAAAAAACbY/cAjukLJnnHM/s1600/Imagem%2B002.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688919144782911746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1W7a_YbygwE/TvMZ0iy0WQI/AAAAAAAACbY/cAjukLJnnHM/s400/Imagem%2B002.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-5957557254594884692?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-62721083573031350632011-12-21T10:34:00.013Z2011-12-21T10:52:40.792Z<span style="font-size:180%;">Trapalhona...<br /></span>Mas é que sou q.b...Até me irrito comigo!!!<br />Estava conduzir , quando olho para mim no retrovisor e penso:<br />-«Hoje é dia de almoço e jantar de Natal , já podias por uma maquilhagem para ficares com um ar mais saudável.»<br />Depois deste pensamento inteligente , vou a bolsa e tcharammmm...<br />Em plena condução tento conduzir e pintar-me...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">O resultado foi :<br /></span>-andar com o carro aos S<br />-ficar toda borratada <span style="font-size:85%;">(se já em casa o resultado é critico , fará a conduzir:))<br /></span>Em 2012 vou fazer um workshop : como se maquiar no carro:):):)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">B<span style="color:#33cc00;">o</span><span style="color:#993399;">o</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">o</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span>m di<span style="color:#ff6666;">a</span><span style="color:#009900;">a</span><span style="color:#993300;">a</span><span style="color:#993399;">a</span>:)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6272108357303135063?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-84574196124877135172011-12-20T23:16:00.005Z2011-12-21T00:43:29.356Z<iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/13LGwE67ZRY" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8457419612487713517?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-53581873689302661742011-12-20T16:22:00.006Z2011-12-21T00:39:59.223Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Quero tudo isto de uma só vez...</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#663333;">Estás ouvir Pai Natal?</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Ando fã destes pacotes de <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">açúcar!!!</span>)<br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-db8gqbzvLZE/Tu9nI02T4HI/AAAAAAAACbA/uezOO85ECys/s1600/nicola.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687878255715278962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-db8gqbzvLZE/Tu9nI02T4HI/AAAAAAAACbA/uezOO85ECys/s400/nicola.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-5358187368930266174?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-14922268371423147902011-12-20T11:34:00.006Z2011-12-20T11:39:25.873Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Como está esse espírito natalício?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Ontem comi o Pai Natal...Adoro!!!)<br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8CVqdzQEs0/TvBzPZb8o5I/AAAAAAAACbM/CtmGPOyHaE8/s1600/73497128.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688173037732275090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8CVqdzQEs0/TvBzPZb8o5I/AAAAAAAACbM/CtmGPOyHaE8/s400/73497128.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1492226837142314790?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-22819306947529569412011-12-19T15:49:00.032Z2011-12-19T16:18:02.453ZUm <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">parolo</span> </span></strong>destes,caía que nem ginga:):):)<br />Consegue que eu fique toda <span style="font-size:130%;">desfocad</span>a e d<span style="font-size:130%;">espregada</span>:):):)<br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Parolo maroto!!!<br /></span><br /></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZbsvbRiEMg/Tu9dIOnct7I/AAAAAAAACaQ/8GTqL3-h45o/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2B016.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687867250336118706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZbsvbRiEMg/Tu9dIOnct7I/AAAAAAAACaQ/8GTqL3-h45o/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2B016.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-2281930694752956941?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-87454143934510505742011-12-19T10:01:00.014Z2011-12-19T10:17:38.808Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Bo<span style="color:#ff0000;">m</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">m</span><span style="color:#009900;">m</span><span style="color:#663300;">m</span> dia docinho cheio de energia:):):)<br /></span></strong>Como correu o vosso fim semana???<br />Já falta pouquinho para <span style="font-size:130%;">Natal</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">(e para as minhas férias)</span>:):):)<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">S<span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">U</span><span style="color:#990000;">U</span>rrisinhos</span></strong> </span>com fotos da minha praia ....<span style="font-size:130%;">inspirem e expirem</span>...Sentiram o cheirinho a mar?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JetQ-l4-FV4/Tu8MGlQmapI/AAAAAAAACZ4/KkMYc_1la10/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687778161612712594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JetQ-l4-FV4/Tu8MGlQmapI/AAAAAAAACZ4/KkMYc_1la10/s400/021.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ5dj5UPtFI/Tu8ND1TBxOI/AAAAAAAACaE/j-qe-7_uM9I/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687779213889881314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ5dj5UPtFI/Tu8ND1TBxOI/AAAAAAAACaE/j-qe-7_uM9I/s400/020.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8745414393451050574?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-5620370296453524222011-12-16T16:26:00.025Z2011-12-16T18:58:33.303Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Existem dias</span></strong> em que parece que o esforço não vale a pena...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Existem dias</span></strong> que às vezes dá vontade de mandar tudo para gllgjltjlt...<br />Claro que sei que é preciso encarar tudo com serenidade.<br />Claro que sei que o desconfortável torna-nos mais fortes , mas apetece-me dizer...quero lá saber!!!<br />Às vezes tomamos atitudes para fecharmos uma porta (<span style="font-size:85%;">o que é importante ,claro que sei).<br /></span>Ou para não ter que ouvir o mesmo discurso de anos.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A escolha foi minha...<br /></span>Depois disto sigo só os meus <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">sonhos</span></strong>...<br />E a sociedade que vá dar uma voltinha ao bilhar grande<span style="font-size:85%;"> (também sei que não é bem assim)</span> .<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">E ainda bem que é sexta...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">S<span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">U</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">U</span>rrisinhos</span></strong>:)<br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IdipowkdYlg/Tut1SqwY-6I/AAAAAAAACZo/QmsIvsUTvUA/s1600/frase.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686767918060731298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IdipowkdYlg/Tut1SqwY-6I/AAAAAAAACZo/QmsIvsUTvUA/s400/frase.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-562037029645352422?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-2764566135235225252011-12-16T12:21:00.009Z2011-12-16T12:46:59.108Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#006600;">Para uma viciada de maçãs (como eu) está noticia é ouro sobre azul.</span><br /></span></strong><br />«Conforme informou hoje a BBC, em Coventry foi observado um raríssimo fenómeno natural que mais parece um milagre bíblico: chuva de maçãs.<br />Do céu começaram de repente a cair maçãs. Ninguém foi afectado, houve apenas danos ligeiros em alguns automóveis.<br /><br />As maçãs foram levantadas para a atmosfera por ventos ciclónicos, registados nas regiões norte do país. A “nuvem de maçãs” percorreu algumas dezenas de quilómetros até se precipitar em Coventry, cidade localizada no centro da Inglaterra.<br />A uma distância de alguns quilómetros do local, foi ainda observada a “queda” de repolho e cenouras.»<br />Fonte: Voz da Rússia<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLrd-a07V2k/Tus9opS4KtI/AAAAAAAACZc/2ZC4tGUoU28/s1600/scf4350-011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLrd-a07V2k/Tus9opS4KtI/AAAAAAAACZc/2ZC4tGUoU28/s400/scf4350-011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686706722974477010" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-276456613523522525?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-52366778625519443202011-12-15T14:45:00.030Z2011-12-15T15:50:23.330Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Adoro receber fotos...<br /></span>E então quando não estou à espera e nem conheço as fotos fico <span style="font-size:130%;">feliz</span> , <span style="font-size:130%;">feliz</span> , <span style="font-size:130%;">feliz</span>.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">É o melhor presente...<br /></span></strong>A Ri e a Mizy esta semana levaram-me ao baú:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Ao baú dos meus 35 SUUrrisinhos</span></strong>...um dos dias mais felizes da minha Viiida:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Ao baú de Amares</span></strong>...onde os textos da Mizy foram lidos e onde tivemos uma noite SUUrreal:)<br />É um baú recente <span style="font-size:130%;">feliz</span>:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>S<span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#009900;">U</span>rrisinhos:)</strong></span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWjg4_Jkf5I/TuoIQfNhYzI/AAAAAAAACZE/18hgO6bbbok/s1600/379108_2082364397192_1787554463_1440717_2079796749_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686366558857814834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWjg4_Jkf5I/TuoIQfNhYzI/AAAAAAAACZE/18hgO6bbbok/s400/379108_2082364397192_1787554463_1440717_2079796749_n.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYBKuBDDmHg/TuoIWbn_KYI/AAAAAAAACZQ/iBBy0f4BMVk/s1600/385886_316324295051885_100000229517592_1311752_1853699264_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686366660974291330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYBKuBDDmHg/TuoIWbn_KYI/AAAAAAAACZQ/iBBy0f4BMVk/s400/385886_316324295051885_100000229517592_1311752_1853699264_n.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-5236677862551944320?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-50476612748911602542011-12-15T14:24:00.008Z2011-12-15T15:36:26.792Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Adorava dançar assim:)<br /></span></strong>Sensual</span> até dizer...chega:)<br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E6VvR3hkePI" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-5047661274891160254?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-30083528425846005352011-12-15T11:12:00.010Z2011-12-15T15:37:42.788Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Ninguém merece...<br />Começar a manhã assim é dose...<br />A<span style="color:#ff0000;">I</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">I</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">I</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">I</span><span style="color:#003300;">I</span><span style="color:#663300;">I</span>I<span style="color:#33cc00;">I</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">I</span>!!!<br />Será que as pessoas não sabem ser simples?<br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Fogo...</span></strong></span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_DSu_j57cU/Tunfo53WHTI/AAAAAAAACY4/YvQHyGS3B1o/s1600/anb013.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 395px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686321898352680242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_DSu_j57cU/Tunfo53WHTI/AAAAAAAACY4/YvQHyGS3B1o/s400/anb013.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3008352842584600535?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-17169250552564051802011-12-14T15:12:00.027Z2011-12-15T10:43:11.390ZQuando me sinto cansada e a contabilizar os dias para entrar nas férias , preciso de respirar e dizer para mim coisas que gosto...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Eu digo...<br />E tu dizes-me ???<br /></span></strong>-<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Gosto</span></strong> do meu culto sofá...<span style="font-size:85%;">estou com saudades de estar deitada a ver um filme e entrar no estado off :)<br /></span>-<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Gosto </span></strong>de almoços e jantares com Amigos...e<span style="font-size:85%;"> ter aquelas conversas agradáveis acompanhadas com um copo de vinho que me faz falar , falar...<br /></span>-<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Gosto</span></strong> de massagens de relaxamento...<span style="font-size:85%;">nas férias do Natal já tenho uma marcada:)</span><br />-<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Gosto</span></strong> de ir ao cinema...<span style="font-size:85%;">ver aqueles filmes suaves que nos fazem sorrir:)<br /></span>-<span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Gosto</span> </strong></span>de tirar fotografias...<span style="font-size:85%;">tirar a tudo o que mexe (tenho uma costela japonesa) !<br /></span>-<span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Gosto</strong></span> dos banhos de emersão com agua muito quentinha e muita espuma...<span style="font-size:85%;">adoro</span>:)<br />-<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Gosto</span></strong> de estar na esplanada a sentir o sol de Inverno...<span style="font-size:85%;">com o mar como janela de fundo</span>:)<br />-<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">Gosto</span> </span></strong>de fazer lanchinhos lá em casa...<span style="font-size:85%;">a minha casa tem vida própria e diz gosto de receber</span>:)<br />-<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330033;">Gosto</span> </span></strong>de acordar tarde ...<span style="font-size:85%;">e tomar pequeno almoço num sitio bonito</span>:)<br />-<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Gosto</span></strong> de ouvir...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">E tu dizes-me???</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1716925055256405180?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-46596336009739272902011-12-14T12:13:00.005Z2011-12-14T12:56:12.100ZEscolho a palavra : <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;">olheiras</span></strong>!!!<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miss</span> Olheiras:(<br /></span>Olho-me ao espelho e só vejo olheiras , olheiras ,olheiras...<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Estou a precisar de férias urgentemente...)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4659633600973927290?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-61547221275688953972011-12-13T15:01:00.041Z2011-12-15T10:41:13.780Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Existem pessoas que são de uma vivacidade incrível.</span>..<br />Meti conversa com o<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"> Sr.Amílcar , o arrumador da Basílica da <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Es</span></span><span style="color:#330099;">trela</span></strong> aos fins-semana e feriados.<br />Disse-lhe que ia escrever sobre ele...<br />Vive na rua há 22 anos,tem uma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">genica</span></span> e um sentido humor formidável.<br />Um contador de histórias...<br />No fim disse: «Menina é preciso ter muita força , as vezes desanimo.Precisava de mais sorte , mas gosto muito de viver.Ai se gosto , só queria era uma namorada»<br />Ri-me tanto...<br />E continua : <span style="font-size:130%;">«<span style="color:#330099;"><strong>Ai a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Menina</span> está a rir-se.Sabia que o Amor é preciso?»<br /></strong></span></span>Pois é Sr.Amílcar... Se é !<br />Entre mais uma corrida e mais uma moeda , ainda grita :<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">« Oh Menina não seja como eu ,escolha ser feliz:»<br /></span>Sem palavras !!!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTPrxxYISxI/TudpBgIFgmI/AAAAAAAACYU/doNpb5yRLSo/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2B031.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685628529103176290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTPrxxYISxI/TudpBgIFgmI/AAAAAAAACYU/doNpb5yRLSo/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2B031.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6154722127568895397?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-386314874873237022011-12-12T21:51:00.015Z2011-12-13T09:18:47.827Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Qual é a tua escolha???<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;">(Andei no restaurante apanhar os pacotinhos de açúcar...encontrei estes todos!!!) </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4cPyk5EFoU/TuZ44XHwJwI/AAAAAAAACWo/ua2ftGFkEAs/s1600/pacotinhos.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364489276368642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4cPyk5EFoU/TuZ44XHwJwI/AAAAAAAACWo/ua2ftGFkEAs/s400/pacotinhos.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-38631487487323702?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-5236628080959883272011-12-12T09:08:00.000Z2011-12-12T09:09:26.010Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Quero minha caminha!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-523662808095988327?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-46009519696175461422011-12-09T14:32:00.001Z2011-12-09T14:36:15.611Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">O<span style="color:#33cc00;">h</span>h<span style="color:#663333;">h</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">h</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">h</span><span style="color:#009900;">h</span> conta:)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4600951969617546142?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-54872238132891906212011-12-09T10:33:00.018Z2011-12-09T15:19:08.134Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Apetecia-me tanto ter feito fim-semana prolongado.<br /></span>Punha o gorro , o cachecol e ia para rua ouvir as músicas de Natal , ver pessoas bonitas e cantarolar pela rua:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Apetecia-me tanto:)<br /></span></strong><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3a-fSUwfLBM" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-5487223813289190621?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-63641846196834239232011-12-09T10:32:00.003Z2011-12-09T10:32:41.323Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLHCMAXVYis/TuHjtn_vxaI/AAAAAAAACWc/FDYq2g0fsV4/s1600/100957_29574_a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLHCMAXVYis/TuHjtn_vxaI/AAAAAAAACWc/FDYq2g0fsV4/s400/100957_29574_a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684074577688249762" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6364184619683423923?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-66792352444726691222011-12-08T19:37:00.020Z2011-12-08T23:38:55.329Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Vamos falar de Amor.<br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hoje os meus Papis se estivessem cá fariam 44 anos de casados...<br /></span></strong></span>Lembro-me da <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>cumplicidade</strong></span> que os unia...<br />Lembro-me que <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>nunca desistiram</strong></span> um do outro...<br />Lembro-me que davam <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"><strong>gargalhadas</strong></span>...<br />Lembro-me que se<strong><span style="color:#009900;"> </span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">irritavam</span></strong> </span>um com o outro...<br />Não tiverem uma história fácil...<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Mas provaram que o Amor existe...<br /></span>Às minhas estrelas que me enchem o <span style="font-size:130%;">coração</span> e de quem sinto uma <span style="font-size:130%;">saudade</span> imensa só posso dizer...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Amo-vos e obrigada por me fazerem acreditar que o Amor existe:)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">Serei sempre o vosso br<span style="color:#009900;">i</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">i</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">i</span>nquinho da cantareira:)<br /></span><br /></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgZiQTp3Kv0/TuEWaY1flqI/AAAAAAAACWQ/yATSOUZwFEI/s1600/Colagens.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683848847317505698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgZiQTp3Kv0/TuEWaY1flqI/AAAAAAAACWQ/yATSOUZwFEI/s400/Colagens.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6679235244472669122?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-80255942396659012682011-12-08T17:17:00.004Z2011-12-08T18:04:20.665Z<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aUAyW82Diic" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8025594239665901268?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-36377586464004421712011-12-08T14:48:00.002Z2011-12-08T14:48:39.396Z<iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eDqdKKnUl2k" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3637758646400442171?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-49515593068446800122011-12-07T15:08:00.024Z2011-12-08T00:55:35.596ZA minha primeira experiência <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">TT</span></span></span> foi com <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">esfoliação</span></span></span>:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">A minha segunda experiência <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">TT</span></span></span> foi com lama:)<br /></span></strong>Dois em um : SPA com <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">TT</span></span></span> :):)<br />Diverti-me mesmo , tenho fotos <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">espectaculares</span></span></span>...<span style="font-size:130%;">mas houve um momento que temi...</span><br />Estávamos num «mar de lama» <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">semi</span>-</span></span>atolados (pensei eu)...<br />Então disseram-me : «Agora tens que me ajudar , tens que sair , buscar o guincho ...»<br />Acho que nem ouvi o resto , e só imaginei a nadar mariposa na lama:):):)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Aos bons momentos , ao entusiasmo , à adrenalina , ao <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">espírito</span> de companheirismo , à boa onda do ambiente <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">TT</span>:)<br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">E claro o meu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Obr<span style="color:#ff6666;">i</span><span style="color:#009900;">i</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">i</span>gada</span> mais <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">S<span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span>rridente</span> aos meus Amigos D ,C ,<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">AT</span>:)</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#330000;"></span></strong></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMVbPeKjsog/Tt-B2yFQq-I/AAAAAAAACV4/4YxPmNWueHw/s1600/LAMA.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683404032921611234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMVbPeKjsog/Tt-B2yFQq-I/AAAAAAAACV4/4YxPmNWueHw/s400/LAMA.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4951559306844680012?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-63028182772847374132011-12-07T10:47:00.011Z2011-12-07T11:01:46.033ZCada vez mais gosto de<span style="font-size:130%;"> partilhar</span>...<br />É na <span style="font-size:130%;">partilha</span> que se descobre <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>empatias</strong></span> , <span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>sorrisos</strong></span> , <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">alegrias</span></strong> , <span style="color:#330099;"><strong>desabafos</strong></span>...<br />A <span style="font-size:130%;">partilha </span><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>solidifica</strong></span>...<br />A <span style="font-size:130%;">partilha</span> <strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">reforça laços</span></strong>...<br />Será que <span style="font-size:130%;">partilhar </span>é expor?<br />Talvez:)<br />Quero continuar a ser fã da palavra<span style="font-size:130%;"> partilhar</span>:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Partilho S<span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">U</span><span style="color:#009900;">U</span>rrisinhos:):)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6302818277284737413?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-42602547860157660672011-12-06T00:47:00.010Z2011-12-06T11:00:28.702ZA Mizy falou-me deste texto com entusiasmo e brilho...<br />Fiquei curiosa...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Li , reli e S<span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span><span style="color:#006600;">U</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">U</span>rri!!!<br /></span></strong>Simples...</span><br /><br /><strong>"Por todas as razões e mais uma. Esta é a resposta que costumo dar-te quando me perguntas por que razão te amo. Porque nunca existe apenas uma razão para amar alguém. Porque não pode haver nem há só uma razão para te amar. Amo-te porque me fascinas e porque me libertas e porque fazes sentir-me bem. E porque me surpreende...s e porque me sufocas e porque enches a minha alma de mar e o meu espírito de sol e o meu corpo de fadiga. E porque me confundes e porque me enfureces e porque me iluminas e porque me deslumbras. Amo-te porque quero amar-te e porque tenho necessidade de te amar e porque amar-te é uma aventura. Amo-te porque sim mas também porque não e, quem sabe, porque talvez. E por todas as razões que sei e pelas que não sei e por aquelas que nunca virei a conhecer. E porque te conheço e porque me conheço. E porque te adivinho. Estas são todas as razões. Mas há mais uma: porque não pode existir outra como tu." <span style="font-size:130%;">Joaquim Pessoa</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4260254786015766067?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-16562351922123869622011-12-05T23:35:00.020Z2011-12-06T00:47:08.619ZChego a casa carregada , cansada ,mal-humorada porque estive no transito horas , abro a caixa de correio e vejo cartas...<br />Porra para as contas...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Enganei-me...<br /></span>E ainda por cima <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">mimo duplo</span></strong>...<br />-já recebi o convite do Baptizado da minha sobrinha Inês...Tem uns <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">olhos</span></strong> e um <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>sorriso</strong></span> que me <span style="font-size:180%;">enche a alma</span>:)<br /><br />-já recebi a prenda da minha <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Turista Acidental</span></strong>...Venha a <span style="font-size:180%;">massagem</span> (que <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">só</span> por acaso...<strong>adoro</strong>,<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">eheheh</span>)!!<br />E ainda bem que fui a nº500/501:)<br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">S<span style="color:#33cc00;">U</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">U</span>rrisinhos</span>:)<br /><br /></span></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIoCJqlJ4mo/Tt1XXy92dxI/AAAAAAAACU4/AvnrcOKKbyo/s1600/c.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682794371141236498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIoCJqlJ4mo/Tt1XXy92dxI/AAAAAAAACU4/AvnrcOKKbyo/s400/c.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNIW_4iczYQ/Tt1Ym-tgi-I/AAAAAAAACVE/U6C_IdeiIPg/s1600/massagem.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682795731503582178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNIW_4iczYQ/Tt1Ym-tgi-I/AAAAAAAACVE/U6C_IdeiIPg/s400/massagem.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1656235192212386962?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-25168572768522257532011-12-05T14:39:00.006Z2011-12-05T16:07:26.627Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Faltam vinte dias:)<br />O que te apetecia mesmo<span style="font-size:180%;"> receber</span> este<strong> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Natal</span></strong>???</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BbOHwqp-ynw/TtzYGuR1ZJI/AAAAAAAACUs/qTAEYWu6rfY/s1600/103924137.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682654439848371346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BbOHwqp-ynw/TtzYGuR1ZJI/AAAAAAAACUs/qTAEYWu6rfY/s400/103924137.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-2516857276852225753?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-6996354356706065872011-12-04T22:39:00.008Z2011-12-04T22:50:26.245Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPgxazkDr74/Ttv2ziWeHKI/AAAAAAAACT8/xhATXdUjnuY/s1600/jj.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682406720112827554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPgxazkDr74/Ttv2ziWeHKI/AAAAAAAACT8/xhATXdUjnuY/s400/jj.bmp" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-699635435670606587?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-92068645632558889552011-12-02T11:27:00.007Z2011-12-02T11:49:24.387Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Está sol!!!<br /></span>Estamos perto do <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Baptizado da Inês</strong></span>:)<br />Estamos perto do <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Natal</span></strong>:)<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Gosto dos meus</span> <strong><span style="color:#009900;">Amigos</span></strong>:)<br />Hoje apetece-me dar sorrisos...<br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">S<span style="color:#33ff33;">U</span><span style="color:#000099;">U</span><span style="color:#663300;">U</span>rrisinhos com bol<span style="color:#33ccff;">i</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">i</span><span style="color:#660000;">i</span>nhos:)<br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aX3FXJ8QcE/Tti29jjZwaI/AAAAAAAACTk/GM0DxmpCf-E/s1600/91805851.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681492098559885730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aX3FXJ8QcE/Tti29jjZwaI/AAAAAAAACTk/GM0DxmpCf-E/s400/91805851.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-9206864563255888955?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-82133154074663748582011-12-01T23:54:00.010Z2011-12-02T10:29:32.091Z<iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sUgR3XepC3M" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mQvE0nsqdg/TtioVAxf3MI/AAAAAAAACTY/Qn3uUTvehvs/s1600/SO001402.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mQvE0nsqdg/TtioVAxf3MI/AAAAAAAACTY/Qn3uUTvehvs/s400/SO001402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681476008866208962" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8213315407466374858?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-34585045285578543192011-11-30T14:56:00.012Z2011-11-30T15:12:56.228Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>Numa festa de aniversário canina...<br /></strong></span>O <span style="font-size:130%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boom</span></span> fez um aninho:):):):)<br />Foi uma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">party</span> e tanto:)<br />Ri-me tanto:)<br />Todos a cantar os parabéns ao <span style="font-size:130%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boom</span></span> , foi <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">top</span>:)<br />A <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mamy</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">Mia <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boom</span></span> e o <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Papy</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">Zé <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boom</span></span> não brincam em serviço , os biscoitos eram em osso , o bolo de aniversário era um osso.<br />Tudo fenomenal:):):)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">É insólito , mas giro e o importa é festejar a vida...<br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A<span style="color:#6600cc;">u</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">u</span><span style="color:#006600;">u</span><span style="color:#330000;">u</span><span style="color:#993300;">u</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">u</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">u</span><span style="color:#330033;">u</span>:)<br /></span><br /></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YudtEk4fQ1Y/TtZG9LSoMYI/AAAAAAAACTA/sBZbF4zg38I/s1600/boom.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680805996791345538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YudtEk4fQ1Y/TtZG9LSoMYI/AAAAAAAACTA/sBZbF4zg38I/s400/boom.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3458504528557854319?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-19957550690020458272011-11-30T01:12:00.027Z2011-11-30T13:07:02.574ZOntem estavas com a pilha <span style="font-size:130%;">dura<strong><span style="color:#009900;">S</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">U</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">U</span><span style="color:#993300;">U</span> </strong>natalícia</span>:)<br />O pinheirinho é a <span style="font-size:130%;">árvore dos Amigos</span> , os <span style="font-size:130%;">Anjo</span>s estão espalhados pela casa e fazem companhia ao B<span style="font-size:130%;">oneco de neve</span> , ao <span style="font-size:130%;">Pai Natal</span> e ao <span style="font-size:130%;">Presépio</span>:)<br />Lê a cantar, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pleaseeeee</span>:)<br />Já cheira a <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Natal</span></strong> </span>:)<br /><br />Pinheirinho, pinheirinho<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Com fotos dos <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Amiguinhos</span><br /></span></strong>P'<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ra</span> enfeitar, p'<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ra</span> enfeitar<br />Bolas, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">bonequinhos</span>.<br /><br />Uma bola aqui<br />Outra acolá<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Luzinhas</span> que tremem<br />Que lindo que está.<br /><br />Olha o <span style="font-size:130%;">Pai Natal<br /></span>De barbas <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">branquinhas</span><br />Traz o saco cheio<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Com muitos <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">miminhos</span>.<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">É Natal!</span></strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">É Natal!<br /></span></strong>Salvação e <span style="font-size:130%;">Luz</span>!<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Alegria</span>, cristãos,<br />Já nasceu Jesus.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93onnti5P2E/TtYcoycCBkI/AAAAAAAACSc/sBV7vw7Z7yI/s1600/pinheiro.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680759467034150466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93onnti5P2E/TtYcoycCBkI/AAAAAAAACSc/sBV7vw7Z7yI/s400/pinheiro.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umZBthTXIt4/TtYdB8Ta-WI/AAAAAAAACSo/v2L0eUL37yU/s1600/decor%2Bnatal.jpg"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umZBthTXIt4/TtYdB8Ta-WI/AAAAAAAACSo/v2L0eUL37yU/s1600/decor%2Bnatal.jpg"></a><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680761372160903122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7EvnAN4RX9c/TtYeXrlpR9I/AAAAAAAACS0/-dWO291EF5U/s400/decor%2Bnatal.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-1995755069002045827?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-75631280406933967922011-11-29T16:19:00.026Z2011-11-29T16:34:35.959ZJá conheci a <span style="font-size:130%;">Isaurinha</span>...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">É docinha,pequenina,quentinha e sossegadinha:)</span><br /></strong>É impossível não se ficar apaixonada...<br /></span>E discreta , pôs a mãozinha à frente da cara , para não ter resmas de fãs...<br />Ela não quer que o Papá compre já uma caçadeira:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">As 3 «inhas» para mais tarde recordar:)</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Am<span style="color:#ff0000;">i</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">i</span><span style="color:#000099;">i</span><span style="color:#663333;">i</span>zade :)<br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xw5B9ZxAkW8/TtUGW8RFvnI/AAAAAAAACR4/Duartj0jDUs/s1600/P1040225.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680453496202444402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xw5B9ZxAkW8/TtUGW8RFvnI/AAAAAAAACR4/Duartj0jDUs/s400/P1040225.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-7563128040693396792?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-9018735805071227172011-11-29T08:54:00.006Z2011-11-29T10:47:43.674ZJá tomei um <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>bom</strong> pequeno almoço</span>...<br />Já lavei a <span style="font-size:130%;">cara com agua bem fria</span>...<br />Já estou pronta para vos dar o meu...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">B<span style="color:#ff0000;">O</span><span style="color:#006600;">O</span><span style="color:#663366;">O</span>M <span style="color:#663333;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">DI</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">A</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">A</span><span style="color:#990000;">A</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">A</span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">A</span>A</span>:)</span></strong><br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P9_mED99cdk" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-901873580507122717?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-4696541962811853312011-11-28T11:31:00.009Z2011-11-28T11:49:31.579ZAndo mesmo...<br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tenho que mudar isto.</span></strong><br /></span>Ando sempre cheia de sono:(<br />Ando com preguiça de fazer as minhas caminhadas na praia:(<br />Ando sem energia e só me apetece culto do sofá:(<br />Estou aborrecida e sei lá.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Será</span> que é por ser Outono?<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Será</span> que ?<br />Vou deixar os será e hoje <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">prometo</span></strong> que vou começar uma etapa mais activa.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Tenho dito.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-469654196281185331?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-30788575799274694882011-11-26T19:23:00.007Z2011-11-28T09:07:19.508ZJá estou com o <span style="font-size:130%;">xaile</span>...<br />Só me falta a <span style="font-size:130%;">voz</span>...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Ai se eu tivesse uma boa voz , cantava já um faducho:)</span><br /><br /></strong><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kl6Wc1hZqWw" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3078857579927469488?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-34635927320457354292011-11-26T14:57:00.008Z2011-11-26T15:45:06.186ZUhuhuhuhuhuh:)<br />Fiz lasanha de atum e alho francês <span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>comestível</strong></span>:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Up<span style="color:#33cc00;">i</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">i</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">i</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span><span style="color:#993300;">i</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">i</span>;)<br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLnhHOZ-XYs/TtEAlF9fzII/AAAAAAAACRU/eXQJoVC_6U4/s1600/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679321242346179714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLnhHOZ-XYs/TtEAlF9fzII/AAAAAAAACRU/eXQJoVC_6U4/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39jHM1cRRmE/TtEHaMV0pYI/AAAAAAAACRs/fbES06FJ7ZE/s1600/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679328751661655426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39jHM1cRRmE/TtEHaMV0pYI/AAAAAAAACRs/fbES06FJ7ZE/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3463592732045735429?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-58981412594317143492011-11-25T15:57:00.009Z2011-11-25T16:54:56.337Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Desabafo...<br /></span></strong>Hoje a hora almoço estive com um Amigo que já não via há imenso tempo...<br />- « Suuusaninha pareces mesmo um caniche.»<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Apeteceu-me dar-lhe uma mordidela!!!</span><br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtLw66LCawY/Ts_GUdHWooI/AAAAAAAACRI/sSfNoIr5Zxs/s1600/120523068.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678975709852639874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtLw66LCawY/Ts_GUdHWooI/AAAAAAAACRI/sSfNoIr5Zxs/s400/120523068.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-5898141259431714349?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-81327426374635511722011-11-25T11:59:00.026Z2011-11-25T14:35:30.307Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Amo o Natal...<br /></strong></span>O Duarte , a Leonor e a Inês (os meus sobrinhos) dão o verdadeiro sentido ao <span style="font-size:130%;">Natal</span>.<br />Este ano ainda não sei se vai ser no Sul ou no Norte...<br />Sei que vai ser <span style="font-size:130%;">Natal</span>:)<br />Hoje é dia de escrever carta ao <span style="font-size:130%;">Pai Natal</span>...<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Querido Pai Natal:</span><br /></span></strong>Como andas?<br />Deves andar tão atarefado , mas queria tanto que lesses a minha carta.<br />Já não te escrevo há muitos anos , mas não penses que estou zangada contigo.É que deves ter tantos pedidos que te deixei uma folga ...<br />Mas este ano <span style="font-size:130%;">Pai Natal</span> queria tanto pedir um presente.<br /><strong>Será que podes???<br /></strong>Portei-me bem o ano inteiro...<br />É aquele <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">presente especial</span></strong>, tu sabes...<br />Este ano é que vai ser:)<br />Gosto muito de ti...<br />E tu precisas de alguma coisa?<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">S<span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">U</span><span style="color:#330099;">U</span>rrisinhos para ti:)</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONhuYLW9klw/Ts-E4M0_pXI/AAAAAAAACQw/AzdMLT_BESI/s1600/96611772.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 382px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678903756188525938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONhuYLW9klw/Ts-E4M0_pXI/AAAAAAAACQw/AzdMLT_BESI/s400/96611772.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8132742637463551172?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-50420250057801091972011-11-24T16:28:00.006Z2011-11-24T16:32:34.472Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Ad<span style="color:#cc0000;">o</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">o</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">o</span>ro</span> ver os meus Amigos Felizes...<br /></strong></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdWB68ez7iU/Ts5wsXn1GFI/AAAAAAAACQk/BVXPms8JJVM/s1600/81439500.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678600087718402130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdWB68ez7iU/Ts5wsXn1GFI/AAAAAAAACQk/BVXPms8JJVM/s400/81439500.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-5042025005780109197?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-75381589255007747932011-11-24T01:16:00.027Z2011-11-24T12:25:42.399Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Aqui vão três extras:<br /></span>-<strong><span style="color:#330033;">Fui pela primeira vez na minha vida comer a uma roulote</span></strong>...E gostei:)<br />Fiquei fã do Nemo e do Kebab.<br /><br />-Vi um sítio parecido com o paraíso...<strong><span style="color:#330033;">Maria Braga Galeria</span></strong>.Imagino-me assim num sítio :)<br /><br />-Arranjei um fã...<strong><span style="color:#330033;">E um fã activo que me atacou com 4 mordidelas ferozes e impuladas</span></strong>...Porra para o mosquito.Devo ter um sangue muito doce !!!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yakwNoh1BHg/Ts2jhxD6t5I/AAAAAAAACQY/Pr1R4LlHjcU/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678374505684842386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yakwNoh1BHg/Ts2jhxD6t5I/AAAAAAAACQY/Pr1R4LlHjcU/s400/027.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uoEb78sjgc/Ts2dxSV9zcI/AAAAAAAACQM/4sE-uX-hDM0/s1600/maria%2Bbraga.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678368175247183298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uoEb78sjgc/Ts2dxSV9zcI/AAAAAAAACQM/4sE-uX-hDM0/s400/maria%2Bbraga.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-7538158925500774793?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-46783065816919453082011-11-23T15:35:00.011Z2011-11-23T16:11:52.203Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">h</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">u</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">h</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">u</span><span style="color:#663300;">h</span><span style="color:#663366;">u</span><span style="color:#009900;">h</span>:)</span></strong><br />Mais uma vez...<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333399;">U</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">h</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">u</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">h</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">u</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">h</span><span style="color:#666666;">u</span><span style="color:#333300;">h</span>:)<br /></span></strong><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E só consigo dizer uma palavra: Espectacular:)<br /></strong></span><br /></span>A primeira vez que fiz TT foi com o meu Papi , manos e primas.Tinha uns seis ou oitos anos e tive um medooooo enorme.Atravessamos um rio , saltei tanto que parecia uma bola de ping pong.<br />O jipe do Papi era um Land Cruiser (daqueles antigos), acho-o lindo e adorava ter um , mas para o conduzir é preciso comer uma cabidela e um leitão.<br />O Diabinho e a Cris convidaram-me para o passeio <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">TT Vilar de Mouros Esfoliação</span></strong>...e cá fui euuuuu:):)<br />E só me apetece dizer <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">U</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">h</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">u</span><span style="color:#006600;">h</span><span style="color:#333399;">u</span><span style="color:#009900;">h</span><span style="color:#990000;">u</span><span style="color:#333300;">h</span></span></strong>:)<br />Adrenalina , lama , natureza , lugares de encher o coração e companhia top :)<br />Vivi a viagem cheia de garra ao lado do Mister Alfatango e com dois M lindos:)<br />O road book foi dominado pelo M. que tem seis anos:):):)<br />Adorei...adorei...adorei...O vídeo está o verdadeiro must:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330000;">U<span style="color:#6600cc;">h</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">u</span><span style="color:#000066;">h</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">u</span><span style="color:#003300;">h</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">u</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">h</span></span>:):)<br /><span style="color:#663333;">S<span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">U</span><span style="color:#003300;">U</span>rrisinhos TT da «Susaninha com cara de Joaninha»<br /></span></span></strong><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZSQlBGYN5s/Ts0G5s-qTrI/AAAAAAAACP0/ZwwhrrZfrIM/s1600/gipes.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678202293580353202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZSQlBGYN5s/Ts0G5s-qTrI/AAAAAAAACP0/ZwwhrrZfrIM/s400/gipes.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALlJla6-dLQ/Ts0HhK_hqvI/AAAAAAAACQA/qUr1BTpycV8/s1600/tt.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678202971651943154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALlJla6-dLQ/Ts0HhK_hqvI/AAAAAAAACQA/qUr1BTpycV8/s400/tt.jpg" /></a><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/apddwIr6S4U" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-4678306581691945308?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-61335247092680490372011-11-22T14:46:00.012Z2011-11-22T16:05:12.721Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSmYjHknCyE/Tsu6NoeW-0I/AAAAAAAACPc/c3b_LjSzz2g/s1600/391819_307603612590620_100000229517592_1286801_1676236178_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 398px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677836498596461378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSmYjHknCyE/Tsu6NoeW-0I/AAAAAAAACPc/c3b_LjSzz2g/s400/391819_307603612590620_100000229517592_1286801_1676236178_n.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6133524709268049037?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-79645368562502155712011-11-18T16:24:00.003Z2011-11-18T16:40:39.582Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;">Pablito</span></strong> carino ablo mui bien espanol:):):)<br />Quando <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;">Carminho</span></strong> estiver sien gargantia , pudies mi covidiari para cantiari contigio:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">(Ler como escrevi...en espanol)<br /><br /></span><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8EFMojiDY2k" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-7964536856250215571?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-64053677971935907272011-11-18T11:51:00.017Z2011-11-18T15:41:22.718ZLi esta frase do Eça no Incomum...<br />É qualquer coisa não é???<br />Além de ser fã de<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#ff0000;">corações</span></span></strong>...<br />São as coisas de <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">coração</span></strong> que me fazem realmente<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"> feliz</span></strong>:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">S<span style="color:#333300;">U</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">U</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">U</span>rrisinhos cheios de corações:)<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zy2t93owiDM/TsZGyWPIiuI/AAAAAAAACPQ/fzHZQB-2tf0/s1600/379504_323928574287799_230510666962924_1535744_1962468156_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 384px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676302211123546850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zy2t93owiDM/TsZGyWPIiuI/AAAAAAAACPQ/fzHZQB-2tf0/s400/379504_323928574287799_230510666962924_1535744_1962468156_n.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6405367797193590727?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-34974477995756555562011-11-17T23:06:00.004Z2011-11-17T23:16:07.653ZOuço...<br />E digo-vos ...estou tão cansada!!!<br />Adoro ouvir <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">música</span></strong> calma quando estou assim...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">De braços abertos para dar abraços e ouvir...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>S<span style="color:#ff6600;">U</span><span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">U</span><span style="color:#330099;">U</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">U</span>spiro com olheiras:)<br /><br /></strong></span><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-A523JOHAOE" frameborder="0" width="560" height="315"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3497447799575655556?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-32288416466787640732011-11-16T11:34:00.020Z2011-11-16T11:50:41.563Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Adorava ir ao Peru...</strong></span><br />Apetecia-me tanto fazer um saco e ir ao país dos meus sonhos...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Eu sei...ME-NOS...Tenho que controlar estes apetites...</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Mas ador<span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">a</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">a</span>va.</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv3XAfxb_Bw/TsOh3r2N26I/AAAAAAAACO4/wNeHLT6z2sM/s1600/95753111.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675557933451959202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv3XAfxb_Bw/TsOh3r2N26I/AAAAAAAACO4/wNeHLT6z2sM/s400/95753111.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7heM5we4184/TsOiLt7EU4I/AAAAAAAACPE/cwBIIrO0iKI/s1600/101682416.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675558277606560642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7heM5we4184/TsOiLt7EU4I/AAAAAAAACPE/cwBIIrO0iKI/s400/101682416.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3228841646678764073?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-24102278275812571832011-11-15T11:05:00.009Z2011-11-15T11:35:37.766Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Já nasce<span style="color:#ff0000;">u</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">u</span><span style="color:#009900;">u</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">u</span><span style="color:#333399;">u</span><span style="color:#333300;">u</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">u</span> com 44 cm e 2.310 kg às 00.50:):)</span><br /></span></strong>Estou<span style="font-size:130%;"> feliz</span> de contente:)<br />Apetece-me <span style="font-size:130%;">pular</span>...<br />Dar<span style="font-size:130%;"> corações</span>...<br />Dar xis e dizer <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Vid<span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span><span style="color:#009900;">a</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">a</span><span style="color:#663333;">a</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">a</span></span></strong>:)<br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NMaL-Hkk3dQ" frameborder="0" width="420"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-2410227827581257183?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-83113827969089119752011-11-15T00:42:00.021Z2011-11-15T14:20:06.899ZÀs segundas janto sempre com a T.<br />Já vos falei da minha T.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A minha T...<br /></strong></span>Somos Amigas desde o tempo da catequeses , já fizemos bodas de prata...<br />Somos <span style="font-size:130%;">companheiras</span>...<br />Somos <span style="font-size:130%;">cúmplices</span>...<br />Somos <span style="font-size:130%;">Amigas</span>...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Simplesmente ad<span style="color:#663366;">o</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">o</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">o</span>ro-a...<br /></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">A T. está grávida e linda...</span></strong><br /></span>E hoje é o dia da nossa janta...<br />A T. estava indisposta , e só lhe apetecia um chá (e ela nunca se queixa dos meus cozinhados...).<br />Estávamos na cozinha na conversa e as <span style="font-size:130%;">águas arrebentaram</span>...<br />A sério naquele momento acho que fiquei uma barata tonta , de um lado para o outro e nem conseguia ligar para o B.<br />A minha T. é que disse : «Tem calma Susaninha...Ainda tenho tempo..»<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Naquele momento fazia o parto , voaria com ela e sei lá...<br /></span>Eu sei lá...<br />Agora estou a espera da mensagem do B.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Será que a Isaurinha já vem aí?<br /></strong></span>Estou um bocadinho nervosa...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">(<strong>Amo</strong> esta foto...)</span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZTGTpjl9Rg/TsG2eTv2X-I/AAAAAAAACOs/4A4uMP44Xes/s1600/Beijo_Isaurinha.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675017637276835810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZTGTpjl9Rg/TsG2eTv2X-I/AAAAAAAACOs/4A4uMP44Xes/s400/Beijo_Isaurinha.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8311382796908911975?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-82061801520225139372011-11-14T14:48:00.015Z2011-11-14T15:27:42.599ZO Alfred Musset já sabia umas coisas...<br />É do século XIX ,mas tinha cá uma visão...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Vamos falar de beijos???<br /></span>Afirmo-me uma <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">be<span style="color:#006600;">i</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">i</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">i</span><span style="color:#006600;">i</span>joqueira</span></strong> compulsiva...É este o meu segredo, da casa dos segredos:):):)<br />Por acaso vinha cá dar um <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">be<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span><span style="color:#330099;">i</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">i</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">i</span>jinho</span></strong> à minha blogosfera, que hoje deixou-me particularmente <span style="font-size:130%;">feliz...<br /></span>Obrigada:)<br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Be<span style="color:#00cccc;">i</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#330033;">i</span>i</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">i</span>jinhos da beijoqueira Brinquinho da Cantareira:)</span></strong><br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_liE856Wbgc/TsEqf4pNfoI/AAAAAAAACOg/W7uzRa2tyPs/s1600/310878_321270361220287_230510666962924_1527724_1966696121_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 348px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674863732733083266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_liE856Wbgc/TsEqf4pNfoI/AAAAAAAACOg/W7uzRa2tyPs/s400/310878_321270361220287_230510666962924_1527724_1966696121_n.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8206180152022513937?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-69118301848639798622011-11-13T21:58:00.007Z2011-11-13T22:09:51.078Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"</strong>Deixa que o teu <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Sorriso</strong></span> Mude o Mundo Mas Não Deixes Que o Mundo Mude o Teu <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Sorriso</strong></span>" :)<br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4teGaurBPg/TsA9qeKITNI/AAAAAAAACOU/f7biBaIlCR0/s1600/126508940.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674603330346175698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4teGaurBPg/TsA9qeKITNI/AAAAAAAACOU/f7biBaIlCR0/s400/126508940.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-6911830184863979862?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-83468707520830033362011-11-13T17:01:00.010Z2011-11-13T17:20:34.873Z-Uma <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>preguicite</strong></span> aguda terrível...<br />-O sofá e a manta polar <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">laranja</span></strong>...<br />-O chocolate do frigorífico que chamou por mim tantas vezes...Ele disse-me:<br />-«Suuuuuuuuuuu anda aqui , come-me e ficas mais doce...»<br />Com tanta insistência , lá se foi o <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">chocolatinho</span></strong>:)<br />-Com <strong><span style="color:#666600;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">chá</span> </span></strong>de ananás...<br />-A ver um <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">filme</span></strong> na diagonal:)<br />-A ler uma revista com previsões dos <strong><span style="color:#009900;">s<span style="font-size:130%;">ignos</span></span></strong> para 2012...E aqui diz que os caranguejos vão ter um ano marcado pelo idealismo romântico....Upiiii.Isto agrada-me)<br />-A <strong><span style="color:#990000;">pensar</span></strong> na vida<br />-A oferecer <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">música</span></strong>...Aqui vai:)<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XMa7JjPkMGw" frameborder="0" width="420" height="315"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-8346870752083003336?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-74693091114606525092011-11-11T15:15:00.006Z2011-11-11T15:19:44.884Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Faz-me feliz...</span><br />E sabe tão bem...<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">S<span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span><span style="color:#330099;">U</span><span style="color:#009900;">U</span>rrisinhos mimalh<span style="color:#993300;">i</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">i</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">i</span>nhos:)</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRrdmLXaH9A/Tr08GcT_RSI/AAAAAAAACOI/Xs_8eF_efIs/s1600/116782095.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673757186933605666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRrdmLXaH9A/Tr08GcT_RSI/AAAAAAAACOI/Xs_8eF_efIs/s400/116782095.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-7469309111460652509?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-4927612616661088302011-11-11T10:12:00.003Z2011-11-11T12:31:45.937ZE ando com vontade de comer <span style="font-size:130%;">bolo de maçã</span>:)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">Bom dia no dia 11/11/11 :)</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jyR_1y6MFc0/Trz1IB3bKnI/AAAAAAAACN8/sRp0kVi7Dh4/s1600/c3f64ef0-429f-45ad-9468-a85803d9f23f.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673679148868643442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jyR_1y6MFc0/Trz1IB3bKnI/AAAAAAAACN8/sRp0kVi7Dh4/s400/c3f64ef0-429f-45ad-9468-a85803d9f23f.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-492761261666108830?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-33648831520572903182011-11-10T16:37:00.010Z2011-11-11T10:38:36.389ZPorque será que as pessoas só crtiticam???<br />Quando falam..porquê que não elogiam e só pimba ???<br />É mais fácil dizer mal do que bem???<br />E porque será que inventam???<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">Já temos todos idade para ter juizo...</span><br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFbNbk-Vjac/TrwDPeUGcII/AAAAAAAACMc/DC3xw7HFwpQ/s1600/98140655.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 376px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673413194950275202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFbNbk-Vjac/TrwDPeUGcII/AAAAAAAACMc/DC3xw7HFwpQ/s400/98140655.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3364883152057290318?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450457810535701766.post-37067563031165708202011-11-09T21:03:00.014Z2011-11-11T10:17:55.794Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">E se hoje ouvisses o que eu ouço ???</span></strong><br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LrNz37uc7kc" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450457810535701766-3706756303116570820?l=brinquinhodacantareira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16175236597889130020noreply@blogger.com2