Parent Teache Conference Forms

CONFUSED WITH ALL MY # TWITTERPANAS


First of all, start by thanking my lines this year, which ends for introducing me the opportunity to meet so many diverse but have something in common with me, this need to express themselves without limits. In this, the penultimate day of the year, I take a few minutes to a few lines to address to thank all my followers those joys, laughter, fresh news and alternative communication they offered me. To my people 100% UPEL @ luischiva, @ joselrojas, @ yeliupelmaracay, @ juanchachi, @ jesusleonar, @ @ kairariak maruplacencia and others, I hope that in 2010 we continue to fight for the university that we want, not to mention the friendship bond that I hope be maintained for much longer.

A special mention to my friends chevere of Twitter, which despite my TimeLine integrated recently, # yoconfieso that have made it more entertaining than I expected: D. My best wishes for @ MMBT, @ paosv, and @ @ EtaGarcia AriC5. These concepts will bring them. TimeLine's hope that our sigan cruzándose el próximo año. Consejos: a @mmbt: en 2010 no te vayas a la playa en Diciembre, a @paosv: deja de meterte con Britney y sus circunstancias de vida, mira que a mi me gusta ella jaja, a @EtaGarcia: deja de andar pendiente de los sitios feos de Maracay mira que tu eres una niña muy linda (pila con la junta con @ierniie que para sus 15 años sabe mucho de esos sitios :-0) y a @AriC5: cuídate del patas blancas este año, en serio je ¡ Besos a todas. Se les aprecia.

Al pana @indiferencia no puedo mas que desearle que para este próximo año la Nokia tenga la mayor caida de acciones en Wall Street y que caiga en bancarrota a ver que va a hacer con su #usonokia jaja. Mentira hermano, I really hope that next year will be of benefit to you and your Unfollow less and less: D. Successes. Professor @ Hectortorres57 hope that next year will continue to have things both funny and instructive to read in my Timeline. People like @ @ UCEVISTA maru_menechey, @ Dayanaiwasaki, @ IsabellaPacheco, @ @ orlimaraguilera jmcamero and hope that their struggle in 2010 is as intense as it has been so far. Continue to use this window to proclaim freedom we all deserve. My Best wishes. Special mention to the corduroy @ YelenaGon who is not only a tireless fighter UCEVISTA and libertarian causes in general, but also entertains a lot of my TimeLine. A kiss for you buddy and make 2010 even better what was this year ends. Someone who recently came to my TimeLine but surely it has improved 100%, with his deep and inspiring tweets, the beautiful @ CNenita. Pana, the truth I have come to appreciate you a lot in this short time. I hope you continue making me think hard with your Tweets murderers. Lol! A big kiss and best wishes to heart for the next year.

Finally my best wishes to my friend and friend @ JorgeDiazV, I hope that 2010 is three times what was good about this (and that's saying a lot, you know that if: D) and that we can implement the plans associative left pending. I love you brother crude. A corduroy @ Rebeca__Mariana, which next year will be professional success your teacher, and you open new doors for your future, you want a lot: D. Finally, at the MPB @ Jhannelly. This year I had the good fortune to know a lot more, so I hope no less than 2010. My best wishes to you, heart, I hope that next year an even more MPB us and bring you many good things stored. I love you, you know that if.

twitterers To all the friends I do not mention but which also are in my TimeLine, they are much appreciated. I wish that next year brings many good things Followers and pure. Happy New Year and my sincere love to everyone.

Your # twitterpana: @ alialej

PS: Thanks to @ VaVil chevere pana to clarify the errorcito with @ ierniie! je! My good wishes to you too: D

Lens Hood Differences

hates and pities the criminal offense Niki-Niki

I admit, I have something like horror vacui, I give you an empty space and filled it with the most disparate things in a flash. But I do not leave an inch gap, go. I can take a while to boot, yes, but when I start I can not stop. You can imagine that with such tara Christmas is a total risk, because I do not settle for putting a strip of lights on the tree. No. I whether to kill, pithing. "Enlightenment? As for decorating a brothel. Before he put them not, of any kind, but some years ago, when Seville was in exile, I felt a strange frenzy that drove me to buy the most extravagant light decorations in the whole world, and with the invaluable help of Lidl and IKEA, I got a huge strip lights of all colors and unimaginable ways (I think there until geese flying) possible. The afternoon that JB got home after spending a few hours running errands and found such a display of colorful lights were about to teach a yellow card. Was contained, because the girls were delighted. Well, that and because I told him how serious it was able to scold me for a few lights when he had assembled a hundreds and Birth hundreds of plastic figurines. Sure, there had to be silenced, because it is true that when Kenya was born he spent to buy plastic figurines, and houses, and plastic palm trees, and animals, and mountains and dining room occupy half recreating what Siberia called "the countryside Palestinian "with a likelihood ratio of zero player. I though I let those figures seem horrible and amount on my own two more births: a naive style of cartoons (which the cat has a special grudge and strives to eat all the characters who fall into their Garritan, especially San Jose, contained dangerous as they come), and artisanal and precious of everything that everyone has forbidden to touch it as a broken mess that pa Pajarraca why.

The other day, after JB had finished scattering the Romans almost two centuries of living in the birth, I realized that Bethlehem had become a branch of a nursing home: the average age of all dolls was over forty years. He gave me a bad feeling awful, so I spent a couple of days wondering how to solve such a problem population. The solution was introduced only two days later, one afternoon when I used to walk the corridors of hyper with a friend and I found a shelf full of Holy Family plastic, the same collection as the birth of JB, each with a baby Jesus looking provocative. If they had been properly sealed I would not have happened but I realized that half were open and several figures fugitive had fallen to the ground in his attempt to escape the plastic that wrapped. And I was the hand, of course. Three seconds after the left hand was full of plastic niñosjesuses. "Run, Jose, let's go." "Yes, yes, we're already lame nougat few already." "Okay, but hurry." The Jose must have noticed something. "But what happens, Gin?" I simply open the hand and show content. "But Auntie, have you ever stolen a handful of niñosjesuses? You're crazy, as we will see how ridiculous catch. " Yes, yes, ridiculous and what you want, but there was a rush you're dying to fill the basket of nougat. In the box gave us giggle but neither caught me or anything, and that we had a pint of the most suspicious. When I got home was scarred hand because I had nailed niñosjesuses little feet in hand with cruelty, and delivered the stash of toys for girls, who rushed to customize the diaper painting it with colorful markers permanent. What can I say, now Bethlehem glorifies him, full of little kids everywhere, with the joy given by children, especially when they are dumb as those of plastic.
Have fun, lucky you do not have to travel these days in zodiac, as we are going to the inhabitants of this coast, we're just about to mutate. I have already said that made me ask webbed mutate, Kenya has been asked mermaid tail but I do not see anything practical, really. I see them next year.

Finger Nails Stunting Finger Growth

draw

I wish Merry Christmas to all. May Santa bring you a lot of stuff. Besos.

What Does Catheterization Feel Like

I once had a boyfriend violinist. Rodrigo actually not a violinist but violin student, but he liked to say that was a musician and let go those who asked him what he did. "I'm a violinist," he said, and remained perfectly calm. It was awful. Unfortunately he will, much, and I say unfortunately because he dedicated all his spare time to study and test, as it was sciatica worse than the result was hours and hours of squeaking more like a cat that was subjected to a slow and painful peeling that anything remotely like the music. The first time I met the neighbor on the landing I looked closely and changed its color when she saw carrying a large bag slung over his shoulder. "You too have you been making music? Do you play something? " asked anxiety lurks through the letters of the phrase. "No, ma'am, I am a dancer, just play chopsticks. But do not worry I do not think shoes or make any noise, I come and rehearsed. "The woman sighed with relief, he muttered something like" Thank God "and took refuge in his house after offering a complimentary coffee I also rejected all the courtesy I could muster. And I'm capable of much, really. At first I thought he had hit the neighboring dumb but an hour later, fully nerves on end, what I thought was strange was that neighbors had not lynched right in the "violinist." The next day I bought a few boxes of earplugs, the kind that are little balls of wax, and lay down on all mailboxes in the portal with a note reading "Do not know how I feel." Since that day every time I bumped into a neighbor's face smiled with me "poor girl, which unfortunately have to endure something so terrible, so young it is." I was a bit like because I came home and, if he heard the violin Niki-Niki, I planted the ball of wax in the ears, and so fresh. I think everyone in the building wore caps with the exception of Rodrigo and Kimba, the dog. Kimber does not put caps for spite because he was a Pekingese with a horrible character, but a damn because he was deaf. That was deaf I learned a few days, when I came out one afternoon in the park and lost it. I threw it entirely hour called out, I came home hoarse lost, and he did not fucking case. Vale, Rodrigo and I had said no release occurred to me but I could have completed the sentence and have added "... because he is deaf and not going to hear you call." Anyway, that was deaf and did not care a bit more sympathetic and deserved to hold the violin practices Rodrigo, who was unavailable to discouragement and persevered in the studio day after day. The worst thing was that I was not aware of their limited expertise and are excited every time we heard a piece on violin. And we heard often because every Saturday we went to the Teatro Real. One night they played "I Musici". It was magical. The program was made up entirely of works by Boccherini, and interpretation of La Musica Notturna Delle Strade Di Madrid was worthy of Stendhal syndrome. Between that I am unable to mourn watching a movie or reading a book and stuff like that but to listen to music and loosen mucus at all, (what they want, each one suffers Stendhal syndrome as it comes in wins) and the music notturna I have always found a beauty, I left the concert completely transported, quieter than in mass. And Rodrigo took my silence to say that the violin was good but not very vibrant, and certainly he was much better. I had hitherto maintained silence about his virtuosity something funky or rather on their lack of it, but that night I could not help laughing and the operators listened to Radio Moscow. Rodrigo did not ask or say anything, just looked at me, making a change of pace worthy of a Sunday in San Isidro in Sales, I asked if he preferred to dine at an Italian or an Indian.
During these years I thought of Rodrigo on several occasions, especially early clarinet in Kenya, when we sent to practice at the most remote corner of the garden and the neighbors called us asking you to please angry we had pity and rematáramos to that elephant that should be dying slowly in our garden. With Madagascar was worse because toooooodos tested instruments was in the band, from the piccolo to the tube, through the flute, fife, trumpet (oh, how horrible season trumpet) and a euphonium. The tube seemed to like until they rolled it myself (literally) with her sister, and decided it was better as an instrument less aggressive. There was no way, soon discovered that in the hands of Madagascar could all become in lethal weapon. At the end the girl who put an end to his career by the simple expedient of opening the car window one evening when he returned from class and music theory to throw the book at the road, where he was killed by several trucks. Since then, given that Kenya is now principal clarinet and plays divinely, I spent some years without remembering Rodrigo, but by Christmas, took several days remembering him at all times. And last week we decided to make Christmas ornaments. Well, I decided I and sent to Madagascar to the attic to look for boxes with balls, pastors, and all that. And the girl climbed into the attic and it was like when Ali Baba entered first time in the cave of robbers: Madagascar was reunited with toys when they were girls, and books, and my stuff once upon a time there was, and what happened had to happen, who threw a very long time giving little cries of surprise, and ended up down the Christmas decorations and guitars that I had kept. And there is, giving all day to cuerdecita nonstop, with the same determination that Rodrigo but fortunately much more sense and musical ear. I am about to plead temporary insanity to excuse criminal acts that I'm making these days, like stealing niñosjesuses of Carrefour (and will not tell). Same school, right?

Moving An Irish Pension To Australia

One love blue like an orange bus

To Dora's life began and ended on Wednesday. The rest of the day just waiting. Wednesday Dora went to market, to buy where the puppeteer. They called him because his son Paco entertaining clients juggling oranges. Paco only acted to Dora, saw the air come and throw oranges, one after another, until seven. He continued until he had to ask for Dora. During the week she ate an orange every day reminding. Paco missed a Wednesday. The puppeteer said he was called up. Dora does not eat oranges again.