Saturday, March 13, 2010

Female Masterbation Instructions

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So yes, it seems that will be spending some time since my last post.

But my life is not wildly exciting at this time (I'm an adventurer of daily life but I have my limits, eh). I'm still in training for a few weeks, I've just finished my internship, short, Laifa.

On the needles, well, well, what is not brilliant. Already since the night I more likely to vasouiller before the comp and playing and leaving all the gear: make room, washing your hands, turns the cat, the lamp industry, get out the gate, canvas, son, mashed potatoes, where I put my pencil. Nothing but write it I get tired.

But I still managed to make a mini pillow for a friend who had the idea extremely ridiculous to reproduce. I did it:
The it in question needs some clarification. It is a model Mahélia , sal mystery of October (which I did in December, but in fact we do not care). I saw the leprechaun finished in the Mouahah Imp. The canvas is the stamen green almond, the same as that used for Asleep, one of my stocks of many moons ago. The finish is beautifully traviolle of my own work, I I am using my new sewing machine (which is beautiful and red) but that the cod does not sew her own right. Since nobody had warned me, sewing is part slightly lollipop. I do not even speak of invisible points to close my stuff because I could become commonplace.

But it was worth it, everything has arrived and it is pleasing to the blonde and her girlfriend gniard nenfant.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Davina Mccall Beach 2010

March 7, 2010: Taillebourg

Taillebourg starting side and head wind ...
first small loop, about 4 km, and always headwind, cold .... brrr!
A few meters from the finish the half marathon last upwind
I HAVE 30 YEARS ..... races today! Taillebourg Taillebourg March 9, 1980-March 7, 2010 .... 45000 km away and 263 bibs that crossed a finish line, what memories attached to these little rectangles! (Click on photo to view full screen)
30 YEARS So ... Today, no need to blow out the candles, the wind northeast iced it loaded ...
For 30 years I ask this basic question, quasi-existential is it my feet running on the road, or is this the road that passes under my feet? Looking the current response as often as possible, and sometimes I pin a bib with other addicted to endorphins to work together, to a finish line where I see the mystery remains whole. Unfathomable. This verification is not attempted in vain because the race has the privilege to compose fabulous and ephemeral moments away on their own to remain only in the eyes and minds that have welcomed them. And 30 years of images and sensations they are stored in hot sparing carefully place for those to come. ... Mountains, forests, shorelines, cities, sun, rain, wind, hills, descents ... endless inventory at a rate of breaths and heartbeats ... happiness accelerated run on the path or the path to see that happening? Something "Stairway to Heaven " ....


So much for the anniversary, always this demanding circuit, unchanged for 30 years, plus today, wind, cold ... Under these conditions the clock was not a very big importance. 1 h 41'28 arrival and the 44th place of 162 starters. Always the same supplies, tap water, white sugar cubes and orange slices, as in 1980. Even the kindness of volunteers supplies, at crossroads, at the finish ... A Taillebourg, time stops every year the first Sunday in March.