Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Fire Rockets Remote Control Helicopter

A snowshoe

December 29, 2009 must have been the lake Arpy, but forecasts have prompted me to change destination, get back on track Lake Devero, a classic, a beautiful classic.
On Monday morning, then pass it to Tampin members to inform them of the new round and I get almost complete adherence: I'm sorry for the "almost", who missed a day with all the trimmings (even literally speaking). The climb to Alpe

is more mangy than expected even though I left before a relay (aka Thursday), we receive communications contradictory, such as "street cleaner, you can bring," corrected shortly afterwards in a "The last few miles are a little 'dirty, but I I've done it without chains." Well, the car is a bit of a guide 'the mirror of the guide: without a handle, mirror with a patched-up shots of Scotch with two fingers stuck in mud everywhere, deviation, beat-up, but that goes everywhere. And who is not driving, it must turn to the chains. Moral of the story, who arrived at Alpe Devero, must wait. If nothing else it's sunny and you are just fine. Then the light is fabulous: You know that light grazing, larch and red from blue-tinted snow, with clouds that act as a filter and balanced by ... in short Landscaping and a godsend from the point of view camera.
One of us has friends in Morgex (very close to the original destination of Arpy) and confirm that it is snowing ... a shiver of pleasure runs through my pants.

A compact group of us stuck in the flat Devero, populated by a lot of people, mostly skiers and fancazzisti Restaurant. Drop them quickly enter into the magical forest that leads to Crampiolo. There is no snow to be sold at the fish market and a further sprinkling tonight created the effect pandoro peaks and forests (in comparison classic Christmas-edible). To skirt along the stream that passes between the mounds of snow accompanied by the sound of its waters: even snowshoes as a sign of respect for the site, silent ... good strength, we like snails, but this is the right step today, which allows you to touch the taste buds, olfactory and visual environment of all that the park has to offer. The houses that anticipate
Crampiolo are a classic example of a photographic stage, perhaps even Naomi Campbell naked on horseback through the snow would get so many shots (I know ... I exaggerate, but only to emphasize the idea ...). Here we are in

Crampiolo, where we consume a brief pause, but not to the mythical bar of malmostosi, from which we are away.
After crossing the jewel of the country, the climb: the only real climb of the entire day. John pulls down before, and I cazzeggiano in the rear, but in good company. The view from the top of the village is worth a visit. Turkey stuffed with octopus and boiled for dancing in our stomachs, we arrive at dighetta and then, with a further pass of the cake, preferably stuffed with mascarpone, we reach the upper reservoir. The lake is in front of us: a huge platter, white, surrounded by steep walls. Thurs proceeds above and here we are, and plenty of ice on its surface.
The impression is enormous: many ants seem to hunt for food and, in fact, has gone from a little 'the canonical hour of the lunch, so we stopped in the middle of the lake, the sun, in a location protected from wind the meager lunch post-Christmas in the austere look of the Punta della Rossa.

For the return you another round and another race (euphemistically speaking). After reaching the second dam, graze Crampiolo to head towards the lake of the witches, very little ice. Hence, while magically snows with the sun (I've hired writers from George Lucas for this special day) with various doodles in the snow and the woods, we dive into the snow-covered dirt road. "Plunge" is the right word, as we face down the slope is much more consonant with that of Klaus Dibiasi snowshoes and the final effect will be seen (in the photos, first of all).
To demonstrate the level of bastardy of the driver, Thu invites me to go down looking for cuts and offal. And it only takes a few tens of rotations of snowshoes we arrived at the flat Devero, with snow that enters even the most intimate recesses. As always, follows the normal stop bevereccia, accompanied by wishes for the new year. What about the

Devero Excursion was the perfect conclusion to the 2009 season ... but that of 2010 is just around the corner, so, dear boys, fasten your seat belts!

A good 2010 to you and all the people around you, that if we look hard enough, are many, very many.

The creek that leads to Crampiolo

Crampiolo seen from

Here on Lake Devero

The Punta della Rossa

do not know how to miss a group photo ...

snows with the sun And now

lesson technique ciaspolatoria

Well


Rejected!


absolute despair

Saturday, December 26, 2009

How Much Is A Chanel Bag In Outlet

Greetings

Thank you for reading my blog in recent months, I wish you a year where the smile is master, where joy is the food of your heart fulfilled.
Greetings
Air Creative

Monday, December 21, 2009

How To Make Lips Smaller Naturally

Devero Lake St George-Ring Codera

December 19, 2009 There are only two days at the beginning of winter and the start for this nice tour is accompanied by the first snowfall in the plains.
How strange: it snows in Milan, in Brianza snows, it snows even in Voghera, but here, in Chiavenna should not be dropped not even a bow. "Should" is the right word. Something has instead fallen: a couple of inches and no more.
better that way ... usual lavish breakfast and off we go.
Blue sky, but temperatures well below zero and we think that there is someone waiting here for an hour (more or less ...); is a new and as with all new question arises: "How to recognize ?. Here, it must be him, one with 30 cm of ice on his face.
And the jokes start, timed by a succession of "Happy Birthday", to emphasize that there are better ways to spend their anniversary maximo.

There is cold? No problem ... There are tiers of the Val Codera waiting for: the legendary, Pharaonic, Val Codera scassagambe steps. Face them together with a couple, chasing and passing several times. But our tour is far longer and then take the ball, excess momentum of the two astonished hikers and free rein to the band, so that everyone can speak at its best. And indeed there are sculattate, oblique steps, sliding from "Holiday on Ice", but without consequences, if not moral. We spend so
Avedee with its frescoes, the cross of the Scouts, galleries enriched pindoloni ice, the cemetery and here we are finally coder. The refuge is open, but the manager is heavily involved in the transport of food and basic provisions for customers of upcoming festivals: for us there is a crust of cheese and a pint of cold water (I'm joking, of course).
Given that this is the only place in the whole ring covered, before the lunch break, which overlaps with that of Baggina. Sandwiches, beer and cakes for them, for me instead of a quick reconnaissance on that path and I fear will be too much ice cream. I find it a bit 'slippery with snow and some stretches, comforted by the opinion of the manager, we continue the journey. The lunch break was declared closed on the twelfth stroke of 12 o'clock.

awaits us the most technically challenging section, decorated with a couple of bridges and sight of the path of Val coder, we have just done. But it is when we reach the Tracciolino the fun starts: not only the path becomes flat as my brain scan, but also more scenic, and above all begin to have to do with 10, 100, 1000 pindoli ice as many shapes and sizes. With the rods begins to break one, which shatters into pieces accompanied by classical noise, the same one that accompanies me when I go into a china accompanied by my well known manners. We are the vandals: blades of ice break a gogo '.

Around the Tracciolino begins to lose some ' of its charm when we enter the umbra, where the temperature goes to far below freezing. There's that cycle, to reach the now nearby town of St. George, kissed (and heated) from the sun. When you encounter something interesting, I try to tell, but my prose is mortified by the general lack of interest: there are people here who only think of heaters and hot water bottle. Continuation detaching his shoulders and thinking, "The usual pearls before swine ...". Remove from

Tracciolino to go down to St. George, almost completely uninhabited. We find a good stopping point on the balcony of the cable car, where the sun is shining and we are protected from the wind ... but not from the goats that graze here in tens. Just open backpacks, we pounce on the apparent search for food and only my training as a skilled "host animals" allowed me to remove the goats when their insistence became unbearable. And to think that not even smelled and probably more I smelled all of them put together: "Eau du chavron" is my most intimate secret.

And now awaits us all down, that sooner or later we had to if we want to close the loop. Brushed her going from a cold wind that blows from the lake, we sneak in a long series of switchbacks, fortunately less slippery than expected. But the stepped descent begins to crack some patella, which is now clearly hear her squeak, almost like a seesaw summer.

At 15:30 (on time so perfect, I'm thinking of offering my experience to Trenitalia) are to cars. He missed a snack, we eat, thanks to George, birthday and crucified for the whole day.

Wonderful Val Coder: I appreciated very much today, with its people living on this remote village, with its stone quarries, the steps, the hump-backed bridges, trails and views of the coast in Lake Como. He feels that Christmas is just around the corner for a moment I feel even more good ... but only for a moment.

Vista Lake Novate Mezzola

In memory of the scouts

The arrival in Codera

Art group photo: lesson on how to make them small

Walking in glassware

would be nice to get so ...

animal lover

Codera Hello!


Monday, December 7, 2009

Samantha 38g Clip Gratis

Shaharȃzade the weaver of nights - OOAK

Shaharȃzade was the weaver of all nights, he managed with his sweet voice to charm the sultan. He was able to survive a thousand and one night telling wonderful tales of human genes and leaving the end of each story for the next night, so the sultan held it in life than other wives for much longer. Thanks to his perseverance and cunning the life was saved and lived a life as a queen with the sultan and his heirs.

is this character that I inspired my greatest difficulty with polymer clay, is the first time that I create with prosculpt and is the first time I create a human adult face. We hope that the magic of her fairy dust to succeed even this creature and bring it into being just a little 'cute.
Here is the face, has a problem in his left eye is a bit 'too far to the other, but now face is cooked.
This is the photo before cooking




And this after cooking
Good evening to you all ...

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Raven Riley Fleshlight

A new award unexpected


After a long absence due to my busy schedule, today I found a nice surprise, a new premium assigned to me by the very respectable and Vera Mina (Mina's shop and Vera).
A little rule is placed to receive the award, describing five desires.
to think of it many of my desires are like anyone else and how many of you have a thousand wishes, and not just five, so it was very difficult to discern only 5, but anyway here's my list (I state that are not placed in order of importance )
  • I would like every child, every old person, every man and woman each night to go fed in bed and drank.
  • I would like my family, my boyfriend and anyone else have a good life with few worries and with many smiles.
  • I would like my biggest dream come true.
  • I would like the path of my life was not full of curves and chasms, but an upright road with some rocks to jump (this is not necessary to have a boring life and especially to learn)
  • I want that man to take awareness of all the mistakes that led to despair, poverty in some populations and in nature itself. Perhaps becoming aware of his mistakes could be remedied.
People who should I pass the award should be 14.
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With hands and heart
I Giardini di Marzo
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what I can do ... and not
small corner cauntry
I pies Olga
Gems Gemma
the shop fairy
creations Fatafiona
The Ila handmade
The country of the imagination
Not only felt

successful evening to you all.