tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99062812011-12-23T21:00:01.756Z...porque é bom sonhar!Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.comBlogger2551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-56833056535124761762011-12-23T21:00:00.000Z2011-12-23T21:00:01.785Z<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHxahjt741k?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHxahjt741k?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5683305653512476176?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-49054308317771842402011-12-02T10:59:00.001Z2011-12-02T10:59:46.801Z<blockquote>Mãe, como é que as coisas têm côr se ninguém as pintou?</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-4905430831777184240?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-65106441678934805822011-10-22T00:47:00.000+01:002011-10-22T00:48:57.026+01:00<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JIVaUcE4kAM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6510644167893480582?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-73971517718006834252011-10-22T00:34:00.004+01:002011-10-22T00:42:19.793+01:00... dançou, dançou, dancou e cantou a tarde toda.<br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qi_wFgzIy1A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />... e apercebeu-se que (afinal!) gosta de ananás!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7397151771800683425?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-61991994674467229202011-09-05T19:07:00.001+01:002011-09-05T19:09:49.801+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQLVe_FHUKA/TmUQU5WcNWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MZlHbPpgexQ/s1600/saco%2Bpano.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQLVe_FHUKA/TmUQU5WcNWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MZlHbPpgexQ/s320/saco%2Bpano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648939258784527714" /></a> <br />O primeiro saquinho para a C. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6199199467446722920?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-3531611568062415202011-07-31T22:57:00.005+01:002011-07-31T23:02:40.196+01:00<blockquote>Mãe, esta noite, vais à Internet e escreves assim: "nomes de dinossauros" e amanhã explicas-me, está bem? Porque eu ainda não sei todos...</blockquote><br /><br />Aqui vai, a pedido...<br />http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lista_de_dinossauros<a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lista_de_dinossauros"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-353161156806241520?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-43722023009005884572011-02-20T20:48:00.002Z2011-02-20T20:51:26.489Z"Mãe, partilhas comigo a tua sandes?"<br />"Ainda tens fome, M.?"<br />A sua cabecita abana para cima e para baixo.<br />"Ok, partilho contigo."<br />"Mãe, mas fazemos assim: eu dou duas dentadas e tu só dás uma, está bem?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-4372202300900588457?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-39287144846098198642011-02-05T20:08:00.001Z2011-02-05T20:09:39.584Z"Mãe, isto de ter varicela não é nada divertido!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3928714484609819864?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-53454990839762432312011-01-22T15:16:00.002Z2011-01-22T15:17:49.240Z"Mãe, mãe! Olha uma heteroescavadora!!!"<br />"M.,é uma retroescavadora!"<br />"Ah, pois."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5345499083976243231?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-42431602271613990922011-01-22T15:10:00.002Z2011-01-22T15:13:43.235Z"Mãe, eu quero ir a um «Sfá»."<br />"Queres ir onde???"<br />"Mãe, a um «Sfá»! Fazer pedras quentes e lama!"<br /><br />Sfá!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-4243160227161399092?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-55722522648347961282011-01-14T20:33:00.000Z2011-01-14T20:34:27.663ZA precisar de arejar o espaço.<br />Mudou-se.<br />E fica tudo melhor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5572252264834796128?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-38151411374861488542011-01-06T07:48:00.001Z2011-01-06T07:48:00.528Z<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ep9-d_EjTUY?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ep9-d_EjTUY?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3815141137486148854?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-33429940286187759622011-01-01T19:30:00.001Z2011-01-01T19:30:43.270Z<p class="MsoNormal">Os dedos ferrugentos dedilham as teclas mecanicamente, com um recurso pontual às notas que salpicam os papéis velhos a cheirar a mofo… Estupidamente, uma injecção de velhas memórias invade as minhas mãos e as músicas prisioneiras no velho órgão libertam-se e ecoam no sótão, outra e outra vez…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Já tinha saudades. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3342994028618775962?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-29559283871338926462011-01-01T17:52:00.000Z2011-01-01T17:53:33.866Z<a href="http://www.presentationmagazine.com/">http://www.presentationmagazine.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-2955928387133892646?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-87627035521716279792010-12-22T17:49:00.001Z2010-12-22T17:50:55.427ZEnquanto embrulho mais umas prendas, a M. estreia-se na depilação com etiquetas de Natal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-8762703552171627979?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-87321233911377797502010-11-19T12:25:00.003Z2010-11-19T12:27:13.608Z[ou o "Bairro Real" - como diz a M.] cheira a lareiras acesas... E é tão bom!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-8732123391137779750?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-89632776885860338392010-11-07T14:04:00.002Z2010-11-07T14:06:53.926Z- Mãe, sabes há umas coisas que nós temos na língua.<br />- o quê, M.?<br />-Mãe, as papilas gustativas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-8963277688586033839?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-64642550867092227432010-09-27T10:17:00.002+01:002010-09-27T10:21:27.306+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/TKBh5YdQKzI/AAAAAAAAALA/5EucD_ivigQ/s1600/securedownload.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521520781601811250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/TKBh5YdQKzI/AAAAAAAAALA/5EucD_ivigQ/s320/securedownload.jpg" /></a><br />http://www.anaventura.com/shop/roots/raiz3.htm</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6464255086709222743?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-11174079717726515362010-09-24T17:16:00.003+01:002010-09-24T17:27:50.622+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/TJzRe7AGtBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JkKPcyuOx1U/s1600/4051111_lar.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/TJzRe7AGtBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JkKPcyuOx1U/s320/4051111_lar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520517572413797394" /></a><br />- Como correu a escola? - perguntei hoje, quando a fui buscar.<br />- Correu bem Mãe, mas tu não podes pôr um iogurte daqueles na minha lancheira. Sabes, elas pensam que ele pica e que eu não gosto (mas gosto!) e depois, aquilo é realmente grande para uma criança, não achas???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-1117407971772651536?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-20951858822108670852010-08-13T23:33:00.000+01:002010-08-13T23:34:31.723+01:00... praia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-2095185882210867085?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-51031124279077244792010-07-23T17:26:00.003+01:002010-07-23T17:31:03.337+01:00Grande arranhão na face, pintado de Betadine.<br /><br />"M., não podes deixar que te façam isso. Tens de ralhar, tens de responder!"<br />Resposta: "Ó Mãe, mas não é assim que ela se acalma..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5103112427907724479?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-13686969081720233882010-07-20T19:31:00.001+01:002010-07-20T20:31:15.320+01:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gatochy/sets/72157613074846100/show/with/3290203615/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/gatochy/sets/72157613074846100/show/with/3290203615/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-1368696908172023388?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-79112815606627424242010-07-14T16:54:00.001+01:002010-07-14T16:56:04.732+01:00Conversa entre avó e neta:<br />Avó: Hoje fiz douradinhos de salmão no forno, para o jantar.<br />Neta: E têm ómega-3?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7911281560662742424?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-42443434952522927612010-06-30T00:17:00.000+01:002010-06-30T00:19:03.635+01:00<a href="http://www.publico.pt/examesnacionais2010/Infografias/Details/1441265">Ementa para época de exames!</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-4244343495252292761?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-87006761167745754382010-06-24T10:17:00.000+01:002010-06-24T10:19:31.622+01:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikC8Zl8Gulg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikC8Zl8Gulg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-8700676116774575438?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-83094537185220782152010-05-22T15:53:00.003+01:002010-05-22T15:59:57.347+01:00<object width="400" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kAekQ5fzfGM&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=pt_PT&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kAekQ5fzfGM&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=pt_PT&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="250"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-8309453718522078215?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-65971391255861919892010-05-14T20:39:00.002+01:002010-05-14T20:41:36.397+01:00<div>... com isto:</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/S-2nHcOvqDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kIYVXjYfIX0/s1600/celery_aipo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471212868603979826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/S-2nHcOvqDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kIYVXjYfIX0/s400/celery_aipo.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Mas não devemos estar na época deles...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6597139125586191989?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-8736994309235974152010-04-20T15:57:00.002+01:002010-04-20T16:01:35.310+01:00<blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;">Para educar uma criança, é preciso uma aldeia inteira</span></blockquote><p align="right"><br />Provérbio africano </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-873699430923597415?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-25997596901780717432010-03-19T15:16:00.006Z2010-03-19T15:24:20.424ZDepois de ler à M. a história d'<br /><br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Evw2Dc-NV6g&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Evw2Dc-NV6g&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /> preciso deste:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/S6OW5PnFI0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/VxyP4jJ4hMU/s1600-h/garrafa_capa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/S6OW5PnFI0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/VxyP4jJ4hMU/s400/garrafa_capa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450365884235588418" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-2599759690178071743?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-62684253407790779392010-03-18T22:39:00.002Z2010-03-18T22:44:13.244ZCada vez se torna mais frequente a sua necessidade de partilha de "segredos" <br />["Mamã, contas-me um segredo? E eu depois conto-te um a ti, está bem?"],<br />normalmente num cantinho ou durante o banho mas, esta semana, resolveu antes questionar-me sobre "uma coisa em que já andava a pensar nisto":<br /><br />"Mamã, como morreram os dinossauros?" - queria ela saber...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6268425340779077939?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-39426355002602509942010-03-01T23:46:00.003Z2010-03-01T23:51:51.459Z<blockquote><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/S4xS3FMIK2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OPWcOijDTOA/s1600-h/Humpty1.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/S4xS3FMIK2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OPWcOijDTOA/s400/Humpty1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443817155823414114" /></a><br />Quando eu uso uma palavra - disse Humpty Dumpty num tom desdenhoso - ela significa apenas o que eu quero que ela signifique... Nem mais nem menos.<br />A questão é - disse Alice - se se pode fazer com que uma palavra signifique tantas coisas diferentes.<br />A questão é - disse Humpty Dumpty - saber quem manda. Ponto final.</blockquote><br /><br />Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3942635500260250994?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-75747668967051714622010-02-26T19:09:00.000Z2010-02-26T19:10:32.097Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wd2BJ2o7BGQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wd2BJ2o7BGQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7574766896705171462?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-79618981189208189832010-02-24T23:50:00.001Z2010-02-24T23:52:18.708Z" - Mamã, hoje é dia de escola?<br /> - É, Môr...<br /> - Oh Mãe, agora é sempre dia de escola..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7961898118920818983?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-9597620701264561152010-02-17T11:04:00.003Z2010-02-17T11:08:41.806Za mudança.<br />Algumas caixas têm ido de boleia aos fins-de-semana mas o primeiro móvel acabou de abandonar a morada dos últimos anos para ocupar o novo espaço.<br />Os restantes só seguirão mais tarde, mas é já um começo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-959762070126456115?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-66353739941294971122010-01-04T19:24:00.001Z2010-01-04T19:24:58.681Z<embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/v5urAwzZwmpy4QRvV5rf/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="279" allowFullScreen="true"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6635373994129497112?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-43064032967076217112009-12-31T15:55:00.010Z2009-12-31T16:01:06.855Z<br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:400%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Feliz 2010! </strong></span></span></div><br><br><br><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:400;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:400%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></p><div align="center"><br /></strong></span>♥♥♥</div><div align="center"></span></div><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-4306403296707621711?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-82717768208980459782009-12-24T11:40:00.000Z2009-12-28T11:45:44.677Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWjZX57QQDY&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWjZX57QQDY&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-8271776820898045978?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-59421866619532398992009-12-22T09:39:00.002Z2009-12-22T09:41:50.610Z<a href="http://nocasbombocas.blogspot.com/2009/12/coisas-de-crianca.html">A Tia I., desenhada pela M. ...</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5942186661953239899?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-22466238813358425442009-12-07T18:29:00.000Z2009-12-07T18:30:18.123Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Onc7ZTnQb3c&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Onc7ZTnQb3c&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-2246623881335842544?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-91057163640691086552009-12-04T14:47:00.002Z2009-12-04T14:48:34.875Z<a href="http://havidaemjrod.blogspot.com/2009/12/meloa-e-marida-do-melao.html">http://havidaemjrod.blogspot.com/2009/12/meloa-e-marida-do-melao.html</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-9105716364069108655?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-87820622833867990202009-11-04T10:38:00.001Z2009-11-04T10:38:52.021Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dEzOuneLJ64&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dEzOuneLJ64&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-8782062283386799020?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-34181035477503448642009-10-21T21:03:00.002+01:002009-10-21T21:07:41.046+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fCndFDjYhU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fCndFDjYhU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />Our Last Summer<br />Mamma Mia<br />Composição: Benny Andersson and Bjorn Ulvaeus <br /><br /><br />HARRY:<br />I can still recall<br />Our last summer<br />I still see it all<br />Walks along the Seine<br />Laughing in the rain<br />Our last summer<br />Memories that remain<br /><br />We made our way along the river<br />And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower<br />I was so happy we had met<br />It was the age of no regret<br />Oh, yes<br />Those crazy years<br />That was the time of the flower-power<br />But underneath<br />We had a fear of flying<br />Of growing old<br />A fear of slowly dying<br />We took our chance<br />Like we were dancing our last dance<br /><br />HARRY & DONNA:<br />I can still recall<br />Our last summer<br />I still see it all<br /><br />HARRY:<br />In the tourist jam<br /><br />DONNA:<br />Round the Notre Dame<br /><br />HARRY & DONNA:<br />Our last summer<br />Walking hand in hand<br /><br />DONNA:<br />Paris restaurants<br /><br />HARRY & DONNA:<br />Our last summer<br /><br />HARRY:<br />Morning croissants<br /><br />HARRY & DONNA:<br />Living for the day<br />Worries far away<br />Our last summer<br />We could laugh and play<br /><br />DONNA:<br />And now you're working in a bank<br />The family man, a football fan<br />And your name is Harry<br />How dull it seems<br />Yet, you were the hero of my dreams<br /><br />HARRY & DONNA:<br />I can still recall<br />Our last summer<br />I still see it all<br />Walks along the Seine<br />Laughing in the rain<br />Our last summer<br />Memories that remain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3418103547750344864?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-75942251090361392632009-09-30T16:15:00.000+01:002009-09-30T16:16:04.779+01:00A verdade é como o azeite...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7594225109036139263?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-75102386724195420252009-07-15T19:34:00.004+01:002009-08-31T21:13:07.977+01:00<ul><li>doce de ameixa <strike>rainha cláudia</strike> amarela;</li><li>sumo de ameixa <strike>rainha cláudia</strike> amarela;</li><li>empadão de arroz e courgette, regado com pudim queijo e fiambre!</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7510238672419542025?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-8359985059581329832009-07-10T10:55:00.000+01:002009-07-10T10:56:29.493+01:00Um beijo grande, Fátima...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-835998505958132983?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-18847988233466238662009-07-09T10:56:00.002+01:002009-07-10T11:02:02.541+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SlcRb6nxLjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CUU8dnuXFQM/s1600-h/images...jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769453070691890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SlcRb6nxLjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CUU8dnuXFQM/s400/images...jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-1884798823346623866?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-24778688172107080652009-07-08T23:40:00.002+01:002009-07-08T23:41:05.634+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SlUgdEAeEjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EExqEGioaiM/s1600-h/quilt2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356223015491080754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SlUgdEAeEjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EExqEGioaiM/s400/quilt2.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-2477868817210708065?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-70880481244154808462009-07-08T23:18:00.003+01:002009-07-09T10:03:43.037+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SlUb2WfYppI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AI75374CbHw/s1600-h/quilt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356217952391177874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SlUb2WfYppI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AI75374CbHw/s400/quilt.jpg" /></a> via <a href="http://aervilhacorderosa.com/blog/2009/07/post_98.html">Rosa</a>.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7088048124415480846?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-10919189718205253752009-07-05T00:00:00.001+01:002009-07-05T00:01:50.957+01:00... <a href="http://gdpais.blogspot.com/2009/01/flatland-uma-aventura-em-muitas-dimeses.html">este</a> link é para ti!<br /><br />[ ;) e não só...]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-1091918971820525375?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-3858346997606015162009-06-30T15:02:00.001+01:002009-06-30T15:02:56.989+01:00... <a href="http://smalltownsmallcounty.blogspot.com/">http://smalltownsmallcounty.blogspot.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-385834699760601516?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-5218403022008818002009-06-22T16:48:00.007+01:002009-06-22T16:54:15.420+01:00<strong><em>na terça à noite:</em></strong> 3 bolos de chocolate e courgette;<br /><br /><strong><em>na quarta:</em></strong> paté de ricotta e alho; bacalhau gratinado; lasanha; panacotta e delícia de chocolate;<br /><br /><strong><em>na sexta/sábado:</em></strong> paté de ricotta e alho; alheira com ovos; gratinado de couve-flor e alheira; bacalhau gratinado; panacotta; delícia da Delfina; cheesecake e delícia de chocolate com gelado de tangerina.<br /><br />Uff.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-521840302200881800?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-88143598918143859112009-06-19T11:09:00.001+01:002009-06-19T11:12:25.882+01:00Ao fim de tantos anos de utilização tenho net sem fios no portátil!<br /><br />Yupi!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-8814359891814385911?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-17567268104587420122009-06-17T13:07:00.001+01:002009-06-17T13:07:46.528+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SjjchxF_8jI/AAAAAAAAAII/TEQLgBhZX-Y/s1600-h/anniversaire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348267030174757426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SjjchxF_8jI/AAAAAAAAAII/TEQLgBhZX-Y/s400/anniversaire.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-1756726810458742012?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-36954892496726821842009-06-12T16:50:00.002+01:002009-06-12T16:52:53.047+01:00<strong>Como se descaroçam cerejas?</strong><br />Velocidade 3/4<br />(É preciso contar os caroços!!!)<br /><br /><strong>Como se descascam alhos?</strong><br />Velocidade 2 Inversa.<br /><br />Fácil, não?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3695489249672682184?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-34021249379079830132009-06-12T08:10:00.011+01:002009-06-12T16:53:51.592+01:00Depois de mais uma visita aos sogros, voltamos para casa com (entre outros bens de consumo) uma courgette de 1 kg.<br />Como rentabilizá-la?<br />Fácil, fácil!<br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SjIBx-_zfVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tWqg65UxU44/s1600-h/courgette.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346337665878031698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SjIBx-_zfVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tWqg65UxU44/s320/courgette.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ora vejam:<br /><br />Basta fazer:<br />tagliatelle de perú salpicado com courgette picada e queijo da ilha;<br />quiche de delícias do mar, atum e courgette;<br />bolo de chocolate e courgette<br />e,<br />sopinha de courgette e afins.<br /><br />Que tal?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3402124937907983013?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-79554135671324416122009-06-12T08:07:00.002+01:002009-06-12T08:09:49.502+01:00O trânsito hoje estava espectacular.. Simplesmente não havia! <br />Devia ser sempre assim... chegar à escola às 8h00m, ter tempo para ver o mail, escrever um postito... e ter poucos alunos para "aturar"!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7955413567132441612?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-60467949075177793932009-06-07T07:21:00.003+01:002009-06-07T07:25:21.690+01:00<a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344467465097482930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/Sitc1-LEkrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6niIQzw4GTM/s400/home.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6046794907517779393?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-47700831286026204462009-06-04T16:56:00.000+01:002009-06-04T16:57:45.095+01:00Um dia vou fazer um <a href="http://blog.bientotdemain.com/index.php/2008/04/30/477-jennifer-collier">destes</a> para a Mariana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-4770083128602620446?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-36568945524059909942009-05-28T13:36:00.004+01:002009-05-28T13:39:03.804+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/Sh6FfadB8QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8EsQ4bJw2DM/s1600-h/zoo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340852982831509762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/Sh6FfadB8QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8EsQ4bJw2DM/s400/zoo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>[photo: JROD]</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3656894552405990994?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-16886194686132780052009-05-25T08:00:00.000+01:002009-05-25T09:17:33.247+01:00<a href="http://bruaa-editora.blogspot.com/">http://bruaa-editora.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://www.kalandraka.pt/">http://www.kalandraka.pt/</a><br /><a href="http://olivroinfantil.blogspot.com/">http://olivroinfantil.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://planeta-tangerina.blogspot.com/">http://planeta-tangerina.blogspot.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-1688619468613278005?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-92011788718270913782009-05-22T16:28:00.003+01:002009-05-22T16:39:15.829+01:00Há praticamente um mês que as histórias para adormecer são as do livro <a href="http://www.livrarialeitura.pt/home.ud121?oid=9973614&amp;from_zone=Top+Leitura">As Mais Belas Histórias de Sarah Kay</a>, que a bisavó Otília lhe ofereceu no seu 3.º aniversário.<br />Numa destas noites, ao ler a história A Grande Questão, parei e coloquei-a também a ela:<br />"Mariana, o que queres ser quando fores grande?".<br /><br />Pensou, revirou os olhos e pensou.<br /><br />Nesses segundos de silêncio de reflexão profunda, roía-me de curiosidade.<br />A história falava de meninos que queriam ser peixeiros, de lavadeiras, de agricultoras e professoras, de relojoeiros, de médicos, dentistas e veterinários, de taxistas e muitas outras profissões.<br /><br />O que quer ela ser quando fôr grande?<br /><br />Acho que nenhuma mãe se esquece deste 1.º desejo de um filho seu, mas eu sei que sempre que me recordar deste momento vou sorrir com um carinho especial...<br /><br />A Mariana respondeu:<br />"Já sei. Quero ser uma galinha!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-9201178871827091378?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-48397366082270967862009-04-23T10:33:00.001+01:002009-04-23T10:34:55.527+01:00<a href="http://e-livros.clube-de-leituras.pt/elivro.php?id=obebequenaogostavadeteleviso">o bebé que não gostava de televisão</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-4839736608227096786?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-29616170079626374792009-04-20T19:59:00.000+01:002009-04-20T20:00:22.755+01:00cada vez com mais vontade de explorar o fantástico mundo dos livros infantis...<br /><a href="http://prateleira-de-baixo.blogspot.com/">http://prateleira-de-baixo.blogspot.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-2961617007962637479?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-1361225059679904032009-04-17T15:37:00.001+01:002009-04-17T15:38:57.230+01:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY">Susan Boyle!</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-136122505967990403?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-33538319130318021002009-03-24T19:16:00.001Z2009-03-24T19:18:26.697Z<a href="http://static.publico.clix.pt/cegonhasnaweb/default.aspx">O condoninho da Renata</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3353831913031802100?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-76810540529165919172009-03-23T13:52:00.003Z2009-03-23T13:56:11.878ZSe calhar ando assim só porque sim.<br />Se calhar ando assim porque sinto o mesmo.<br />Se calhar ando assim porque nada é fácil.<br />Se calhar ando assim porque ando magoada.<br />Se calhar ando assim porque gosto de ti.<br /><br />E se pensas que não, estás enganada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7681054052916591917?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-73481536494218211192009-03-11T15:47:00.001Z2009-03-11T15:47:53.834Z<a href="http://www.gluon.com.br/blog/">http://www.gluon.com.br/blog/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7348153649421821119?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-67517044839811817622009-02-23T16:30:00.004Z2009-02-23T16:33:21.602Z<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Iogurtes de banana, laranja e bolacha:</em></strong><br /></span>80g bolacha maria triturada; 200g banana; sumo 1/2 laranja; 80g açúcar; 1 l leite; 50g leite em pó e 1 iogurte natural.<br /><br />Depois digo como correu!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6751704483981181762?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-67133536702154497832009-02-11T14:42:00.000Z2009-02-11T14:43:51.987Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SZLkDedjXkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tWTwHiRB470/s1600-h/haapy.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301550459736251970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SZLkDedjXkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tWTwHiRB470/s400/haapy.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6713353670215449783?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-33137972092739793292008-12-24T15:06:00.001Z2009-01-02T14:47:55.878Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SVo5N98JrxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7daBYeZj_ps/s1600-h/pai-natal-20081230150044.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285600024800636690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SVo5N98JrxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7daBYeZj_ps/s400/pai-natal-20081230150044.png" border="0" /></a> O meu Pai Natal deste ano foi criado em <a href="http://www.spirituc.com/natal2008/">http://www.spirituc.com/natal2008/</a>.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3313797209273979329?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-54196050434121835492008-11-26T14:47:00.000Z2008-11-26T14:48:17.980Zcansada de lutar contra a maré.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5419605043412183549?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-52042069399282070262008-10-09T17:00:00.001+01:002008-10-09T17:02:07.936+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SO4q2mm0EzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fyVWQUVNJ6U/s1600-h/_MG_+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SO4q2mm0EzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fyVWQUVNJ6U/s400/_MG_+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255184932752593714" /></a><br />[Foto de JROD]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5204206939928207026?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-20413037567078126882008-09-21T22:32:00.001+01:002008-09-21T22:32:59.976+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDuTOX-6Jjw&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDuTOX-6Jjw&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-2041303756707812688?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-61157624850183816512008-09-11T22:34:00.001+01:002008-09-11T22:38:37.367+01:00Parte I<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWLAtn3KVw8&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWLAtn3KVw8&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Parte II<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2BRo7fFo0_c&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2BRo7fFo0_c&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />Parte III<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qoXJD23AmAo&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qoXJD23AmAo&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6115762485018381651?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-9345719987886458072008-08-22T23:02:00.001+01:002008-08-22T23:02:50.739+01:00A Filipa também se dedicou aos trapos! Em: <a href="http://trapilhosecompanhia.my1blog.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://trapilhosecompanhia.my1blog.com</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-934571998788645807?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-21610244660235734332008-08-04T16:56:00.002+01:002008-08-04T17:01:03.446+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SJcnl945xzI/AAAAAAAAACI/FDhT-ZZ4r5Q/s1600-h/1abd2a33-49ec-4700-a872-7e0a50da679a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230693025435993906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SJcnl945xzI/AAAAAAAAACI/FDhT-ZZ4r5Q/s320/1abd2a33-49ec-4700-a872-7e0a50da679a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.vaqueiro.pt/receitas/receita_detail.aspx?id=3178">Experimentem</a>, que vale a pena </div><div>(só para apreciadores de brócolos!!!)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-2161024466023573433?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-52524960292829286062008-07-24T10:04:00.002+01:002008-07-24T10:06:29.004+01:00Hoje enquanto tomávamos o pequeno-almoço, a Mariana brincava com o seu novo cavalinho.<br />Agitava-o no ar e relinchava.<br />De repente disse:<br />"Este é o cavalinho e eu sou... a cavalinha!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5252496029282928606?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-56752469816649641112008-07-10T22:56:00.002+01:002008-07-10T22:59:14.756+01:00A Mariana imita muitas vezes gatos, cães, bébés...<br />Hoje disse: <br />"Eu sou um gatinho".<br /><br />Perguntaram-lhe: <br />"És o gato das botas?"<br /><br />Resposta dela, depois de olhar para os seus pés:<br />"Não, sou o gato das sandálias!"<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5675246981664964111?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-9195427050654112442008-07-10T17:59:00.002+01:002008-07-10T18:07:21.213+01:00Hoje, quando vinha para casa, ouvia extasiada no rádio do carro o debate na Assembleia da República sobre o estado da Nação. <br />Não sei bem porquê mas fascina-me a forma como todos os intervenientes brincam com as palavras e como, invocando os seus duplos (quando não triplos) sentidos, puxam sempre a "brasa à sua sardinha".<br />É um pouco como ir ao teatro, ou ao cinema...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-919542705065411244?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-34061552300574859762008-07-10T00:34:00.007+01:002008-07-10T17:55:59.000+01:00I.<br />A Mariana hoje comeu um pouco do pão do coração (que não deverá ter mais que um grama e meio de sal por quilo - o pão normal tem cerca de 19-21 gramas de sal por quilo).<br />Exclamou:<br />" Hmm, bolo de pão! Obrigada."<br /><br /><br /><br />II.<br />A Mariana pediu para comer.<br />Perguntaram-lhe: "Queres comer já Mariana?".<br />Resposta dela: "Sim, para ficar barriguda!".<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3406155230057485976?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-5674033493741999192008-06-25T15:07:00.002+01:002008-06-25T15:10:44.465+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SGJR30RJv3I/AAAAAAAAACA/yzi69gTAV7I/s1600-h/_gnr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215821337813696370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SGJR30RJv3I/AAAAAAAAACA/yzi69gTAV7I/s400/_gnr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SGJRuJHD2KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-qqU500QHgg/s1600-h/_gnr.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SGJRaDuGGuI/AAAAAAAAABw/2CkEnQWYgdw/s1600-h/_gnr.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-567403349374199919?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-44695658533211797672008-06-22T22:06:00.002+01:002008-06-22T22:12:31.217+01:00<object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/euvj0-8-Kyk&hl=pt-br&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/euvj0-8-Kyk&hl=pt-br&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><br /><br /><a>e com ...</a><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jjERuQ-zFY&hl=pt-br&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jjERuQ-zFY&hl=pt-br&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-4469565853321179767?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-91870602585903273102008-06-17T10:40:00.000+01:002008-06-18T10:45:11.571+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SFjY7P3-21I/AAAAAAAAABY/_UcDEZ59Ztc/s1600-h/Cake_2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213155081066568530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SFjY7P3-21I/AAAAAAAAABY/_UcDEZ59Ztc/s400/Cake_2.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/SFjY7P3-21I/AAAAAAAAABY/_UcDEZ59Ztc/s1600-h/Cake_2.gif"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-9187060258590327310?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-74238703611537079552008-06-11T22:04:00.003+01:002008-06-11T22:06:54.896+01:00As minhas manchas são mesmo <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitiligo">vitiligo</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7423870361153707955?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-77243283044417629202008-03-03T11:02:00.001Z2008-03-03T11:04:48.520Z<a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/homemade-easter-treats?lnc=5a79cf380e1dd010VgnVCM1000005b09a00aRCRD&amp;page=1&amp;rsc=articlecontent_food">Coelhinho</a> de Marshmallow!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7724328304441762920?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-68185468981965395422008-03-03T10:42:00.002Z2008-03-03T10:48:41.406Ze vimos coisas giras.<br /><br />Não comprámos nada [é preciso apertar o cinto!]...<br /><br />Passeámos...<br /><br />Adorámos, entre outros, os <a href="http://www.amigos-do-monstro.blogspot.com/">Amigos do Monstro </a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6818546898196539542?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-79712772956303198702008-02-18T14:02:00.001Z2008-02-18T14:04:40.096ZEspero que em breve essa camioneta passe a ser a caneta, que realmente é.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7971277295630319870?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-25777248281156401342008-02-15T10:11:00.003Z2008-06-23T23:50:24.941+01:00<a href="http://agatachristie.blogspot.com/2008/02/cadilhos.html">Este</a> é um dos mais belos posts que li até hoje.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-2577724828115640134?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-53744464616162595522008-02-13T11:43:00.002Z2008-02-13T11:44:50.536ZEu <a href="http://claudiaborralho.blogs.sapo.pt/459835.html#comentarios">também</a> ando a precisar de um dia só para mim...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-5374446461616259552?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-63891676106547430302008-02-11T15:22:00.001Z2008-02-11T15:23:26.325Z<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Muitos Parabéns</strong>,</span> Noquitas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6389167610654743030?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-1172179317931871092007-12-09T22:34:00.001Z2008-06-23T23:56:39.017+01:00<blockquote>Está... <em>tudo</em>... virado do avesso. Completamente virado do avesso. Sabem quando as pessoas usam essa expressão para dizer que uma coisa normal está totalmente fora de controlo? "Isto é a democracia virada do avesso" Bem, eu quero usar essa expressão, mas não sei bem o que é tudo. A zona norte de Londres? A vida? Os anos 90? Não sei. </blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><br /><br />E este excerto? De que livro saiu?<br />[João, tu estás proibido de responder!!!]<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://blaargh.wordpress.com/">Blaargh</a>, este desafio (p 161) segue para ti!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-117217931793187109?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-65478775218861077072007-12-09T22:28:00.000Z2007-12-09T22:41:15.987Z<em><blockquote><p></em></p></blockquote>Em resposta ao desafio lançado <a href="http://nocasbombocas.blogspot.com/">aqui</a>... cá vai: <p></p><em><blockquote>200 g de cogumelos pleurotos<br />60 g de margarina<br />1 cebola<br />150 de<br />presunto em palitinhos<br />180 g de cogumelos pequenos (em lata)<br />pimenta em<br />grão<br />1 colher de sobremesa de óregãos<br />sal<br />100 g de queijo parmesão<br />fresco ralado </blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>in Culinarium<br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6547877521886107707?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-15569233069028016772007-11-09T11:44:00.000Z2007-11-09T11:47:26.803ZParece que esta semana não há colocações cíclicas...<br /> <br />["Aguarde" -responderam-me do outro lado da linha. <br />Como se "aguardar" fosse fácil.]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-1556923306902801677?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-38755201287572321072007-11-08T16:31:00.000Z2007-11-08T16:40:51.607Zusar a esfregona!<br />[Acabei de lavar o chão da cozinha!]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3875520128757232107?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-42699405622903882622007-11-07T15:51:00.000Z2007-11-08T15:13:45.023Zespecialmente da segunda edição das <a href="http://tree-shirt.blogspot.com/2007/10/prxima-colecao-tree-shirt-by-redesign.html">tree-shirts by REDESIGN</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-4269940562290388262?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-7275334681736784322007-11-05T11:15:00.000Z2007-11-05T11:19:16.056Z8h-10h Aulinha<br />10h-11h Hipermercado<br />11h-12h Corrigir testes (última turma)<br />12h-13h30 Preparar aulas<br />13h30-14h Almoço<br />14h-15h30 Escola<br />15h30-17h30 Trabalho doméstico<br />17h30-... the usual<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-727533468173678432?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-69282655989080164522007-10-23T22:16:00.001+01:002007-10-23T22:26:57.347+01:00<br>Hoje iniciámos a instalação do <a href="http://www.beltraocoelho.pt/produtos/quadros/interwrite/corpo.htm">quadro interactivo </a>no laboratório de Matemática lá da escola.<br /><br /><br />Comentário de um aluno:<br /><br />"A escola está a evoluir!<br />Parece uma escola à Morangos com Açúcar!"<br /><br /><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-6928265598908016452?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-35626545152469331792007-10-18T09:59:00.000+01:002007-10-20T22:19:44.740+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/Rxcga-CUguI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Bx_m8lcWPyQ/s1600-h/_MG_+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHM2Ai48nY0/Rxcga-CUguI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Bx_m8lcWPyQ/s160/_MG_+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> ... ainda faço qualquer coisita.<br />Mais novidades em breve!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-3562654515246933179?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-19905938136919964812007-10-13T00:18:00.000+01:002007-10-12T23:21:48.001+01:00Um fondue de gelado na loja haagen-dazs do Chiado... <br />... Hummm...<br />... vinha mesmo a calhar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-1990593813691996481?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906281.post-77068090123847230332007-10-13T00:16:00.000+01:002007-10-12T23:21:21.540+01:00"Hoje" estou numa daquelas noites em que me apetece tudo e não me apetece nada...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9906281-7706809012384723033?l=sonhosdecanela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504962485056045026noreply@blogger.com0