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Para o avô
Leo (parte
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Mais meio litro de soro e regressou para casa... mas o prognóstico não é favorável... se não arrebitar, até ao fim da semana deverá ser abatido... :(

philly expatriate
Creamy Garlic
I am not sure if this is strictly a Chicago thing, but many Chicago-style restaurants (pizza, ribs, or similar casual dining) offer a sweet-hot Creamy Garlic dressing to go with a salad. My former favorite was one obviously made by some local food service company - it is thick, glossy, and sweet with an afterbite of garlicky heat. Last night, at a rather well-known rib joint on the Northwest side, I sampled their homemade Creamy Garlic with my salad and it was EXCELLENT. Does anyone have a good recipe for a Creamy Garlic dressing? I have honestly looked for YEARS for a good one on store shelves, but to no avail. Any assistance would be appreciated!

expect nothing.
twilight-in
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I am currently multi-tasking as I write this blog, battling with unsettled liabilities of various clients and secretly trying to catch up with my reading. I have to admit. I am caught up in Bella and Edward's unconvential love affair.Imagining how it must be to be with somebody so enchanting, so mesmerizing, so tempting. I was addicted to it -- never wanting to put the book down, flipping as many pages as I can. and I begin to wonder why the hell am I so into this novel? why am I so enthralled into their story? Maybe because Id want to feel the same way the heroin is feeling. To be able to grasp the same sensation as they have described it in the novel. To live in a fairy tale and somehow live dangerously at the same time. I would want to feel butterflies in my stomach every time flattering words came through the window. Id want to feel the chivalry that men of my time has simply put aside—opening car doors, offering a seat or a drink, etc. Id want to feel loving unconditionally.... (more)

The Exaggerator
L-rd, I just hope this essay is a sincere and honest one
more animals PROOF OF THE MAXIM THAT "BAD LEADERS ARE ELECTED BY GOOD PEOPLE WHO DON'T VOTE:" Your Correspondent hath it that the McCain/Palin ticket, in their desperation to protect what remains of their dignity ahead of Indecision 2008 in the face of faltering public confidence and trust in their articles of faith, is dredging up (again) all manner of crude and pathetic smear stories supposedly connecting the dots vis-a-vis Democratic Presidential candidate Barack Obama and Weather Underground founder-turned-community activist William Ayers, knowing consciously and yet unconsciously that the stories have been discredited and neglect to mention clear facts: That the Weather Underground's attacks occured while Obama was still in his childhood; That the Federal case against Ayers was subsequently dismissed; That Mr. Ayers has since renounced terrorism and violence; and That the interrelationship between Ayers and Obama is one of shared support for community... (more)

Soul Soldier Shai
But I guess that's the way that things go
Well, of course... time for hissin and dissin. I apologize for anybody who terasa hati. Believe me, it's unintentional. We're being universal here people! And in my observation, I would always be thoroughly annoyed with anything and everything including myself. But I know, that you may enjoy it because hell, anything is always funny when it's not directed to you, right? Small purser Uh I hate small pursers. Okay, so fine. We're attending a function. Lady A goes with a little function purse which is what should you do when attending a grand event, you know, small glamorous purse ala-ala Saloma zaman dulu-dulu. I have no issues whatsoever with you, unless you come to me and go, "Oh my God, what's with the huge handbag!" The thing with little pursers are that after they caci you for your big dowdy handbag, they tend to want your assistance, like, "Can you keep my camera in your bag? My keys? My handphone? My wallet? My cat? My husband?" I mean, the point of going anywhere with... (more)