<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362</id><updated>2011-11-01T18:21:37.985-07:00</updated><category term='pastel'/><category term='aniversario'/><category term='festa'/><category term='brigadeiro'/><title type='text'>SHARON PEREZ    UTILIDADES, BOAS IDÉIAS E SUSPIROS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-5386931981426349737</id><published>2011-06-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T18:48:12.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo</title><content type='html'>Exatamente um ano se passou desde meu último post...estamos em junho de 2011...Quero voltar a escrever aqui,mas minha vida está tão corrida...2 crianças,trabalho,casa...mas vou tentar,pelo menos escrever um post por semana...De Volta ao mundo virtual!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-5386931981426349737?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/5386931981426349737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5386931981426349737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5386931981426349737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-3652020489753558000</id><published>2010-05-28T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:14:51.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesinhas da minha vida!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pois é...nasceu a Ciàra,uma linda menina,cheia de saúde,um anjo de bebê, é super tranquila...&lt;br /&gt;A Gaëlle adora a maninha...mas pede atenção toda vez que a mamãe está cuidando da Ciàra.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me sinto confusa,não sei até que ponto devo dar&amp;nbsp;importância&amp;nbsp;as birras da Gaëlle,brigo ou faço carinho??? Não é fácil!!!&lt;br /&gt;Agora sou mãe de duas lindas meninas....que me enchem de alegria!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/TAB811VkHmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NvyUhDqUpNY/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/TAB811VkHmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NvyUhDqUpNY/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-3652020489753558000?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/3652020489753558000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/TAB811VkHmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NvyUhDqUpNY/s72-c/IMG_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-6735459294373914731</id><published>2010-04-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:19:23.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A chegada do bebê...</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que não escrevo faz um tempão,mas hj é um dia especial e resolvi deixar um recadinho....Hoje minha segunda filha nasce....estou&amp;nbsp;tranqüila,mas ansiosa...louca para ver a carinha da Ciàra(lê-se Kira)....&lt;br /&gt;Pequena princesa...seja bem vinda!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-6735459294373914731?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-2254513797626989592</id><published>2009-12-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:57:05.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A procura de joaninhas e trevinhos....</title><content type='html'>Pessoal,&lt;br /&gt;Estou procurando motivos infantis para o quarto da minha bebê,quero recepcioná-la com uma decoração de joaninhas e trevinhos...um jardim lindo cheio de flores....Então se vcs souberem quem faz kits de higiene, patchwork e outro trabalho artesanal com umas joaninhas bem lindas me falem ,por favor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SylGribKrpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/usvfGnkqIZI/s1600-h/joaninhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SylGribKrpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/usvfGnkqIZI/s320/joaninhas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/danimansurbenford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-2254513797626989592?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/2254513797626989592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/12/procura-de-joaninhas-e-trevinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/2254513797626989592'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-7741886796911383444</id><published>2009-12-16T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:30:41.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou a hora de voltar!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gente,eu estava com saudades de escrever no blog,mas confesso que qdo eu tinha tempo batia a preguiça....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas é que tenho tantas novidades que acho legal compartilhar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em primeiro lugar para quem ainda não sabe, serei mamãe novamente e de outra menina a qual daremos o nome de Ciàra(lê-se Kira) é um nome de origem irlandesa e quer dizer morena dos olhos castanhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou muito feliz em ser mamãe novamente,não estava programado para ser agora,mas papai do céu é quem manda...E nós receberemos esse espírito com muito amor e carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora estamos naquela fase de enxoval novamente,da Gaëlle eu não guardei quase nada,então estamos preparando tudo de novo,mas o bom é que mãe de segunda viagem aprende muitas coisas e não comete aqueles exageros que fazemos para o primeiro filho,é tudo bem mais econômico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Também descobri sites e pessoas que fazem  MARAVILHAS...artesanatos lindos e perfeitos para bebês e crianças e aos poucos eu vou comentando e indicando os blogs e site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por enquanto fico por aqui...final de ano é sempre a maior correria...vou arrumar meus armários pois a sogra tá chegando e tem que estar tudo nos trinques...rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Beijos mil!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-7741886796911383444?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/7741886796911383444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/12/chegou-hora-de-voltar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/7741886796911383444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/7741886796911383444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/12/chegou-hora-de-voltar.html' title='Chegou a hora de voltar!!!!'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-346709318954164478</id><published>2009-07-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:20:38.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida apressada....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oi Pessoal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Essa vida apressada....às vezes me questiono se vale a pena viver assim tão apressadamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas sem muito tempo de parar...logo vejo que não tem mais jeito....acho que a pressa está no sangue...está no jeito....está presente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Para quem me conhece sabe,que mesmo sem pressa estou sempre apressada....é tudo rapidinho...tudo para ontem...sem perder muito tempo,tudo muito prático...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E a pressa me move,move minha vida,a pressa é o meu ritmo....não tem jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Desculpa gente,foi apenas um desabafo....Saudades de escrever no meu blog...mas minhas 1.000 e uma tarefas às vezes me impedem....meu dia deveria ter pelo menos 48horas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Logo,logo volto a escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas fica uma dúvida, será mesmo que a gripe suína é tão inocente qto dizem???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-346709318954164478?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/346709318954164478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-apressada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/346709318954164478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/346709318954164478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-apressada.html' title='A vida apressada....'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-736861733193741613</id><published>2009-07-07T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:42:49.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A despedida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Hoje faz 2 anos que a mãe retornou a nossa verdadeira pátria,mas a saudades ainda é grande....mãe te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;A ajuda no desencarne...(esse é só um fragmento de um texto de Jorge Hessen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;O equilíbrio mental dos familiares, ante o desencarne, será de fundamental importância na recuperação do Espírito. Pensamentos de revolta e desespero o atingem como dardos mentais de dor e angústia, dificultando a sua recuperação. A atitude inconformista da família pode criar "teias de retenção", prendendo o Espírito ao seu corpo. É natural que muitos chorem na hora da morte, porém, contendo o desespero. É mister que nos resignemos diante desse fenômeno natural da vida, ainda que, por vezes, inesperado, vendo, nisso, a manifestação da Sábia Vontade que nos comanda os destinos. Em verdade, as lágrimas podem, até, aliviar-nos o coração, entretanto, a atitude do espírita deve ser de compreensão e oração. O dia que tivermos certeza de que o que enterramos não é este ou aquele ser, mas um corpo que serviu para a valorização existencial de alguém que amamos, e que esse alguém estará sempre presente em nossa memória, pois que, experimentamos, apenas, um intervalo momentâneo, se comparado à eternidade, nosso comportamento será outro, muito mais harmonioso com esse fenômeno biológico, a que denominamos "morte".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Jorge Hessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;http://jorgehessen.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-736861733193741613?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/736861733193741613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/despedida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/736861733193741613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/736861733193741613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/despedida.html' title='A despedida...'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-5463637931196775673</id><published>2009-07-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:38:29.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivae no ar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkyqLuASXDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/w7iGgIsU11o/s1600-h/Logo+Festivae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkyqLuASXDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/w7iGgIsU11o/s320/Logo+Festivae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353841175341194290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Dia!!! Estou muito feliz!O primeiro material de divulgação da FESTIVAE EVENTOS já está na rua!!!! Gostaria muito que vocês dessem uma espiadia no site.&lt;div&gt;www.festivae.com.br &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FESTIVAE "O sucesso do seu evento, é a nossa especialidade".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-5463637931196775673?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/5463637931196775673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/festivae-no-ar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5463637931196775673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5463637931196775673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/07/festivae-no-ar.html' title='Festivae no ar....'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkyqLuASXDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/w7iGgIsU11o/s72-c/Logo+Festivae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-4564155466347361502</id><published>2009-06-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T06:14:00.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFINIÇÃO DE SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Pessoal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Esse texto é lindo!!!!!é uma lição de vida e de espiritualidade....Vale a pena dar uma lida!!!Esse texto eu tirei do blog da Samara Felippo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="15920"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;DEFINIÇÃO DE SAUDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Médico cancerologista, já calejado com longos 29 anos de atuação profissional, com toda vivência e experiência que o exercício da medicina nos traz, posso afirmar que cresci e me modifiquei com os dramas vivenciados pelos meus pacientes. Dizem que a dor é quem ensina a gemer. Não conhecemos nossa verdadeira dimensão, até que, pegos pela adversidade, descobrimos que somos capazes de ir muito mais além. Descobrimos uma força mágica que nos ergue, nos anima, e não raro, nos descobrimos confortando aqueles que vieram para nos confortar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Um dia, um anjo passou por mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;No início da minha vida profissional, senti-me atraído em tratar crianças, me entusiasmei com a oncologia infantil. Tinha, e tenho ainda hoje, um carinho muito grande por crianças. Elas nos enternecem e nos surpreendem como suas maneiras simples e diretas de ver o mundo, sem meias verdades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Nós médicos somos treinados para nos sentirmos "deuses". Só que não o somos! Não acho o sentimento de onipotência de todo ruim, se bem dosado. É este sentimento que nos impulsiona, que nos ajuda a vencer desafios, a se rebelar contra a morte e a tentar ir sempre mais além. Se mal dosado, porém, este sentimento será de arrogância e prepotência, o que não é bom. Quando perdemos um paciente, voltamos à planície, experimentamos o fracasso e os limites que a ciência nos impõe e entendemos que não somos deuses. Somos forçados a reconhecer nossos limites! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Recordo-me com emoção do Hospital do Câncer de Pernambuco, onde dei meus primeiros passos como profissional. Nesse hospital, comecei a freqüentar a enfermaria infantil, e a me apaixonar pela oncopediatria. Mas também comecei a vivenciar os dramas dos meus pacientes, particularmente os das crianças, que via como vítimas inocentes desta terrível doença que é o câncer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Com o nascimento da minha primeira filha, comecei a me acovardar ao ver o sofrimento destas crianças. Até o dia em que um anjo passou por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Meu anjo veio na forma de uma criança já com 11 anos, calejada porém por 2 longos anos de tratamentos os mais diversos, hospitais, exames, manipulações, injeções, e todos os desconfortos trazidos pelos programas de quimioterapias e radioterapia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Mas nunca vi meu anjo fraquejar. Já a vi chorar sim, muitas vezes, mas não via fraqueza em seu choro. Via medo em seus olhinhos algumas vezes, e isto é humano! Mas via confiança e determinação. Ela entregava o bracinho à enfermeira, e com uma lágrima nos olhos dizia: faça tia, é preciso para eu ficar boa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Um dia, cheguei ao hospital de manhã cedinho e encontrei meu anjo sozinho no quarto. Perguntei pela mãe. E comecei a ouvir uma resposta que ainda hoje não consigo contar sem vivenciar profunda emoção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Meu anjo respondeu: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- Tio, disse-me ela, às vezes minha mãe sai do quarto para chorar escondido nos corredores. Quando eu morrer, acho que ela vai ficar com muita saudade de mim. Mas eu não tenho medo de morrer, tio. Eu não nasci para esta vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Pensando no que a morte representava para crianças, que assistem seus heróis morrerem e ressuscitarem nos seriados e filmes, indaguei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- E o que morte representa para você, minha querida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- Olha tio, quando agente é pequena, às vezes, vamos dormir na cama do nosso pai e no outro dia acordamos no nosso quarto, em nossa própria cama não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;(Lembrei minhas filhas, na época crianças de 6 e 2 anos, costumavam dormir no meu quarto e após dormirem eu procedia exatamente assim.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- É isso mesmo, e então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- Vou explicar o que acontece, continuou ela: Quando nós dormimos, nosso pai vem e nos leva nos braços para o nosso quarto, para nossa cama, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- É isso mesmo querida, você é muito esperta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- Olha tio, eu não nasci para esta vida! Um dia eu vou dormir e o meu Pai vem me buscar. Vou acordar na casa Dele, na minha vida verdadeira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Fiquei "entupigaitado". Boquiaberto, não sabia o que dizer. Chocado com o pensamento deste anjinho, com a maturidade que o sofrimento acelerou, com a visão e grande espiritualidade desta criança, fiquei parado, sem ação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- E minha mãe vai ficar com muitas saudades minha, emendou ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Emocionado, travado na garganta, contendo uma lágrima e um soluço, perguntei ao meu anjo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- E o que saudade significa para você, minha querida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;- Não sabe não tio? Saudade é o amor que fica!          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Hoje, aos 53 anos de idade, desafio qualquer um dar uma definição melhor, mais direta e mais simples para a palavra saudade: é o amor que fica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Um anjo passou por mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Foi enviado para me dizer que existe muito mais entre o céu e a terra, do que nos permitimos enxergar. Que geralmente, absolutilizamos tudo que é relativo (carros novos, casas, roupas de grife, jóias) enquanto relativizamos a única coisa absoluta que temos, nossa transcendência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Meu anjinho já se foi, há longos anos. Mas me deixou uma grande lição, vindo de alguém que jamais pensei, por ser criança e portadora de grave doença, e a quem nunca mais esqueci. Deixou uma lição que ajudou a melhorar a minha vida, a tentar ser mais humano e carinhoso com meus doentes, a repensar meus valores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Hoje, quando a noite chega e o céu está limpo, vejo uma linda estrela a quem chamo "meu anjo, que brilha e resplandece no céu. Imagino ser ela,  fulgurante em sua nova e eterna casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Obrigado anjinho, pela vida bonita que teve, pelas lições que ensinastes, pela ajuda que me destes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Que bom que existe saudades! O amor que ficou é eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Rogério Brandão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ececmsonormal"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm;   font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Médico oncologista clinico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-4564155466347361502?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/4564155466347361502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/definicao-de-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/4564155466347361502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/4564155466347361502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/definicao-de-saudade.html' title='DEFINIÇÃO DE SAUDADE'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-5408393522837841216</id><published>2009-06-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:37:22.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brigadeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Essa é de dar água na boca!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mariabrigadeiro.com.br/"&gt;http://www.mariabrigadeiro.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-5408393522837841216?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/5408393522837841216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/essa-e-de-dar-agua-na-boca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5408393522837841216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5408393522837841216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/essa-e-de-dar-agua-na-boca.html' title='Essa é de dar água na boca!!!'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-7566364424808258975</id><published>2009-06-23T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:03:52.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É São João!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkGzLcwStXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yZ6PefF6e1Q/s1600-h/DSC05553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkGzLcwStXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yZ6PefF6e1Q/s320/DSC05553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350754841571538290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O balão vai subindo,vem caindo a garoa....&lt;div&gt;o céu é tão lindo,a noite é tão boa ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São João,São João acende a fogueira no meu coração!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha a caipirinha mais linda do mundo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-7566364424808258975?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/7566364424808258975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-sao-joao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/7566364424808258975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/7566364424808258975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-sao-joao.html' title='É São João!!!'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkGzLcwStXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yZ6PefF6e1Q/s72-c/DSC05553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-7981419098262709285</id><published>2009-06-23T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:48:35.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relógios perfumados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); line-height: 78px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu marido vai adorar esse relógio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"  style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: normal; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"  style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como adoro novidades estava dando uma espiada no blog bemlegaus.blogspot.com e olha só o que encontrei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muito bacana,além disso são lindos os relógios.A Venexx produz relógios que têm vaporizadores de perfume embutidos.São em aço inox e pulseira de couro que vêm com os vários apetrechos necessários para deixar cheiroso todo o lugar por onde você passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma chave para abrir o compartimento do perfume, um pequeno funil, uma espécie de pipeta e claro, um frasco com doses que duram entre 50 e 60 borrifadas. Os relógios Venexx têm tecnologia suíça e custam entre 109 e 149 euros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amei!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkExXxcRqoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kDYPBzkqt9Q/s1600-h/Venexx-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkExXxcRqoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kDYPBzkqt9Q/s320/Venexx-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350612116771547778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkExXq1avGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0myW3t8UBRE/s1600-h/Venexx-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkExXq1avGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0myW3t8UBRE/s320/Venexx-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350612114997951586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:6;color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 78px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkEwoC0KEOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SNwDlgAPZ00/s1600-h/Venexx-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-7981419098262709285?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/7981419098262709285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/relogios-perfumados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/7981419098262709285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/7981419098262709285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/relogios-perfumados.html' title='Relógios perfumados'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SkExXxcRqoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kDYPBzkqt9Q/s72-c/Venexx-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-8929929708694055786</id><published>2009-06-22T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:21:49.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liga das Mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;LIGA DAS MULHERES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Ontem eu estava vendo o fantástico,quase nunca assisto,mas ontem me deu vontade e por acaso, assim que liguei a TV estava começando o novo quadro “A liga das mulheres”. Então me interessei....mulheres ou maravilhas???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;O Fantástico viu a necessidade de falar com esse público tão importante e que provavelmente seja o que dá maior IBOPE para a Globo nessa hora. O que toda mulher quer saber hoje em dia??Como conciliar,casa,filhos,trabalho,marido...e ela própria...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt; Eu, muitas vezes quero dar uma de mulher maravilha....ser tudo isso e um pouco mais. Adoro trabalhar fora,ser uma profissional,nesse mercado tão concorrido. Adoro estar com a minha filha,brincar,levar na pracinha,passear,ir até a escola participar das atividades. Cuidar da casa e cozinhar não é muito o meu forte,mas gosto de ter minha casa organizada,limpinha....a verdade é que eu gostaria de almoçar e jantar fora todos os dias,mas se fizer isso, vou a falência!E além disso tudo, se cuidar,”tentar” se manter em forma e bonita,para mim mesma e para o maridão é claro....Cuidar do relacionamento que também precisa de cuidados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;E o meu momento??? E aquele artesanato?aquela leitura?aquele momento de não fazer nada???Será que eu consigo??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Será que a LIGA DAS MULHERES consegue me ajudar???rsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF9966;"&gt;Respondam mulheres maravilhas!!O que vocês fazem e como fazem para conseguir fazer tudo isso!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF9966;"&gt;Bjos com carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-8929929708694055786?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/8929929708694055786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/liga-das-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/8929929708694055786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/8929929708694055786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/liga-das-mulheres.html' title='Liga das Mulheres'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-1942560406895174567</id><published>2009-06-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:11:24.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade,bom gosto e uma pitada de estilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pessoal,&lt;div&gt;Como eu havia falado, para receber os amigos com estilo,não precisa muito,o que vale é o carinho e a criatividade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhem que graça ficou essa mesa...achei no blog das Rainhas do lar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/Sj-euWVtz2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zd7jRAdaeYo/s1600-h/jantae.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/Sj-euWVtz2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zd7jRAdaeYo/s400/jantae.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169401447272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-1942560406895174567?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/1942560406895174567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/simplicidadebom-gosto-e-uma-pitada-de.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-8459639555095373300</id><published>2009-06-20T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:02:41.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pessoal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pastelada foi um sucesso!!!!Fizemos pastel de carne,frango e queijo....e de sobremesa,goiabada e brigadeiro....Sucesso!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como é bom reunir amigos,preparei tudo para recebê-los,até velas para dar um clima intimista...para fazer uma reunião em casa não precisa muita coisa,é só usar a criatividade e fazer tudo com cuidado e carinho.....tenho certeza que vai dar um charme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada amigos pela presença!Amei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-8459639555095373300?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/8459639555095373300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/pessoal-pastelada-foi-um-sucessofizemos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/8459639555095373300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/8459639555095373300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/pessoal-pastelada-foi-um-sucessofizemos.html' title=''/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjzfK7H_3hI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6qtahE82JDs/s72-c/DSC05480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-6316395673702867208</id><published>2009-06-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:05:13.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pastel'/><title type='text'>Pastelada!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pessoal hoje vai ter lá em casa uma pastelada,uns amigos gaúchos vão jantar lá e como as crianças também vão e eu estava com muito desejo de comer pastel,achamos que seria gostoso....Terão 6 sabores 4 salgados e 2 doces.Amanhã eu conto como foi!!!bjos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-6316395673702867208?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/6316395673702867208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/pastelada.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/6316395673702867208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/6316395673702867208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/pastelada.html' title='Pastelada!!!!'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-7665595531533745147</id><published>2009-06-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:53:18.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita do Frango</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;A pedidos vou postar a receita do frango que comi na casa dos meus amigos Amaro e Vivi.A foto está logo abaixo.É muito fácil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Você pega mais ou menos 6 sobrecoxas de frango,pode usar tb coxinhas ou filé  coloca num refratário,coloca uma cebola e pimentão cortados em quadrados(eu prefiro cortado em fatias),e coloca por cima 1 pacote e  meio de creme de cebola e cobre tudo com cerveja(dependendo do tamanho do refratário você vai usar 1 ou 2 latinhas.Depois é só colocar no forno alto e esperar,demora em torno de 1h e meia a 2 horas.....fica MA-RA-VI-LHO-SO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Sarah,depois que você fizer me conta se o pessoal gostou,tá?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Beijos querida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-7665595531533745147?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/7665595531533745147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/receita-do-frango.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/7665595531533745147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/7665595531533745147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/receita-do-frango.html' title='Receita do Frango'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-3966522728519593423</id><published>2009-06-19T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:58:57.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torta de Espinafre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post uncustomized-post-template" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-bottom: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Meninas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Essa receita eu tirei do blog http://dezminutosepronto.blogspot.com, vale a pena dar uma olhada,eu fiz aqui em casa.Não gosto muito de espinafre,mas acho que é necessário na alimentação e tb tenho uma bebê que precisa comer essas coisas,então estava com pressa e não sabia o que faria com o espinafre e o blog das meninas me deu essa idéia,eu fiz e 30 minutos estava pronto...é muito rápido e fica delicioso!!!Experimentem....para um lanchinho da tarde fica ótimo!!!Pode variar o recheio trocar por aquilo que vc tem disponivel, verduras, legumes, frios, carnes.. o que quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233923175548446082" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnT6_XXoJOY/SKKhZcw_5YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BVoIXSAwFMU/s320/DSC08481.JPG" border="0" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Foto By LuLu na Italia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 xicara de leite&lt;br /&gt;1 ovo&lt;br /&gt;1/2 xic de oleo&lt;br /&gt;3 col (sopa) de queijo parmesao ralado&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cebola&lt;br /&gt;7 col (sopa) de farinha de trigo&lt;br /&gt;Sal e pimenta a gosto&lt;br /&gt;Fermento em pò&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Preaqueça o forno a 180°C&lt;br /&gt;2- Bata todos os ingredientes no liquidificador. Por ultimo o fermento.&lt;br /&gt;3- Despeje metade da mistura numa forma refrataria untada com oleo.&lt;br /&gt;4- Coloque o recheio cobrindo toda a massa. No meu caso foi espinafre refogado com um pouco de azeite, alho e sal.&lt;br /&gt;5- Despeje a outra metade da mistura cobrindo o recheio.&lt;br /&gt;6- Leve ao forno por 30 minutos. Ou até dourar por cima. Coma quente, morno ou frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-3966522728519593423?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/3966522728519593423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/torta-de-espinafre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/3966522728519593423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/3966522728519593423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/torta-de-espinafre.html' title='Torta de Espinafre'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnT6_XXoJOY/SKKhZcw_5YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BVoIXSAwFMU/s72-c/DSC08481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-5638260361869988373</id><published>2009-06-17T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:24:42.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjjtzUJa_HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8n-rT1mZgiY/s1600-h/elegance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjjtzUJa_HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8n-rT1mZgiY/s400/elegance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348286023339801714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 17px; font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Existe uma coisa difícil de ser ensinada e que, talvez por isso, esteja cada vez mais rara: a elegância do comportamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um dom que vai muito além do uso correto dos talheres ou dizer um simples obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a elegância que nos acompanha da primeira hora da manhã até a hora de dormir e que se manifesta nas situações mais prosaicas... Quando não há nenhum fotógrafo por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível vê-la nas pessoas que elogiam mais do que criticam... Nas pessoas que escutam mais do que falam.... E quando falam, passam longe da fofoca e das maldades ampliadas no boca a boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível detectá-la nas pessoas que não usam um tom superior de voz ao se dirigir a frentistas, por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;Nas pessoas que evitam assuntos constrangedores porque não sentem prazer em humilhar os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegante é quem demonstra interesse por assuntos que desconhece, é quem presenteia fora das datas festivas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oferecer flores é sempre elegante...&lt;br /&gt;É elegante você fazer algo por alguém, e este alguém jamais o saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É elegante não mudar seu estilo apenas para se adaptar ao outro...&lt;br /&gt;É muito elegante não falar de dinheiro em bate-papos informais.&lt;br /&gt;É elegante retribuir carinho e solidariedade. É elegante o silêncio, diante de uma rejeição...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há livro que ensine alguém a ter uma visão generosa do mundo, a estar nele de uma forma não arrogante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, sempre é muito elegante e faz um bem danado para a alma... Olhar nos olhos, ao conversar, é essencialmente elegante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se tentar capturar esta delicadeza natural pela observação, mas tentar imitá-la é improdutivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saída é desenvolver em si mesmo a arte de conviver, que independe de status social: se os amigos não merecem uma certa cordialidade, os desafetos é que não irão desfrutá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-5638260361869988373?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/5638260361869988373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/existe-uma-coisa-dificil-de-ser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5638260361869988373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5638260361869988373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/existe-uma-coisa-dificil-de-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjjtzUJa_HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8n-rT1mZgiY/s72-c/elegance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-1900186750723719500</id><published>2009-06-12T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T06:18:40.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM_qXbhZmI/AAAAAAAAADs/ubu9nTkXbE4/s1600-h/DSC05435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM_qXbhZmI/AAAAAAAAADs/ubu9nTkXbE4/s400/DSC05435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346687179695416930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM-vgzqXLI/AAAAAAAAADk/3Y270noD4vM/s1600-h/DSC05437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM-vgzqXLI/AAAAAAAAADk/3Y270noD4vM/s400/DSC05437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346686168600304818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FELIZ DIA DOS NAMORADOS!!!Hoje o romance esta no ar!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui em casa,este ano optamos em ficar em casa curtindo esta data a 3!!!(André,Eu e Gaëlle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi ótimo,assistimos filme e ficamos juntinhos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu ganhei um All Star  rosa,muito lindo e a Gaëlle ganhou umas botinhas para o inverno!!!E dei para o André um óleo de banho e um gel de banho do boticário....Segue a foto do meu presente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-1900186750723719500?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/1900186750723719500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/1900186750723719500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/1900186750723719500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Feliz Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM_qXbhZmI/AAAAAAAAADs/ubu9nTkXbE4/s72-c/DSC05435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-5574720794724056116</id><published>2009-06-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:38:42.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriado!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM5Kldxz7I/AAAAAAAAADc/An0lYE83UKg/s1600-h/mesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM5Kldxz7I/AAAAAAAAADc/An0lYE83UKg/s400/mesa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346680036637396914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM5Ke7klPI/AAAAAAAAADU/u_ZzJkdHnWc/s1600-h/frango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM5Ke7klPI/AAAAAAAAADU/u_ZzJkdHnWc/s400/frango.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346680034883310834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi Pessoal,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O feriado foi bem chuvoso....acabei ficando em casa....sem fazer nada!!!Mas foi bom....fiquei com meus amores(marido e filhota).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A noite fomos jantar na casa de um amigo do Sul que está morando aqui em Campo Grande,ele e a esposa nos receberam com o maior carinho,aperitivos,queijo,salaminho,um patê de cebola,azeitonas,pão....uma delícia!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos,obrigada pelo jantar,estava ótimo,pena que tinha que trabalhar no dia seguinte....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah....No menu teve um frango com cerveja,super fácil de fazer,depois coloco a receita aqui.E uma sobremesa com bolacha e creme de leite......estava tudo maravilhoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-5574720794724056116?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/5574720794724056116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/feriado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5574720794724056116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/5574720794724056116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/feriado.html' title='Feriado!!!'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjM5Kldxz7I/AAAAAAAAADc/An0lYE83UKg/s72-c/mesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-1058914222657677926</id><published>2009-06-11T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:14:10.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjEqCeM5QTI/AAAAAAAAADM/hNwdLL8191w/s1600-h/butterflykc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjEqCeM5QTI/AAAAAAAAADM/hNwdLL8191w/s400/butterflykc9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346100454620741938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa foto me deixou hipnotizada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-1058914222657677926?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/1058914222657677926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/essa-foto-me-deixou-hipinotizada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/1058914222657677926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/1058914222657677926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/essa-foto-me-deixou-hipinotizada.html' title=''/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yruu4ymdu-M/SjEqCeM5QTI/AAAAAAAAADM/hNwdLL8191w/s72-c/butterflykc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668668336959122362.post-28122586205890723</id><published>2009-06-10T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:52:24.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Começo</title><content type='html'>Começo hoje a escrever no meu Blog!!!Ainda não sei usar muito bem as ferramentas,mas aos poucos aprendo!!!Conto com a participação de amigos reais e virtuais!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UTILIDADES,por que adoro...Tudo tem que ser útil e prático(tentando equilibrar cuidados com meio ambiente,adoro reciclar)....eu vivo fuçando essas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOAS IDEIAS,por que é disse que eu vivo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E finalmente SUSPIROS,pode ser o de comer...rsrs,mas pensei em algo mais filosófico,mais rômantico....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668668336959122362-28122586205890723?l=sharonsperez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/feeds/28122586205890723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/comeco-hoje.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/28122586205890723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668668336959122362/posts/default/28122586205890723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonsperez.blogspot.com/2009/06/comeco-hoje.html' title='O Começo'/><author><name>SHARON PEREZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11513698406576689116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMsDdP-Wxis/TrCaZDq3SqI/AAAAAAAAALI/--BQl7VQBT0/s220/Foto0015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
