<?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-2313618898409131947</id><updated>2011-10-21T14:02:07.745-07:00</updated><category term='THEA'/><category term='Jocuri si jucarii'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='TERAPIE ABA'/><category term='PASI DE INGER'/><category term='LOGOPEDIE'/><category term='MARGINI DE CER'/><category term='RUTY'/><title type='text'>Fairytopia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-4933630262080443276</id><published>2011-01-19T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T04:48:43.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALEG</title><content type='html'>Este liniste . cafeaua mea e inca aburinda. Ultimele stele palesc in timp ce mijesc zorii…Pentru urmatoarele ore voi fi expusa cerintelor zilei. &lt;br /&gt;Acum, si numai acum este vremea sa fac unele alegeri…Si pentru ca in urma cu 2000 de ani Isus a urcat Calvarul, murind  in locul meu, sunt libera sa aleg. Astfel ca... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aleg sa iubesc… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nici o imprejurare nu justifica ura, nici o nedreptate nu indreptateste amaraciunea. Aleg dragostea. Astazi Il voi iubi pe Dumnezeu si tot ce iubeste El. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aleg sa ma bucur… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Il invit pe Dumnezeu sa fie Dumnezeul meu, sa domneasca peste orice imprejurare. Voi refuza sa privesc problemele ca altceva decat simple ocazii ce mi se ofera pentru a-L vedea pe Dumnezeu la lucru. Aleg sa ma bucur de El! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aleg sa raman in pace.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Voi trai ca om care sa stie iertat. Voi ierta la randul meu, ca sa pot trai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aleg sa fiu rabdator… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Voi trece cu privirea stangaciile altora. In loc sa-i vorbesc de rau pe cei care ma supara, ii voi binecuvanta. In loc de a ma plange ca am de asteptat, Ii voi multumi lui Dumnezeu pentru clipele de asteptare in care ma pot ruga Lui. In loc sa reactionez in fata noilor sarcini, le voi indeplini plin de bucurie si curaj. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aleg sa fiu buna cu cei din jurul meu… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Voi fi buna cu cei saraci, pentru ca sunt singuri. Buna si cei bogati, pentru ca sunt framantati de multe temeri. Si voi fi buna si cu cei rai, fiidca exact asa S-a purtat Dumnezeu cu mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aleg sa fiu onesta, sa fac binele…&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Voi fi atenta cu propriile mele greseli inainte de a acuza pe altcineva. Da, voi alege si astazi facerea de bine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aleg sa raman credincioasa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Astazi imi voi tine promisiunile. Prietenii mei nu vor regreta increderea pe care o au in mine. Familia mea nu se va indoi de dragostea mea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aleg sa fiu blanda… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nimic nu se castiga cu adevarat prin forta pumnului. Da, voi alege blandetea. Voi avea pretentii mari in ceea ce ma priveste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aleg sa ma stapanesc… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sunt o fiinta spirituala. Aleg stapanirea de sine. Ma voi lasa influientat numai de Dumnezeu. Ma voi lasa invatata numai de Hristos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea, bucuria , pacea, indelunga rabdarare, bunatatea, facerea de bine, credinciosia, blandetia, stapanirea de sine… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe acestea la aleg pentru ziua de astazi. Daca voi reusi sa le urmaresc clipa de clipa, Ii voi aduce multumiri lui Dumnezeu. Daca voi fi infranta, voi cauta fata Lui in rugaciune. Iar cand ziua se va sfarsi, imi voi culca capul linistit pe perna si ma voi odihni dupa inca o zi traita in prezenta lui Dumnezeu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traducere dupa Max Lucado – „When God Whispers Your Name"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-4933630262080443276?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/4933630262080443276/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=4933630262080443276' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4933630262080443276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4933630262080443276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2011/01/aleg.html' title='ALEG'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-8275847703383826085</id><published>2010-09-11T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:19:46.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'>TE IUBESC , TATI !</title><content type='html'>Te iubesc ! Si regret ca nu ti-am spus-o mai des . Ti-ai terminat calatoria pe acest pamant atat de brusc si neasteptat , incat inca te mai caut cu privirea asteptandu-ma se te zaresc in parc cu fetele sau in bucatarie privind pe geam . Imi este sufletul sfasiat si nu stiu cum o sa traiesc fara tine . Stiu unde esti , stiu ca iti este bine ; mai bine decat oricand , mai bine decat imi pot eu imagina , dar absenta ta doare teribil . &lt;br /&gt;De cand am deschis ochii pana acum tu ai fost langa mine . Stiam ca sunt in siguranta , ca oricat de dificila este situatia totul e ok , cat timp esti langa  mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc Domnului ca ne-a raspuns la rugaciuni si ca tu esti acum intr-un loc minunat , dar in acelasi timp ma rog Lui sa-mi dea putere sa indur viata fara tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-8275847703383826085?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/8275847703383826085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=8275847703383826085' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/8275847703383826085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/8275847703383826085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2010/09/te-iubesc-tati.html' title='TE IUBESC , TATI !'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-5013405368961226244</id><published>2010-07-01T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:54:28.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASI DE INGER'/><title type='text'>O "buba" care produce bucurie</title><content type='html'>- "&lt;b&gt; a aparut o buba la cot&lt;/b&gt; " ma anunta cu glascior cristalin C.&lt;br /&gt;Am intepenit si m-am uitat fix in ochii ei nevenindu-mi sa cred:&lt;br /&gt;- Poftim ?&lt;br /&gt;- " &lt;b&gt;a aparut o buba la cot . Vezi !&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Am privit-o fara sa pot scoate vreun cuvant, imi era inima prea plina de bucurie. In urma cu un an si doua luni , am intalnit-o prima data. Abia daca ma privea in ochii, singurele sunete pe care le scotea erau vocalele si cu glascior stins reusea sa spuna "mama" si "apa" fara sa inteleaga exact ce inseama. Pentru un moment in fata ochilor mi-a aparut copilul de atunci , speriat, care nu intelegea ce vreau de la el, de ce nu-l las in pace si care gasea refugiu in fluturatul mainilor.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost readusa in prezent de acelasi glascior :&lt;br /&gt;- " &lt;b&gt;Oana mea ? Vezi &lt;/b&gt;? "&lt;br /&gt;- Vad iubito ! &lt;br /&gt;Am mangaiat-o , fara sa o pot face sa inteleaga ce mare bucurie mi-a adus mie "buba de la cot".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-5013405368961226244?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/5013405368961226244/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=5013405368961226244' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/5013405368961226244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/5013405368961226244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-buba-care-produce-bucurie.html' title='O &quot;buba&quot; care produce bucurie'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-1050873203640563753</id><published>2010-07-01T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:38:18.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocuri si jucarii'/><title type='text'>TURN DE FRUCTE - GOULA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZK4u9bmx4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/zUtOFw4Dd3g/s1600-h/thumbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301502828272338818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZK4u9bmx4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/zUtOFw4Dd3g/s320/thumbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jocul acesta mi-a atras atentia din primul moment. In primul rand prin culori si calitate. Apoi am ajuns sa-i descopar si utilitatea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este pentru copii de peste 3 ani, dar eu l-am folosit si la copii mai mici ( 2 ani ).&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/2313618898409131947-1050873203640563753?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/1050873203640563753/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=1050873203640563753' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1050873203640563753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1050873203640563753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2010/07/turn-de-fructe-goula.html' title='TURN DE FRUCTE - GOULA'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZK4u9bmx4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/zUtOFw4Dd3g/s72-c/thumbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-7125277928790532419</id><published>2010-04-08T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:36:35.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'>INCA  UN  AN  FARA  TINE...</title><content type='html'>A suferi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sti&lt;br /&gt;Ce-nseamna-a suferi&lt;br /&gt;e sa ajungi&lt;br /&gt;sa-nveti s-asculti&lt;br /&gt;in toamne lungi&lt;br /&gt;copaci desculti...&lt;br /&gt;Si-atunci sa plangi&lt;br /&gt;prin frunze moi&lt;br /&gt;in cant de ploi...&lt;br /&gt;Sa-ncerci s-aduni&lt;br /&gt;de prin noroi,&lt;br /&gt;si amintiri &lt;br /&gt;si trandafiri...&lt;br /&gt;Sa-ncerci in zbor&lt;br /&gt;s-ajungi la nori&lt;br /&gt;cu aripi de dor,&lt;br /&gt;sa-ntrebi cocori&lt;br /&gt;daca au zarit&lt;br /&gt;un vis pribeag &lt;br /&gt;in infinit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suferi&lt;br /&gt;inseamn-a sti&lt;br /&gt;ce-i zborul frant al inimii&lt;br /&gt;rug inghetat,&lt;br /&gt;dar neuitat, &lt;br /&gt;un dor tacut,&lt;br /&gt;necunoscut, &lt;br /&gt;un cant pierdut...&lt;br /&gt;Inseamn-a fi avut vreodat'&lt;br /&gt;in sufletul greu tulburat&lt;br /&gt;neimpliniri&lt;br /&gt;si nerostiri...&lt;br /&gt;Argint fugar&lt;br /&gt;de plans amar,&lt;br /&gt;ivit in zori&lt;br /&gt;pe ochi si flori,&lt;br /&gt;printre fiori...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suferi&lt;br /&gt;inseamn-a sti&lt;br /&gt;cum e sa fi&lt;br /&gt;o frunza plansa pe trotuar,&lt;br /&gt;purtand o lacrima de jar&lt;br /&gt;in al nervurii labirint,&lt;br /&gt;un pescarus izbit de val,&lt;br /&gt;ranit de stanca unui mal&lt;br /&gt;inselator,&lt;br /&gt;cum e cand dorurile dor&lt;br /&gt;si cand sperantele iti mor&lt;br /&gt;si te si mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suferi&lt;br /&gt;e-un verb prea crud&lt;br /&gt;in ochiul ud&lt;br /&gt;de plans ascuns...&lt;br /&gt;E-un colt de cer&lt;br /&gt;ramas stingher&lt;br /&gt;si nepatruns, &lt;br /&gt;e un curcubeu insangerat&lt;br /&gt;ce in potiru-i fermecat&lt;br /&gt;din viata doar dureri a strans...&lt;br /&gt;E clipa grea &lt;br /&gt;ce poarta in ea&lt;br /&gt;un cantec trist si-ncatusat,&lt;br /&gt;inchis in suflet si lasat&lt;br /&gt;sa fie vesnic necantat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc ! ( dar tu stii asta deja )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-7125277928790532419?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/7125277928790532419/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=7125277928790532419' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/7125277928790532419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/7125277928790532419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2010/04/inca-un-fara-tine.html' title='INCA  UN  AN  FARA  TINE...'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-7569480955193458716</id><published>2010-03-30T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:43:43.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THEA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Thea , tu esti piticul meu !&lt;br /&gt;-Nu sunt pitic.&lt;br /&gt;-Atunci ce esti ?&lt;br /&gt;-Sunt...nimic. Da, sunt nimicu' tau !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buni, mi-ai luat bomboane ?&lt;br /&gt;- Da&lt;br /&gt;- Buni de unde ai bani ?&lt;br /&gt;- Am luat pensia.&lt;br /&gt;- Vreau sa ma fac mare sa iau si eu pensia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thea ce facem cu pampersul ? Il porti pana te mariti ?&lt;br /&gt;-Da&lt;br /&gt;-Si ce o sa faci ?&lt;br /&gt;- O sa-i spun lu barbatu' " barbate imi pui si mie pamperul ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-7569480955193458716?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/7569480955193458716/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=7569480955193458716' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/7569480955193458716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/7569480955193458716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2010/03/thea-tu-esti-piticul-meu-nu-sunt-pitic.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-4309695084103327707</id><published>2010-03-28T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:33:02.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOGOPEDIE'/><title type='text'>MIOGIMNASTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-4309695084103327707?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/4309695084103327707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=4309695084103327707' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4309695084103327707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4309695084103327707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2010/03/miogimnastica.html' title='MIOGIMNASTICA'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-7925696488512409903</id><published>2010-03-28T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:34:08.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TERAPIE ABA'/><title type='text'>MATERIALE TERAPIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/Alexxia/FRUCTE/"&gt;FRUCTE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/Alexxia/LEGUME/"&gt;LEGUME&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTIUNI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIJLOACE DE TRANSPORT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOBILIER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLADIRI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIJUTERII &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMBRACAMINTE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORME GEOMETRICE + FORME ASOCIATE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-7925696488512409903?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/7925696488512409903/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=7925696488512409903' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/7925696488512409903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/7925696488512409903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2010/03/materiale-terapie.html' title='MATERIALE TERAPIE'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-1871578757439703192</id><published>2010-02-07T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:43:09.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THEA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thea , in brate la ta-su, ii vede parul de pe piept:&lt;br /&gt;- Tati uite ai inca o mustata mareeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu am primit de Craciun o ominda din cauciuc ( mare binecuvantare pentru terapie ). Theei ii place in mod deosebit si de cate ori prinde ocazia se joaca cu ea. Azi vine si ma intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;- Mami omida asta e din plastic sau din om ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thea e inebunita dupa cai ( avem deja o mica herghelie - 9 caluti de jucarie ) . Azi se juca si se prefacea ce e cal. Pentru ca era desculta am suit-o pe pat si n-am mai lasat-o sa coboare ( pana venea Ruty cu papuceii ). Thea tot incerca sa scape. La un moment dat se uita in ochii mei si-mi spune raspicat:&lt;br /&gt;- Mami, eu sunt un calut de pe jos , nu un calut de pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetele trebuiau sa invete poeziile de Craciun. Thea o stia bine pe a ei , Ruty mai avea putin, asa ca o trimit pe Ruty sa repete poezia. Thea ca o umbra dupa ea. Mai tarziu vine Thea la mine , alarmata si-mi spune:&lt;br /&gt;- Ruty nu repeta&lt;br /&gt;- Bine, o sa vin sa vad ce face&lt;br /&gt;Thea pleaca in viteza.&lt;br /&gt;Ajunge la Ruty , se opreste langa ea si o fixeaza cu privirea ( Ruty isi repeta in gand poezia ). La un moment dat o remarca pe The asi o intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;- Thea , ce vrei ?"&lt;br /&gt;Thea ii respunde:&lt;br /&gt;-Thea ce vrei&lt;br /&gt;-Ce ai patit ?&lt;br /&gt;-Ce ai patit ?&lt;br /&gt;-Thea inceteaza ?&lt;br /&gt;-Thea inceteaza ?&lt;br /&gt;-Termina ?&lt;br /&gt;-Termina ?&lt;br /&gt;In momentul asta intervin eu ( ca Ruty deja fumega )&lt;br /&gt;- Thea ce faci ?&lt;br /&gt;- O invat pe Ruty ce inseamna sa repeti.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi spre Ruty:&lt;br /&gt;- Asta inseamna sa repeti , clar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami, nu-mi place fierul de calcat. Are prea multi ochii. Eu am doar doi ochi si nu-mi place de el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami stii ce s-a intampalt azi ? Buni m-a certat si mie mi-a venit ideea sa plang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thea daca nu mananci portocala nu primesti sandwiciul cu salam&lt;br /&gt;- Mami pot sa te intreb ceva ?&lt;br /&gt;- Da&lt;br /&gt;- Eu cand ma culc incepe sa-mi geama burtica de durere. Cum sa mananc pocotaia ?&lt;br /&gt;- Atunci nu mananci nici salam&lt;br /&gt;- Ba da, de la salam imi trece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamiiii, mi-a cumparat buni mancare de bomboane !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-1871578757439703192?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/1871578757439703192/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=1871578757439703192' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1871578757439703192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1871578757439703192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2010/02/thea-in-brate-la-ta-su-ii-vede-parul-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-1661578627237266714</id><published>2010-01-21T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:59:09.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASI DE INGER'/><title type='text'>"Ingerii mei "</title><content type='html'>Alexuta, Vic, Andrica, Razvi, Darius, Tudor, Ionut, Cris si Dragos. Ingerii mei. Ei m-au invatat ce inseamna sa iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Va multumesc, dragii mei. Si chiar daca drumurile noastre poate s-au despartit va port in suflet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-1661578627237266714?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/1661578627237266714/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=1661578627237266714' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1661578627237266714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1661578627237266714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2010/01/ingerii-mei.html' title='&quot;Ingerii mei &quot;'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-4827629842684542447</id><published>2009-06-27T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:37:17.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'>Gandaceii de apa si libelulele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SkZ1qgCzdhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/iQhe1qumALk/s1600-h/DSCN2805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SkZ1qgCzdhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/iQhe1qumALk/s320/DSCN2805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352094580193064466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jos sub suprafata unul lac linistit locuia o mica colonie de gandacei de apa.. Era o colonie fericita, traind departe de lumina soarelui. De foarte multe luni gandaceii erau foarte ocupati scormonind in namolul de pe fundul lacului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi ei au observat ca din cand in cand cineva din colonia lor isi pierdea interesul fata de ceea ce se intampla in colonie. Ajungea sa se agate de tuplina unui nufar si incet incet urca pe el . Si de atunci nu-l mai vedea nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“Priviti” a strigat unul din gandacei “unul din colonia noastra s-a suit pe tulpina de nufar. Oare unde se duce”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus,sus,sus urca gandacelul incet. Si chiar cand ei in priveau a disparut la suprafata apei. Prietenii lui au asteptat, si au asteptat, dar el nu s-a mai intors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“Ati vazut ?”spuse un gandacel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“Ce se intampla aici?” intreba altul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“Unde s-a dus?” intreba al treilea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nimeni nu avea nici un raspuns. Toti erau in incurcatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final unul din gandacei, lider in colonie, si-a adunat prietenii impreunasi le-a spus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“Am o idee. Urmatorul care se va sui pe tulpina de nufar trebuie sa promita ca se va intoarce inapoi sa ne povesteasca unde s-a dus si de ce”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“Promitem” au spus solemn ceilalti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi de primavara, nu la mult timp dupa aceasta intamplare, chiar acest gandac de apa ( cel care a venit cu propunerea ) s-a trezit atras de tulpina de nufar. Si pana sa inteleaga ce se intampla , sus, sus, sus a ajuns la suprafata lacului si a cazut pe o frunza verde , de nufa. Obosit fiind de aceasta calatorie , gandacelul a adormi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand s-a trezit, a privit in jur surprins. Nu-I venea sa creada ce vedea. In plus o schimbare senzationala se produsese cu vechiul sau corp. Miscandu-se a vazut ca i-au crescut patru aripi arginti si o coada lunga si gratioasa. A simtit un impuls sa miste din aripi. Caldura soarelui a uscat repede noul trup si cand a miscat din nou aripile a constatat cu uimire ca s-a ridicat deasupra apei. Gandacelul de apa se transformase intr-o libelula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A zuburat plin de bucurie prin aer. Era atat de incantat de noul mediu. Dupa un timp , obosit s-a oprit iar pe o frunza de nufar si privind in jos spre apa lacului si-a adus aminte de promisiunea facuta prietenilor lui. “Probabil ca acestia se intreaba ce s-a intamplat cu mine” s-a gandit el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fara a sta prea mult pe ganduri s-a avantat spre suprafata lacului , dar surpriza nu a putut intra in apa. Frumoasele lui aripi nu-I dadeau voie. Acum nu mai era un gandacel de apa , ci o libelula. Nu mai putea intra in apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Nu mai pot intra in apa” isi spuse el descuraja. “ Am incercat si am tot incercat, dar nu-mi pot tine promisiunea. Dar oricum chiar daca as reusi sa intru in apa, oare prietenii mei m-ar mai recunoaste cu aceste aripi arginti si cu coada mea lunga ? Cred ca tot ce pot face este sa astept pana cand vor devenii si ei libelule. Atunci vor intelege ce s-a intamplat cu mine si unde m-am dus”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si astfel libelula si-a intins aripile si plina de bucurie s-a avantat in minunata lume cu soare si aer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-4827629842684542447?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/4827629842684542447/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=4827629842684542447' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4827629842684542447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4827629842684542447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/06/gandaceii-de-apa-si-libelulele.html' title='Gandaceii de apa si libelulele'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SkZ1qgCzdhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/iQhe1qumALk/s72-c/DSCN2805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-2235981821543686297</id><published>2009-06-27T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:29:27.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMA e IUBIRE</title><content type='html'>"Era odata un licurici frumos, cel mai frumos. Si era altfel decât ceilalti, pentru ca licarea din ochii lui mari si negrii. Si licarirea lui era ca o vraja. Cine a vazut acel licurici nu-l va uita niciodata ... i-a intrat in suflet pentru vesnicie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/view_shared?p=88028d9eaeae0f93a00846&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-2235981821543686297?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/2235981821543686297/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=2235981821543686297' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/2235981821543686297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/2235981821543686297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/06/ema-e-iubire.html' title='EMA e IUBIRE'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-8593429442156409727</id><published>2009-06-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:30:23.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SjpPexWZDwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/IMngjlTMajY/s1600-h/Picture-492+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SjpPexWZDwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/IMngjlTMajY/s320/Picture-492+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348674897517809410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-8593429442156409727?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/8593429442156409727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=8593429442156409727' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/8593429442156409727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/8593429442156409727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SjpPexWZDwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/IMngjlTMajY/s72-c/Picture-492+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-6380124353372030423</id><published>2009-05-17T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:37:54.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Când S-a coborât Isus de pe munte, multe noroade au mers după El. &lt;br /&gt;Şi un lepros s-a apropiat de El, I s-a închinat, şi I-a zis: "Doamne, dacă vrei, poţi să mă curăţeşti." Isus a întins mâna, S-a atins de el, şi a zis: "Da, vreau, fii curăţit!" Îndată a fost curăţită lepra lui. &lt;br /&gt;Matei 8: 1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb…referitor la omul care a simtit atingerea plina de compasiune a Domnului Isus. El si-a facut o singura data aparitia, a avut o singura cerere si a primit o atingere. Dar aceasta atingere i-a schimbat viata pentru totdeauna…&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb despre aces tom, pentru ca in timpul Noului Testament lepra era cea mai groaznica boala.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta boala topea trupul, umpalndu-l de ulcer si putrefactive. Degetele deveneau curbate si noduroase. Pielea se decolora si imprasitia duhoare in jur. In anumite forme de lepra se pierdeau degete, sau chiar intreaga mana sau picior. Lepra era moarte centimetru cu centimetru.&lt;br /&gt;Consecintele sociale erau la fel de severe ca si cele fizice. Fiind considerat contagios, leprosul era trimis in carantina, fiind alungat intr-o colonie de leprosi.&lt;br /&gt;In Scriptura lepra are insemnatare simbolica ca o superma exilare: infectat de o boala necrutatoare, respins de cei pe care-I cunostea, evitate de cei pe care nu-I cunostea, condamnat la un viitor pe care nu-l poate suporta…&lt;br /&gt;Nu atingerea a vindecat boala, stii asta. Matei a fost foarte clar cand a mentionat ca declaratia si nu atingerea Domnului Isus l-a vindecat pe lepros: “Isus a întins mâna, S-a atins de el, şi a zis: "Da, vreau, fii curăţit!" Îndată a fost curăţită lepra lui. “&lt;br /&gt;Infectia a fost alungata de cuvantul Domnului Isus.&lt;br /&gt;Singuratatea insa a fost tratata prin atingerea Lui.&lt;br /&gt;Domnul Isus a atins ceea ce era de neatens in aceasta lume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-6380124353372030423?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/6380124353372030423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=6380124353372030423' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/6380124353372030423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/6380124353372030423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/05/cand-s-coborat-isus-de-pe-munte-multe.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-1281651731761615687</id><published>2009-05-10T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:31:22.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><title type='text'>GHIRLANDE CU PESTISORI</title><content type='html'>GHIRLANDE CU PESTISORI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aveti nevoie de:&lt;br /&gt;hartie colorata ( diferite culori )&lt;br /&gt;aracet&lt;br /&gt;sclipici&lt;br /&gt;snururi  ( se poate folosi ata sau guta )&lt;br /&gt;celofan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se rupe hartia in fasii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgchBjaRQcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YTSc5h_JmBA/s1600-h/DSCN1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgchBjaRQcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YTSc5h_JmBA/s320/DSCN1938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334268594212651458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se intinde foaia de celofan si se lipesc fasiile intre ele. Se da cu lipici si peste ele si se presara sclipici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/Sgch3dS_YmI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9BRFRNoOng0/s1600-h/DSCN1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/Sgch3dS_YmI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9BRFRNoOng0/s320/DSCN1939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334269520284443234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana se usuca fasiile lipite, se taie din carton/hartie colorata cercuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgciRMyRA9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/dAMdeKyb5Uw/s1600-h/DSCN1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgciRMyRA9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/dAMdeKyb5Uw/s320/DSCN1940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334269962528818130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se indoaie cercurile pe jumatate si se deseneaza jumatate de peste ( eu am desenat si scoici si stele de mare )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgclFVtNGfI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_DnEJyuhdG8/s1600-h/DSCN1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgclFVtNGfI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_DnEJyuhdG8/s320/DSCN1941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334273057299962354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se decupeaza desenele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgclupBlFkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2UYMaSWeuzs/s1600-h/DSCN1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgclupBlFkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2UYMaSWeuzs/s320/DSCN1942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334273766860330562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgcmMfEKnxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NQwyWNOQYLE/s1600-h/DSCN1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgcmMfEKnxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NQwyWNOQYLE/s320/DSCN1943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334274279582899986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dupa ce s-au uscat fasiile de harie lipite, se iau cercurile si se lipesc deasupra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/Sgcm_Iyg3TI/AAAAAAAAAVY/b1_9xAFcRxE/s1600-h/DSCN1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/Sgcm_Iyg3TI/AAAAAAAAAVY/b1_9xAFcRxE/s320/DSCN1944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334275149776608562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dupa ce se usuca lipiciul se decupeaza cercurile, iar rezultatul este acesta :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgcoKTv4yvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EGS9Ovcmu54/s1600-h/DSCN1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgcoKTv4yvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EGS9Ovcmu54/s320/DSCN1950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334276441208572658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pestisorii se pot lipii intre ei cu panglica , astfel obtinandu-se ghirlande.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-1281651731761615687?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/1281651731761615687/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=1281651731761615687' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1281651731761615687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1281651731761615687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/05/ghirlande-cu-pestisori.html' title='GHIRLANDE CU PESTISORI'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SgchBjaRQcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YTSc5h_JmBA/s72-c/DSCN1938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-4986906552282198064</id><published>2009-03-07T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:15:14.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'>Ancora pentru vremuri tulburi</title><content type='html'>Domnul este Păstorul meu: nu voi duce lipsă de nimic. &lt;br /&gt;El mă paşte în păşuni verzi, şi mă duce la ape de odihnă; &lt;br /&gt;îmi înviorează sufletul, şi mă povăţuieşte pe cărări drepte, din pricina Numelui Său. &lt;br /&gt;Chiar dacă ar fi să umblu prin valea umbrei morţii, nu mă tem de nici un rău, căci Tu eşti cu mine. Toiagul şi nuiaua Ta mă mângâie. &lt;br /&gt;Tu îmi întinzi masa în faţa potrivnicilor mei; îmi ungi capul cu untdelemn, şi paharul meu este plin de dă peste el. &lt;br /&gt;Da, fericirea şi îndurarea mă vor însoţi în toate zilele vieţii mele, şi voi locui în Casa Domnului până la sfârşitul zilelor mele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-4986906552282198064?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/4986906552282198064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=4986906552282198064' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4986906552282198064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4986906552282198064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/03/ancora-pentru-vremuri-tulburi.html' title='Ancora pentru vremuri tulburi'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-5384092057267106067</id><published>2009-02-18T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:27:19.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZyLA8GOiDI/AAAAAAAAARw/qWBXX-Pf5fg/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZyLA8GOiDI/AAAAAAAAARw/qWBXX-Pf5fg/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267309384108082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-5384092057267106067?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/5384092057267106067/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=5384092057267106067' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/5384092057267106067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/5384092057267106067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZyLA8GOiDI/AAAAAAAAARw/qWBXX-Pf5fg/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-136485118097249943</id><published>2009-02-15T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:16:10.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'>TE IUBESC !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZi7V25OcFI/AAAAAAAAARI/2URL4NSw3wk/s1600-h/iiiiiiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZi7V25OcFI/AAAAAAAAARI/2URL4NSw3wk/s320/iiiiiiii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303194545415942226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copilul Meu, te iubesc mai mult decat ai sa-ntelegi vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;Cand esti singur si neinteles, fara un gand macar de iubire, Eu langa tine clipa de clipa-ti ascult ruga fara rostire.&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimi ti se aduna in inima, dar Eu cunosc toate bataile ei. Poveri te apasa uneori, pune-le pe umerii Mei.&lt;br /&gt;Ai un secret ce ai vrea sa-l spui ? Sunt aici langa tine, Copilul Meu, si te iubesc. Mai mult decat ai sa intelegi vreodata !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-136485118097249943?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/136485118097249943/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=136485118097249943' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/136485118097249943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/136485118097249943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-iubesc.html' title='TE IUBESC !'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZi7V25OcFI/AAAAAAAAARI/2URL4NSw3wk/s72-c/iiiiiiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-177090852831233442</id><published>2009-02-13T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:50:45.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'>De dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZYJsjZGuwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0hj0bs66DwY/s1600-h/DSCN0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZYJsjZGuwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0hj0bs66DwY/s320/DSCN0692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302436272294771458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draga mea, imi este uneori atat de dor de tine. O parte din sufletul meu a plecat acum 5 ani cu tine si o parte din sufletul tau a ramas la mine.&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc si abia astept sa te strang in brate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smochin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai lasă-mă, Doamne, încă un an,&lt;br /&gt;În frunza cea verde şi-amară&lt;br /&gt;Să urce izvorul luminii prin ram,&lt;br /&gt;Ca rodul dorit să apară.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zadarnic am stat în pământul cel gras&lt;br /&gt;Cu apele dulci lângă mine,&lt;br /&gt;Căci seva cea vie în fructe n-am tras.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-s frunzele goale de Tine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mea rădăcină de mult a pierdut&lt;br /&gt;Dorinţa de-a creşte spre ape&lt;br /&gt;Frumos, dar pustiu pe pământ am crescut&lt;br /&gt;Şi-acum, umbre vin să mă-ngroape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochiul Tău cauţi vreun fruct rumenit&lt;br /&gt;În noaptea cea verde şi-adâncă,&lt;br /&gt;Dar umbră şi umbră e tot ce-am rodit…&lt;br /&gt;O, nu-mi blestema viaţa încă!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În inima mea de smochin fără rod&lt;br /&gt;Mă plouă cu apa Ta vie!&lt;br /&gt;Din lacrima crengii - durerii izvod&lt;br /&gt;-La anul, smochine-or să fie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ca şi Rut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca şi Rut mă aplec spre pământ, mă ridic,&lt;br /&gt;Să adun rodul Tău de pe-ogor, spic cu spic,&lt;br /&gt;Om cu om, pentru Tine, fie bun, fie rău&lt;br /&gt;-Orice boabă-i platită cu sângele Tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secerişul e-ntins, spice multe mai cad,&lt;br /&gt;Vreau s-alerg, să le strâng, iar când palmele-mi ard&lt;br /&gt;Şi când snopul devine mai greu, tot mai greu,&lt;br /&gt;Să le pun la picioarele Mirelui meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uitare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;N-am ştiut niciodată cât poate să doară&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bucuria uitării într-o minte de zdrenţe.&lt;br /&gt;Crezând c-a-nvăţat în sfârşit să dispară,&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea se cerne cu ploaia-n cadenţe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trotuarul îmi plânge-n baltoace triumful&lt;br /&gt;-În ele mă vad şi mă sperii de moarte.&lt;br /&gt;Uitarea iubirii m-aruncă-n adâncul&lt;br /&gt;Care pe mine de mine încet mă desparte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeste-ma , Tata&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e sufletul zob.&lt;br /&gt;Din zarile toate,&lt;br /&gt;de peste pamanturi si mari colindate,&lt;br /&gt;averea ce-am strans&lt;br /&gt;e pumnul de lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;sfielnic adus...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt lacrimi de rob.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt lacrimi de lut.&lt;br /&gt;Am pierdut&lt;br /&gt;tot ce-a fost mai de pret...&lt;br /&gt;am vandut&lt;br /&gt;ce mi-ai dat&lt;br /&gt;la diversi precupeti&lt;br /&gt;si ma-ntorc sangerat&lt;br /&gt;si descult...si sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau nimic&lt;br /&gt;dacat&lt;br /&gt;sa m-atingi cu-a Ta mana pe frunte&lt;br /&gt;si sa stiu ca ma ierti&lt;br /&gt;Doar atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Micime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt atat de marunt,&lt;br /&gt;ca un fir de par carunt&lt;br /&gt;rasarit nedorit&lt;br /&gt;sub coroana de rege a acestui pamant&lt;br /&gt;Sunt atat de neinsemnat,&lt;br /&gt;ca un fir de nisip&lt;br /&gt;in nisipul necantarit si nemasurat&lt;br /&gt;din desertul arzand.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o soapta slaba, un sunet&lt;br /&gt;langa glasul de tunet&lt;br /&gt;al marilor si oceanelor.&lt;br /&gt;Nu se aude nici inima mea cum se zbate&lt;br /&gt;in acelasi tic-tacdintre viata si moarte.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt atat de marunt,&lt;br /&gt;totusi Tu ma stii unde sunt&lt;br /&gt;si-ntre mii de planete sau stele&lt;br /&gt;ai ales sa iubesti bataia inimii mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-I mainile.&lt;br /&gt;Au fost muscate&lt;br /&gt;de ruginitul cui al urii tale¦&lt;br /&gt;Amarul tot s-a strans in doua palme&lt;br /&gt;ce-au inflorit iubirea in petale.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-I fruntea. Nu e-incununata&lt;br /&gt;de-ai slavei lauri - lumea, doar, ii poarta;&lt;br /&gt;tu n-ai ales sa-I dai o frunza vie,&lt;br /&gt;ci-un spin uscat din viata ta cea moarta.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-I coasta si priveste-I ochii&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea rastignita si-astazi plange.&lt;br /&gt;Tu L-ai strapuns cu sulita durerii,&lt;br /&gt;El ti-a raspuns cu apa si cu sange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a stins in suflet dorul dupa Tine&lt;br /&gt;Cum lacrima se strange-n pleoape-ntai&lt;br /&gt;'Nainte sa-si reverse amaraciunea&lt;br /&gt;Pe-obrajii arsi de ruga si tamai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uscata-i viata in mine, prizoniera,&lt;br /&gt;Imi crapa ca o coaja de pamant&lt;br /&gt;Care a uitat demult ce e izvorul&lt;br /&gt;Si-n care florile-au murit de mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se scutura durerea-n frunze moarte&lt;br /&gt;Din pomul de rugina ce am ajuns&lt;br /&gt;Atata uscaciune e in mine&lt;br /&gt;Si-atatea zlie goale-n traista am strans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de glasul Tau, Izvor de viata,&lt;br /&gt;Sa stergi din suflet tot ce a durut,&lt;br /&gt;Din Mana Ta sa sorb iar Apa Vie,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-nvie dragostea de la-nceput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-177090852831233442?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/177090852831233442/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=177090852831233442' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/177090852831233442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/177090852831233442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-dor.html' title='De dor...'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZYJsjZGuwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0hj0bs66DwY/s72-c/DSCN0692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-508670591471144064</id><published>2009-02-12T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:31:44.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocuri si jucarii'/><title type='text'>CUBURI GIGANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZUgkFhzrmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2AtRGNkpvCs/s1600-h/448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302179940629982818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZUgkFhzrmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2AtRGNkpvCs/s320/448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZUdJQYwwJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/5IWetDkR0cs/s1600-h/450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302176181153480850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZUdJQYwwJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/5IWetDkR0cs/s320/450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZUc0axVRVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z5lf9UQB1dk/s1600-h/452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302175823163639122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZUc0axVRVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z5lf9UQB1dk/s320/452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuburi gigant pentru construit. Sunt super usoare , dar foarte rezistente; excelente atat pentru dezvoltarea creativitatii ( construit ) cat si a motricitatii grosiere ( copilul poate merge pe cuburi ca pe o barna, poate sarii peste ele, etc )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2313618898409131947-508670591471144064?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/508670591471144064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=508670591471144064' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/508670591471144064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/508670591471144064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuburi-gigant.html' title='CUBURI GIGANT'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZUgkFhzrmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2AtRGNkpvCs/s72-c/448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-1914941622677995444</id><published>2009-02-12T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:52:12.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/Alexxia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=58031_detail.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/Alexxia/58031_detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-1914941622677995444?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/1914941622677995444/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=1914941622677995444' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1914941622677995444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/1914941622677995444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/photobucket.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Card'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-9091387706658686295</id><published>2009-02-12T15:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:13:54.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocuri si jucarii'/><title type='text'>JOCURI GALT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZS2oEDuQFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k0sEAb0EVy8/s1600-h/jocuri-galt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302063460722294866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZS2oEDuQFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k0sEAb0EVy8/s320/jocuri-galt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am descoperit la Galt jocuri educative foarte frumoase si rezistente :D ( noi avem ceva probleme cu rezistenta ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am selectat trei care mi s-au parut foarte interesante. Sunt concepute ca niste puzzle-uri din doua piese, de dimensiuni mari ( tocmai bune pentru a fi manipulate de degetelele mici ). Subiectele respectivelor jocuri sunt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- antonimele : 10 sau 16 perechi de antonime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a cui coade este : 10 perechi de animale + coada lor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cine se ascunde : 10 perechi de cartonase . Pe un cartonas este reprezentat un obiect, iar pe celalalt cartonas acelasi obiect este ascuns si nu se vede din el decat o particica.&lt;/div&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/2313618898409131947-9091387706658686295?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/9091387706658686295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=9091387706658686295' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/9091387706658686295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/9091387706658686295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/jocuri-galt.html' title='JOCURI GALT'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZS2oEDuQFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k0sEAb0EVy8/s72-c/jocuri-galt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-7855646373454222385</id><published>2009-02-12T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:45:16.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THEA'/><title type='text'>D'ale Theei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZSxzq5hxQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yPrZqVLUpTM/s1600-h/voluuum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302058162568938754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZSxzq5hxQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yPrZqVLUpTM/s320/voluuum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruty are o rapciugosenie de jucarie ( mai mare ca varsta ca ea ) de care nu se desparte ( de cand s-a nascut sunt impreuna :D ). Numele jucariei este Chiti. Nu doarme fara el, nu plecam nicaieri fara el, cand e suparata in ia in brate si se ghemuieste cu el intr-un colt. Ce mai , mare dragoste, mare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thea este destul de suparata ca ea nu are voie sa se joace cu el. Asa ca atunci cand il prinde il cam zmotoceste. Zilele trecute cand Ruty era la scoala , Thea a pus gheruta pe el si i-a rupt coada, apoi l-a ascuns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seara agitatie mare ca nu-l gaseam pe Chiti . Ruty o intreaba pe Thea :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- L-ai vazut pe Chiti ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gata, nu mai e , ii raspunde Thea cu un oftat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cum nu mai e ? devinde Ruty agitata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A murit , dar s-a dus in cer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abia de dimineata am aflat misterul mortii si al cerului cand l-am gasit pe Chiti in cosul cu rufe pentru calcat :D.&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;Azi cand s-au sculat fetele le-am rugat sa faca patul. Thea se posteaza in fata mea si aratand cu mana spre ea ma intreaba:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Euuuu ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Da, si tu , ii raspund&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eu nu, poate tu, imi raspunde si se intoarce si pleaca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-7855646373454222385?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/7855646373454222385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=7855646373454222385' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/7855646373454222385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/7855646373454222385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/dale-theei.html' title='D&apos;ale Theei'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZSxzq5hxQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yPrZqVLUpTM/s72-c/voluuum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-4012811124005166084</id><published>2009-02-11T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:14:58.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocuri si jucarii'/><title type='text'>OMIDA DE LEMN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZMzql3T3PI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eUbtusTU5f0/s1600-h/omida+din+lemn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301637993156828402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZMzql3T3PI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eUbtusTU5f0/s320/omida+din+lemn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omida locuieste intr-o casuta colorata din lemn. Ea se poate lungi sau scurta pe masura ce copilul adauga sau scoate bile colorate de pe siret. Acest joc ajuta la dezvoltarea motricitatii fine a copilului, la recunoasterea culorilor primare si secundare, precum si la cresterea atentiei ( copilul poate fi pus sa insire margelele astfel incat sa se potriveasca modelului de pe cutie )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jucaria se gaseste la Casa Retro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-4012811124005166084?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/4012811124005166084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=4012811124005166084' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4012811124005166084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4012811124005166084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/omida-de-lemn.html' title='OMIDA DE LEMN'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZMzql3T3PI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eUbtusTU5f0/s72-c/omida+din+lemn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-3377231379032071771</id><published>2009-02-11T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:02:00.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocuri si jucarii'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZLB8IrKhjI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/57aicvMmHIQ/s1600-h/935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301512950233335346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZLB8IrKhjI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/57aicvMmHIQ/s320/935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cel mai tare memory game pe care l-am vazut in Romania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obiectivul acestui joc de memorie este acela de a gasi mai multe perechi decat celalalt jucator. Pe rand fiecare jucator deschide cate doua ferestre , daca imaginile de sub ferestre sunt identice , ferestrele raman deschise si jucatorul respectiv a castigat 2 puncte, daca imaginile nu sunt identice , ferestrele se inchid si e randul celuilalt .Jucatorul care are cele mai multe puncte dupa ce au fost descoperite toate imaginile este declarat castigator. Daca numarul de perechi descoperite este egal, se declara remiza. Numar de jucatori: 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jocul contine 7 foi laminate , imprimate pe ambele fete, fiecare foaie prezentand cate o categorie de obiecte :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- fructe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- forme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- vehicule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- culori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- numere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ferma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce caracteristici educative vizeaza jocul :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- coordonare, precizie si dixteritate (motricitate fina )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- intelegerea categoriilor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- capacitatea de asociere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- memorie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- acceptarea regulilor si normelor sociale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-3377231379032071771?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/3377231379032071771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=3377231379032071771' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/3377231379032071771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/3377231379032071771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/cel-mai-tare-memory-game-pe-care-l-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZLB8IrKhjI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/57aicvMmHIQ/s72-c/935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-5525229060199611542</id><published>2009-02-11T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:18:25.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGINI DE CER'/><title type='text'>DA-NE NOUA ASTAZI PAINEA CEA DE TOATE ZILELE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZKl6S7Z_iI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CTdWV_qvIy4/s1600-h/Dark%2520Bread%2520Riser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301482132300496418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZKl6S7Z_iI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CTdWV_qvIy4/s320/Dark%2520Bread%2520Riser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce declaratie de credinta ! Orice vrei Tu ca eu sa am , este ceea ce imi doresc.&lt;br /&gt;In unele zile farfuria da pe deasupra. Dumnezeu tot ne da bucate, iar noi le savuram. O promovare. Un privilegiu. O prietenie. Un dar. O viata de har. O eternitate de bucurie.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente cand suntem uimiti de bunatatea Lui Dumnezeu :&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu îmi întinzi masa în faţa potrivnicilor mei; îmi ungi capul cu untdelemn, şi paharul meu este plin de dă peste el&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” Ps 23:5&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi sunt acele zile cand, ei bine, cand trebuie sa mancam brocoli. Painea noastra cea de toate zilele poate fi reprezentata de lacrimi sau durere sau disciplina. Portia noastra poate include adversitate, la fel de bine ca si oportunitate.&lt;br /&gt;Acest verset l-am avut in minte si seara trecuta la timpul devotational de familie. Mi-am chemat fetele la masa si am pus in fata fiecareia cate o farfurie, iar in mijlocul mesei am pus un platou cu ceva fructe, legume crude si cateva prajituri.&lt;br /&gt;“In fiecare zi “ le-am explicat “ Dumnezeu prepara pentru noi o farfurie cu experiente. Ce v-ar place cel mai mult sa aveti pe farfurie ?”&lt;br /&gt;Raspunsul a fost simplu. Fata cea mare a pus pe farfuria ei trei prajituri. Unele zile chiar sunt asa. Unele zile sunt “zile de ciocolata”. Multe insa nu-s. Uneori pe farfuria noastra nu gasim nimic decat legume – o jumatate de ceapa, cateva bucati de telina si morcovi . In mod evident Dumnezeu stie ca avem nevoie de ceva putere si , este adevarat ca portia s-ar putea sa fie greu de inghitit, dar oare nu este pentru binele nostru ? In majoritarea zilelor avem cate putin din fiecare. Legume , care sunt sanatoase, dar nu tocmai gustoase. Fructe , care sunt mai bune la gust si ne plac. Si chiar prajituri care aduc foarte putin pentru nutritie, dar fac foarte mult pentru atitudine.&lt;br /&gt;Toate sunt importante si toate sunt de la Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;Data viitoare cand pe farfuria ta va fi mai mult brocolii decat placinta cu mere, adu-ti aminte cine a preparat masa. Si data viitoare cand pe farfuria ta se gaseste ceva greu de inghitit, vorbeste despre asta cu Dumnezeu. Domnul Isus a facut-o. In gradina Ghetimani s-a rugat : "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tată, dacă este cu putinţă, depărtează de la Mine paharul acesta! Totuşi nu cum voiesc Eu, ci cum voieşti Tu." Matei 26:39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pana si Domnul Isus a primit o portie care I s-a parut prea grea de inghitit. Dar cu ajutorul Lui Dumnezeu a reusit. Si cu ajutorul Lui Dumnezeu si tu vei reusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( dupa Max Lucado )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-5525229060199611542?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/5525229060199611542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=5525229060199611542' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/5525229060199611542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/5525229060199611542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/da-ne-noua-astazi-painea-cea-de-toate.html' title='DA-NE NOUA ASTAZI PAINEA CEA DE TOATE ZILELE'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SZKl6S7Z_iI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CTdWV_qvIy4/s72-c/Dark%2520Bread%2520Riser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-9140511482427348830</id><published>2009-02-05T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:40:40.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RUTY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SYuGg3GKTZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YFWgGszbMeA/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299477285635247506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SYuGg3GKTZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YFWgGszbMeA/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cutia cu dorinte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sau &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Despre nevoi si dorinte cu Ruty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns in momentul in care este esential sa o invat pe Ruty ce sunt nevoile , dorintele si care este valoarea banilor. Pentru ca nu am vrut ca fetitei mele sa ii lipseasca ceva , pana in acest moment a primit cam tot ce i-a poftit inimioara. Acum insa profitand de criza financiara imi doresc sa schimb putin lucrurile. Nu vreau sa am un copil rasfatat , care crede ca totul I se cuvine, care isi inchipuie ca banii cresc in pom si care nu pretuieste munca. De aceea azi am avut o discutie cu ea. I-am explicat ca fiecare membru al familiei noastre munceste si ca urmare a munci primeste salariu ( o suma de bani ). Pentru ca a crescut si este deja o domnisoara va incepe sa aiba si ea “o slujba” pentru care va primi o suma de bani pe care o va gestiona cum crede ea de cuvinta. I-a suras ideea :). Apoi am vorbit despre nevoi si dorinte, despre diferentele dintre ele . A inteles ca in acest moment nevoile sunt responsabilitatea mea. Problema spinoasa au fost dorintele. Ca orice copil din societatea noastra este bombardata de reclame, de presiunea grupului de prieteni/colegi, de rafturile magazinelor. Astfel incat lista dorintelor nu are niciodata capat. I-am explicat ca nu toate dorintele pot fi indeplinite, mai ales ca din acest moment dorintele sunt responsabilitatea ei. Dar am dezvoltat impreuna o strategie speciala pentru dorinte. Am cumparat o caseta de lemn, pe care Ruty a decorat-o foarte frumos. Aceasta caseta este oficial : ”Cutia dorintelor”. Atunci cand isi doreste ceva , Ruty v-a scrie pe hartie ce anume isi doreste i-l va pune biletelul in “Cutia dorintei”. O data pe saptamana vom analiza continutul cutiei si vom vedea care dintre dorinte mai persista ( de multe ori isi doreste azi o papusa, iar maine n-o mai vrea , asa ca in acest mod vreau sa inteleaga ca anumite lucruri nici macar nu si le doreste cu adevarat ). Daca in cutie exista ceva pe care inca si-l mai doreste, va trebui sa se gandeasca ce este dispusa sa faca pentru a-l obtine. V-a capata si ajutorul meu, dar cea mai mare parte din munca trebuie sa fie depusa de ea. Astfel i-am prezentat o analiza SWOT adaptata pe intelesul ei. Probabil ca va intelege mult mai bine atunci cand efectiv vom fasce o astfel de analiza. Probabil ca nu va mai trece mult pana atunci.&lt;br /&gt;Deja in “Cutia dorintelor” a poposit un prim bilet. Asteptam cu nerabdare prima analiza a continutului cutiei. Imi doresc din tot sufletul ca Ruty sa fie responsabila, sa inteleaga valoarea banilor si a muncii, sa invete sa economiseasca si nu in ultimul rand sa capete putina autonomie.&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/2313618898409131947-9140511482427348830?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/9140511482427348830/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=9140511482427348830' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/9140511482427348830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/9140511482427348830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/02/cutia-cu-dorinte-sau-despre-nevoi-si_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SYuGg3GKTZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YFWgGszbMeA/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-5579374237928551510</id><published>2009-01-06T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:24:47.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THEA'/><title type='text'>Bobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SWQDvuKyJWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QJfBNfOdgOQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288355980821800290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SWQDvuKyJWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QJfBNfOdgOQ/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: " Mami, imi e asa foame. Vreau sa te pap. Miammm, cred ca esti tare buna. Pot sa te pap ? "&lt;br /&gt;Thea ( serioasa ) :"Nu, mami"&lt;br /&gt;Eu:" Nu iti e mila de mine ? Imi e foame. Eu ce pap ?"&lt;br /&gt;Thea ( victorioasa ) :"BOBOOOOOOO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-5579374237928551510?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/5579374237928551510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=5579374237928551510' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/5579374237928551510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/5579374237928551510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/01/bobo.html' title='Bobo'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SWQDvuKyJWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QJfBNfOdgOQ/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-8654904935121828204</id><published>2009-01-06T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:11:14.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THEA'/><title type='text'>Prima perluta - sune fisu</title><content type='html'>Eu, lucram la calculator, cu castile la urechi; Thea se juca pe langa mine. Din bucatarie se aude telefonul sunand, eu preocupata fiind nu-l bag in seama.&lt;br /&gt;Thea , se furiseaza pe langa mine si-mi zice:&lt;br /&gt;"Mami, sune buni" ( bunica e cea care vorbeste cel mai mult la telefonul fix, asa ca Thea o striga pe ea )&lt;br /&gt;"Bunica nu e acasa , mami " ( ma prefac eu ca nu inteleg )&lt;br /&gt;"Mami, teionu"&lt;br /&gt;"Poftim, mami creionul" ( iar fac eu pe prostu')&lt;br /&gt;Thea deja nervoasa, vine langa mine , ma zgaltaie si-mi zice:&lt;br /&gt;"Mami, sune fisu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-8654904935121828204?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/8654904935121828204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=8654904935121828204' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/8654904935121828204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/8654904935121828204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2009/01/prima-perluta-sune-fisu.html' title='Prima perluta - sune fisu'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-561270237547162616</id><published>2008-07-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:25:00.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RUTY'/><title type='text'>PERLELE RUTICAI</title><content type='html'>Are si Ruty o rugaminte cu privire la intalneala. M-a auzit azi cand vorbeam la telefon cu sotul din dotare si cum ii povesteam ca ramane sa alegem locatia si pensiunea/hotelul. Dupa ce termin de vorbit vine si-mi spune: Mami, puteti sa alegeti orice, dar te rog eu frumos numai in Hawai sa nu alegeti.  ca am vazut eu la televizor ca in fiecare zi poate sa vina cate o "tzunamita" acolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost in WE la munte, la Bran. Duminica in drum spre casa Ruty ma intreaba foarte agitata :&lt;br /&gt;Mami acum la Bucuresti e noapte sau zi ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vine Ruty la mine si-mi spune : "Mami tu nu ai voie sa-ti pierzi dragostea , ca daca o pierzi trebuie s-o iei de la inceput , sa faci dragoste. Sa faci alta dragoste noua, noua"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi o certam pe Ruty. Ea cauta ajutor , din ochi la buni, din pacate nu gaseste. Buni ii spune:&lt;br /&gt;- Ruty sunt de acord cu mami&lt;br /&gt;Replica Ruticai:&lt;br /&gt;- Buni, nu-i o idee buna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O intreb pe Ruty ce este Vegeta. Raspuns:&lt;br /&gt;-Vegeta este o mancare facuta din alta mancare care se pune in mancare pentru a da gust la mancare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum Ruty sta pe capul meu si ma intreaba ce e aia o legenda. Ii explic si ea concluzioneaza:&lt;br /&gt;- Legenda e o poveste legata cu sfoara alba , nu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buni are azi grija de fete ca eu nu sunt in cea mai buna forma ( imi e rau de la ficat de nu mai pot ).&lt;br /&gt;I-a dat buni Theei sa manance si a pus-o pe burta. Ruty scandalizata:&lt;br /&gt;- Buni intoarce-o pe fata pe Thea , de ce ai intors-o pe dos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa episodul asta se apuca sa se joace cu Thea.&lt;br /&gt;O gadila si-i zice :&lt;br /&gt;- Te mananc, esti asa dulce. Te mananc si dau oasele la catel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este vorba de cutremurul din 2004:&lt;br /&gt;Eu, daca nu era sotul meu acasa nu ma prindeam ca e cutremur&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca impreuna cu Rutica ( 3 ani si 3 luni ) ii aratam lui tati cum se face tae bo si ne zbantuiam destul de tare.&lt;br /&gt;Sotul meu imi spune la un moment dat ca se intampla ceva si atunci observ si eu ca acvariul nostru face valuri, dar mi-a luat ceva pana sa ma dumiresc care e cauza :).&lt;br /&gt;Rutica a fost o dulce, dupa ce s-a terminat cutremurul am linistit-o noi si i-am explicat ce s-a intamplat.&lt;br /&gt;Inainte s-o culcam a vrut sa se roage. Si rugaciunea a sunat asa:&lt;br /&gt;"Doamne ai tu grija sa nu cada blocu', ca daca cade venim pe capul Tau si stam mereu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruty a fost coafata de buni ( ceva asemanator cu bagatul degetelor in priza  ). Se uita in oglinda si-mi spune:&lt;br /&gt;- Mami vreau sa-mi schimb stilista. De azi sunt pacienta ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi a trebuit sa reinstalez Windows-ul si din gresala am lasta sonorul foarte tare. Cand am deschis calculatorul s-a auzit un sunet puternic.&lt;br /&gt;Ruty:&lt;br /&gt;- Mami ,da mai incet ca-mi spargi tampoanele &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- din ciclul "Ruty loveste din nou" va prezentam "Nevoia"&lt;br /&gt;Azi ii pregatisem Theei sucul de fructe si ma luptam cu storcatorul in dorinta de a-l spala. E o porcarie de storcator care se desface foarte greu. Asa ca ma tot vaitam.&lt;br /&gt;Eu : Nu pot sa desfac storcatorul asta si pace. Ce sa fac ?&lt;br /&gt;Ruty ( sfatoasa ca de obicei ) : Mami, cheama nevoia sa te invete.&lt;br /&gt;Pe moment m-am blocat , mai tarziu mi-a picat fisa Ruty ca auzit pe Sebi cand spunea ca "Nevoia te invata":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima perla a Ruticai:&lt;br /&gt;( ca sa vedeti unde duce educatia moderna )&lt;br /&gt;V-am spus ca am facut un test de sarcina . Si pe ambalaj era o barza cu un bebe in cioc . Vede Ruty ambalajul si-mi zice :&lt;br /&gt;- Uite mami, papagalul asta duce un bebe in cioc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cand ma gandesc ca noi la varsta ei stiam totul despre barza , nu despre cezariana, anestezie, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi invatam despre animale.&lt;br /&gt;Mami: Ce este berbecul ?&lt;br /&gt;Ruti: Sotul oii &lt;br /&gt;Mami: Ce este taurul ?&lt;br /&gt;Ruti: Sotul vacii&lt;br /&gt;Mami: Ce este tapul ?&lt;br /&gt;Ruti: O oaie cu muschi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vorbeam la telefon. Dupa ce termin , vine Ruty la mine si-mi zice:&lt;br /&gt;- Mami nu mai vorbi asa mult ca nu-mi aud gandurile. N-o sa mai inteleg ce gandesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi am certat-o pe Ruty nu mai stiu exact pentru ce ( oricum eram tare suparata ) si pe urma am trimis-o in camera la ea. Dupa un timp apare don'soara cu o foaie in mana si-mi zice:&lt;br /&gt;- Mami iarta-ma, uite ti-am facut un desen sa vezi cat te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi intinde foaia. Era un desen cu o oama ( eu mai exact ) , dar oama respectiva parea ca o luase serios in freza ca avea falcile cam nehotarate una in sus si alta-n jos. Eu uimita o intreb ce am patit, la care Ruty senina imi spune:&lt;br /&gt;- Pai, ai o falca-n cer si una in pamant din cauza mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi i-am pus lui Ruty un joculet pe calculator si eu m-am apucat de invatat. La un moment dat s-a oprit curentul pentru vreo 2-3 minute si calculatorul s-a inchis. Ruty se intoarce spre mine cu o mutra disperata si ma anunta:&lt;br /&gt;-Mami a cazut netu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rog pe Ruty sa se schimbe de pijama si sa vina la bucatarie sa manance. Pleaca. Astept sa vina inapoi, si astept, si astept. Intr-un final ma duc dupa ea. O gasesc la televizor , evident in pijama.&lt;br /&gt;- Ruty ce te-am rugat sa faci ?&lt;br /&gt;- Iarta-ma, mami, dar ma luat valul !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In urma cu doi ani la mare. Eram cu cun grup de prieteni pe plaja, Ruty ( 4 ani )langa noi mesterea ceva in nisip. Cineva din grup are neinspirata idee s-o intrebe ce face . Vine si raspunsul " Pasarici de baieti ". Omul ramane perlex, dar Ruty nu se lasa pana nu-l lamureste: " Ce n-ai vazut ? Seamana cu coditele de purcel "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi din gresala ne dam cap in cap ( eu si Ruty ). Evident pe Ruty o doare destul de tare.Vine la mine cu lacrimi in ochi si-mi spune:&lt;br /&gt;- Mami ce minte tare ai tu !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat timp am fost in spital cu Thea Ruty mi-a dat telefon si ma rugat sa am grija de Thea sa se faca bine ca sa putem venii mai repede acasa ca "fara maimi su Thea lumea s-a intors pe dos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem in mijlocul eforturilor de a invata alfabetul. Tati pregateste biberonul lui Thea si gaseste de cuvinta sa exerseza cu Ruty literele. Ia cutia de lapte praf (Nan) si i-o arata Ruticai:&lt;br /&gt;- Ruty ce litera e asta ?&lt;br /&gt;- N&lt;br /&gt;- Dar asta ?&lt;br /&gt;- A&lt;br /&gt;- Si ultima ?&lt;br /&gt;- N&lt;br /&gt;- Deci tot cuvantul cum se citeste ?&lt;br /&gt;Ruty , dupa un scurt moment de gandire, spune triumfatoare:&lt;br /&gt;- Lapte pentru bebelusi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruty vine de la gradi si-mi povesteste ce au facut in ziua respectiva:&lt;br /&gt;- Mami, doamna ne-a ascultat la poezie si unii copii au " gresit borcanul "  ( varianata personala a expresiei "a incurca borcanele")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uita Ruty cu buni la un film si apoi imi povesteste:&lt;br /&gt;- Mami si pe nenea acela l-a impuscat chiar in minte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prima saptamana de gradinita , intr-o zi o intreb pe Ruty ce au mancat. Raspuns:&lt;br /&gt;-Dimineata fasole cu lapte si la pranz ciorba de sarmale si bombe  .&lt;br /&gt;Noroc ca exista la avizier afisat meniul si am reusit sa ma dumiresc si eu ce mi-a mancat copilul : dimineata paste cu lapte si la pranz ciorba de perisoare si mazare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi m-a intrebat Ruty de ce mancarea pe care o fac eu si buni e asa buna si i-am raspuns ca este buna pentru ca o facem cu dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;Ieri buni a facut chiftelute. Vine Ruty la bucatarie si ia o chifteluta, musca din ea si vine in viteza la buni :&lt;br /&gt;- Buni , buni abia am muscat din chifteluta si am si simtit dragostea , ai pus asa multa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ieri , Ruty nu se mai oprea din mancat chiftelute. O intreb:&lt;br /&gt;-Ruty ai mancat deja 5 chiftelute , cate mai mananci ?&lt;br /&gt;-Multe ca sunt in crestere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergem sambata la cumparaturi . Cum in magazine deja au aparut articolele pt Craciun, Ruty isi face lista cu "dorinte" :&lt;br /&gt;- Mami de Craciun vreau o papusica-bebelus cu biberon si "bomboane de copac" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri tati o invata pe Ruty o noua expresie "nod in papura". Pe seara , Ruty nu e ascultatoare si o cert. Vine si replica ei :&lt;br /&gt;- Mami de ce "cauti noduri in floarea de nufar" ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi dupa o zi epuizanta ajungem in sfarsit la ora de baie. Bag una bucata copil in cada in sapunesc , in frec bine, il clatesc si multumita de rezultat il scot din cada. Sterg copilul, il infasor in prosop si il las sa se spele pe dinti. Eu fac gresala strategica sa ma duc pana la bucatarie. Cand ma intorc o gasesc pe Ruty in pielea goala spalandu-se de zor la chiuveta ( pe jos era bineneteles un lac ).&lt;br /&gt;O intreb nedumerita :&lt;br /&gt;- Abia te-am terminat de spalat de ce te mai speli si tu ?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce nu . vine raspunsul fiica-mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruty azi a fost foarte agitata, a tot sarit si topait. Tati ii atrage atentia:&lt;br /&gt;"Ruty stai cuminte ca poti sa cazi si sa-ti rupi coloana"&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final Ruty a cazut si s-a lovit la genunchi, dupa ce a primit "ingrijiri medicale" se duce la tati si-i spune foarte serioasa:&lt;br /&gt;"Tati am cazut si m-a durut asa tare. Cred ca mi-am rupt coloana piciorului"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi ma apuca un drag teribil de fiica-mea si o chem sa-i dau niste pupice. &lt;br /&gt;Ruty de la o distanta apreciabila : " nu mami, "cu fundul magic" intai ". &lt;br /&gt;Raman cu gura cascat , oare ce vrea. &lt;br /&gt;O intreb ce-a zis. &lt;br /&gt;" cu fundul magic, fara nu se poate " vine raspunsul. &lt;br /&gt;Incurcata , o intreb ce inseamna "cu fundul magic ". &lt;br /&gt;Ruty deja exasperata ( cu mainile in sold ) : " Ai si uitat ! Cu fundul magic e TE ROG ! &lt;br /&gt;In sfarsit m-am dumirit si eu care era legatura dintre pupice si fund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La masa de seara , buni ii da lui Ruty sa manance ciorba. De obicei ii place ciorba, dar copilul meu nu suporta sa manance de doua ori consecutiv acelasi lucru ( de cocoana mare ), si din acest motiv nu stie cum sa faca sa scape de ea. &lt;br /&gt;Asa ca vine la mine imbufnata si-mi zice : &lt;br /&gt;"Mami eu nu mananc ciorba. Are un gust dezgustator si e sesecrabila ( a se citi execrabila ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ora 3:48 am , nu dorm pentru ca am avut ceva de lucru, din pacate am daramat ceva si am trezit-o pe Ruty. &lt;br /&gt;Se aude din patut : &lt;br /&gt;- Mami, cred ca m-am sculat. Mami, tu ai facut bum ? &lt;br /&gt;- Da iubita, n-am vrut sa te scol. &lt;br /&gt;- Mami tu nu stai atenta. Ma enervezi de mi se rupe inima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe Ruty o framanta o mare problema , vine si ma intreaba: &lt;br /&gt;Mami tu ma iubesti si cand dorm ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruty ( 5 ani si 3 luni - dupa parerea ei , 3 ani si 5 luni - dupa parerea mea :) ) e inebunita dupa Coca Cola ( nu stiu cum si cand a bagat boticul intr-o sticla de Cola si i-a prins gustul ). &lt;br /&gt;Ea stie ca nu are voie sa bea, i s-a tot explicat ca e doar pentru oameni mari... &lt;br /&gt;Azi eram cu ochii in calculator si la un moment dat o surprind pe dom'soara ca se muncea din greu sa desfaca dopul la sticla de Cola. &lt;br /&gt;O intreb :"De cand bei tu Cola ? " &lt;br /&gt;Ruty foarte serioasa : " De ani de zile " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O intreb pe Ruty ( 3,5 ani ) in seara asta inainte de masa:" Ce mananci ? " &lt;br /&gt;Si ea imi raspunde ranjind : " Bataie ", dupa care adauga repede :"Glumeam , mami " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruty ( trei ani si 5 luni ), de cand cu alegerile . mare experta in politica, merge cu bunica la stomatolog. &lt;br /&gt;Cum in sala de asteptare lumea vorbea de fraudarea alegerilor, le explica ea cum stau lucrurile, ca doar a vazut la televizor : &lt;br /&gt;" Tanase e lau, fula. Cand era mic a fulat un ou si acum fula niste boi " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi s-a ars becul de la lustra din sufragerie ( de fapt din sufrageria bunicii ). &lt;br /&gt;Ruty, vorbeste cu tati la telefon: &lt;br /&gt;- Tati, am consumat toata lumina.Nu mai e nici un pic. Eu cu buni am fost luminate, dar acum nu mai suntem. Tati, te rog cumpara putina lumina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruty nu e cuminte, tot trage un scaun si catarandu-se pe el incearca sa aprinda lumina. &lt;br /&gt;Ii spun ca nu are voie pentru ca poate cadea. Eu vorbesc ea continua. La un moment dat imi pierd rabdarea si-o intreb : &lt;br /&gt;- Ruty , eu cu cine vorbesc ? &lt;br /&gt;La care ea senina : &lt;br /&gt;- singura , mami &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi Ruty mi-a stepelit ceasul desteptator si s-a ascuns cu el sub masa. &lt;br /&gt;A tot mesterit ea fara ca eu sa dau importanta la ce face. &lt;br /&gt;Dupa un timp s-a infintat in bucatarie, imi arata ceasul, ( ceas care nu mai avea geam, limbile ii erau smulse, era desfacut si in spate, era efectiv facut pulbere ) si-mi spune : &lt;br /&gt;-Mami ceasul nu mai merge. Stii de ce ? Nu mai are baterie ! &lt;br /&gt;( ceasornicar o fac ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O strig pe Ruty, o data , de doua ori, nimic. &lt;br /&gt;Ma duc la ea in camera, Ruty sta in fundulet pe jos . O intreb ce face. &lt;br /&gt;Raspunsul: &lt;br /&gt;- Lasa-ma , mami, ca ma gandesc. Mi-a venit o idee , dar am pierdut-o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruty azi, are probleme cu olita ( e constipata ). &lt;br /&gt;Vine foarte suparata la mie si-mi zice raspicat : " ma doare fundul si tu esti de vina, n-ai mai facut ciorba de 100 de ani. Numai supa si supa "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruty tot scormone prin biblioteca pana da de niste desene de anatomie. &lt;br /&gt;Vine fascinata la bucatarie ( unde mami si buni trebaluiesc ) tinand in mana un desen cu un creier. Ne intreaba ce e. &lt;br /&gt;Mami : - E creierul. Ce ai tu aici inauntru ( va imaginati ca-i aratam spre cap ) &lt;br /&gt;Ruty : - Aaa, e mintea &lt;br /&gt;Buni : - Da, e mintea. Oamenii destepti au aici multe cute. Iar cei mai putin destepti au putine cute pe creier. &lt;br /&gt;Ruty : -Aha. &lt;br /&gt;Cugeta Ruty, ce cugeta apoi intreaba : &lt;br /&gt;- Buni , dar cei care nu sunt ascultatori si fac rele cum au mintea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toata lumea vorbeste de "crima din Primaverii" , deci si Ruty e la curent. &lt;br /&gt;Aseara : &lt;br /&gt;Ruty: Mami stii ce au facut politistii ? &lt;br /&gt;Mami: Ce au facut ? &lt;br /&gt;Ruty: N-au gasit nici un indiciu &lt;br /&gt;Mami: Ce este acela indiciu ? &lt;br /&gt;Ruty: Este ceva ce te ajuta sa prizi hotul &lt;br /&gt;Mami: Si unde se gasesc indiciile ? &lt;br /&gt;Ruty: In buzunar si uneori pe jos &lt;br /&gt;Mami: Tu daca gasesti un indiciu ce faci ? &lt;br /&gt;Ruty: In bag in buzunar, il duc acasa, il spal, il pun sa se usuce si pe urma il pup &lt;br /&gt;Mami: De ce il pupi ? &lt;br /&gt;Ruty: Pai daca l-am gasit e al meu , si daca e al meu trebuie sa-l pup si sa-i multumesc Lui Dumnezeu ca mi l-a dat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruty culege din parc flori pentru buni ( nu pot sa va spun cum se numesc florile ca ma jenez :)). Cand ajungem acasa i le ofera. Cat doarme copilul la pranz buni arunca florile. Se trezeste Ruty si observa disparitia florilor ca urmare a acestui incident se infiinteaza la buni in camera si ii spune foarte serioasa :" Buni astept o explicatie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-561270237547162616?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/561270237547162616/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=561270237547162616' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/561270237547162616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/561270237547162616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2008/07/perlele-ruticai.html' title='PERLELE RUTICAI'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-4219879106805452167</id><published>2008-07-21T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:23:38.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THEA'/><title type='text'>THEA - MY SUNSHINE</title><content type='html'>Aceasta sarcina nu a fost o sarcina planificata, ci s-a intamplat pe neasteptate . Spun pe neasteptate pentru ca nu credeam ca voi mai face copii ( vezi povestea Ruticai ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pe 15 februarie eram cu sotul meu si cu Ruty la biserica cand am simtit ca incepe sa-mi fie foarte rau ( o stare de slabiciune, ameteli si greata ). Am pus aceasta stare pe seama oboselii. A trecut o saptamana in care am incercat sa ma odihnesc, si pe 19 februarie, cand trebuia sa serbam ziua mea ( implineam 27 de ani ) am inceput din nou sa ma simt rau. Mi-am trimis sotul sa cumpere un test de sarcina si stupoare au aparut doua liniute roz :D. Pentru mine a fost un soc pentru ca m-a luat total pe nepregatite ( restul familiei a fost in culmea fericirii ). Mi se parea ca este cel mai nepotrivit moment pentru a mai avea un copil ( urma an final la facultate, licenta , imi facusem planuri pentru angajare... ). &lt;br /&gt;     Pana la urma am acceptat situatia si am inceput sa ma bucur ca o sa mai am un copil. Din pacate bucuria a fost de scurta durata pentru ca din cauza unui surplus de hormoni de sarcina m-am procopsit cu o depresie si cu o stare de rau cumplita ( greata si dureri de cap gratie carora am slabit 7 kg in doua saptamani ). In plus pitici pe creier care generau o idee unica da' fixa : ca o sa mor la nastere (   idee incurajata si de niste extrasistole aparute din senin ). Am plans tare mult din cauza asta, de mila Ruticai, ca o sa ramana fara mama. Si toata starea asta minunata a durat numai vreo 3 luni, dupa care din fericire lucrurile s-au imbunatatit , greata a disparut, starea generala s-a ameliorat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar si temerile legate de nastere au disparut in urma discutiilor cu medicul ginecolog ( care m-a asigurat ca si daca as avea probleme cu inima rahianestezia este sigura ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Totul a fost super bine pana pe 10 septembrie. In dimineata respectiva faceam dus pregatindu-ma sa plec la un training de logopedie. La un moment dat am simtit ca s-a rupt ceva in mine. Imi zic "hait, sa vezi ca s-au rupt membranele si nasc", astept "revarsarea de ape", dar nimic. In schimb incep niste dureri de burta cumplite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma sperii , dau telefon la medic, ii explic situatia imi recomanda sa stau in pat si luni sa vin la control. Ma duc luni la control nu gaseste nimic suspect la echo, colul era inchis si lung, contractii deloc, copilul bine , asa ca ma programeaza peste 10 zile si ma trimite acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au urmat zece zile de cosmar cu dureri ingrozitoare de burta ( dar nu contractii ) si iar cu o stare de rau cumplita. Intr-un final vine si ziua consultatiei. Ii spun medicului ca nu mai rezist, ca durerile sunt prea mari si ca as vrea sa programam cezariana mai devreme ( intram in curand in saptamana 37 ). E de acord si ma programeaza pe 28 septembrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urmeaza cateva zile de emotii si vine ziua cea mare. Ne trezim la ora 5:30 in speranta ca vom reusi sa ajungem la ora 8 la spital ( pentru a ajunge la spital trebuie sa traversam intreg Bucurestiul si asta tocmai in timpul marii intalneli francofone ). Toata familia este gata in timp record ( plecam in gasca : eu, Sebi, Ruty, mama si tata ). Bagajul meu de spital e atat de mare incat zici ca plecam in concediu toti cinci.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Afara ploua si e tare rece. Ajungem la spital la 7:50, medicul meu era deja acolo asa ca ma si trezesc in camasa de noapte si sunt condusa intr-un salon unde mai erau 4 gravidute. Incep sa apara pe rand asistente : ma cantaresc, imi iau tensiunea, imi prind o linie venoasa si-mi pun o perfuzie. Usor , usor se face 11. Apare si anestezista, stam putin de vorba, imi examineaza coloana si-mi spune ca s-ar putea sa nu poata sa-mi faca rahi-anestezie , ci doar anestezie generala . Ma cuprinde panica , ma gandesc cu groaza ca o sa mor, ca nu o sa-mi faca fata inima la anestezie generala ( piticii era la treaba :D ). Imi vine sa plang si as vrea s-o mai vad pe Ruty. Noroc ca vine o asistenta care ma roaga s-o urmez si cand ies pe coridor la usa de la intrare o zaresc pe Ruty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Asistenta ma duce in sala de operatie. Aici sunt suita pe masa si surpriza , anestezista reuseste sa-mi faca rahi-anestezie fara nici o problema :D. Incep sa roiasca in jurul meu 7 persoane, in timp ce incep sa-mi amorteasca picioarele. La un moment dat , probabil de stres, de frica si de emotie mi se face rau ( imi scade brusc tensiunea ), dar anestezista remediaza rapid situatia si in plus imi da si ceva substante care imi schimba radical dispozitia. Incep sa ma simt tare bine si sa am chef de gluma. La un moment dat vad un picior ridicat si curioasa ridic capul de pe masa sa vad al cui e. Stupoare: era al meu. Ciudata senzatie sa-ti vezi picioarele mutate de altii si tu sa nu simti nimic.  In sfarsit incepe operatia ( la 11:45 ), nu simt absolut nimic . Mi se spune ca o sa dureze ceva pana scot copilul  pentru ca am aderente de la prima cezariana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa un timp care mie mi s-a parut foate scurt ( in realitare trecusera aproximativ 35 de minute ) aud un tipat . Si vad o fetisoara mica si tare suparata. Simt ca pleznesc de fericire. Nu mi-o lasa prea mult, se duc s-o cantareasca si s-o masoare. Deja simt ca plutesc. Toata tensiunea a disparut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctora imi spune ca sunt probleme , ca uterul este rupt ( asta ma durea pe mine asa rau ) si ca-i mare minune ca nu am patit nimic nici eu nici copilul, mai ales ca Thea era cu capul in ruptura si se tinea numai in membrane. Sunt atat de impresionata de ce-mi spune ca adorm. Ma trezeste si-mi spune ca o alta sarcina nu mai e posibila . Sunt de acord :D si adorm din nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma trezesc  operatia se terminase si eram deja in drum spre reanimare. Intreb cat este ceasul : 14:20.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peste putin timp mi-o aduc pe Thea si ne lasa singure. Ma uit pentru prima oara in ochii ei si plang. Nu-mi vine sa cred ca au fost la inceputul sarcinii momente cand am fost suparata ca sunt gravida. Minunea asta mica a meritat fiecare durere, fiecare stare de rau, fiecare problema. N-am cuvinte sa-mi multumesc Lui Dumenzeu pentru ea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-4219879106805452167?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/4219879106805452167/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=4219879106805452167' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4219879106805452167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/4219879106805452167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2008/07/thea-my-sunshine.html' title='THEA - MY SUNSHINE'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2313618898409131947.post-2415100493947216397</id><published>2008-07-21T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:12:40.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RUTY'/><title type='text'>RUTY - MY PRINCESS</title><content type='html'>Povestea incepe cu mult timp in urma cand tati a vazut-o prima data pe mami. Intr-o frumoasa zi de primavara tati a zarit-o pe mami si a fost fermecat , singurul lucru pe care a putut sa-l spuna prietenilor cu care era , a fost : "Vedeti voi fata aceea ? Nu stiu cine e, nu stiu cum o cheama , dar stiu un singur lucru ca va fi sotia mea..."&lt;br /&gt;Mai departe ce s-a intamplat o s-o las pe mami sa va povesteasca ( ca ea stie mai bine ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dupa patru ani de la acea zi de primavara, eu si Sebi ne pregateam  de nunta. Aveam planuri mari si planurile noastre includeau si copii ( minim 3 , maxim 5 :D ). Numai ca inainte cu foarte putin timp de nunta , din cauza unor probleme , am calcat pentru prima data in cabinetul unui ginecolog. &lt;br /&gt;     Acolo am aflat ca s-ar putea sa am o problema serioasa asa ca a trebuit sa fac niste investigatii endocrinologice. &lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc aminte ziua in care am fost la endocrinologie sa-mi iau rezultatele la analize. Doctorita la care mergeam imi era profesoara la facultate si ma cunostea bine, stia ca urma sa ma casatoresc. M-am dus la consultatie cu Sebi, dar dumneaei l-a rugat sa m-a astepte afara. Dupa ce Sebi a iesit, mi-a spus ca are vesti proaste, ca se pare ca nici unul din ovarele mele nu este functional si in plus am uterul imatur. M-a trimis sa mai fac o ecografie ( atunci , pe loc )  ca sa fim sigure. &lt;br /&gt;La ecografie s-a confirmat faptul ca ovarele sunt polichistice.  Mi s-a spus atunci ca nu pot avea copii si chiar daca printr-o minune as ramane gravida din cauza uterului n-am cum sa duc sarcina la termen. Am simtit ca a cazut cerul pe mine. Odata pentru ca imi doream mai mult ca orice copii si apoi pentru ca nu stiam cum o sa reactioneze Sebi.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa consultatie am mers cu el intr-un parc si am stat de vorba. Viitorul meu sot s-a comportat admirabil si a reusit sa ma incurajeze si pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;     A urmat o nunta ca in povesti si o luna de miere minunata. Dupa luna de miere am reinceput sa fac analize ( pentru a mi se putea prescrie un tratament )  si surpriza in urma unei ecografi am aflat ca eram GRAVIDA. A fost momentul in care am simtit mai mult ca oricand  ca Dumnezeu ma iubeste&lt;br /&gt;Toata lumea a ramas cu gura cascata. Toti medicii ( medicul de familie si ginecologul si endocrinologul mi-au spus ca este o minune si trebuie sa lupt pentru ea). &lt;br /&gt;     Primele luni am fost intr-o euforie totala, nu greata, nu rau, doar fericire. &lt;br /&gt;La sfarsitul primului trimestru de sarcina insa au inceput problemele intai am facut preeclamsie, apoi din luna a sasea am inceput sa am contractii si a inceput negocierea cu medicul. Medicul meu a considerat ca nu am cu sa reusesc sa duc sarcina la termen si ca ar trebui sa-mi faca o cezariana pentru ca asa poate copilul va avea o sansa. &lt;br /&gt;Dar din fericire in perioada aceea eram studenta la Medicina si am avut cativa profesori minunati, niste medici adevarati care m-au invatat sa lupt, care m-au incurajat si m-au facut sa inteleg ca fiecare zi care trece este deosebit de importanta pentru dezvoltarea copilului si de aceea trebuie sa incerc sa duc sarcina cat mai mult. &lt;br /&gt;Si chiar a inceput o lupta. Ii multumeam Lui Dumnezeu pentru fiecare zi care trecea, pentru ca astfel sansele fetitei mele cresteau.&lt;br /&gt;Cand eram insa in luna a saptea , mi-a murit bunica ( femeia care m-a crescut, si pe care am iubit-o enorm ). Am incercat sa nu ma consum, dar tot a fost un stres puternic pe care copilul meu l-a simtit profund. A fost afectat atat de tare incat 2 zile nu a miscat. Iar eu m-am speriat ingrozitor, imediat dupa inmormantare m-am dus direct la spital. Din fericire copilul era in ordine. &lt;br /&gt;Si a reinceput lupta , cu contractiile, cu medicul, cu mine. &lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final am ajuns la 36 de saptamani si ceva , cand a fost absolut necesar sa fac cezariana. &lt;br /&gt;Asa ca pe 25.07,2001 a intrat in viata noastra o mogaldeata de 3.300 si 48 de centimetrii, neagra si cu o claie de par in cap ( dar cel mai frumos copil din lume , pe cuvantul meu : ) care a adus atat de multa bucurie si implinire cum nu mi-am imaginat niciodata ca ar fi posibil. &lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc in fiecare zi Lui Dumnezeu pentru minunatul cadou pe care mi l-a facut. Pentru ca am cel mai frumos, cel mai bun, cel mai destept copil ( cei care sunteti parinti stiti ca am dreptate ).&lt;br /&gt;Si ii mai multumesc pentru ca a facut si o a doua minune in viata mea, dar asta este alta poveste :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2313618898409131947-2415100493947216397?l=my-fairytopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/feeds/2415100493947216397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2313618898409131947&amp;postID=2415100493947216397' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/2415100493947216397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2313618898409131947/posts/default/2415100493947216397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-fairytopia.blogspot.com/2008/07/ruty-my-princess.html' title='RUTY - MY PRINCESS'/><author><name>Tinuviel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00434819910076795495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSK2RNScU6U/SX-juKrhx9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qmzY30hn-Ok/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
