<?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-11354371</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:37:49.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Prossigo para o Alvo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>518</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-2496721807968459359</id><published>2012-02-10T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:42:11.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Elie Saab</title><content type='html'>Não percebo nada de moda, nem sou uma seguidora atenta das modas, mas sou fã de Elie Saab. Fica aqui um cheirinho dos seus vestidos lindos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFwYb6WLPxs/TzUsQY9ohrI/AAAAAAAAF7g/kc5VC-oHu6c/s1600/405-sigrid-agren-@-elie-saab-paris-fashion-week-spring-summer-2012-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFwYb6WLPxs/TzUsQY9ohrI/AAAAAAAAF7g/kc5VC-oHu6c/s320/405-sigrid-agren-@-elie-saab-paris-fashion-week-spring-summer-2012-20.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRdfg8La5y4/TzUsRz9S1gI/AAAAAAAAF7o/DKfZxPWLDgM/s1600/2010-10-05-16-02-58-elie-saab-3771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRdfg8La5y4/TzUsRz9S1gI/AAAAAAAAF7o/DKfZxPWLDgM/s320/2010-10-05-16-02-58-elie-saab-3771.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uIDQ8eT0e9E/TzUsUB9P4bI/AAAAAAAAF7w/lMN1ngtW5Bk/s1600/Elie_Saab_Spring_Summer_2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uIDQ8eT0e9E/TzUsUB9P4bI/AAAAAAAAF7w/lMN1ngtW5Bk/s320/Elie_Saab_Spring_Summer_2012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CYIusy97pTU/TzUsVQyqqAI/AAAAAAAAF74/S_47afUS1u4/s1600/Elie-Saab-Spring-Summer-2012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CYIusy97pTU/TzUsVQyqqAI/AAAAAAAAF74/S_47afUS1u4/s320/Elie-Saab-Spring-Summer-2012.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6lBaad-c0Q/TzUsWU57ZpI/AAAAAAAAF78/10DC2bTqGyg/s1600/Elie-Saab-Spring-Summer-Fashion-Trend-2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6lBaad-c0Q/TzUsWU57ZpI/AAAAAAAAF78/10DC2bTqGyg/s320/Elie-Saab-Spring-Summer-Fashion-Trend-2012.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbBSoxW7DWA/TzUsXJFRP6I/AAAAAAAAF8E/IzCaigBaJWc/s1600/Elie-Saab-Spring-Summer-Fashion-Trends-2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbBSoxW7DWA/TzUsXJFRP6I/AAAAAAAAF8E/IzCaigBaJWc/s320/Elie-Saab-Spring-Summer-Fashion-Trends-2012.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-2496721807968459359?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/2496721807968459359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=2496721807968459359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2496721807968459359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2496721807968459359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2012/02/elie-saab.html' title='Elie Saab'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFwYb6WLPxs/TzUsQY9ohrI/AAAAAAAAF7g/kc5VC-oHu6c/s72-c/405-sigrid-agren-@-elie-saab-paris-fashion-week-spring-summer-2012-20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8108633744438170419</id><published>2012-02-06T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:45:24.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Donald Zolan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recebi um mail com estas pinturas lindíssimas de crianças, feitas por &lt;a href="http://www.zolan.com/"&gt;Donald Zolan&lt;/a&gt;. Não conhecia mas fiquei fã. Deixo aqui algumas mas a escolha foi difícil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PS44x3f28XI/TzAfktygGtI/AAAAAAAAF6g/F5OJkL5etbc/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PS44x3f28XI/TzAfktygGtI/AAAAAAAAF6g/F5OJkL5etbc/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXaA35aMvyY/TzAfl3E7OuI/AAAAAAAAF6o/yNO78jsuo40/s1600/images1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXaA35aMvyY/TzAfl3E7OuI/AAAAAAAAF6o/yNO78jsuo40/s1600/images1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45z_HReO5Oc/TzAfm83bnZI/AAAAAAAAF6w/dTgsjV_Xfkg/s1600/images2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nKlsz8dNA4/Ty_uExY8zTI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/QDRVwJw4K40/s1600/pinkrose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nKlsz8dNA4/Ty_uExY8zTI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/QDRVwJw4K40/s320/pinkrose.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estes panos da loiça são um espectáculo. Quando eu for rica, vou ter um de cada...lol. Podem encontrá-los &lt;a href="http://www.all-tea-towels.co.uk/"&gt;aqui.&lt;/a&gt; Mas não me posso queixar. A semana passada a minha Mommy ofereceu-me pano da loiça, duas pegas e este avental, tudo a condizer. Como dizem os meus amigos brasileiros, amei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTgCy3gonr8/Ty_uNo3sQeI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/8XExs_uS3b4/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTgCy3gonr8/Ty_uNo3sQeI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/8XExs_uS3b4/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7215186121844685872?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7215186121844685872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7215186121844685872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7215186121844685872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7215186121844685872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-dia-vou-ter-um-de-cada.html' title='Um dia vou ter um de cada!!!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nKlsz8dNA4/Ty_uExY8zTI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/QDRVwJw4K40/s72-c/pinkrose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-1105983845025873270</id><published>2012-02-06T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:21:56.129Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Homemaker Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUeUJr9dWkY/Ty_JICYZIkI/AAAAAAAAF6A/Ros_i76kvIg/s1600/HHM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUeUJr9dWkY/Ty_JICYZIkI/AAAAAAAAF6A/Ros_i76kvIg/s320/HHM.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I miss blogging!!!! I really do. So I'm back to Happy Homemaker Monday. For a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weather  in my neck of the woods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and cold, but not as much as last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that make  me happy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" id="post-8913234026487296958"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book I'm  reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought four books yesterday and I still haven't decided if I will start reading the four at the same time or just one! Two are from Stormie Omartian, one is from Beverly LaHaye and another one form Ravi Zacharias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on my TV  today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" id="post-8913234026487296958"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the menu for  dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know. I haven't been planning much lately but I must do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my To Do  List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Recipe I tried  or want to try soon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange churros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the craft  basket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dolls and cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking forward to  this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips and  Tricks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tips or tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"&gt;My favorite blog post this week:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marislittlecorner.blogspot.com/2012/02/well-it-fit-last-year.html"&gt;Well....it fit last year!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog Hopping (a new discovered blog  you would like to share with the readers):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nothing new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No words needed  (favorite photo or picture, yours or others you want to  share):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mlb7rvJzeik/Ty_NlmbfnCI/AAAAAAAAF6I/gVuw6fSXZY0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mlb7rvJzeik/Ty_NlmbfnCI/AAAAAAAAF6I/gVuw6fSXZY0/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson learned the  past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my  mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD, school and how much I miss homeschooling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devotionals,  Scripture Reading, Key Verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="heading passage-class-0"&gt; &lt;div class="txt-sm"&gt;«And when the Chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the crown of glory that  will never fade away.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-sm"&gt;Join Sandra at &lt;a href="http://familycorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5588aa;"&gt;Diary of a Stay at Home Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-1105983845025873270?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/1105983845025873270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=1105983845025873270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1105983845025873270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1105983845025873270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-homemaker-monday.html' title='Happy Homemaker Monday'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUeUJr9dWkY/Ty_JICYZIkI/AAAAAAAAF6A/Ros_i76kvIg/s72-c/HHM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4498995735004587246</id><published>2011-12-12T16:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:13:46.357Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Homemaker Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weather  in my neck of the woods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy and not too cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" id="post-8913234026487296958"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that make  me happy: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Cloudy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" id="post-8913234026487296958"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book I'm  reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to Do on the Worst Day of Your Life, by Brian Zahnd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on my TV  today: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" id="post-8913234026487296958"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the menu for  dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" id="post-8913234026487296958"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my To Do  List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ironing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Recipe I tried  or want to try soon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the craft  basket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas gifts and cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking forward to  this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband coming from Madeira, my sister coming from Brazil and my Mum's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips and  Tricks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tips or tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"&gt;My favorite blog post this week:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://especiallyheather.com/2011/12/05/be-still-my-soul/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+especiallyheather%2FEH+%28Especially+Heather%29"&gt;Be still, my soul....&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog Hopping (a new discovered blog  you would like to share with the readers):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imperfecthomemaking.com/"&gt;The Complete Guide to Imperfect Homemaking&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://amyjdelightful.blogspot.com/"&gt;Delightful Distractions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No words needed  (favorite photo or picture, yours or others you want to share):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UrDW1SH2zYk/TuYnCfsWzjI/AAAAAAAAF54/F_7_yBo_JrE/s1600/380152_2406534559831_1145160852_32231844_848564611_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UrDW1SH2zYk/TuYnCfsWzjI/AAAAAAAAF54/F_7_yBo_JrE/s320/380152_2406534559831_1145160852_32231844_848564611_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson learned the  past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything but we learn every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my  mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, Mum's birthday, Christmas, DD at home all day for two weeks (I miss that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devotionals,  Scripture Reading, Key Verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="heading passage-class-0"&gt;&lt;div class="txt-sm"&gt;«And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt-sm"&gt;Join Sandra at &lt;a href="http://familycorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diary of a Stay at Home Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4498995735004587246?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4498995735004587246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4498995735004587246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4498995735004587246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4498995735004587246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-homemaker-monday.html' title='Happy Homemaker Monday'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UrDW1SH2zYk/TuYnCfsWzjI/AAAAAAAAF54/F_7_yBo_JrE/s72-c/380152_2406534559831_1145160852_32231844_848564611_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-2792642729948557166</id><published>2011-12-02T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:46:49.801Z</updated><title type='text'>E mais outra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já que estou em onda de apresentações, vai tudo de enfiada. Ontem recebi outra prenda de Natal antecipada. Este ano está a vir tudo muito cedo!! Acho que já partilhei aqui uma vez que no Natal a minha mãe (ou a minha avó, mas a prenda é escolhida pela minha mãe) me oferece sempre uma agenda. Porque eu sou a mulher das agendas. Não passo sem uma agenda e tem de ser grande e gira, e anda sempre comigo. Até gozam comigo e dizem-me que pareço uma daquelas empresárias cheias de compromissos. Mas eu não me importo nada com isso. Sou empresária do meu lar e tenho muitos compromissos sim. E gosto de agendas, pronto! Normalmente recebo a minha agenda na noite de 24 para 25 e dia 26 é o grande dia......dia de preencher a agenda nova!!! (cada maluco com sua mania!!). E ainda tenho a sorte de ter uma mãe que se esmera na escolha da agenda. Já tive muitas e cada uma mais gira que a outra. Muitas da Taschen (sou fã destas), o ano passado foi a agenda doméstica da Porto Editora (não conhecia mas também gostei muito, este ano que está a terminar tenho uma com fotos deliciosas de bebés de Rachael Hale e a que recebi ontem é da Bimby! Não conhecia, confesso que não ando em cima das novidades, mas gostei imenso. Está giríssima, deve ter sido feita por algum maluco(a) como eu que tem a mania das listas, e tem várias receitas com fotos bem apelativas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E aqui está ela:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsvK6rudDTA/Tti5X26KM7I/AAAAAAAAF44/Yc7rviYlhAk/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsvK6rudDTA/Tti5X26KM7I/AAAAAAAAF44/Yc7rviYlhAk/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entre muitas outras receitas que vou querer experimentar, tem esta do bacalhau com natas, espinafres e cenouras, que eu tinha visto numa revista da Bimby, e que já fiz cá em casa duas vezes e foi um sucesso. É delicioso, têm de experimentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7sxc2AmP24/Tti6erPe54I/AAAAAAAAF5A/Nf4ypDpd_bA/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7sxc2AmP24/Tti6erPe54I/AAAAAAAAF5A/Nf4ypDpd_bA/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E agora que já estou apetetrechada, o dia 26 de Dezembro também vai chegar mais cedo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-2792642729948557166?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/2792642729948557166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=2792642729948557166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2792642729948557166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2792642729948557166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-mais-outra.html' title='E mais outra!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsvK6rudDTA/Tti5X26KM7I/AAAAAAAAF44/Yc7rviYlhAk/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5794541625193334887</id><published>2011-12-02T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:18:17.585Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma apresentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No meu tempo de estudante não era assim. Ah, pois não, que a minha mãe tinha mais que fazer do que andar a fazer trabalhos manuais connosco. Mas agora é assim, e se o pessoal que estudou para estas coisas acha que está bem, se calhar tem razão, embora eu tenha as minhas dúvidas. Então é assim: o Departamento de Língua Portuguesa da escola da minha filha convidou os alunos e respectivas famílias a fazer uns bonecos com materiais reutilizados e/ou recicláveis sobre um escritor português. Houve um sorteio e à minha filha saiu-lhe na sorte João de Deus. Não sei se foi bom ou mau mas lá conseguimos inventar qualquer coisa. E eu que até fugi do curso de educadora de infância por causa dos trabalhos manuais, agora vejo-me nestes assados. Não tenho jeitinho nenhum (e a filha sai à mãe e atira ao pai, que é igual a mim nesse aspecto) mas de há uns anos para cá gosto de fazer estas coisas. Há coisas estranhas. Falta-me o jeito mas não me faltam ideias nem vontade. Bem, lá saiu qualquer coisa mas desconfio que se o senhor fosse vivo, não ia achar muita graça.&amp;nbsp;A não ser que tivesse um elevado sentido de humor que, confesso a minha ignorância, não sei se era uma das suas características. Pelo menos divertimo-nos e recordámos a Cartilha Maternal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDzLs51rOZc/Ttiz0e6t9II/AAAAAAAAF4g/XpiejcxmRVA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDzLs51rOZc/Ttiz0e6t9II/AAAAAAAAF4g/XpiejcxmRVA/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCCrK35jVVE/Ttiz1xp5-RI/AAAAAAAAF4o/Ko0GXZ8J18M/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCCrK35jVVE/Ttiz1xp5-RI/AAAAAAAAF4o/Ko0GXZ8J18M/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgLqnqiasPw/Ttiz3vdEfKI/AAAAAAAAF4w/Ym7Kr5Zi6jg/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgLqnqiasPw/Ttiz3vdEfKI/AAAAAAAAF4w/Ym7Kr5Zi6jg/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5794541625193334887?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5794541625193334887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5794541625193334887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5794541625193334887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5794541625193334887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/12/mais-uma-apresentacao.html' title='Mais uma apresentação'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDzLs51rOZc/Ttiz0e6t9II/AAAAAAAAF4g/XpiejcxmRVA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-487114763194597129</id><published>2011-12-02T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:07:07.222Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha nova ajudante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como partilhei aqui convosco que estava a precisar de uma máquina de secar, tenho de vos apresentar a minha nova ajudante, uma prenda antecipada da minha avó e que está a dar um jeitão. Ela já chegou há alguns dias mas só hoje teve direito a apresentação. Aqui está ela:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KQCbSc-1ok/TtixTnaxsyI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/g4tpBSHIL_8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KQCbSc-1ok/TtixTnaxsyI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/g4tpBSHIL_8/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-487114763194597129?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/487114763194597129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=487114763194597129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/487114763194597129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/487114763194597129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/12/minha-nova-ajudante.html' title='A minha nova ajudante'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KQCbSc-1ok/TtixTnaxsyI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/g4tpBSHIL_8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-40910849870945792</id><published>2011-11-23T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:40:29.087Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I'm not going to be here tomorrow, I'm posting this message a bit earlier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHoT45Fstjo/Ts1n6Yigp2I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/EQqNqqOpuvA/s1600/8493-009-33-1042.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHoT45Fstjo/Ts1n6Yigp2I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/EQqNqqOpuvA/s320/8493-009-33-1042.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-40910849870945792?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/40910849870945792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=40910849870945792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/40910849870945792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/40910849870945792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHoT45Fstjo/Ts1n6Yigp2I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/EQqNqqOpuvA/s72-c/8493-009-33-1042.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4243246495565707280</id><published>2011-11-21T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:09:22.872Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Homemaker Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRnI36VYMj0/Tsp0-yqjIyI/AAAAAAAAF34/CTe32CNltRo/s1600/HHM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRnI36VYMj0/Tsp0-yqjIyI/AAAAAAAAF34/CTe32CNltRo/s320/HHM.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weather  in my neck of the woods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and not too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that make  me happy: &lt;/span&gt; My nephew. He is so sweet and I feel so happy for being an aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book I'm  reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hope Chest: A Legacy of Love, by Rebekah  Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on my TV  today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news (state budget for 2012). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the menu for  dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my To Do  List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Ironing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Recipe I tried  or want to try soon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new but yesterday we had raclette for lunch and I haven't had this dish for years. It is delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the craft  basket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing. I'm just having some new ideas for Thanksgiving and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking forward to  this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving. I know we don't celebrate it in Portugal but I started celebrating it last year and I really like the idea of doing it. It is so important to be thankful in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips and  Tricks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of using one in the kitchen but I think it's a great idea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DivR7ks2rVg/Tsp4Ep_2SLI/AAAAAAAAF4A/a0ds9EyyoNc/s1600/58335757642900391_xhMuoEPJ_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DivR7ks2rVg/Tsp4Ep_2SLI/AAAAAAAAF4A/a0ds9EyyoNc/s320/58335757642900391_xhMuoEPJ_c.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"&gt;My favorite blog post this week:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marislittlecorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/babysitting.html"&gt;Mari's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog Hopping (a new discovered blog  you would like to share with the readers):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nothing new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No words needed  (favorite photo or picture, yours or others you want to  share):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbePvO9TwP0/Tsp5444Vi0I/AAAAAAAAF4I/vBZJga9FOe4/s1600/thumbnail+individual+roses+redu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbePvO9TwP0/Tsp5444Vi0I/AAAAAAAAF4I/vBZJga9FOe4/s320/thumbnail+individual+roses+redu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://rosyinspiration.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rosy Inspiration,&lt;/a&gt; a beautiful blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson learned the  past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;«Our momentum grows when we move together» Pr. William Prentice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my  mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much. Another headache is just coming and when that happens, I can only think about getting rid of it! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devotionals,  Scripture Reading, Key Verses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;«Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you who belong to  Christ Jesus.» 1 Thessalonians 5:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Join &lt;a href="http://familycorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandra&lt;/a&gt; at Diary of a Stay at Home Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4243246495565707280?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4243246495565707280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4243246495565707280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4243246495565707280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4243246495565707280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-homemaker-monday_21.html' title='Happy Homemaker Monday'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRnI36VYMj0/Tsp0-yqjIyI/AAAAAAAAF34/CTe32CNltRo/s72-c/HHM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5839726747182456404</id><published>2011-11-16T13:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:35:09.230Z</updated><title type='text'>A neve já chegou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prontinha para começar a fazer o almoço e entorno uma grande parte da caixa da farinha. O resultado foi este:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzwDBJSpkwk/TsO7mWC_0FI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/yhsSnSRuGB0/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzwDBJSpkwk/TsO7mWC_0FI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/yhsSnSRuGB0/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MCiorD3Ju6U/TsO723EBqHI/AAAAAAAAF3g/bkU_Qn8zTcE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MCiorD3Ju6U/TsO723EBqHI/AAAAAAAAF3g/bkU_Qn8zTcE/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-fSAy_4Ktk/TsO74tm_l7I/AAAAAAAAF3o/rJSIJutmRH0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-fSAy_4Ktk/TsO74tm_l7I/AAAAAAAAF3o/rJSIJutmRH0/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9d9RNS4IBnc/TsO76lixK-I/AAAAAAAAF3w/T7Ba0dMM06A/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9d9RNS4IBnc/TsO76lixK-I/AAAAAAAAF3w/T7Ba0dMM06A/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lolitabijus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sónia,&lt;/a&gt; era bom para incluir no teu "Coisas que me tiram do sério". Como dizem os meus amigos brasileiros, ninguém merece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5839726747182456404?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5839726747182456404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5839726747182456404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5839726747182456404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5839726747182456404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/11/neve-ja-chegou.html' title='A neve já chegou!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzwDBJSpkwk/TsO7mWC_0FI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/yhsSnSRuGB0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5247509522468975542</id><published>2011-11-14T12:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:26:00.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Homemaker Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzHjrYxlT1g/TsD_GbtigFI/AAAAAAAAF3A/C7_7puNLpTM/s1600/HHM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzHjrYxlT1g/TsD_GbtigFI/AAAAAAAAF3A/C7_7puNLpTM/s320/HHM.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weather  in my neck of the woods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that make  me happy:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; My family makes me happy. I had such a great surprise yesterday. My sister-in-law and my beautiful nephew rang our door when we were finishing lunch. We thought they were in India, where they live!!! What a wonderful surprise. I thank God for being so good to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book I'm  reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hope Chest: A Legacy of Love, by Rebekah Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on my TV  today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV is off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the menu for  dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know. I haven't still done my menu planning but I must do it quickly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my To Do  List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Studying for my biblical course,helping DD with  homework and ironing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" id="post-8913234026487296958"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Recipe I tried  or want to try soon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange and honey cake, a recipe by Tom Norrington-Davies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the craft  basket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just did this for a friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts3PrvbSI8Q/TsEC1yNNurI/AAAAAAAAF3I/BNQ0S4raV5I/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts3PrvbSI8Q/TsEC1yNNurI/AAAAAAAAF3I/BNQ0S4raV5I/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking forward to  this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with my nephew and sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips and  Tricks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your house to smell heavenly, just boil some orange peels with a little bit of cinnamon for a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"&gt;My favorite blog post this week:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artfulhomemaking.com/2011/11/you-have-no-idea-how-much-you-have.html"&gt;You have no idea how much you have&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog  Hopping (a new discovered blog you would like to share with the  readers):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blessedhomemaking.com/"&gt;Blessed Homemaking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No words needed  (favorite photo or picture, yours or others you want to  share):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fagp9RsLbRk/TsEFzJVZhdI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/WPjC9w2cT3s/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fagp9RsLbRk/TsEFzJVZhdI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/WPjC9w2cT3s/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson learned  the past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, although I am constantly bombarded with criticism because of the way I live my life, I don't have to feel sad or angry. I just have to turn to God, because He is my strength and only He knows what is best for me and my family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my  mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devotionals,  Scripture Reading, Key Verses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. (Psalm 34:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5247509522468975542?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5247509522468975542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5247509522468975542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5247509522468975542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5247509522468975542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-homemaker-monday_14.html' title='Happy Homemaker Monday'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzHjrYxlT1g/TsD_GbtigFI/AAAAAAAAF3A/C7_7puNLpTM/s72-c/HHM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5308749602684723002</id><published>2011-11-08T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:02:33.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Cheira bem....cheira a laranja e canela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem o nosso jantar foi peixe grelhado, algo de que gosto muito mas que deixa sempre na casa um cheiro muito desagradável. Por mais que se abram janelas ou que se ligue o&amp;nbsp;exaustor, o cheiro não passa. Costumo acender uma daquelas velas com cheiro, embora também não sejam muito eficazes. Hoje não tinha nenhuma e utilizei uma receita muito mais natural, simples e prática: fervi umas cascas de laranja com um pouco de&amp;nbsp;canela e&amp;nbsp;em pouco tempo o cheiro a peixe desapareceu completamente. O aroma que agora inunda a casa é simplesmente delicioso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5RfU1i6pxA/TrkMOZRaPXI/AAAAAAAAF24/p6iQ6g3LM6E/s1600/467674628_TrnR34sd_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5RfU1i6pxA/TrkMOZRaPXI/AAAAAAAAF24/p6iQ6g3LM6E/s320/467674628_TrnR34sd_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5308749602684723002?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5308749602684723002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5308749602684723002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5308749602684723002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5308749602684723002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/11/cheira-bemcheira-laranja-e-canela.html' title='Cheira bem....cheira a laranja e canela'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5RfU1i6pxA/TrkMOZRaPXI/AAAAAAAAF24/p6iQ6g3LM6E/s72-c/467674628_TrnR34sd_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8171966538704938582</id><published>2011-11-08T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:58:22.827Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não é económico, não é ecológico, mas acho que preciso disto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tL9IbvEQTI/Trj5yGSIwvI/AAAAAAAAF2o/7DT9-m3ToNw/s1600/18694810_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tL9IbvEQTI/Trj5yGSIwvI/AAAAAAAAF2o/7DT9-m3ToNw/s320/18694810_1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para acabar de vez com isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7PoDTD-140/Trj579IGDgI/AAAAAAAAF2w/D9Zse0J5-8s/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7PoDTD-140/Trj579IGDgI/AAAAAAAAF2w/D9Zse0J5-8s/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou então acho que também serve uma casa maior (lol)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8171966538704938582?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8171966538704938582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8171966538704938582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8171966538704938582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8171966538704938582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-e-economico-nao-e-ecologico-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tL9IbvEQTI/Trj5yGSIwvI/AAAAAAAAF2o/7DT9-m3ToNw/s72-c/18694810_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-2474910081247186876</id><published>2011-11-07T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T15:57:43.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Homemaker Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4OeDWU5y-4/Trf7OoTqoFI/AAAAAAAAF18/NRe9PUwBS_s/s1600/HHM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4OeDWU5y-4/Trf7OoTqoFI/AAAAAAAAF18/NRe9PUwBS_s/s320/HHM.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weather  in my neck of the woods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and not too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that make  me happy:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Spending time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book I'm  reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read a book from a prized Portuguese author but I think I'm going to give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on my TV  today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news. When my Granny is awake, we're always watching a news channel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" id="post-8913234026487296958"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the menu for  dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup, spaghetti and fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my To Do  List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Studying for my biblical course and helping DD with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" id="post-8913234026487296958"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Recipe I tried  or want to try soon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamed clams with cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the craft  basket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KdqwxAE3UxQ/Trf9M_RY8qI/AAAAAAAAF2E/c2PX9yAZ6QU/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KdqwxAE3UxQ/Trf9M_RY8qI/AAAAAAAAF2E/c2PX9yAZ6QU/s320/082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking forward to  this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips and  Tricks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tips or tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"&gt;My favorite blog post this week:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://especiallyheather.com/2011/11/01/the-firsts/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+especiallyheather%2FEH+%28Especially+Heather%29"&gt;The first's...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog Hopping (a new discovered blog  you would like to share with the readers):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entreocampoeacidade.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui pelo campo...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No words needed  (favorite photo or picture, yours or others you want to share):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4t1Y3Tx0VGA/Trf_SMGNvkI/AAAAAAAAF2M/mocCis_VP0E/s1600/350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4t1Y3Tx0VGA/Trf_SMGNvkI/AAAAAAAAF2M/mocCis_VP0E/s320/350.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned  the past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything in particular, although I'm always learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my  mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devotionals,  Scripture Reading, Key Verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8nFvJuOILI/Trf_wFcnu4I/AAAAAAAAF2U/RwEUSuQwXVA/s1600/301082_143982959036740_100002751116613_150085_1674779944_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8nFvJuOILI/Trf_wFcnu4I/AAAAAAAAF2U/RwEUSuQwXVA/s1600/301082_143982959036740_100002751116613_150085_1674779944_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-2474910081247186876?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/2474910081247186876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=2474910081247186876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2474910081247186876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2474910081247186876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-homemaker-monday.html' title='Happy Homemaker Monday'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4OeDWU5y-4/Trf7OoTqoFI/AAAAAAAAF18/NRe9PUwBS_s/s72-c/HHM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-34475842871285372</id><published>2011-11-04T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:09:20.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Galochas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei se há por aí mais gente com o trauma das galochas e da capa amarela para a chuva! Quando era miúda, não gostava da chuva como gosto agora. Nem pensar. Uma chuvinha molha tolos ainda se aguentava mas quando as torneiras do céu se abriam, a minha mãe ia logo buscar a capa e as galochas amarelas e era um terror. Eu preferia ter uma gripe a ir para&amp;nbsp;a escola naquela figura!!! Mas agora até dá vontade de sair para a rua num dia de muita chuva. Eu já ultrapassei o trauma e comprei esta semana umas galochas! O meu modelito não está aqui mas deixo-vos com outros muito giros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-fbDQlThSI/TrRwbbWPa0I/AAAAAAAAF1M/2CKRrsa-0Z4/s1600/detalhes-galochas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-fbDQlThSI/TrRwbbWPa0I/AAAAAAAAF1M/2CKRrsa-0Z4/s320/detalhes-galochas.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOQFm4J-COE/TrRwdquOgiI/AAAAAAAAF1U/8Emn1LWGtU8/s1600/estampas-galochas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOQFm4J-COE/TrRwdquOgiI/AAAAAAAAF1U/8Emn1LWGtU8/s320/estampas-galochas.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kez8qxU2imY/TrRwehM1yvI/AAAAAAAAF1c/E-4pBFvPL4s/s1600/GALOCHA-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kez8qxU2imY/TrRwehM1yvI/AAAAAAAAF1c/E-4pBFvPL4s/s1600/GALOCHA-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4OuuZhqVRI/TrRwf7RZxHI/AAAAAAAAF1k/OM5Xt5y8_10/s1600/galochas3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4OuuZhqVRI/TrRwf7RZxHI/AAAAAAAAF1k/OM5Xt5y8_10/s1600/galochas3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RgVRa_f7U_8/TrRwh90uTVI/AAAAAAAAF1s/f6GQUo7DZUI/s1600/galochas-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RgVRa_f7U_8/TrRwh90uTVI/AAAAAAAAF1s/f6GQUo7DZUI/s320/galochas-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcjUVOFtA9w/TrRwj8fRj2I/AAAAAAAAF10/XAJTmqqPeVQ/s1600/galochas-alta003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcjUVOFtA9w/TrRwj8fRj2I/AAAAAAAAF10/XAJTmqqPeVQ/s320/galochas-alta003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-34475842871285372?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/34475842871285372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=34475842871285372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/34475842871285372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/34475842871285372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/11/galochas.html' title='Galochas'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-fbDQlThSI/TrRwbbWPa0I/AAAAAAAAF1M/2CKRrsa-0Z4/s72-c/detalhes-galochas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3376278777131206325</id><published>2011-11-04T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:06:39.287Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para começar, devo dizer que não sou nada criativa na escolha dos meus títulos. Esta deve ser para aí a décima reflexão que faço, ou melhor, a décima mensagem a que chamo reflexões porque quanto às ditas, faço eu muitas todos os dias! Sempre tive uma dificuldade com títulos, com rótulos generalizando mais a coisa. Já na escola o meu maior prazer era escrever composições. Ou redacções como se dizia naquela altura. Com c, que por enquanto recuso-me a tirar o c. Mas vou acabar por ter de o fazer. Como tantas outras coisas a que temos que nos habituar mesmo sem gostar. Isto daria para outra mensagem mas agora não me apetece ir por aí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tal como muitas crianças (podem dizer a verdade pais, mesmo que não pareça bem!), preciso de me distrair com a televisão quando estou a tomar o pequeno-almoço. Eu sei que o pequeno-almoço é a refeição mais importante do dia e até nem consigo passar sem ela, mas custa a entrar. É por isso que uso o truque da TV. E ajuda mesmo! Costumava ver as notícias da manhã mas como não tenho paciência para zappings, às vezes só apanhava a parte do futebol que deve ser muito importante, mas não para mim. Sou do Benfica porque sim, por tradição familiar, mas nem sei quem joga lá nem que resultados tem o clube. Acho que sei quem é o treinador, o que já não me parece nada mau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dizem que a conversa é como as cerejas mas passa-se o mesmo quando escrevo. Ainda não cheguei ao que realmente quero dizer! Mas vou chegar. É só mais umm bocadinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E então, não só por causa do futebol mas porque apanho todos os dias uma overdose de notícias com a minha avó a passar tardes inteiras a ver a Sic Notícias, resolvi escolher outra programação para os meus pequenos-almoços. E cheguei a um tal de Discovery Travel &amp;amp; Living. Tenho a impressão de que o canal já tem entretanto outro nome mas isso agora também não interessa nada. E dependendo da hora do pequeno-almoço, comecei a ver dois programas que muito me agradam, dado o meu gosto por cozinhar e também por comer: My Greek Kitchen e Great British Food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entretanto, e como o dito canal parece ser um bocadinho instável em matéria de programação, nas últimas duas manhãs não houve culinária para ninguém. Ontem vi umas noivas mas nem cheguei a perceber muito bem de que tipo de programa se tratava. E hoje vi uma coisa que me deixou boquiaberta. Umas meninas que estavam a participar num concurso chamado America's Trezured Dolls. Meninas pequenas, desde bebés até cerca dos seis anos, todas maquilhadas e penteadas como adultas, obrigadas pelas mães a desfilar e a fazer poses sensuais perante um júri e uma assistência. Vi uma menina de dois anos, que já tinha entrado em cerca de 80 concursos do género, e que naquele dia fez uma birra em pleno palco, deixando a mãe muito aborrecida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiquei abismada porque desconhecia este mundo. E chocada porque não estou de acordo com semelhantes situações. Mas isto levou-me a outra reflexão. Será que tenho o direito de julgar? Haverá muitos que, tal como eu, se sentem chocados com aquelas imagens, mas haverá outros tantos, como aquelas mães, que não vêem mal algum naquilo. Interrogo-me onde está o equilíbrio nisto tudo. Não tenho uma resposta. Sei que não gosto de extremos. Mas também não sei qual é o ponto de equilíbrio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre me irritaram as pessoas que estão sempre prontas para julgar as atitudes dos outros. E se tenho sido alvo de críticas! Mas nem sequer é uma questão pessoal. Desde criança que sempre saí em defesa daqueles que eram vítimas de julgamentos, preconceitos, humilhações. Está-me no sangue. A minha mãe até dizia com alguma graça que já não tinha paciência para mim, «sempre defensora dos pobrezinhos, dos velhinhos, das criancinhas, dos animaizinhos, dos desgraçadinhos».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não temos o direito de julgar, mas também não podemos aceitar tudo como normal, dir-me-ão muitos. E eu estou de acordo. Talvez por esse excesso de "respeito" pela liberdade do outro tenhamos chegado a esta crise de valores em que vivemos. Em que ficamos então? Sinceramente não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dir-me-ão outros que nós, cristãos, temos a obrigação de nos levantarmos contra aquilo que é contrário à Palavra de Deus. Porque nós conhecemos &lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; verdade. Sim, estou de acordo. Mas quem não conhece &lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; verdade, conhece outras verdades e está convencido de que tem a razão do seu lado. Porque todos queremos ter razão. E até dentro da igreja temos tantas e tantas divergências. Posso dar um exemplo muito concreto, que se passa comigo. Eu, e milhares de cristãos por esse mundo fora, encontro fundamento bíblico para cuidar da minha família a tempo inteiro e não procurar trabalho remunerado fora de casa ou para ser a favor do ensino doméstico. Mas muitas outras pessoas dentro da igreja encontram na Bíblia razões para pensarem de forma completamente oposta. E quem tem razão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não tenho, de facto, as respostas para tudo, mas penso que temos de fazer um esforço para sermos razoavelmente equilibrados e sensatos, sem cair em fundamentalismos. Podemos defender aquilo em que acreditamos com palavras, mas sobretudo com o nosso estilo de vida, mas sem agredirmos nem julgarmos os outros. E não queiramos fazer um trabalho que não é nosso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«E, quando ele vier, convencerá o mundo do pecado, e da justiça e do juízo.» João 16:8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3376278777131206325?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3376278777131206325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3376278777131206325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3376278777131206325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3376278777131206325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/11/reflexoes.html' title='Reflexões'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3441381126326621615</id><published>2011-10-11T17:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T17:49:26.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto / Não gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8daU7yRAuo/TpRvjuBq1DI/AAAAAAAAF04/ynfHl3BLYOU/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8daU7yRAuo/TpRvjuBq1DI/AAAAAAAAF04/ynfHl3BLYOU/s320/044.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um gosto/não gosto à maneira do Alta Definição. Só porque sim. Porque me apeteceu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto das pessoas e das histórias que elas têm para contar. Não gosto da maldade e do preconceito. E não gosto nada de injustiças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de seguir na direcção contrária à que a maioria toma. A não ser que eu ache que a maioria escolheu o caminho certo. Mas isso não acontece muitas vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto do Outono, dos dias cinzentos, da chuva a bater nas janelas, do cheiro a terra molhada. Mas também gosto de praia e das esplanadas nos dias quentes de Verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de viajar. Muito. Mas acho que viajo pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de escrever. E de ler. Gosto de sonhar, de dar asas à imaginação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de comer. Gosto de receber pessoas em casa e de cozinhar para elas. Não gosto da confusão nem do barulho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de rir. E de sorrir. Não gosto de gente que não sorri. Mas gosto de perceber o porquê e muitas vezes acabo por gostar até muito dessas pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de dormir. Não gosto de acordar cedo. Mas depois de tomar um duche, gosto de saber que acordei cedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de gatos mas não gostava de ter um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de todas as tarefas domésticas. Gosto de estar em casa. Mas também gosto de passear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto do mar mas gosto mais ainda da montanha e do verde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de flores, especialmente de rosas. E gosto de tudo o que tenha rosas e cor-de-rosa. Mas a minha cor preferida é o azul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostava de viver em Inglaterra. Mas também gosto de viver em Portugal. E acho que não gostava nada de viver no país em que nasci. Porque não gosto de calor. Nem gosto de bichos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não gosto que não gostem de mim e gosto de gostar dos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não gosto nada da falta de pontualidade e de responsabilidade. Gosto de agendas. E de listas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de música. Gosto de cantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de poder comprar as coisas de que gosto mas não gosto de ir às compras. Não tenho paciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de fotografias mas não gosto de aparecer nelas. Já gostei. Não gosto de ter peso a mais. Mas não gosto de fazer exercício.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de cinema. No cinema. E gosto de teatro, de concertos, de museus, de ópera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto muito da minha família, dos meus amigos e de muitas pessoas. Mas não gosto de ser obrigada a conviver com quem não gosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de amar e não gosto nada quando tenho de me zangar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto muito de saber que Deus me ama mas não posso dizer que gosto d'Ele porque O adoro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de muitas outras coisas e não gosto de mais algumas. Mas fico por aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostei de fazer este exercício. Foi divertido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3441381126326621615?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3441381126326621615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3441381126326621615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3441381126326621615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3441381126326621615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/10/gosto-nao-gosto.html' title='Gosto / Não gosto'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8daU7yRAuo/TpRvjuBq1DI/AAAAAAAAF04/ynfHl3BLYOU/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8308124360460147254</id><published>2011-10-07T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:31:17.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Fave Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEc85miuu3I/To9EhNcYJ8I/AAAAAAAAF00/LkUlJ8jzIyA/s1600/FFF+fall+background.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEc85miuu3I/To9EhNcYJ8I/AAAAAAAAF00/LkUlJ8jzIyA/s1600/FFF+fall+background.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the first time, I'm joining in with Susanne at &lt;a href="http://susannesspace.blogspot.com/2011/10/fridays-fave-five-160.html"&gt;Living to Tell the Story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite five for last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; A wonderful &lt;strong&gt;mother&amp;amp;daughter&lt;/strong&gt; afternoon in Lisbon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-al9_vRtbupE/To9BjoasGoI/AAAAAAAAF0s/_EwQqYvjP4U/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-al9_vRtbupE/To9BjoasGoI/AAAAAAAAF0s/_EwQqYvjP4U/s320/038.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pastéis de Belém&lt;/strong&gt; (custard tarts). Delicious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-weWnkQefj30/To9CterbjVI/AAAAAAAAF0w/lXUjcghsIWc/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-weWnkQefj30/To9CterbjVI/AAAAAAAAF0w/lXUjcghsIWc/s320/037.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Being a homemaker&lt;/strong&gt;. I love being a homemaker and I never get tired of saying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Reading&lt;/strong&gt;. I love reading. I could spend hours reading if I had nothing else to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Cooking.&lt;/strong&gt; I love cooking and I tried a new recipe this week. A different kind of rice pudding. But I have no pictures1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8308124360460147254?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8308124360460147254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8308124360460147254' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8308124360460147254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8308124360460147254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/10/fridays-fave-five.html' title='Friday&apos;s Fave Five'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEc85miuu3I/To9EhNcYJ8I/AAAAAAAAF00/LkUlJ8jzIyA/s72-c/FFF+fall+background.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8468193982411094621</id><published>2011-09-21T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:21:17.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9eiJkWAsuQ/TnmeSQ-uO8I/AAAAAAAAF0o/PEXoXbuSzpg/s1600/fall20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9eiJkWAsuQ/TnmeSQ-uO8I/AAAAAAAAF0o/PEXoXbuSzpg/s320/fall20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para todos os que por aqui passarem, um tempo lindo e colorido como as folhas do Outono, e uma brisa fresquinha de bênçãos de Deus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8468193982411094621?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8468193982411094621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8468193982411094621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8468193982411094621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8468193982411094621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/09/outono.html' title='Outono'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9eiJkWAsuQ/TnmeSQ-uO8I/AAAAAAAAF0o/PEXoXbuSzpg/s72-c/fall20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-1066913002349175360</id><published>2011-09-11T19:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:57:15.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GWsjCH9SH8Y/Tm0EeD_23FI/AAAAAAAAF0k/ptJcV5Qj7Vo/s1600/9-11-01candlesimplelarge19.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GWsjCH9SH8Y/Tm0EeD_23FI/AAAAAAAAF0k/ptJcV5Qj7Vo/s320/9-11-01candlesimplelarge19.gif" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-1066913002349175360?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/1066913002349175360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=1066913002349175360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1066913002349175360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1066913002349175360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GWsjCH9SH8Y/Tm0EeD_23FI/AAAAAAAAF0k/ptJcV5Qj7Vo/s72-c/9-11-01candlesimplelarge19.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7427499934608192299</id><published>2011-08-22T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:06:43.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Homemaker Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOe1gl9Kg24/TlJz-ml_abI/AAAAAAAAF0c/iPNv7XyudaI/s1600/HHM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOe1gl9Kg24/TlJz-ml_abI/AAAAAAAAF0c/iPNv7XyudaI/s320/HHM.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weather in my neck of the woods:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy but hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that make me happy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book I'm reading:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Without Limits - Nick Vujicic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's on my TV today: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News. In the afternoon, my Granny stays in the living-room and she only likes to watch the news, so I'm well-informed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the menu for dinner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup and....something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my To Do List:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironing and Homeschooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Recipe I tried or want to try soon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the craft basket:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking forward to this week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips and Tricks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start going to bed half an hour earlier. You'll get more rest and, at the same time, you're saving energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite blog post this week: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://annofgreencables.blogspot.com/2011/08/here-i-am.html"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;just because the last time this blogger posted was 4 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;Blog Hopping (a new discovered blog you would like to share with the readers):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artfulhomemaking.com/"&gt;Artful Homemaking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words needed (favorite photo or picture, yours or others you want to share):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zVr6Q2g_os/TlJ86D3jNgI/AAAAAAAAF0g/62fl_UGGoV4/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zVr6Q2g_os/TlJ86D3jNgI/AAAAAAAAF0g/62fl_UGGoV4/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned the past few days:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think&amp;nbsp;of anything to write here but we're always learning something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD is starting shool next month, after 4 years of homeschooling. DD and I are not really excited about it but we know that God is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devotionals, Scripture Reading, Key Verses:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 1:21&lt;br /&gt;&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/11354371-7427499934608192299?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7427499934608192299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7427499934608192299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7427499934608192299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7427499934608192299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-homemaker-monday.html' title='Happy Homemaker Monday'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOe1gl9Kg24/TlJz-ml_abI/AAAAAAAAF0c/iPNv7XyudaI/s72-c/HHM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-9141668171863695334</id><published>2011-07-28T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:57:17.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55CBkwWxOeY/TjEWUYRfa2I/AAAAAAAAF0Q/tMFKLu53v5Q/s1600/algarve+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55CBkwWxOeY/TjEWUYRfa2I/AAAAAAAAF0Q/tMFKLu53v5Q/s320/algarve+038.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;«As pessoas sensatas reflectem antes de falar e assim utilizam palavras mais convincentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As palavras amáveis são como um favo de mel: agradáveis ao gosto e reconfortantes para o corpo.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provérbios 16:23-24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-9141668171863695334?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/9141668171863695334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=9141668171863695334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/9141668171863695334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/9141668171863695334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-pessoas-sensatas-reflectem-antes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55CBkwWxOeY/TjEWUYRfa2I/AAAAAAAAF0Q/tMFKLu53v5Q/s72-c/algarve+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-1360985395347392315</id><published>2011-07-05T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:13:11.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ib0e3NM5Ef4/ThM34-l8W1I/AAAAAAAAFzU/3FDiAEZwZ3Y/s1600/6021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ib0e3NM5Ef4/ThM34-l8W1I/AAAAAAAAFzU/3FDiAEZwZ3Y/s320/6021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can find this image &lt;a href="http://shop.tashatudorandfamily.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;amp;flypage=shop.flypage&amp;amp;product_id=180&amp;amp;category_id=10&amp;amp;manufacturer_id=0&amp;amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;amp;Itemid=1&amp;amp;vmcchk=1&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I am not a homemaker because I had too little ambition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or education to make anything else of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No~~I am a homemaker because God has given me the infinite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honor of being a wife, and I delight in employing every ability that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has equipped me with, in this glad career."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Mrs. Lanier Ivester ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-1360985395347392315?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/1360985395347392315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=1360985395347392315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1360985395347392315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1360985395347392315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-can-find-this-image-here-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ib0e3NM5Ef4/ThM34-l8W1I/AAAAAAAAFzU/3FDiAEZwZ3Y/s72-c/6021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-2134085705474643059</id><published>2011-06-02T10:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:14:22.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegremo-nos e confiemos nas promessas de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A nossa junta de freguesia organizou uma feira do livro muito simpática, com várias actividades, que eu e a minha filha já visitámos mais do que uma vez. Comprei lá este livro que há muito tempo tinha vontade de ler:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KilbUMUfDk/TedMY5LYlAI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/zD90Ho_34bk/s1600/imagesCAWMUQYR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KilbUMUfDk/TedMY5LYlAI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/zD90Ho_34bk/s1600/imagesCAWMUQYR.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Li-o em dois dias (a minha filha diz que eu sou uma devoradora de livros mas ela não me conheceu nessa fase porque agora os afazeres são muitos e, embora os livros estejam sempre presentes, o tempo que dedico à leitura é consideravelmente menor do que há uns anos atrás)﻿ e satisfiz a curiosidade natural que muitos de nós temos por este tipo de histórias. Mas aquilo que verdadeiramente me impressionou foi a fé desta mulher no meio de tão grande e tão prolongada adversidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Numa ocasião, um dos guerrilheiros que nos vigiavam, um jovem que parecia formal e decente, perguntou-me, depois de recolher as panelas da comida: "Clara, para quem é que canta?" Respondi-lhe que cantava para o meu pai Deus, e expliquei-lhe que me tinham ensinado a acreditar em Deus como se ele fosse meu pai. Ele replicou: "Se Deus existisse, pode ter a certeza de que não estaria cativa como está". E eu argumentei que não estava cativa por vontade de Deus mas por vontade dos chefes dele, de quem não sabia o paradeiro. E terminei dizendo-lhe que quando precisasse de ajuda porque, certamente, alguma vez haveria de precisar, pedisse ao Senhor que lhe iluminasse o caminho.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Não houve momento algum, durante o cativeiro, em que a minha fé em Deus e na sua profunda misericórdia, fraquejasse. E é preciso não esquecer que, em todo o mundo, todos os dias, houve milhares de pessoas que rezaram por mim e pelo meu filho».&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Quero que Emmanuel saiba que a mãe é uma mulher feliz, apesar da adversidade que enfrentou e que, com a ajuda de Deus, teve a coragem de ultrapassar.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E como os pensamentos, mais ainda do que as palavras, são como as cerejas, pensei na tão falada crise e na tristeza que invadiu o coração e a vida de tanta gente. Sei que muita gente vive tempos muito difíceis mas custa-me que nós, os crentes, também estejamos assim tristes. E estamos a passar esta tristeza e esta angústia para os nossos filhos. Oiço tantas vezes coisas do género: «tens de&amp;nbsp;perceber que a vida está muito dífcil, as coisas agora já não vão ser como eram, prepara-te porque vêm aí tempos ainda piores, isto está muito mal, etc., etc.» Penso que os valores que devemos transmitir aos nossos filhos são os mesmos, tanto em tempos de crise como em tempos de prosperidade. Claro que não devem querer ter tudo, claro que devem aprender a dar e a não esbanjar. E claro que, se há menos dinheiro em casa, há coisas que vamos ter de cortar. Mas não temos de ficar angustiados nem tristes. Se não podemos ir ao cinema, vamos ao parque; se não podemos ir ao restaurante, fazemos um piquenique; se não podemos comer bifes, comemos atum; se não podemos comprar roupa nova, remendamos a que temos.... E por aí fora. Claro que há situações bem mais complicadas do que estas que aqui mencionei mas é nestas alturas que temos que nos firmar nas promessas de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Por isso vos digo: Não andeis cuidadosos quanto à vossa vida, pelo que haveis de comer ou pelo que haveis de beber; nem quanto ao vosso corpo, pelo que haveis de vestir. Não é a vida mais do que o mantimento, e o corpo mais do que o vestuário?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhai para as aves do céu, que nem semeiam, nem segam, nem ajuntam em celeiros; e vosso Pai celestial as alimenta. Não tendes vós muito mais valor do que elas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E qual de vós poderá, com todos os seus cuidados, acrescentar um côvado à sua estatura?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, quanto ao vestuário, por que andais solícitos? Olhai para os lírios do campo, como eles crescem; não trabalham nem fiam;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu vos digo que nem mesmo Salomão, em toda a sua glória, se vestiu como qualquer deles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois, se Deus assim veste a erva do campo, que hoje existe, e amanhã é lançada no forno, não vos vestirá muito mais a vós, homens de pouca fé?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não andeis, pois, inquietos, dizendo: Que comeremos, ou que beberemos, ou com que nos vestiremos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Porque todas estas coisas os gentios procuram). De certo vosso Pai celestial bem sabe que necessitais de todas estas coisas;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, buscai primeiro o reino de Deus, e a sua justiça, e todas estas coisas vos serão acrescentadas.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mateus 6:25-33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-2134085705474643059?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/2134085705474643059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=2134085705474643059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2134085705474643059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2134085705474643059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/06/alegremo-nos-e-confiemos-nas-promessas.html' title='Alegremo-nos e confiemos nas promessas de Deus'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KilbUMUfDk/TedMY5LYlAI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/zD90Ho_34bk/s72-c/imagesCAWMUQYR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5156870376850963141</id><published>2011-05-26T11:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:09:35.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus te acompanhe mana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fngPx1180c0/Td4mb8YCMtI/AAAAAAAAFzE/nYmF27ISO98/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fngPx1180c0/Td4mb8YCMtI/AAAAAAAAFzE/nYmF27ISO98/s320/010.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvqRXiXemcI/Td4meD8gyoI/AAAAAAAAFzI/a_j-SCytSSY/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvqRXiXemcI/Td4meD8gyoI/AAAAAAAAFzI/a_j-SCytSSY/s320/012.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4w8EeuBkyk/Td4mgCgSlwI/AAAAAAAAFzM/St4X-bWxZwg/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4w8EeuBkyk/Td4mgCgSlwI/AAAAAAAAFzM/St4X-bWxZwg/s320/014.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem tivemos um almocinho de família dedicado à minha mana, que a esta hora já está no Rio de Janeiro, para uma longa, e espero que feliz, temporada de trabalho. E não só!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5156870376850963141?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5156870376850963141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5156870376850963141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5156870376850963141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5156870376850963141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/05/deus-te-acompanhe-mana.html' title='Deus te acompanhe mana'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fngPx1180c0/Td4mb8YCMtI/AAAAAAAAFzE/nYmF27ISO98/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7806530200035231410</id><published>2011-05-26T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:03:42.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas vindas a uma bebé e uma mamã lindas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCWP5WDn6TI/Td4lMv8sunI/AAAAAAAAFy8/2GTj_x3JPBk/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCWP5WDn6TI/Td4lMv8sunI/AAAAAAAAFy8/2GTj_x3JPBk/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6SQJmJ2HM8Q/Td4lSoLqMZI/AAAAAAAAFzA/BJLQFKTuuCw/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6SQJmJ2HM8Q/Td4lSoLqMZI/AAAAAAAAFzA/BJLQFKTuuCw/s320/005.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7806530200035231410?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7806530200035231410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7806530200035231410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7806530200035231410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7806530200035231410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/05/boas-vindas-uma-bebe-e-uma-mama-lindas.html' title='Boas vindas a uma bebé e uma mamã lindas!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCWP5WDn6TI/Td4lMv8sunI/AAAAAAAAFy8/2GTj_x3JPBk/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7230088693078642351</id><published>2011-05-11T21:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T21:24:52.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolo do Dia da Mãe (já um bocadinho tarde!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imaFKk7QcHw/TcrwjXPMI1I/AAAAAAAAFy4/v6Pjo4fRQq0/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imaFKk7QcHw/TcrwjXPMI1I/AAAAAAAAFy4/v6Pjo4fRQq0/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7230088693078642351?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7230088693078642351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7230088693078642351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7230088693078642351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7230088693078642351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/05/bolo-do-dia-da-mae-ja-um-bocadinho.html' title='Bolo do Dia da Mãe (já um bocadinho tarde!!!)'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imaFKk7QcHw/TcrwjXPMI1I/AAAAAAAAFy4/v6Pjo4fRQq0/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-395074686951297063</id><published>2011-04-29T18:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:28:43.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GADaMGH5v6o/Tbr1Qo-dRSI/AAAAAAAAFy0/LsfeYf5vafg/s1600/f_46820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GADaMGH5v6o/Tbr1Qo-dRSI/AAAAAAAAFy0/LsfeYf5vafg/s320/f_46820.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-395074686951297063?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/395074686951297063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=395074686951297063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/395074686951297063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/395074686951297063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GADaMGH5v6o/Tbr1Qo-dRSI/AAAAAAAAFy0/LsfeYf5vafg/s72-c/f_46820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-907427901135362346</id><published>2011-04-29T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:09:47.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGyFh0vv4Ng/Tbpx4Ds7-BI/AAAAAAAAFyw/hHWAvxmLbjo/s1600/prince-william-and-kate-middleton-pic-reuters-134052115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGyFh0vv4Ng/Tbpx4Ds7-BI/AAAAAAAAFyw/hHWAvxmLbjo/s320/prince-william-and-kate-middleton-pic-reuters-134052115.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fotografia tirada &lt;a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/royal-wedding/2010/11/16/prince-william-and-kate-middleton-answer-questions-about-their-engagement-115875-22720983/"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É hoje! Gosto de casamentos e gosto de casamentos reais e por isso já há muito que estou pronta para assistir em directo a este enlace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-907427901135362346?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/907427901135362346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=907427901135362346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/907427901135362346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/907427901135362346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/casamento-real.html' title='Casamento real'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGyFh0vv4Ng/Tbpx4Ds7-BI/AAAAAAAAFyw/hHWAvxmLbjo/s72-c/prince-william-and-kate-middleton-pic-reuters-134052115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7138836697949245138</id><published>2011-04-25T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:32:04.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho estado em modo Pausa. Não me tem apetecido escrever nem ler blogues e praticamente não tenho ligado o computador. De vez em quando sabe bem para descansar a cabeça do excesso de informação e para ter mais tempo para outras coisas. Hoje até tinha vontade de espreitar um ou outro blogue, mas quando vi que &lt;a href="http://especiallyheather.com/2011/04/23/emma-grace/"&gt;esta&lt;/a&gt; menina linda, que eu nunca conheci pessoalmente mas cuja história acompanho há uns anos, tinha falecido, fiquei sem vontade de ler mais nada. Aproveito apenas para pedir orações pela família, que, embora crendo que ela está bem e já não sofre mais, está a sofrer muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E deixo-vos com umas fotos de mais dois bolos de fraldas e do nosso bolo de Páscoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hZAF24KSMM/TbWTYMlJ3aI/AAAAAAAAFyg/_Fbmx4TjF3I/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hZAF24KSMM/TbWTYMlJ3aI/AAAAAAAAFyg/_Fbmx4TjF3I/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FueCMhVBZXI/TbWTt5-QMfI/AAAAAAAAFyk/0hKLsTvgOtY/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FueCMhVBZXI/TbWTt5-QMfI/AAAAAAAAFyk/0hKLsTvgOtY/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UE73eaAvMbg/TbWTwcvPztI/AAAAAAAAFyo/TviTKo_mLY8/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UE73eaAvMbg/TbWTwcvPztI/AAAAAAAAFyo/TviTKo_mLY8/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aY6txzcC5Ys/TbWTyR7vyhI/AAAAAAAAFys/EYlxPUAJ18M/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aY6txzcC5Ys/TbWTyR7vyhI/AAAAAAAAFys/EYlxPUAJ18M/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7138836697949245138?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7138836697949245138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7138836697949245138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7138836697949245138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7138836697949245138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/pausa.html' title='Pausa'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hZAF24KSMM/TbWTYMlJ3aI/AAAAAAAAFyg/_Fbmx4TjF3I/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3832260163160087596</id><published>2011-04-14T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:05:54.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional do Café</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYdLf08lGIw/Tab_HGauBMI/AAAAAAAAFyc/rxi_Vv6gu0M/s1600/cafe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYdLf08lGIw/Tab_HGauBMI/AAAAAAAAFyc/rxi_Vv6gu0M/s320/cafe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem retirada &lt;a href="http://josadaquemartins.blogspot.com/2010/11/cafe-teologico_05.html"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho graça a estas coisas dos dias internacionais, mundiais, nacionais. Há quem diga que não servem para nada mas não sou da mesma opinião. Claro que nem todos me interessam mas gosto alguns. Hoje é o Dia Internacional do Café. Não sou viciada em café e sou até capaz de passar meses sem o beber, como aconteceu durante a gravidez em que fui até um bocadinho fundamentalista em relação ao que bebia ou comia. Mas gosto muito e habitualmente, bebo um ou dois por dia. Não tenho o hábito de sair para tomar um café, a não ser que seja o pretexto para estar com alguém. Mas gosto muito do cafezinho depois do almoço, que normalmente é tomado em casa. E pelo que tenho ouvido hoje, o café tem muitos benefícios se tomado com moderação, naturalmente. &lt;a href="http://www.portalsaofrancisco.com.br/alfa/abril/dia-internacional-do-cafe.php"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;podem ler algumas informações interessantes sobre o café.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3832260163160087596?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3832260163160087596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3832260163160087596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3832260163160087596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3832260163160087596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/dia-internacional-do-cafe.html' title='Dia Internacional do Café'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYdLf08lGIw/Tab_HGauBMI/AAAAAAAAFyc/rxi_Vv6gu0M/s72-c/cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5345401319007634889</id><published>2011-04-14T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:55:35.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EXcV-3x0Dk/Tab8TvcvE6I/AAAAAAAAFyY/M1qgoO9z-Iw/s1600/cover8-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EXcV-3x0Dk/Tab8TvcvE6I/AAAAAAAAFyY/M1qgoO9z-Iw/s320/cover8-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca fui fã de desenhos animados, nem quando era criança, mas quando comecei a levar a minha filha ao cinema, aprendi a gostar. E em alguns casos, divirto-me até mais do que ela﻿, como aconteceu quando vimos Madagáscar. Estávamos só as duas na sala, ela passou o filme a dormir e eu passei o filme a rir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje estreia Rio e, por motivos pessoais, estou ainda mais entusiasmada para o ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5345401319007634889?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5345401319007634889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5345401319007634889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5345401319007634889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5345401319007634889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/rio.html' title='Rio'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EXcV-3x0Dk/Tab8TvcvE6I/AAAAAAAAFyY/M1qgoO9z-Iw/s72-c/cover8-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7158378838651278535</id><published>2011-04-14T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:49:55.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus ouve as nossas orações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX7zJ-V8fAc/Tab3P7aeb-I/AAAAAAAAFyU/6H1WoX_NpLk/s1600/DSCN5655+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX7zJ-V8fAc/Tab3P7aeb-I/AAAAAAAAFyU/6H1WoX_NpLk/s320/DSCN5655+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas vezes pensamos, e chegamos mesmo a dizer, que Deus não ouve as nossas orações﻿. Mas "todos nós, que já somos adultos na fé" (Filipenses 3:15), sabemos que Deus ouve sempre as nossas orações e, tal como ouvi na pregação de ontem, não deveríamos ser como crianças caprichosas que fazem birra quando não recebem aquilo que pedem. Deus ouve os nossos pedidos mas sabe que nem tudo o que pedimos é bom para nós. Só Ele sabe o que é melhor para nós e qual&amp;nbsp;o tempo certo para nos dar algumas das coisas que pedimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas vezes também nos concentramos apenas naqueles grandes pedidos, que em alguns casos levamos uma vida inteira a fazer, e que até nos chegam a fazer desfalecer por não os vermos respondidos. E esquecemo-nos de tantas outras orações que fazemos (parto do princípio que as fazemos) e a que Deus responde diariamente. Pedimos saúde, protecção, provisão, às vezes até um lugar de estacionamento para o carro, e nem sempre nos lembramos de agradecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que todos os dias possamos estar gratos por tudo aquilo que Ele é e já fez por nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mas Deus ouviu-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e atendeu a minha oração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bendito seja Deus, que não rejeitou a minha oração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem me faltou com a sua bondade."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salmos 66:19,20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7158378838651278535?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7158378838651278535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7158378838651278535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7158378838651278535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7158378838651278535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/deus-ouve-as-nossas-oracoes.html' title='Deus ouve as nossas orações'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX7zJ-V8fAc/Tab3P7aeb-I/AAAAAAAAFyU/6H1WoX_NpLk/s72-c/DSCN5655+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-1669754298674277859</id><published>2011-04-13T10:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:31:32.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgBRcsjo-VQ/TaVntChCpsI/AAAAAAAAFyM/2xVI6rvvMhA/s1600/DSCN5649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgBRcsjo-VQ/TaVntChCpsI/AAAAAAAAFyM/2xVI6rvvMhA/s320/DSCN5649.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«Quando Deus lhe faz uma promessa, o cronograma é da responsabilidade Dele. Abraão esperou 20 anos pelo nascimento de Isaac e pelo cumprimento da promessa "E far-te-ei uma grande nação..." (Génesis 12:2)» &lt;strong&gt;do devocional A Palavra para Hoje, da UCB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salmo 43 (A Bíblia para todos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ó Deus, faz-me justiça;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;defende-me contra esta gente sem piedade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Livra-me do menntiroso e do perverso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tu és o Deus, meu protector! Por que me rejeitas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por que hei-de andar triste e oprimido pelo inimigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mostra-me a tua luz e a tua verdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para que me ensinem o caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que leva ao teu monte santo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ao santuário onde habitas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Irei então até ao teu altar,&amp;nbsp;ó Deus﻿,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tu que és a minha alegria;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e lá te louvarei ao som da harpa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pois só tu és o meu Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por que hei-de estar desanimado e preocupado?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero confiar no SENHOR e ainda o hei-de louvar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele é o meu Deus e o meu salvador!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Carta aos Filipenses (A Bíblia para todos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou convencido de que Deus, que convosco começou a sua boa obra, continuará a aperfeiçoá-la até ao dia de Cristo Jesus. - 1:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que eu peço a Deus é que o vosso amor cresça cada vez mais com sabedoria e entendimento, para que saibam escolher o que é melhor. Assim, terão uma vida digna e irrepreensível para o dia da vinda de Cristo. será uma vida cheia de boas acções que Jesus Cristo realiza em vós para glória e louvor de Deus. - 1:9-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Procurem, sim, comportar-se de maneira digna do evangelho de Cristo. - 1:27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não tenham medo dos inimigos. Isso será para eles sinal de perdição e para vós sinal de salvação. Tudo vem de Deus. Pois Deus vos concedeu o privilégio não só de crer em Cristo mas também de sofrer por ele. - 1:28,29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estejam unidos pelo mesmo amor numa só alma e nos mesmos sentimentos. Não façam nada por ambição pessoal nem por orgulho, mas, com humildade, considerem os outros superiores a vós próprios. Que ninguém procure apenas o seu interesse, mas também o dos outros. Tenham os mesmos sentimentos que havia em Cristo Jesus. - 2:2-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trabalhem pela vossa salvação com temor e tremor, pois Deus está sempre a ajudar, fazendo com que desejem e realizem o que é da sua vontade. Façam tudo sem murmurações nem contendas para que sejam pessoas rectas e dignas, filhos de Deus irrepreensíveis no meio de gente corrompida e perversa. Devem brilhar no meio dessa gente como estrelas no céu, levando-lhes a mensagem da vida. - 2:12-16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto ao cumprimento daquilo que manda a lei, ninguém me podia repreender em nada. Mas todas essas coisas, que eu julgava proveitosas, considero-as agora como prejudiciais para a causa de Cristo. Na verdade, considero tudo como um prejuízo, em comparação com o maravilhoso conhecimento de Jesus Cristo, meu Senhor. - 3:6-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se vivo em comunhão com Deus, não é com base na minha própria justiça, que vem da lei, mas sim com a que vem da fé em Cristo, a justiça que vem de Deus com base na fé. - 3:9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não quero dizer que já o tenha alcançado ou que seja perfeito, mas continuo a ver se o consigo, visto que para isso fui conquistado por Cristo. É certo, meus irmãos, que eu não penso ter já conseguido isso, mas faço uma coisa: esqueço-me do que ficou para trás e esforço-me por atingir o que está diante de mim. Deste modo, &lt;strong&gt;caminho em direcção à meta&lt;/strong&gt; para obter o prémio que Deus nos prometeu dar no Céu por meio de Cristo Jesus. Todos nós, que já somos adultos na fé, devemos pensar assim. - 3:12-15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós, porém, somos cidadãos do céu e de lá esperamos que venha o nosso Salvador, o Senhor Jesus Cristo. Ele transformará o nosso pobre corpo, tornando-o semelhante ao seu corpo glorioso, com aquele mesmo poder que ele tem para exercer domínio sobre todas as coisas. - 3:20-21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alegrem-se sempre no Senhor. Repito, alegrem-se nele. Sejam amáveis para toda a gente. O Senhor virá em breve. &lt;strong&gt;Não se aflijam com coisa nenhuma, mas em todas as orações peçam a Deus aquilo de que precisam, com espírito de gratidão. E a paz de Deus, que vai mais além do que nós podemos entender, guardará os vossos corações e os vossos pensamentos em união com Cristo Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;. - 4:4-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendi a contentar-me com o que tenho. Sei viver na pobreza e também na abundância. Aprendi a viver com toda e qualquer situação: a ter fartura e a ter fome, a ter em abundância e a não ter o suficiente. Posso enfrentar todas as dificuldades naquele que me fortalece. 4:11-13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-1669754298674277859?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/1669754298674277859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=1669754298674277859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1669754298674277859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1669754298674277859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/quando-deus-lhe-faz-uma-promessa-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgBRcsjo-VQ/TaVntChCpsI/AAAAAAAAFyM/2xVI6rvvMhA/s72-c/DSCN5649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5624303650994668624</id><published>2011-04-12T16:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:38:58.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado com a língua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cor7v3s2E0k/TaRyC8EGzfI/AAAAAAAAFyI/LD98qFPdiac/s1600/phpThumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cor7v3s2E0k/TaRyC8EGzfI/AAAAAAAAFyI/LD98qFPdiac/s1600/phpThumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confesso a minha ignorância. Não conhecia o programa, que pelos vistos já não é novo. Mas fiquei fã e recomendo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5624303650994668624?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5624303650994668624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5624303650994668624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5624303650994668624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5624303650994668624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/cuidado-com-lingua.html' title='Cuidado com a língua!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cor7v3s2E0k/TaRyC8EGzfI/AAAAAAAAFyI/LD98qFPdiac/s72-c/phpThumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8940847599717818206</id><published>2011-04-12T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:12:08.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de ler &lt;a href="http://condicaofeminina.blogspot.com/2011/04/composicao-n-2.html"&gt;esta&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;história, lembrei-me de uma outra que se passou aqui em casa, com a filha de uns amigos nossos. Na altura ela devia ter uns 3 anos e estava a passar o mês de férias do infantário aqui em casa. Um dia, distraí-me por alguns minutos na cozinha e quando vou ter com ela, a irmã e a minha filha, vi que a parede de um dos quartos estava toda riscada. Perguntei quem tinha sido e a L. deu-se imediatamente como culpada. O meu marido explicou-lhe que ela não podia fazer aquilo e depois disse: «Para a próxima, vais limpar a parede com&amp;nbsp;a língua!» Passado um bocado, deixámos de ver a L. e fomos dar com ela no dito quarto a lamber a parede!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8940847599717818206?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8940847599717818206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8940847599717818206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8940847599717818206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8940847599717818206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/historias.html' title='Histórias....'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5980095161587595745</id><published>2011-04-12T09:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:12:38.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulo Baguet - Alegra-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gQP5h6K7IpI?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;O Paulo é uma bênção na vida da nossa igreja e na minha em particular. E obrigada, Senhor, por este dom maravilhoso que lhe deste e do qual podemos também desfrutar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5980095161587595745?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5980095161587595745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5980095161587595745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5980095161587595745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5980095161587595745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/paulo-baguet-alegra-te.html' title='Paulo Baguet - Alegra-te'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gQP5h6K7IpI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4669922830371808806</id><published>2011-04-09T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:49:28.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre a aprender!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar dos seus 92 anos e das limitações físicas, a minha avó mantém uma lucidez extraordinária e o desejo e o gosto por aprender não esmoreceram. Hoje passou a tarde a ver as notícias sobre&amp;nbsp;o congresso do PS e, curiosa em relação a uma informação que passava constantemente no ecrã, quis saber o que era um blogue. Foi um desafio para o qual eu não estava preparada. Explicar o que é um blogue a alguém que nunca mexeu num computador e que, ainda por cima, não ouve absolutamente nada, não é tarefa fácil! Tive de escrever, mostrar o computador, ainda quis despachar a coisa com uma qualquer resposta fácil mas ela queria sempre saber mais. Ao fim de algum tempo, mostrou-se satisfeita embora eu não tenha bem a certeza se percebeu o que era um blogue. Uma meia hora depois, perguntou-me com um ar levemente apreensivo se eu podia falar com os senhores que estavam no congresso. É possível que tenha receado que eu complicasse ainda mais a situação política do nosso país. Já quanto à situação económica, ela continua a lamentar que o nosso primeiro-ministro demissionário não me tenha escolhido a mim para ministra das finanças. Vá-se lá saber porquê!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4669922830371808806?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4669922830371808806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4669922830371808806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4669922830371808806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4669922830371808806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/sempre-aprender.html' title='Sempre a aprender!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4784850867071683089</id><published>2011-04-09T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:59:54.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout To The Lord (worship video w/ lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I71XhjqoHvs?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4784850867071683089?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4784850867071683089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4784850867071683089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4784850867071683089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4784850867071683089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/shout-to-lord-worship-video-w-lyrics.html' title='Shout To The Lord (worship video w/ lyrics)'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I71XhjqoHvs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-550983985932529431</id><published>2011-04-09T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:55:35.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Crowns - 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Who am I Lyrics'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/othmFqaw0Yk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5829916591891285317</id><published>2011-04-09T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:44:24.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Change My Heart oh God (worship video w/ lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cUjUvoynGMM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5829916591891285317?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5829916591891285317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5829916591891285317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5829916591891285317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5829916591891285317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/change-my-heart-oh-god-worship-video-w.html' title='Change My Heart oh God (worship video w/ lyrics)'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cUjUvoynGMM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3682399773452244679</id><published>2011-04-09T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:37:10.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVXsD0rENu8/TaCnRJBJ8CI/AAAAAAAAFx0/qWYJ67AdJVs/s1600/DSCN5639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVXsD0rENu8/TaCnRJBJ8CI/AAAAAAAAFx0/qWYJ67AdJVs/s320/DSCN5639.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;«Senhor, ajuda-me a falar, para que eu possa anunciar as Tuas grandezas.» Sl 51:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3682399773452244679?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3682399773452244679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3682399773452244679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3682399773452244679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3682399773452244679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/senhor-ajuda-me-falar-para-que-eu-possa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVXsD0rENu8/TaCnRJBJ8CI/AAAAAAAAFx0/qWYJ67AdJVs/s72-c/DSCN5639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-6410019938307707089</id><published>2011-04-08T14:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:22:58.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio Jovem - Tu me conheces</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F2xgF5Q2Xak?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-6410019938307707089?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/6410019938307707089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=6410019938307707089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6410019938307707089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6410019938307707089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/desafio-jovem-tu-me-conheces.html' title='Desafio Jovem - Tu me conheces'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F2xgF5Q2Xak/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-56626890345834853</id><published>2011-04-08T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:22:12.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, Tu és o Rei</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C-MijjkNybs?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-56626890345834853?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/56626890345834853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=56626890345834853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/56626890345834853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/56626890345834853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/jesus-tu-es-o-rei.html' title='Jesus, Tu és o Rei'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C-MijjkNybs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-777666601006834047</id><published>2011-04-08T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:11:58.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensavam que eram distraídos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então ainda não viram nada! Há sete meses que quase diariamente faço o mesmo trajecto quatro vezes ao dia e hoje, qual não foi o meu espanto quando, numa das avenidas por onde passo, vejo um grande cartaz a anunciar a venda de andares e descobri uma correnteza de prédios novinhos, prontos a estrear. Eu nunca tinha visto aqueles prédios. Fiquei estupefacta! É certo que acredito em milagres mas tenho cá para mim que eles não devem ter sido construídos esta noite. Ou será que foram?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-777666601006834047?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/777666601006834047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=777666601006834047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/777666601006834047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/777666601006834047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/pensavam-que-eram-distraidos.html' title='Pensavam que eram distraídos?'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7573011070325734265</id><published>2011-04-07T15:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:32:55.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;«Não invejes os que te são superiores, porque estes têm responsabilidades e deveres que tu ignoras.» Castilho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7573011070325734265?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7573011070325734265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7573011070325734265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7573011070325734265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7573011070325734265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/frases.html' title='Frases'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-2483420319998767898</id><published>2011-04-07T10:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:15:44.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«Los recuerdos están hechos de palabras, la vida está hecha de palabras. No puedes cambiar lo que te ha pasado, pero puedes escoger las palabras para contarlo» - Begoña Oro﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-2483420319998767898?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/2483420319998767898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=2483420319998767898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2483420319998767898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2483420319998767898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4066955396903336670</id><published>2011-04-05T15:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:18:45.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca há uma fome que não dê em fartura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outra frase muito utilizada pela minha avó e que hoje se aplica em cheio aqui ao meu blogue!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4066955396903336670?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4066955396903336670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4066955396903336670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4066955396903336670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4066955396903336670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/nunca-ha-uma-fome-que-nao-de-em-fartura.html' title='Nunca há uma fome que não dê em fartura'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-6759476764550231746</id><published>2011-04-05T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:17:36.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ça m'est égal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha avó sempre usou esta expressão e eu habituei-me a ouvi-la desde muito pequena. Percebia em que tipo de situação ela deveria ser utilizada, mas parecia-me estranha. Um pouco mais crescida, convenci-me de que seria uma qualquer expressão antiga mas portuguesa, escrita provavelmente assim: sametegal! Já estudava o francês há algum tempo quando um dia, de repente, se fez luz! Contei à minha avó e ela fez o ar mais admirado do mundo, como se fosse óbvio eu conhecer aquela expressão!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-6759476764550231746?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/6759476764550231746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=6759476764550231746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6759476764550231746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6759476764550231746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/ca-mest-egal.html' title='Ça m&apos;est égal!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-293170533276723094</id><published>2011-04-05T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:03:27.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É nestas alturas que eu me sinto tão loira!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs4dvNpfjlo/TZr2YSolvVI/AAAAAAAAFxw/jaBi0pSNZBU/s1600/ft_msl03bunny01_xl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs4dvNpfjlo/TZr2YSolvVI/AAAAAAAAFxw/jaBi0pSNZBU/s320/ft_msl03bunny01_xl.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em primeiro lugar, que me desculpem as loiras. Nada contra. Há-as muito inteligentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Encontrei esta ideia giríssima para a minha mesa de Páscoa e já dei voltas e voltas ao guardanapo e nada! Mas ainda tenho tempo. A Páscoa é só a 24 e até lá, a esperança não morre. Mas se me quiserem envergonhar ainda mais, estejam à vontade. Vão &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/how-to/bunny-fold%20for-napkins#slide_0"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e podem depois vir dizer-me que conseguiram fazer isto em 2 minutos. Eu aguento!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-293170533276723094?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/293170533276723094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=293170533276723094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/293170533276723094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/293170533276723094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-nestas-alturas-que-eu-me-sinto-tao.html' title='É nestas alturas que eu me sinto tão loira!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs4dvNpfjlo/TZr2YSolvVI/AAAAAAAAFxw/jaBi0pSNZBU/s72-c/ft_msl03bunny01_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4246478910133115979</id><published>2011-04-05T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:53:57.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Petescadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuJE5EHa5k8/TZr0vDE7VAI/AAAAAAAAFxs/fJCwG9H0w1w/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuJE5EHa5k8/TZr0vDE7VAI/AAAAAAAAFxs/fJCwG9H0w1w/s1600/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não me pediram publicidade mas eu resolvi publicar aqui esta ideia, que achei muito engraçada. Quem estiver interessado em ver mais informação, pode espreitar &lt;a href="http://petescadas.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4246478910133115979?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4246478910133115979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4246478910133115979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4246478910133115979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4246478910133115979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/petescadas.html' title='Petescadas'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuJE5EHa5k8/TZr0vDE7VAI/AAAAAAAAFxs/fJCwG9H0w1w/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8728126238967177006</id><published>2011-04-05T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:46:47.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Canção Para Ti 4 - Pedro Ferreira - Longe do Mundo (TVI)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ALXbXBVhLwg?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;E agora a mesma música que coloquei aqui há pouco mas pela voz do Pedro Ferreira. Este miúdo é um espectáculo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8728126238967177006?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8728126238967177006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8728126238967177006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8728126238967177006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8728126238967177006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/uma-cancao-para-ti-4-pedro-ferreira.html' title='Uma Canção Para Ti 4 - Pedro Ferreira - Longe do Mundo (TVI)'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ALXbXBVhLwg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-6270989336863608729</id><published>2011-04-05T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:40:10.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitória Martins - Lição de Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K6n1Ex-15pg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-6270989336863608729?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/6270989336863608729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=6270989336863608729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6270989336863608729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6270989336863608729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/vitoria-martins-licao-de-vida.html' title='Vitória Martins - Lição de Vida'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K6n1Ex-15pg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-1386582421193267922</id><published>2011-04-05T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:36:23.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sara tavares - longe do mundo  [lyrics]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f25iy3d_7oA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-1386582421193267922?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/1386582421193267922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=1386582421193267922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1386582421193267922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1386582421193267922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/sara-tavares-longe-do-mundo-lyrics.html' title='sara tavares - longe do mundo  [lyrics]'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f25iy3d_7oA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3447170699215997056</id><published>2011-04-05T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:10:28.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"No ano de sequidão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deus escolhe várias formas de falar connosco mas tem sempre a palavra certa para o momento certo. Ontem foi um daqueles dias em que me senti abatida com as dificuldades económicas e em que, mais do que da Palavra de Deus, me alimentei sobretudo de reportagens e de histórias sobre histórias complicadas, consequência da crise. E hoje leio isto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«Em tempos difíceis economicamente﻿, a diferença entre a paz e o pânico depende de em quem você está a confiar. Quando já fez tudo o que sabia, entregue a Deus - e não volte a retirar! Vivemos num mundo cheio de medo. Se você ler os títulos e não as Escrituras ou ouvir as piadas baratas da rádio em vez de ouvir aqueles que fortalecem a sua fé, vai experienciar aquilo que Jesus chamou de &lt;strong&gt;"Homens desmaiando de terror..."&lt;/strong&gt; (Lucas 21:26). Como um Filho de Deus redimido, você vive segundo as regras Dele, debaixo da Sua protecção, suportado pelas &lt;strong&gt;"...Suas riquezas..."&lt;/strong&gt; (Filipenses 4:19). Aqui fica uma promessa na qual você precisa de se firmar: &lt;strong&gt;"Bendito o homem que confia no Senhor, e cuja esperança é o Senhor. Porque será como a árvore plantada junto às águas, que estende as suas raízes para o ribeiro, e não receia quando vem o calor, mas a sua folha fica verde, e no ano de sequidão, não se afadiga nem deixa de dar fruto"&lt;/strong&gt; (Jeremias 17:7-8). "No ano de sequidão" não entre em pânico. Em vez disso, confie em Deus para a ultrapassar por si.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do devocional A Palavra para hoje, da UCB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3447170699215997056?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3447170699215997056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3447170699215997056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3447170699215997056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3447170699215997056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-ano-de-sequidao.html' title='&quot;No ano de sequidão&quot;'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-304247556150301136</id><published>2011-04-05T10:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:31:29.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pão quentinho, a sair do forno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzkY1Y2dJtI/TZrhYdDwTsI/AAAAAAAAFxo/t-4xT3aaggA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzkY1Y2dJtI/TZrhYdDwTsI/AAAAAAAAFxo/t-4xT3aaggA/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha máquina do pão resolveu avariar, o que me levou a redescobrir que o pão cozido no forno fica mais bonito e mais saboroso. Que não me oiçam os fabricantes das ditas máquinas!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-304247556150301136?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/304247556150301136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=304247556150301136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/304247556150301136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/304247556150301136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/pao-quentinho-sair-do-forno.html' title='Pão quentinho, a sair do forno'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzkY1Y2dJtI/TZrhYdDwTsI/AAAAAAAAFxo/t-4xT3aaggA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8247215966368355691</id><published>2011-04-05T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:21:41.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Francis Bacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8247215966368355691?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8247215966368355691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8247215966368355691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8247215966368355691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8247215966368355691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4124076007466525639</id><published>2011-04-05T09:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:14:42.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém me sabe explicar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem terá inventado esta coisa de se chamar simplesmente pai e mãe a toda a criatura que, ainda que tendo filhos, continua a ter identidade, com direito a nome próprio e apelidos? Não sei se acho bem ou mal, acho apenas esquisito. E tenho curiosidade em relação à origem desta moda (pessoalmente, quero acreditar que é uma moda e, sendo assim, passageira).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já agora, alargando a minha curiosidade além-fronteiras, gostaria de perguntar às minhas amigas/leitoras de outros países se este fenómeno é internacional ou se é algo que acontece apenas aqui neste cantinho à beira-mar plantado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A coisa é recente pois lembro-me bem que a minha mãe sempre teve direito a ser tratada pelo seu nome, ou, para aqueles que têm mais dificuldade em fixar nomes, por senhora. E eu, não sendo muito nova, também ainda não sou muito velha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já lá vão quase 10 anos desde que deixei de ser a Lara para passar a ser a mãe da Catarina. E ainda não me consegui habituar. Se calhar o defeito é mesmo meu. Devo ser resistente à mudança. Mas ainda hoje, quando me perguntam: «Mãe, como tem passado a Catarina?», tenho sempre vontade de responder «A Catarina está bem, Filha»﻿!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4124076007466525639?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4124076007466525639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4124076007466525639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4124076007466525639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4124076007466525639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/alguem-me-sabe-explicar.html' title='Alguém me sabe explicar?'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-2533696927204270966</id><published>2011-04-04T19:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:30:35.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me conformo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b261r404KnI/TZoMNqTurII/AAAAAAAAFxk/gfYegabal_4/s1600/NAO2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b261r404KnI/TZoMNqTurII/AAAAAAAAFxk/gfYegabal_4/s1600/NAO2c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que já disse isto várias vezes mas volto a dizê-lo. Não me conformo, não me conformo, não me conformo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-2533696927204270966?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/2533696927204270966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=2533696927204270966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2533696927204270966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2533696927204270966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-me-conformo.html' title='Não me conformo!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b261r404KnI/TZoMNqTurII/AAAAAAAAFxk/gfYegabal_4/s72-c/NAO2c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-86073578697419076</id><published>2011-04-04T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:17:10.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor horário para dormir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8xR61BpAH0/TZoLEsz1oYI/AAAAAAAAFxg/O41R9HBCQGc/s1600/DSCN3570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8xR61BpAH0/TZoLEsz1oYI/AAAAAAAAFxg/O41R9HBCQGc/s320/DSCN3570.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha mana publicou este texto no blogue dele e eu fui lá surripiá-lo! Que coisa feia. Mas achei interessante partilhar também aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" Das 23 - 01:00: o corpo realiza o processo de desintoxicação da vesícula biliar, e idealmente deve ser processado num estado de sono profundo. Durante as primeiras horas da manhã 01:00- 03:00: processo de desintoxicação do fígado, idealmente deve suceder também num estado de sono profundo. De madrugada 03:00- 05:00: desintoxicação dos pulmões. É por isso que por vezes neste horário se produzem fortes acessos de tosse. Quando o processo de desintoxicação atinge o trato respiratório é melhor não tomar medicamentos para a tosse já que interferem no processo de eliminação de toxinas. Manhã 05:00- 07:00: desintoxicação do cólon. É o horário de ir à casa-de-banho para esvaziar o intestino. Durante a Manhã de 07:00- 09:00:absorção de nutrientes no intestino delgado. É o horário perfeito para tomar o Café da manhã. Se estiver doente o Café da manhã deve ser tomado mais cedo: antes das 6:30 . O Café da manhã antes das 7:30 é benéfico para aqueles que querem manter-se em forma. Os que não têm por hábito tomar o Café da manhã devem tentar mudar o hábito, sendo menos prejudicial realizá-lo entre as 9:00 e as 10:00 em vez de ficar a manhã completa sem comer. Dormir tarde e despertar tarde interromperá o processo de desintoxicação de químicos desnecessários ao teu organismo. Além disso deves ter em conta que das 00:00 às 4:00 é o horário em que a medula óssea está produzindo sangue. Então, procura dormir bem e não te deites tarde. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-86073578697419076?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/86073578697419076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=86073578697419076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/86073578697419076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/86073578697419076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-melhor-horario-para-dormir.html' title='O melhor horário para dormir'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8xR61BpAH0/TZoLEsz1oYI/AAAAAAAAFxg/O41R9HBCQGc/s72-c/DSCN3570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5872370122011737916</id><published>2011-04-04T19:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:02:50.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g99WJu0aLbE/TZoHwkZd-cI/AAAAAAAAFxc/ydunDZKKeeA/s1600/SEM_TT%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g99WJu0aLbE/TZoHwkZd-cI/AAAAAAAAFxc/ydunDZKKeeA/s1600/SEM_TT%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se tivesse jeito para o crochet, fazia um modelito igual a este. E se tivesse corpo para o usar, pedia à minha mãe habilidosa para o fazer. Mas como não tenho nem uma coisa nem outra, limito-me a olhar para a foto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5872370122011737916?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5872370122011737916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5872370122011737916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5872370122011737916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5872370122011737916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-tivesse-jeito-para-o-crochet-fazia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g99WJu0aLbE/TZoHwkZd-cI/AAAAAAAAFxc/ydunDZKKeeA/s72-c/SEM_TT%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3003772537448639556</id><published>2011-04-03T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:45:07.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É cada uma!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXucoK5HHWE/TZiyFln-dKI/AAAAAAAAFxI/6rI1naOtNUg/s1600/if_you_want_breakfast_in_bed_sleep_in_the_kitchen_button-p145357367467562523tmn2_210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXucoK5HHWE/TZiyFln-dKI/AAAAAAAAFxI/6rI1naOtNUg/s1600/if_you_want_breakfast_in_bed_sleep_in_the_kitchen_button-p145357367467562523tmn2_210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descobri esta imagem algures nas minhas andanças pela Internet e achei piada mas nem me atrevo a mostrar ao meu marido, senão ele põe-me logo o saco-cama na cozinha!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3003772537448639556?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3003772537448639556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3003772537448639556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3003772537448639556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3003772537448639556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-cada-uma.html' title='É cada uma!!!!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXucoK5HHWE/TZiyFln-dKI/AAAAAAAAFxI/6rI1naOtNUg/s72-c/if_you_want_breakfast_in_bed_sleep_in_the_kitchen_button-p145357367467562523tmn2_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-2179670750901462263</id><published>2011-03-25T14:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:40:14.475Z</updated><title type='text'>Dez coisas que podemos aprender com o Japão</title><content type='html'>Recebi isto por e-mail e pareceu-me interessante para partilhar mas estou sem tempo para traduzir. Fica em inglês:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;10 things to learn from Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. THE CALM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single visual of wild grief. Sorrow itself has been elevated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. THE DIGNITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciplined queues for water and groceries. Not a rough word or a crude gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. THE ABILITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incredible architects, for instance. Buildings swayed but didn’t fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. THE GRACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People bought only what they needed for the present, so everybody could get something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. THE ORDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No looting in shops. No honking and no overtaking on the roads. Just understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. THE SACRIFICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty workers stayed back to pump sea water in the N-reactors. How will they ever be repaid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. THE TENDERNESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurants cut prices. An unguarded ATM is left alone. The strong cared for the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. THE TRAINING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old and the children, everyone knew exactly what to do. And they did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. THE MEDIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed magnificent restraint in the bulletins. No silly reporters. Only calm reportage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. THE CONSCIENCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the power went off in a store, people put things back on the shelves and left quietly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-2179670750901462263?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/2179670750901462263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=2179670750901462263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2179670750901462263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2179670750901462263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/03/dez-coisas-que-podemos-aprender-com-o.html' title='Dez coisas que podemos aprender com o Japão'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5722653730085852813</id><published>2011-03-25T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:35:07.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Educar em família não é negligência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-P0-edatQQ7g/TYyoFOT31WI/AAAAAAAAFxE/Iqa4_tMhzio/s1600/EDUCAR+EN+FAMILIA+NO+ES+DESAMPARO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-P0-edatQQ7g/TYyoFOT31WI/AAAAAAAAFxE/Iqa4_tMhzio/s1600/EDUCAR+EN+FAMILIA+NO+ES+DESAMPARO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Junto-me aqui no apoio às famílias galegas. Podem ler o texto original &lt;a href="http://madalen.wordpress.com/2011/03/23/actualidad-5-galicia/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou gentilmente traduzido para português pela Paula &lt;a href="http://aprendersemescola.blogspot.com/2011/03/educar-em-familia-nao-e-negligencia.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5722653730085852813?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5722653730085852813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5722653730085852813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5722653730085852813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5722653730085852813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/03/educar-em-familia-nao-e-negligencia.html' title='Educar em família não é negligência'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-P0-edatQQ7g/TYyoFOT31WI/AAAAAAAAFxE/Iqa4_tMhzio/s72-c/EDUCAR+EN+FAMILIA+NO+ES+DESAMPARO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-9098199482711010557</id><published>2011-03-24T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:09:02.372Z</updated><title type='text'>L'ERBOLARIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já há alguns anos que conheço os produtos &lt;a href="http://www.erbolario.it/ERBOLARIO2.html"&gt;L'Erbolario&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e não, não me pagam para fazer publicidade, mas eu gosto de partilhar com os outros os produtos de que gosto. Encontrei uma loja destas na Baixa, há uns anos atrás, e fiquei logo fã. Os produtos são de excelente qualidade, naturais, não testados em animais e as embalagens são lindas. Mais tarde, penso que essa loja da Baixa fechou e abriu (ou já existia, não me lembro bem) uma outra no Saldanha, onde também fui algumas vezes. Mas agora já há muito tempo que não comprava nada desta marca﻿. Mas esta semana uma querida amiga que vive em Itália enviou-me uns miminhos pela mãe e eu fiquei muito contente. Um deles foi este creme para as mãos e quem me conhece bem sabe que cremes para as mãos nunca são demais. Aliás, se alguém me quiser oferecer um presentinho e não tiver ideias, fica aqui a dica!!! Um cremezinho para as mãos é sempre uma excelente prenda! Tenho um na mala, um no quarto, outro na cozinha ao pé do lava-louça e gastam-se num instantinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NuJWgrfhmO0/TYvO-VV3cxI/AAAAAAAAFxA/mPZwFI48mJY/s1600/21000-2T.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NuJWgrfhmO0/TYvO-VV3cxI/AAAAAAAAFxA/mPZwFI48mJY/s1600/21000-2T.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-9098199482711010557?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/9098199482711010557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=9098199482711010557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/9098199482711010557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/9098199482711010557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/03/lerbolario.html' title='L&apos;ERBOLARIO'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NuJWgrfhmO0/TYvO-VV3cxI/AAAAAAAAFxA/mPZwFI48mJY/s72-c/21000-2T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4160256917100286149</id><published>2011-03-24T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:02:21.503Z</updated><title type='text'>E por falar em bolos...</title><content type='html'>Este foi feito há umas semanas atrás para o chá de bebé de uma querida amiga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WzrrXQY96uo/TYsylmEo63I/AAAAAAAAFwY/VBQLFth2twY/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WzrrXQY96uo/TYsylmEo63I/AAAAAAAAFwY/VBQLFth2twY/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também fiz um outro bolo, para o mesmo chá de bebé, mas este não comestível! Um bolo de fraldas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JqzP86lhz4Y/TYsyw8THl1I/AAAAAAAAFwc/xtTh9IA7uQM/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JqzP86lhz4Y/TYsyw8THl1I/AAAAAAAAFwc/xtTh9IA7uQM/s320/2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4160256917100286149?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4160256917100286149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4160256917100286149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4160256917100286149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4160256917100286149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-por-falar-em-bolos.html' title='E por falar em bolos...'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WzrrXQY96uo/TYsylmEo63I/AAAAAAAAFwY/VBQLFth2twY/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-1015076192112644269</id><published>2011-03-22T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:47:23.025Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma mesa posta com amor para a minha mana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U5H_Dd38cW8/TYM4Ef0_8PI/AAAAAAAAFvs/OCYq33Uv8IA/s1600/Nov.2010+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U5H_Dd38cW8/TYM4Ef0_8PI/AAAAAAAAFvs/OCYq33Uv8IA/s320/Nov.2010+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«O amor vê-o no seu pior, mas nunca esquece o seu melhor﻿; pensa que você é um pouco mais maravilhoso do que é na realidade; fala consigo sem parar ou simplesmente senta-se consigo em silêncio; fica mais feliz com o seu sucesso do que você mesmo; não tenta saber mais, agir como se fosse mais esperto ou estar continuamente a dar lições; ouve, mesmo quando o que você tem para dizer não é particularmente interessante. Isto tudo porque o amor acredita que você é importante!» do devocional A Palavra Para Hoje, da UCB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3645074967695964128?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3645074967695964128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3645074967695964128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3645074967695964128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3645074967695964128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-amor.html' title='O amor...'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U5H_Dd38cW8/TYM4Ef0_8PI/AAAAAAAAFvs/OCYq33Uv8IA/s72-c/Nov.2010+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8442693381244205446</id><published>2011-03-15T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:40:39.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Blogagem Colectiva - Fases da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-d4XuqoJolSo/TX8tZ_7ITyI/AAAAAAAAFvo/FywN9RhpFLA/s1600/anm0521277a2b69503c.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-d4XuqoJolSo/TX8tZ_7ITyI/AAAAAAAAFvo/FywN9RhpFLA/s1600/anm0521277a2b69503c.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Rute, do Publicar para Partilhar lançou &lt;a href="http://publicarparapartilhar.blogspot.com/2011/02/blogagem-colectiva-fases-da-vida-bcfv.html"&gt;este&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;desafio e fiquei logo com vontade de participar, embora assim de repente não me sentisse inspirada para escrever alguma coisa. Mas não estamos aqui a participar em nenhum concurso de escrita e sim a partilhar memórias, experiências, sentimentos, palavras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, e para começar esta blogagem colectiva, o tema é naturalmente o nascimento. Logo assim de repente, pensei no renascimento deste blogue. Ele tem estado parado, às vezes fechado, umas vezes quero escrever, outras não quero, e agora ele está a renascer. Este blogue não tem provavelmente acrescentado muito à vida das outras pessoas mas pelo menos tem sido uma forma de eu contactar com pessoas fantásticas, que as há e muitas, graças a Deus. Tenho aprendido, partilhado experiências e conhecido pessoas que pensam e sentem as coisas como eu. A internet, desde que usada com moderação e sabedoria, tal como muitas outras coisas na vida, é muito enriquecedora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O nascimento é algo maravilhoso, um motivo de celebração. Sempre me habituei à celebração dos nascimentos, da nossa família, dos nossos amigos. Sim, é algo que quase toda a gente faz mas eu conheço pessoas que não celebram, que não gostam, por uma razão ou outra. A minha mãe sempre falou do meu nascimento, e do nascimento dos meus irmãos, com muita emoção e alegria, embora todos eles tenham sido acompanhados de muita dor. E é mesmo assim, dor e alegria misturam-se no milagre do parto. Muitas futuras mamãs me têm perguntado como fui capaz de aguentar a dor, sendo que sou tão pouco tolerante a ela, e me habituei a ouvir dizer que eu nunca iria conseguir ter filhos. É verdade que eu tive um parto muito fácil e rápido mas costumo dizer, porque foi o que senti nos momentos em que tive muita dor, que só facto de saber que estamos a pôr no mundo uma nova vida dá-nos forças para tudo e mais alguma coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E a propósito de parto, partilho aqui convosco a história do meu parto, que escrevi alguns meses depois:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um parto divertido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, é claro que tive dores, apesar de ter tido um parto considerado fácil porque foi tudo extremamente rápido. Desejo a todas as mulheres um parto como aquele que eu tive. Mas foi também um parto divertido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguma vez tinham pensado que um parto também pode ser divertido?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando cheguei à urgência do hospital, já tinha contracções de cinco em cinco minutos, mas ninguém estava com muita pressa de me atender. Uma hora depois de lá chegar, fui recebida por um médico que me aconselhou a ir para casa e a voltar na manhã seguinte com a carta que eu levava do meu médico. Nessa altura, lembro-me de pensar: “Se eu já estou com estas dores todas e ainda tenho de ir passar a noite a casa, então isto é muito pior do que eu pensava”. Mas felizmente, fui observada por outro médico que viu que o parto estava iminente. Porém, também ninguém parecia acreditar nele e diziam para o meu marido e para a minha mãe que a bebé só nasceria lá pelas três da manhã (eram na altura umas seis e meia da tarde).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando fui para cima com a enfermeira, esta mandou-me para a casa de banho com um clister e, quando eu estava a tentar fazer imaginam o quê, aparece o médico, diz-me para sair dali porque não havia tempo e leva-me para a sala de partos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já na sala de partos, apareceu uma médica ou enfermeira (naquela altura as dores já eram tantas que eu não consegui distinguir) e perguntou-me: Foi a senhora que pediu a epidural?” “Não”, disse eu, “mas...” “Então está cheia de sorte porque temos aqui o anestesista e podemos dar-lha.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o médico mandou a senhora embora: “Nem pensem nisso! A bebé está quase cá fora.” E assim foi. Quando senti vontade de fazer força e me disseram que já podia fazer, ainda pensei: “Meu Deus, isto deve ser ainda o efeito do clister!” Mas não era e, às 19:39, nascia a minha doce Catarina que tem agora cinco meses e que fez de mim a mulher mais feliz do mundo, ou melhor, uma das mais felizes. Não me posso esquecer de todas as mulheres que, tal como eu, viveram este milagre que é o nascimento de um filho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E não posso deixar de falar no meu novo nascimento. O que é nascer de novo? Muitos conhecem a expressão, outros nem tanto. Eu confesso que não a conhecia até há uns anos atrás, precisamente até nascer de novo. E mesmo quando isso aconteceu, pensava, o que acontece quando se nasce de novo? Jesus disse: «Em verdade, em verdade te digo que, se alguém não nascer de novo, não pode ver o reino de Deus.» (João 3:3). Com estas palavras, Jesus fala-nos da necessidade de um novo nascimento, de uma transformação espiritual. Sempre me lembro de crer em Deus mas, apesar disso, parecia sempre que faltava alguma coisa, que eu acabava por procurar nos lugares errados. Quando nasci de novo, aparentemente, permaneci a mesma pessoa, mas a minha vida foi transformada de uma forma que eu nunca imaginei e é por isso que hoje eu quero partilhar essa alegria com os outros. Além do mais, é muito reconfortante saber que Deus nunca desiste de nós e que, embora o nascimento físico ocorra apenas uma vez na vida, podemos renascer todos os dias para uma vida plena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8442693381244205446?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8442693381244205446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8442693381244205446' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8442693381244205446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8442693381244205446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/03/blogagem-colectiva-fases-da-vida.html' title='Blogagem Colectiva - Fases da Vida'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-d4XuqoJolSo/TX8tZ_7ITyI/AAAAAAAAFvo/FywN9RhpFLA/s72-c/anm0521277a2b69503c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3537194632164708354</id><published>2011-03-14T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:10:27.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Desabafos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não vou aqui comentar a greve dos camionistas, nem tenho or hábito abordar este tipo de assunto no meu blogue mas apetece-me desabafar sobre algo que vejo sempre em qualquer greve e que me deixa triste. Vejo sempre grevistas a insultar aquelas pessoas que não querem aderir à greve. Ao fazerem isto, perdem toda a razão que têm e interferem com o direito dos outros. Se temos o direito de fazer greve, também temos o direito de não a fazer.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3537194632164708354?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3537194632164708354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3537194632164708354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3537194632164708354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3537194632164708354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/03/desabafos.html' title='Desabafos'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8005584562241149432</id><published>2011-03-13T21:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:01:26.225Z</updated><title type='text'>Grito de alma</title><content type='html'>Título: Grito de alma&lt;br/&gt;Link: http://gotaf.socialtwist.com/redirect?l=j1u6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8005584562241149432?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8005584562241149432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8005584562241149432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8005584562241149432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8005584562241149432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/03/grito-de-alma.html' title='Grito de alma'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-5092166723001904874</id><published>2011-03-10T20:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:31:55.526Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FXkL13uwlDk/TXk1GCI4bSI/AAAAAAAAFvg/TqzToiQn-hE/s1600/MANIFE%257E2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FXkL13uwlDk/TXk1GCI4bSI/AAAAAAAAFvg/TqzToiQn-hE/s320/MANIFE%257E2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-5092166723001904874?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/5092166723001904874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=5092166723001904874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5092166723001904874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/5092166723001904874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FXkL13uwlDk/TXk1GCI4bSI/AAAAAAAAFvg/TqzToiQn-hE/s72-c/MANIFE%257E2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-6995410695155126559</id><published>2011-01-19T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:08:56.105Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm a proud homemaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TTcm7GhW18I/AAAAAAAAFWM/Zj49RYcIjjM/s1600/renoir-pierre-auguste-the-daughters-of-catulle-mendes-at-the-piano-1888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TTcm7GhW18I/AAAAAAAAFWM/Zj49RYcIjjM/s320/renoir-pierre-auguste-the-daughters-of-catulle-mendes-at-the-piano-1888.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/The-Daughters-of-Catulle-Mendes-at-the-Piano-1888-Posters_i1591104_.htm?sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4d372662af23efa6%2C0"&gt;The Daughters of Catulle Mendes at the Piano, 1888 Giclee Print by Pierre-Auguste Renoir at AllPosters.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have just read &lt;a href="http://proverbs14verse1.blogspot.com/2011/01/defending-biblical-truths-in-face-of.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;great post and, following Mrs. June Fuentes challenge, I decided to say this once more: I'm a proud homemaker and I'm not ashamed of it. I have lived the lies of feminism for some time, though in my heart I longed to be at home, taking care of my family and our home. And God, in His immense grace, made it possible for me to live and defend biblical womanhood. I still have a long way to go and, unfortunately, I don't have any mentors. I do have special women in my life but most of them don't understand these things. My mentors are women like Mrs. June Fuentes. I have read many inspiring books and many inspiring blogs that helped me to better understand what the Bible says about womanhood and I am grateful for all those women who are not ashamed for standing for these truths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://joinmeforcoffee.blogspot.com/2011/01/stay-at-home-mom-regrets.html"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;, it is a bit difficult for me to write about these things «&lt;em&gt;because I have very good friends that have children and have chosen work outside of their home. I do not want to offend them or anyone else in any way! I do believe that staying home to raise your children is the best choice, but I understand that this choice isn't always available for each family&lt;/em&gt;.» But, at the same time, just as other women think that we should all work outside their home and are not ashamed of defending that, I have the right to do the same and stand up for what I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few hours before I read Mrs. June Fuentes post, I went to a shop and met an older woman I know but who I haven't seen for more than a year. She asked some questions about our family but the main one was: Are you still not working? And I said: Yes, I do work. At home. I've had many situations like this one but I don't want to think too much about that and I also stopped trying to justify the way I live. I don't have to do it and I need to concentrate on my duties as a wife, mother and homemaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still have many things to learn and, as I said before, I still have a long way to go, but I'm getting older and rather than feeling sorry for not having any mentors, I should start doing something and&amp;nbsp;«&lt;em&gt;teach the younger women to love their husbands and children,&amp;nbsp;to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God&lt;/em&gt;.» (Titus 2:4-5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-6995410695155126559?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/6995410695155126559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=6995410695155126559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6995410695155126559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6995410695155126559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-proud-homemaker.html' title='I&apos;m a proud homemaker'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TTcm7GhW18I/AAAAAAAAFWM/Zj49RYcIjjM/s72-c/renoir-pierre-auguste-the-daughters-of-catulle-mendes-at-the-piano-1888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-6919333216379613980</id><published>2011-01-11T09:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:41:56.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Não é fácil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou quase a terminar o livro &lt;em&gt;Lies Women Believe And The Truth That Sets Them Free&lt;/em&gt;, de Nancy Leigh DeMoss. O livro é muito bom﻿. Apresenta de uma forma muito clara e prática as mentiras do inimigo e as verdades de Deus. A maior parte do que ali está não é novidade para mim, apenas é novidade a forma que a autora usou. Mas como sou humana e a carne está cá, não deixei de me sentir um pouco angustiada com algumas das coisas que li. Eu até sei que elas estão na Bíblia mas às vezes acho que evito ler essa parte e leio só o que é bom. Normalmente ouço dizer que o nosso problema se prende sobretudo com a obediência, ou melhor, com a falta dela. pessoalmente, embora tenha imensas falhas nesta área, até nem me custa aceitar que é fundamental obedecer. O que me custa a aceitar é o facto de termos de sofrer, independentemente de crermos e de obedecermos, e o facto de saber que muitas vezes, Deus liberta-nos de determinados sofrimentos ainda aqui, mas que muitas outras vezes, Ele só ó faz na eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Pois tenho para mim que as aflições deste tempo presente não se podem comparar com a glória que em nós há-de ser revelada.&lt;/em&gt;» (Romanos 8:18)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-6919333216379613980?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/6919333216379613980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=6919333216379613980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6919333216379613980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6919333216379613980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-e-facil.html' title='Não é fácil...'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-6558899373549977059</id><published>2011-01-10T10:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:56:23.555Z</updated><title type='text'>Greeting the Day, by Karen Burton Mains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TSrjmOa3E8I/AAAAAAAAFV4/FkEG8Jizxzc/s1600/ws_Good_Morning_Sun_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TSrjmOa3E8I/AAAAAAAAFV4/FkEG8Jizxzc/s320/ws_Good_Morning_Sun_1280x1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can find this image &lt;a href="http://www.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://www.wallpapercube.com/good-morning-sun_wallpapers_3521_1280x1024.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.wallpapercube.com/good-morning-sun-wallpapers_w3521.html&amp;amp;usg=__Ql1deGnnYWdDMtNiwa0p02TrTVA=&amp;amp;h=960&amp;amp;w=1280&amp;amp;sz=450&amp;amp;hl=pt-pt&amp;amp;start=22&amp;amp;sig2=v9noQFCItdUrrpg1Up_DTQ&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=BHtLRVTWcrtoUM:&amp;amp;tbnh=106&amp;amp;tbnw=152&amp;amp;ei=N-MqTYPaKcb-4wa0ytHgCQ&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmorning%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt-pt%26rlz%3D1T4TSEG_pt-PTPT352PT352%26biw%3D1345%26bih%3D523%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=rc&amp;amp;dur=203&amp;amp;oei=LuMqTb2PJ8Wt8QOL6cmDBw&amp;amp;esq=2&amp;amp;page=2&amp;amp;ndsp=22&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:3,s:22&amp;amp;tx=75&amp;amp;ty=74"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Most of us have forgotten how to greet the day. The knowledge is all but lost to us that a new day is sacred: a gift from God, a rare and precious gift. A new day brings with it another opportunity to start all over, to raise one's head from the pillow with a glad heart, to watch the clouds roll across the dark sky now diffusing pink, and to breathe that child prayer of gratitude, "Oh, God, life again. Again, one more day of life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We must relearn how to stand in awe, how to face for a moment the eastern sky with praise and thanksgiving and allow our hearts to be filled with a corresponding inner daybreak of adoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We must learn to not ever take for granted - no matter how pain-filled our life - that we are alive and the earth still turns on its axis, that evil has not wobbled the world off its course while we slept; and we must understand this sacramental symbol, this reenactment of life which comes ressurrecting every twenty-four hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Celebrating each new day helps us develop the ability to be grateful for all new moments and for the God who is in each one. The discipline of celebrating each new day influences our attitude toward all of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; A new day signifies: The Lord of mornings is still sovereign over the world.»﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-6558899373549977059?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/6558899373549977059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=6558899373549977059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6558899373549977059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6558899373549977059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/01/greeting-day-by-karen-burton-mains.html' title='Greeting the Day, by Karen Burton Mains'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TSrjmOa3E8I/AAAAAAAAFV4/FkEG8Jizxzc/s72-c/ws_Good_Morning_Sun_1280x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4364178991354778383</id><published>2011-01-06T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:34:32.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Lies Women Believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TSWWWoyvjuI/AAAAAAAAFV0/Vk65Mx8gYdY/s1600/lies+women+believe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TSWWWoyvjuI/AAAAAAAAFV0/Vk65Mx8gYdY/s320/lies+women+believe.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...And The Truth That Sets Them Free. Great book by Nancy Leigh DeMoss. I'm still reading it but I'll leave you with some quotes from the chapter Lies Women Believe...About Priorities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«More often than not, I find that women (and Christian women are no exception) feel overwhelmed by how much they have to do and how little time they have to do it.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Years ago, I read that the average woman today has the equivalent of &lt;em&gt;fifty&lt;/em&gt; full-time servants, in the form of modern, timesaving devices and equipment. That figure may or may not be accurate, but we certainly have many conveniences available to us that were unknown to women of past generations.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Well, the future is here. We have devices and gadgets that even the most imaginative minds never dreamed of when I was a little girls. So why are our lives more harried and hurried than ever? Why are we so stressed out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are probably a number of explanations. However, one reason is that we have accepted the lie that we don't have time to do everything we are supposed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fact is, we have no more or less time than any other human being who has ever lived.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«In fact, the Lord Jesus Himself was given only a few short years on earth to accomplish the entire plan of redemption. Talk about a long "to do" list! Yet, at the end of His life, Jesus was able to lift His eyes to His Father and say, "I have glorified thee on the earth: I have &lt;em&gt;finished the work &lt;/em&gt;which thou gavest me to do" (John 17:4 KJV, italics added).»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Jesus didn't finish everything His disciples wanted Him to do. (...) He didn't finish everything the multitudes wanted Him to do. (...) But He did finish the work that &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; gave Him to do.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Half a century ago, a handful of determined women set out to achieve a philosophical and cultural revolution. Convinced that women needed to throw off the shackles of male oppression, they wrote books, published articles, taught college courses, marched in the streets, lobbied Congress, and in myriad ways succeeded in capturing the minds and hearts of millions of women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They redefined what it means to be a woman and tossed out widely held views of a woman's priorities and mission in life. Concepts such as &lt;em&gt;virtue&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;chastity&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;discretion&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;domesticity&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;submission&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;modesty&lt;/em&gt; were largely eliminated from our vocabulary, and replaced with &lt;em&gt;choice&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;divorce&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;infidelity&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;unisex lifestyles&lt;/em&gt;. The daughters and granddaughters of that generation have never known any other way of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the most devastating objectives and effects of this "new" view of womanhood has been to demean marriage and motherhood and to move women - both physically and emotionally - out of their homes and into the workforce.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Paul was obviously addressing women who had been married, in keeping with the biblical perspective that marriage is God's norm for most women. However, according to 1 Corinthians 7:32-35, women who are unmarried are still called to be "homemakers", though in a different sense. They are to devote their energies and efforts to building the household of faith; they are to live selfless lives that revolve not around their own interests and aspirations, but around Christ and His kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Scripture is clear that a married woman's life and ministry are to be centered in her home. This is not to suggest that it is necessarily wrong for a wife and mother to have a job outside her home - unless that job in any way competes with or diminishes her effectiveness in fulfilling her primary calling at home. Further, it is important for women to evaluate their reason (s) for working outside their home and to identify any deception behind those reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For example, it is widely assumed today that a family simply cannot make it without two incomes. It is true that one of the unfortunate byproducts of the feminist revolution is that our economy has become dependent on two-income families. However, that does not necessarily mean that families cannot survive on one income.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Truth is that God gave to the man the primary responsibility to be the "breadwinner" for his wife and children. The Enemy has seen to it that i has become extremely difficult to function this way, but it is always possible to live according to the Truth if we want to.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«In a fallen world, I realize there are some situations where the "ideal" may not be possible. However, realities such as the prevalence of divorce and single moms should not make us throw out the ideal.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Day in and day out, they are building a home; they are being life-givers; they are laying a foundation and building a memorial that will outlive them for generations to come; they are honoring their Creator in the greatest possible way.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4364178991354778383?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4364178991354778383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4364178991354778383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4364178991354778383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4364178991354778383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/01/lies-women-believe.html' title='Lies Women Believe...'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TSWWWoyvjuI/AAAAAAAAFV0/Vk65Mx8gYdY/s72-c/lies+women+believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7855298516113359544</id><published>2011-01-06T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:02:51.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Salmo 86:11-12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«Ensina-me, Senhor, o teu caminho e andarei na tua vereda; dispõe-me o coração para só temer&amp;nbsp;o teu nome. Dar-te-ei graças, Senhor, Deus meu, de todo o coração, e glorificarei para sempre o teu nome.﻿»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7855298516113359544?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7855298516113359544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7855298516113359544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7855298516113359544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7855298516113359544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/01/salmo-8611-12.html' title='Salmo 86:11-12'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8917635901945859416</id><published>2011-01-06T08:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:46:36.955Z</updated><title type='text'>Viva como Caleb (do devocional da UCB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre tive uma certa tendência para estar do lado das minorias, para fazer coisas ou ter ideias que não pertencem à maioria. Não é sempre assim, às vezes também estou do outro lado, e também isso não significa que a razão esteja sempre só de um dos lados. Mas uma coisa eu sei e aprendi ao longo dos anos: que é mais difícil estar do lado da minoria mas não há que ter medo porque nem sempre a maioria vai pelo caminho certo. E eu quero seguir a vontade de Deus, seja de que lado for. Assim como Caleb: «&lt;em&gt;Então, Caleb fez calar o povo perante Moisés e disse: Eia! Subamos e possuamos a terra, porque, certamente, prevaleceremos contra ela. Porém os homens que com ele tinham subido disseram: Não poderemos subir contra aquele povo, porque é mais forte do que nós. E, diante dos filhos de Israel, infamaram a terra que haviam espiado, dizendo: A terra pelo meio da qual passamos a espiar é terra que devora os seus moradores﻿; e todo o povo que vimos são homens de grande estatura. Também vimos ali gigantes (os filhos de Anaque são descendentes de gigantes), e éramos, aos nossos próprios olhos, como gafanhotos e assim também o éramos aos seus olhos» (Números 13:30-33) «Porém, o meu servo Caleb, porquanto nele houve outro espírito, e perseverou em seguir-me, eu o levarei à terra em que entrou, e a sua semente a possuirá em herança» (Números 14:24)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8917635901945859416?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8917635901945859416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8917635901945859416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8917635901945859416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8917635901945859416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/01/viva-como-caleb-do-devocional-da-ucb.html' title='Viva como Caleb (do devocional da UCB)'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8293222987558971229</id><published>2011-01-03T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:56:21.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Dormir é muito bom, é muito bom....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TSG3_JCHEFI/AAAAAAAAFVw/LSsGcn3W49o/s1600/wegner-petra-domestic-cat-kitten-sleeping-on-a-deckchair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TSG3_JCHEFI/AAAAAAAAFVw/LSsGcn3W49o/s320/wegner-petra-domestic-cat-kitten-sleeping-on-a-deckchair.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Domestic-Cat-Kitten-Sleeping-on-a-Deckchair-Posters_i5263925_.htm?sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4d21b79f3f5a75a6%2C0"&gt;Domestic Cat, Kitten Sleeping on a Deckchair Photographic Print by Petra Wegner at AllPosters.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de duas semanas a levantar-me mais tarde do que é costume, hoje voltei ao horário das 7 da manhã. E custou-me. Muito! Que me desculpem aqueles que dizem que é tudo uma questão de hábito mas não estou de acordo. Para mim não é. Gosto muito de dormir e não gosto de me levantar cedo. Já passei por várias fases na minha vida, umas em que me podia levantar à hora que quisesse, e outras em que me tinha de levantar obrigatoriamente todos os dias muito cedo. Foram sempre mais as vezes em que tive horário para me levantar. E nunca me habituei. Depois de estar levantada, e de banho tomado, fico até feliz por estar a pé cedo pois parece que o tempo rende mais e eu gosto muito das manhãs. Mas levantar custa sempre. Com ou sem hábitos obrigatórios, cada um tem os seus ritmos﻿. No meu caso, para deitar não tem de ser muito cedo, mas também não pode ser muito tarde. E para levantar, não tem de ser muito tarde, mas também não pode ser muito cedo. E tenho dito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8293222987558971229?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8293222987558971229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8293222987558971229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8293222987558971229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8293222987558971229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/01/dormir-e-muito-bom-e-muito-bom.html' title='Dormir é muito bom, é muito bom....'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TSG3_JCHEFI/AAAAAAAAFVw/LSsGcn3W49o/s72-c/wegner-petra-domestic-cat-kitten-sleeping-on-a-deckchair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-6103445435081220578</id><published>2011-01-02T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:29:28.341Z</updated><title type='text'>Seguindo os passos de Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só hoje peguei no meu devocional da &lt;a href="http://www.ucbportugal.pt/"&gt;UCB&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;para este mês de Janeiro. Li as mensagens do dia 1 e 2 (Seguindo os passos de Jesus) e foram duas mensagens que eu estava a precisar de ler. A primeira diz-nos que «Jesus sabia quando tinha de trabalhar e quando tinha de descansar.» «Jesus afastava-se para receber. Ele sabia que ninguém pode dar o que não tem. Trabalhar significa dar, descansar significa receber. Jesus compreendia o equilíbrio, e foi por isso que alcançou tanto em apenas três anos. Quando você está descansado pensa com mais clareza, toma decisões melhores, vê a vida através de olhos confiantes, alcança mais em menos tempo, e o que você constrói é feito para durar. Então, pare com a corrida frenética. Seguir as pisadas de Jesus significa ser conduzido, não arrastado!» Quantas e quantas vezes, nesta minha ânsia de ajudar o maior número possível de pessoas, de dar atenção a toda a gente, não me esqueço de ir à fonte. E depois fico vazia, sem nada para dar. E só quando me sinto esgotada, é que me lembro que preciso de beber desta água todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Jesus sabia que não tinha de provar nada. (...) Ele não precisava da aprovação daquelas pessoas, Ele já tinha a aprovação do Seu Pai. (...) Jesus respondeu aos que tinham fome, aos necessitados, aos que O procuravam, mas não aos que tentavam lançar-Lhe armadilhas. Não devemos nada aos que nos criticam.» Pelo facto de estar em casa a cuidar da minha família, de ter escolhido educar a minha filha de uma forma diferente, e por tantas outras coisas, sou tantas vezes criticada e humilhada (sei que não sou só eu embora por vezes tenha a presunção de acreditar nisso!!!) mas hoje, ao ler esta mensagem, Deus mostrou-me que não tenho de me preocupar com essas críticas, não tenho de estar sempre a justificar-me, não tenho de alimentar a tristeza que sinto quando surgem as críticas. Importa sim fazer a vontade do meu Pai, o único que tem de aprovar aquilo que eu faço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E aproveito esta mensagem para dar mais uma vez os parabéns aos meus queridos Rute, Paulo e Samuel pelo nascimento da sua linda menina. Que Deus abençoe esta família linda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-6103445435081220578?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/6103445435081220578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=6103445435081220578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6103445435081220578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6103445435081220578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2011/01/seguindo-os-passos-de-jesus.html' title='Seguindo os passos de Jesus'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3361092886594976232</id><published>2010-12-31T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:50:05.367Z</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ ANO NOVO   HAPPY NEW YEAR    FELIZ AÑO NUEVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TR4XiPtBqrI/AAAAAAAAFVs/geSxS56ABac/s1600/New_Year_2011_Happy_2011_026324_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TR4XiPtBqrI/AAAAAAAAFVs/geSxS56ABac/s320/New_Year_2011_Happy_2011_026324_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can find this image &lt;a href="http://knockknockeurosongs.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3361092886594976232?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3361092886594976232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3361092886594976232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3361092886594976232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3361092886594976232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-ano-novo-happy-new-year-feliz-ano.html' title='FELIZ ANO NOVO   HAPPY NEW YEAR    FELIZ AÑO NUEVO'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TR4XiPtBqrI/AAAAAAAAFVs/geSxS56ABac/s72-c/New_Year_2011_Happy_2011_026324_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-1463372131354100037</id><published>2010-12-29T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:14:46.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Planning for the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TRtrKcvBWlI/AAAAAAAAFVo/Cl2a0kZB6Kk/s1600/rachel-hale-b-f-f-best-friends-forever-rachael-other-cover-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TRtrKcvBWlI/AAAAAAAAFVo/Cl2a0kZB6Kk/s320/rachel-hale-b-f-f-best-friends-forever-rachael-other-cover-art.jpg" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know about you but I love this time of the year. Usually, between Christmas and New Year's Eve, I take some time to plan. One of my Christmas presents is always a diary for the year to come. It's a present from my Granny but ﻿it is my Mum who chooses it. And they're always beautiful. I've had many Taschen diaries, with angels, flowers, photos from New York, and many other interesting things. This year I got a Rachael Hale Baby Love diary, with beautiful photos of beautiful babies (my Mum chose this one because we have a new baby in the family!). I couldn't find a photo of my new diary in the Internet and I was too lazy to take a photo of my own, so I just attached a photo of a Racahel Hale calendar to illustrate my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm absolutely aware of the fact that there is nothing magical occurring between the 31st of December and the 1st of January but for me (not just for me I know!) it is symbolic and I like to think about the year that is ending, about the good and not so good things, about what I can or cannot change. I really think that this exercise is an important one. It doesn't matter if you do it every year or if you do it at a different time of the year. The important thing is to do it. For me it is crucial because I'm always reflecting upon things, always planning, always making lists. I'm a bit obsessed with this, I know. If you ask me if I prefer tasting a good chocolate or making a list, I'll definitely choose the second option. And I love chocolate! My diary, my notebook and a pen are some of my favourite objects and I make plans and lists for everthing. But of course I don't do everything I plan. Sometimes I feel a bit disappointed with that but not always. I really have fun planning and for me, that's the best part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hear many people saying (especially after some big trial in their lives) that they stopped planning because things don't usually go as we plan them, and that the best thing to do is to live&amp;nbsp;in the moment, like there is no tomorrow. I don't want to discuss here if this is the best way to live. I just know that it doesn't work for me. Apart from the fun I have planning and making lists, it is important to me because it keeps me focused. When I don't plan my days, for example, I feel absolutely disorientated. I don't know what to do even knowing that I have so many things to do. Nevertheless, if I have planned my day but something unexpected occurs and I cannot stick to my plans, it's ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a time when I thought that it was wrong to plan since it is God who is in control of my life and not me. But then God showed me that there is nothing wrong in doing it as long as I know that He is in control and as long as I am content whenever His ways are not my ways. And though I make plans, I always ask for God's direction before doing so and pray «let your will be done».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«In his heart a man plans his course,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the Lord determines his steps.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-1463372131354100037?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/1463372131354100037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=1463372131354100037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1463372131354100037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/1463372131354100037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/12/planning-for-new-year.html' title='Planning for the New Year'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TRtrKcvBWlI/AAAAAAAAFVo/Cl2a0kZB6Kk/s72-c/rachel-hale-b-f-f-best-friends-forever-rachael-other-cover-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-6412102182071596455</id><published>2010-12-25T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:20:25.727Z</updated><title type='text'>Já sou tia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....I'm an aunt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou tão feliz! Estreei-me como tia. E o meu lindo sobrinho nasceu hoje, dia de Natal. Infelizmente ele está muito longe, na Índia, e por isso só podemos vê-lo através das fotos. Que belo presente! Que Deus abençoe o nosso querido Vicente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so happy! I'm now an aunt for the first time. My beautiful nephew was born today, on Christmas day. Unfortunately, he is very far away, in India, so we can only look at his photos. What a wonderful present! May God bless our dear Vicente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-6412102182071596455?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/6412102182071596455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=6412102182071596455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6412102182071596455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/6412102182071596455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/12/ja-sou-tiaim-aunt.html' title='Já sou tia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....I&apos;m an aunt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-985013619748555593</id><published>2010-12-22T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:44:37.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...Feliz Natal....Feliz Navidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TRJVApZF34I/AAAAAAAAFVI/_6BHf0K5cfU/s1600/merry-christmas-young-caroler-with-lantern.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TRJVApZF34I/AAAAAAAAFVI/_6BHf0K5cfU/s320/merry-christmas-young-caroler-with-lantern.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Merry-Christmas-Young-Caroler-with-Lantern-Posters_i6395298_.htm?sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4d1254c4e8cb6e8a%2C0"&gt;Merry Christmas, Young Caroler with Lantern Masterprint at AllPosters.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-985013619748555593?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/985013619748555593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=985013619748555593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/985013619748555593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/985013619748555593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmasfeliz-natalfeliz-navidad.html' title='Merry Christmas...Feliz Natal....Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TRJVApZF34I/AAAAAAAAFVI/_6BHf0K5cfU/s72-c/merry-christmas-young-caroler-with-lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8799821426607935643</id><published>2010-12-20T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:41:31.569Z</updated><title type='text'>Manifestação de blogues pelo direito de educar sem escolarizar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TQ-FwHaGvMI/AAAAAAAAFVE/dwHnIsWUFl4/s1600/MANIFE%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TQ-FwHaGvMI/AAAAAAAAFVE/dwHnIsWUFl4/s320/MANIFE%257E1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em Espanha, o Tribunal Constitucional declarou o homeschooling ilegal. Como acredito que a educação em casa é uma opção como outra qualquer e que os nossos filhos não são propriedade do Estado e os pais são os principais responsáveis pela sua educação, junto-me neste manifestação de blogues pelo direito de educar sem escolarizar e manifesto a minha solidariedade pelos pais espanhóis que não podem educar livremente os seus filhos em casa. Quem se quiser juntar a esta manifestação, pode utilizar este símbolo, publicar ou não um texto e juntar o seu link &lt;a href="http://charlottemasonsp.blogspot.com/2010/12/manifestacion-de-blogs-en-favor-del.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8799821426607935643?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8799821426607935643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8799821426607935643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8799821426607935643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8799821426607935643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/12/manifestacao-de-blogues-pelo-direito-de.html' title='Manifestação de blogues pelo direito de educar sem escolarizar'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TQ-FwHaGvMI/AAAAAAAAFVE/dwHnIsWUFl4/s72-c/MANIFE%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3406992944380934826</id><published>2010-12-03T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:06:26.309Z</updated><title type='text'>Se eu não tivesse amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPlGgbmdzEI/AAAAAAAAFVA/qXKasb-Mikw/s1600/MotherAndDaughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPlGgbmdzEI/AAAAAAAAFVA/qXKasb-Mikw/s320/MotherAndDaughter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can find this beautiful gift &lt;a href="http://www.willowtreegifts.net/?nav=DisplayProduct&amp;amp;ThisProductKey=48&amp;amp;ShowCategory=WillowTree&amp;amp;ShowSubCategory=Figurines"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando me criticam pela educação que dou à minha filha, quando a comparo com outras crianças, quando vejo nela comportamentos que me desagradam, quando oiço outros pais falarem das muitas regras que têm e que conseguem fazer cumprir, mas sobretudo quando estou mais sensível, vem um desespero por todas as falhas que cometo enquanto mãe. Têm sido muitas ao longo destes nove anos de vida da minha menina. Nesses momentos, acho que isto só acontece comigo. Que sou a única mãe do mundo (excluindo aquelas que matam e maltratam os seus filhos) que falha tanto. Felizmente que também tenho outros momentos em que sei que não estou só. Mas ainda que eu saiba que é humano falhar, sinto tantas vezes uma angústia por todas as minhas falhas e as consequências das mesmas na vida da minha filha. Penso que já é tarde demais, que ela vai ter problemas por minha culpa, enfim...penso tudo aquilo que não devia pensar. Mas depois, surgem momentos em que a minha filha me surpreende com as suas atitudes, com o amor que brota do seu coração. E aí eu vejo a graça de Deus e lembro-me das suas promessas. E vem novamente a confiança de que, ainda que eu falhe, a Sua graça, a Sua fidelidade e a Sua misericórdia são novas a cada manhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembro-me de uma vez ter ouvido um famoso pediatra (não me recordo do seu nome) dar uma entrevista na televisão. Os apresentadores fizeram-lhe várias perguntas. Ele falou de regras importantes, deu sugestões, abordou vários assuntos. Pediram-lhe depois uma mensagem final dirigida aos pais. E ele disse: «Se tudo isto falhar, se nada disto der resultado, não se preocupem. Desde que haja amor, está tudo bem!» E eu lembrei-me desta passagem bíblica tão bela, que quase todos nós conhecemos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda que eu falasse as línguas dos homens e dos anjos, e não tivesse amor, seria como o metal que soa ou como o sino que tine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ainda que tivesse o dom de profecia, e conhecesse todos os mistérios e toda a ciência, e ainda que tivesse toda a fé, de maneira tal que transportasse os montes, e não tivesse amor, nada seria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ainda que distribuísse toda a minha fortuna para sustento dos pobres, e ainda que entregasse o meu corpo para ser queimado, e não tivesse amor, nada disso me aproveitaria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Coríntios 13:1-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3406992944380934826?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3406992944380934826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3406992944380934826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3406992944380934826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3406992944380934826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-eu-nao-tivesse-amor.html' title='Se eu não tivesse amor...'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPlGgbmdzEI/AAAAAAAAFVA/qXKasb-Mikw/s72-c/MotherAndDaughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-92885627431034565</id><published>2010-11-29T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:40:37.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma viagem ao passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQA_deqgKI/AAAAAAAAFUo/230_44_Xibk/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQA_deqgKI/AAAAAAAAFUo/230_44_Xibk/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBEjre3RI/AAAAAAAAFUs/NNuccbMxsFQ/s1600/IMG_0290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBEjre3RI/AAAAAAAAFUs/NNuccbMxsFQ/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBI7NPcZI/AAAAAAAAFUw/OZMl4juUhtA/s1600/IMG_0293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBI7NPcZI/AAAAAAAAFUw/OZMl4juUhtA/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBNNpyH1I/AAAAAAAAFU0/IXITboAPAVk/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBNNpyH1I/AAAAAAAAFU0/IXITboAPAVk/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBRiH-BRI/AAAAAAAAFU4/-4lp9nkB3_k/s1600/IMG_0296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBRiH-BRI/AAAAAAAAFU4/-4lp9nkB3_k/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBWF9IfcI/AAAAAAAAFU8/QVXef1Ux004/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQBWF9IfcI/AAAAAAAAFU8/QVXef1Ux004/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recebi agora estas fotos tiradas há poucos dias. É do prédio onde vivemos em Joanesburgo, há 35 anos atrás! É uma emoção para mim ver estas fotos, pois tenho muitas memórias boas desses tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-92885627431034565?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/92885627431034565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=92885627431034565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/92885627431034565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/92885627431034565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-viagem-ao-passado.html' title='Uma viagem ao passado'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TPQA_deqgKI/AAAAAAAAFUo/230_44_Xibk/s72-c/IMG_0280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-2717485009961696812</id><published>2010-11-27T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:23:57.017Z</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas que me irritam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho algo que não é grave, que até é frequente, e que se chama &lt;a href="http://www.intendis.pt/scripts/pages/pt/doencas_abrangidas/rosacea/index.php"&gt;rosácea&lt;/a&gt;. Incomoda-me um bocadinho mas nada por aí além. Já aprendi a conviver com isto e sei que, embora os médicos digam que não tem cura, Deus pode curar se Ele quiser. Mas também sei que Ele pode não querer. E sei que há coisas bem piores. E também sei que, a esta altura da minha caminhada com Cristo, já não me devia incomodar, e muito menos irritar, não com a rosácea, mas com os comentários que as pessoas me fazem constantemente por causa da﻿ dita. Sempre que estou com a pele do meu rosto mais avermelhada, lá vêm os risinhos e os comentários sobre a bebida. Mesmo que a vermelhidão da minha pele se devesse à ingestão de bebidas alcoólicas, eu consideraria este tipo de comentários uma falta de educação e, quando vindos de crentes (que muitas vezes vêm), de uma total falta de compaixão, contrária à Palavra de Deus. Mas para mim que nem gosto de bebidas alcoólicas, tais comentários, para além de não fazerem sentido absolutamente nenhum, revelam falta de educação e irritam-me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-2717485009961696812?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/2717485009961696812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=2717485009961696812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2717485009961696812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/2717485009961696812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-coisas-que-me-irritam.html' title='Há coisas que me irritam...'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-8218320832057228203</id><published>2010-11-25T08:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:26:38.569Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TO4dtAv45II/AAAAAAAAFUk/quWpZ7Mw-t4/s1600/th7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TO4dtAv45II/AAAAAAAAFUk/quWpZ7Mw-t4/s320/th7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have a wonderful day "and&amp;nbsp;give thanks for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ" (Ephesians 5:20).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-8218320832057228203?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/8218320832057228203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=8218320832057228203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8218320832057228203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/8218320832057228203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TO4dtAv45II/AAAAAAAAFUk/quWpZ7Mw-t4/s72-c/th7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7635895816249105989</id><published>2010-11-22T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:42:28.528Z</updated><title type='text'>Não vos conformeis com este mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os tempos são outros! Esta deve ser uma das frases que mais oiço neste tempo em que vivo e que é meu, mas que também é das crianças, dos jovens e daqueles que são mais velhos do que eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que os tempos são outros já nós estamos fartos de saber. Esta é uma verdade de La Palisse, como me ensinou a minha avó, que já passou os 90 e que ainda é deste tempo, tal como também é de muitos outros tempos que já passaram, todos diferentes uns dos outros. Cada hoje é ﻿diferente do ontem e será certamente diferente do amanhã. E é assim desde que o tempo é tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tem-me preocupado um pouco ouvir esta expressão vinda da boca de muitos cristãos. Isto porque os anos vão passando mas há valores que não mudam. E nós, que cremos na Palavra de Deus, sabemos que ela não muda e permanecerá para sempre (Mateus 24:35).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7635895816249105989?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7635895816249105989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7635895816249105989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7635895816249105989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7635895816249105989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-vos-conformeis-com-este-mundo.html' title='Não vos conformeis com este mundo'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-4724180378713863380</id><published>2010-11-19T12:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:25:08.562Z</updated><title type='text'>Não me pediram publicidade mas eu divulgo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOZsnC4n4PI/AAAAAAAAFUY/Iz9odhZG-Hc/s1600/hands_baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOZsnC4n4PI/AAAAAAAAFUY/Iz9odhZG-Hc/s1600/hands_baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maternar.webnode.com/"&gt;MATERNAR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A MATERNAR é uma rede de apoio comunitário sem fins lucrativos cuja missão é apoiar as mulheres e as suas famílias ao longo de todo o processo de maternidade, oferecendo suporte local e informação relevante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na MATERNAR acreditamos que escolhas informadas e confiança no processo proporcionam às famílias a oportunidade de vivenciar uma experiência plena e segura de maternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-4724180378713863380?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/4724180378713863380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=4724180378713863380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4724180378713863380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/4724180378713863380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-me-pediram-publicidade-mas-eu.html' title='Não me pediram publicidade mas eu divulgo!'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOZsnC4n4PI/AAAAAAAAFUY/Iz9odhZG-Hc/s72-c/hands_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-3308713006063187486</id><published>2010-11-19T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:15:13.577Z</updated><title type='text'>Modernices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contaram-me que, numa entrevista de trabalho, o entrevistador fez comentários desagradáveis acerca de aspectos físicos dos entrevistados. Fiquei chocada mas parece que é prática comum e recomendada para avaliar se as pessoas têm capacidade para lidar com todo o tipo de público. Não sou realmente entendida em tais técnicas que provavelmente até são eficazes, mas sinto-me no direito de as achar, no mínimo, de um extremo mau gosto e falta de educação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é fácil lidar com público difícil e decerto haverá algumas técnicas para tal, tal como também há pessoas mais capacitadas do que outras para o fazer. Mas perante o insulto do outro, e dependendo de uma série de circunstâncias, por vezes até a pessoa mais bem formada e treinada é capaz de aplicar um valente par de estalos a quem a ofendeu.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não haverá outras técnicas também eficazes? Ofender o outro não me parece nunca uma coisa boa, ainda que o fim a atingir seja muito louvável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-3308713006063187486?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/3308713006063187486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=3308713006063187486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3308713006063187486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/3308713006063187486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/modernices.html' title='Modernices...'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7794027778639834969</id><published>2010-11-18T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:08:55.072Z</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOTriS3UICI/AAAAAAAAFUU/bX_AucluS1E/s1600/TTButton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOTriS3UICI/AAAAAAAAFUU/bX_AucluS1E/s1600/TTButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ccenter%3E%3Ca%20target=_%22blank%22%20href=%22http://www.eph2810.com/?page_id=459&amp;quot; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; src=&amp;quot;http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/eph2810/TTButton.jpg&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;"&gt;Thankful Thursday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the first time I join in with Thankful Thursday but I think it's a great idea. This year I'm also thinking about celebrating Thanksgiving with my family. I know it's not a Portuguese tradition but if «we» decided to start celebrating Halloween a few years ago (I don't), why don't we start celebrating Thanksgiving, which is a better tradition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am thankful for so many things but today I am especially thankful for&amp;nbsp;a husband who loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7794027778639834969?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7794027778639834969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7794027778639834969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7794027778639834969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7794027778639834969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOTriS3UICI/AAAAAAAAFUU/bX_AucluS1E/s72-c/TTButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7358724209457814209</id><published>2010-11-18T08:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:54:35.434Z</updated><title type='text'>Incoerências...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós, mulheres, somos incoerentes quando não queremos ser submissas aos nossos maridos mas nos submetemos facilmente à vontade de um patrão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós, mulheres, somos incoerentes quando pensamos que cuidar do nosso marido, dos nossos filhos e da nossa casa é um trabalho menor mas pagamos a outras mulheres para fazerem isso, mulheres essas que por sua vez têm também de pagar a outras mulheres para o fazer.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós, mulheres, somos incoerentes quando queremos fazer exactamente as mesmas coisas que os homens fazem e depois ficamos escandalizadas porque eles já não nos respeitam como antigamente, nem têm gestos de cavalheirismo para connosco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós, mulheres, somos incoerentes quando recusamos ser consideradas o vaso mais frágil mas depois queremos que os homens nos protejam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós, mulheres, somos incoerentes quando consideramos absurdo e indigno ter de depender financeiramente de um homem que por acaso também é nosso marido, mas consideramos normal e digno depender de um ou mais homens que por vezes nem conhecemos e que, muitas vezes, estão mais preocupados com o lucro das suas empresas do que connosco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7358724209457814209?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7358724209457814209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7358724209457814209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7358724209457814209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7358724209457814209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/incoerencias.html' title='Incoerências...'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-775911766582022061</id><published>2010-11-17T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:45:00.175Z</updated><title type='text'>Enxoval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOOtA1I5EFI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/mL_WIviFYvc/s1600/Hope-Chest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOOtA1I5EFI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/mL_WIviFYvc/s320/Hope-Chest.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem, enquanto lavava a loiça do almoço, liguei a pequenina televisão a preto e branco (é verdade, ainda temos uma!!!) que tenho na cozinha e estavam a entrevistar duas ou três senhoras com casamentos já longos. Falava-se sobre o enxoval de cada uma delas, algo que, dizia a reportagem, já caiu em desuso. Parece que sim, que caiu em desuso, mas é pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E porque não recuperar a tradição? Diz-se no futebol que em equipa que ganha não se mexe. E eu diria que as boas tradições nunca deviam passar de moda. Quando muito, poderiam ser reinventadas ou adaptadas aos nossos tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora fazem-se listas de casamento (quando não se pede dinheiro), muitas vezes até online, com as coisas que os noivos querem receber, para evitar presentes que não são do seu agrado ou presentes repetidos. Mas esse é um assunto para outra mensagem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andei a pesquisar e descobri que a palavra enxoval vem do árabe &lt;em&gt;as-suuar&lt;/em&gt;, que significa «dote» Os espanhóis têm uma palavra ainda mais próxima do árabe: ajuar. Pessoalmente gosto muito do termo inglês &lt;em&gt;hope chest&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto da tradição do enxoval. Há quem diga que não faz sentido fazer um enxoval como se fazia antigamente porque depois as filhas podem não gostar, porque agora já não se usam todos aqueles bordados e rendas. Tenho que discordar. Ainda se usa. Depende do gosto de cada um. Mas uma mãe conhece os gostos da sua filha e há muitas alternativas aos bordados e às rendas, para quem não gosta. E há sempre a possibilidade de se fazer o enxoval com a ajuda da filha, para que ela própria vá escolhendo os artigos que são do seu agrado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um enxoval é um bonito presente com o qual podemos abençoar as nossas filhas. É algo que podemos ir criando ao longo dos anos, com toques pessoais de amor, e também de acordo com a disponibilidade financeira que haja em cada fase das nossas vidas. E tenho a certeza de que as nossas filhas ficarão um dia muito felizes ao receberem este belo presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ficam aqui algumas sugestões daquilo que pode fazer parte de um enxoval:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roupa de cama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toalhas de banho&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toalhas de mesa para o dia-a-dia e para ocasiões especiais&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Panos da loiça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aventais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 Bíblia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;livros de receitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;receitas de família&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bons livros cristãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;livros clássicos infantis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fotografias de família&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;artigos feitos pelas mães (toalhas bordadas, etc...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e tantas, mas tantas outras coisas......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-775911766582022061?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/775911766582022061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=775911766582022061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/775911766582022061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/775911766582022061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/enxoval.html' title='Enxoval'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOOtA1I5EFI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/mL_WIviFYvc/s72-c/Hope-Chest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-68641712374651664</id><published>2010-11-16T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:37:00.871Z</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOKW-Rs4EVI/AAAAAAAAFUE/58DrA4IEtuE/s1600/November+2010+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOKW-Rs4EVI/AAAAAAAAFUE/58DrA4IEtuE/s320/November+2010+075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"November comes And November goes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the last red berries And the first white snows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With night coming early, And dawn coming late, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fires burn And the kettles sing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And earth sinks to rest Until next spring."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Coatsworth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-68641712374651664?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/68641712374651664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=68641712374651664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/68641712374651664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/68641712374651664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOKW-Rs4EVI/AAAAAAAAFUE/58DrA4IEtuE/s72-c/November+2010+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354371.post-7011313094029921481</id><published>2010-11-15T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:43:50.987Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOFurA9p0iI/AAAAAAAAFT4/agjDAhOp8A4/s1600/hopkins-arthur-the-visitor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOFurA9p0iI/AAAAAAAAFT4/agjDAhOp8A4/s320/hopkins-arthur-the-visitor.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?startat=/getposter.asp&amp;amp;APNum=1364772&amp;amp;CID=8F6A1471320A49AE8759600E69D345EE&amp;amp;PPID=1&amp;amp;Search=visitors&amp;amp;f=t&amp;amp;FindID=0&amp;amp;P=1&amp;amp;PP=19&amp;amp;sortby=PD&amp;amp;c=c&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Allposters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Não vos esqueçais da hospitalidade, porque por ela alguns, sem o saberem, hospedaram anjos.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hebreus 13:2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Se vens para me ver, aparece quando quiseres. Se vens para ver a minha casa, telefona primeiro.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Li esta frase algures e achei o máximo! A nossa família gosta de praticar a hospitalidade. É algo que já nasceu connosco mas, sabendo que é da vontade de Deus que sejamos hospitaleiros, ainda sentimos uma alegria maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conheço algumas pessoas que muitas vezes não recebem pessoas em casa porque a casa não está limpa, está desarrumada, é pobre, mal decorada, etc. Quase todos nós, e em especial as mulheres, gostamos de receber bem, de apresentar uma casa bonita, arrumada e limpa. E eu não sou excepção. Mas as nossas casas têm vida. E tal como nós, uns dias estão com melhor cara e outros nem por isso. Por esta razão ou por aquela. Não importa. O que importa é que isso não nos deveria impedir de praticar a hospitalidade. Quando vamos a casa de alguém, ou quando recebemos alguém na nossa casa, o que importa são as pessoas, as vidas. E para estarmos uns com os outros não precisamos de uma casa arrumada e bem decorada. Precisamos de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11354371-7011313094029921481?l=larasobral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/feeds/7011313094029921481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11354371&amp;postID=7011313094029921481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7011313094029921481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11354371/posts/default/7011313094029921481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larasobral.blogspot.com/2010/11/allposters-nao-vos-esquecais-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGoZvRHWL_0/Ttvi7Gxl31I/AAAAAAAAF5M/6pL7-coCqTo/s220/Gisela%2527s%2BBirthday%2B084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVnJZcLYwAY/TOFurA9p0iI/AAAAAAAAFT4/agjDAhOp8A4/s72-c/hopkins-arthur-the-visitor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
