Friday, December 31, 2010

Glycerin For Lips Liquid Or Solid

Braco - Happy New Year Golden!

Das Symbol der Sonne wish I warmly BRACO, his family and his staff a happy new year.

Thank you for your unfailing love and your sincere sympathy!

all readers I wish a strong connection to the inner solar - with BRACO's sun!

disseminate May our blazing suns love, truth and peace - a golden ring in 2011!

The sun is in us - Sunce ever u nama!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Texturizer, Keratin Treatment

turn of the year - look back, view and ... on gardening books

occasion of the 350-year anniversary of the local public library have been published in 2010 in the local daily newspaper in an occasional series of stories around. This week was the title of "Indian Summer" by Adalbert Stifter topic of a contribution. This book is about me almost not read for ages. The other day I mentioned in an article that reading is the same plan. Since coming back in between other, supposedly more interesting or more interesting books that I have so far but still not read.

The above article was about the reading, rereading, writing and reading of duty and what is commonly to count. The author of the half-page report had as a young music student, a night-father, who personally met him for the personalized Baron Risach from the "Indian Summer". As a surprise he has planted the roses in the garden and he proudly read from the summer reading because of the "Doctor Faustus" and even "Indian Summer" were. The brief comment of the landlord culminated in the statement that this was without a doubt the most boring book he himself had ever read ...

Well, "drooling" for the reading of the "Indian Summer" has not made me this article. To me, to form their own opinions, I will probably have no other choice than to read the book itself. Maybe a New Year's resolution? Speak against my current reading - an English plant hunter novel and "Mr. Adamson" by Urs Widmer - as well as the tantalizing previews of spring titles in 2011, where I've discovered for myself many jewels. Thus, in Schöffling Verlag (finally) once again a book by Beverley Nichols reprinted and German-speaking audience made appear by Rosemary Harris English, the fourth garden Crime by Paula Holliday and almost simultaneously the first in the series in German ("The white garden "Thiele Verlag). I am also keen on the second mystery around the Show 2011 in Koblenz and look forward to a new fantasy series with the botanical background.

goes until further my reading material that is not sufficient and additional material for book ideas there are only too well. In this sense I wish all readers a Happy New Year and a healthy and prosperous 2011!

The sofa teacher


PS: By the way, at Jokers are currently several books that I have in recent months introduced here in the garden bed, as a discounted purchase copies defects significantly cheaper. As example would "The Tulip of evil" by Jörg Kastner (book and audio book), "In the prime of their grave" by Amy MacKinnon , "The Private Life of Ferns" by Beate Rygiert "or " As Tom got me the moon from the sky "by Silke Schütze . Or enter the keyword "Shrubs" a - "perennial fascination" by Christian Kress (Sarastro-bushes), is apparently also remitted.

No Disk Mod Sim 3 For Mac

Committed - Because poverty living next door!

Dear Readers

you may remember it:

In October, I read for a good cause. . For the table in Abensberg

me it was important to do something for others, that life is not at all sunny.
why I got the photographer Dieter Attenberger into the boat and we designed a lyrical pictures evening. Dieter supported my poems with his photographs and we were delighted to find visitors, and above all, of the proceeds, we donated a few weeks later on the board.

Driven by the joy and impressed by the commitment of the volunteers of the panels, I began to liaise with the issue more intensively. Nationally and locally.

For one, I told the magazine Ava on the situation of the panels in Germany and also the local "Rundschau" asked me to write again about something from a local perspective.

Thus it came about that in December I spent an afternoon on a blackboard in Abensberg and made me a picture of it, may look like poverty in Germany, and especially in my area. The hours there made me think.

The result can be with the kind permission of the editorial read the Observations: report in the Rundschau

fact is that poverty lives in Germany, virtually next door and really it is for us who have full refrigerators, enough clothing store in the cabinets and us time and again afford some nice things can be very easy to do something else so that it better. An afternoon for the food issue, or a few hours a month to collect food donations of food or a box of candy, so many things that tear us not really a hole in your pocket, are possible.
will therefore continue my commitment. I plan to present a new reading for the spring. This time Dieter Attenberger will be here with his photographs, and this time the proceeds will go to the boards in Abensberg and Neustadt.

way, I love those stories that move and touch them and perhaps they are the chance for those who stand in the shade and need help. And I would like to report more frequently on such projects. Because they are important.

Regards
Birgit Bauer



Monday, December 27, 2010

How To Masterbate With A Sink

Braco - 3 years with Braco


on Three years ago, 8 December 2007, I am Braco-giving views in Wettingen first met - a cause for reflection?

This experience was the seed for the birth of this personal blog about Braco ... It was accompanied by an inner revelation that the time of separation, the "for-itself-keep", of protecting, suspicion, is over. For me this was very unusual. So it was that I initially hidden behind a pseudonym and my experiences on the Internet publish ...

a few hours before a meeting with Braco on a Friday evening in Wettingen I felt at home a strong flow, coupled with the inner certainty that I am on this Friday evening by a member of Braco team blog would be addressed. .. and informed my husband. And so it came to Ida came to the meeting to me and asked if I was the maker of this blog ... They like to read it ... she said.

The combination with Braco is taking place in me a change which causes I feel my spiritual being more and more, and trust him more and more live from this source. My mind finds in the heart more and more rest and can really relax and recover - after so many years of effort, have to know everything better to do have quite distinguished, compare and evaluate need to ... he has the lead back to the heart more and more ...

It was time to stop me in the course of a need with the pseudonym and it feels consistent for me to stand with my secular name to what I write.

For me, and was the unseen world in some ways more real than ever the visible world, but in a very unconscious and confusing way, which is often expressed in a feeling of Truncated-being, of the foreign-feeling misunderstood and-being of people in work, friends and family.

led a difficult life in this 10 years ago to the fact that it felt as if a wrong projection of my own in a film was lost and I began to doubt my perception ... which probably meant that the so-called Awakening began.

Salvador Dali sagte mal: 'Eines Tages wird man offiziell zugeben müssen, dass das, was wir Wirklichkeit getauft haben, eine noch grössere Illusion ist als die Welt des Traumes.' "One day you will have to admit officially, that what we have baptized reality, an even greater Illusion than the world of dreams. "(Salvador Dali)

The change that causes Braco in me, always brings more worlds that were previously in opposition to each other ... the visible and the invisible , the material with the immaterial, the good with the evil, etc.

The partition, as he called Ivica it is transparent and permeable.


Braco connects me with the universal consciousness, the collective consciousness, with Maitri Bhavana or how well it will always give ... Only in this A consciousness listen to disunity, strife, stress and strife.

Being aware of what unites us Braco, there is only peace, freedom and a deep sense of connection. Knowing this, dissolve all bonds dogmas indoctrinated and socialized education. This awareness opens our eyes to look at the world from a different angle: with tolerance (tolerance) and acceptance - the basis of unconditional love.

Braco in Sedona, Arizona (Photo: Facebook Braco & Ivica Fan Warehouse)

Thank Braco, me that you can enter your world.
In your world I find my world
the world of all.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

How Long Do You Charge A Lumix Battery

Come you here, boy!

In recent days I have published the 1995 autobiography of Alan Bloom - read (1906 2005). This name is in the garden scene is still a term that has Alan Bloom (not to be confused with his son Adrian) but Bressingham Gardens established and grow in creating a large display garden, introduced more than 170 perennials, written numerous books and in last but not least "Hardy Perennial Society committed.

was the age of four months, Alan in a coma and the doctor had given up all hope. But the baby opened her eyes again and still had almost a hundred years of life ahead. The love of flowers was the boy was laid in the cradle, because her father had already moved on a field flowers and sold them on the market. As a child, Alan developed a penchant for perennials, which seemed more interesting than annuals. What could be more natural than to look after the school work in a nursery?

In the autobiography, the beginnings of professional life describes his brief marriage and how he, with his own three children and his then-life partner wanted Myrah and her daughter in Canada to build a new life, but failed completely. The reports of the week-long search for a suitable and affordable home, combined with hundreds of kilometers traveled are very impressive and in this age of real estate portals on the Internet hard to imagine. In any case, was the idea across the Atlantic, a center for horticultural imports from England set up in any fertile soil and the emigrants were forced to return home.

Other topics in easy to read read the flooding of the nursery, findings such as those that at the Chelsea Flower Show gold medal won no Guarantee of financial stability, Alan's passion for steam engines, new relationships and intimate insights into the development of the personality as well as the motives which have led to Alan Bloom has ventured as an older man to throw all caution to the wind and its to wear shoulder length hair.



Alan Bloom:
Come you here, boy!
Isis Publishing, 1995

Friday, December 24, 2010

Japanese Rape On Bus True?

The Advent journey Day 24! The final ...

Dear Readers!

What can I say? Now he is there, the last entry and when I think about it, I find it unfortunate that we are already at the destination. Not that I would not have the goal desired.
As I mentioned, I love this time and look forward each year as a little kid on Christmas and the mood, but it could go a little longer. It was so nice to you!

It is now time to take leave of his being a passenger, the idea finally unpacked suitcase and set aside for a moment. All that you and I you wrote this was spontaneous, came from life and was a snapshot. Just like that, therefore, written, as I was served by the quasi life.
I arrived, and give me the opportunity to point the quiet wonder, even though the weather still does not play along, so this day is special. Not because of the gifts of good food or good wishes, no, simply because it is THE day. The day of birth, the night of silence, if you allow it, has really a very special atmosphere.

I will start today at 17.00 clock with the celebrations. In our city around this time, many people gather in the square around a large Christmas tree, two music groups and a large Choir will sing and we will stand still for a moment to listen and enjoy.
the end, we are a chorus of "Oh you happy ..." strikes up and go over with a dull and sometimes clapping applause, depending on traffic glove, home. With joy and quiet thought.
Then Christmas and maybe we'll explore what they call "the mystery of Christmas," which years ago I was about to put into words and then even an award from the "interest of German authors" won:


mystery of Christmas by Birgit Bauer

Vanillevernebelte Fragrances awaken the child in me swirling,
snow flaky ideas through my mind.
I'll take himself in hand, to the child,
patrol through the city and allow me to enchant children's eyes.

wantonness we romp through the streets,
two spirits, I and I,
individually, yet firmly,
little girl and adult woman.

us rejoicing in bright lights, shiny beads,
rushing through the streets like the angels,
laugh with the twinkling stars in the sky nachtsamtenen,
while a snowman waving at us.

sweet gingerbread aroma tempts our palates,
hot chestnuts warm our hands.
enveloped us during the winter in his quiet night, sparkle sparkle
and we like little flames to race.

thoughts with confidence and warmth,
anticipation and hope, inspire me,
let me once again become the child
the once full of anticipation of the Christmas Eve waited.

Little girl, in search of the mystery of Christmas.
living child in me, full of joy and happiness. has
man carrying the peace on Christmas night in the heart
and finally found the secret in the candlelight.

It is the holy night.
time full of love and peace, the real gift.
A treasure that is worth to be kept very carefully.
most valuable asset which could give it to continue. To give away

to those who are still looking for the secret of Christmas.
Wrapped in the warmth of this one evening,
given away to those who are in the cold.
people who have lost faith in the peace almost.

I wish You all a Merry Christmas!
Regards
Birgit Bauer



text and images protected by copyright! Birgit Bauer

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Why Does Seimen Smell Like Fish

Merry Christmas! The Sunken Garden

Warm Christmas greetings from the sofa garden!

I wish all the readers from far and happy Christmas and perhaps under the Christmas tree is indeed a thing or interesting (Gardening) book ...

The sofa teacher

How Can I Get The Flem Out Of My Baby Throat

The Advent journey Day 23!

Dear readers,

currently is a full moon and at night goes out with his companion of frosty ice crystals made his rounds through the streets. He leaves the world a moment of peace and quiet so they can prepare for the day. I could sleep in the last few nights rather bad and haunted by the frost around. He outdoors I enjoy the warm room, the guy is too cold for me ... There were winter nights, some of which could not be more beautiful, they sparkled and shone and it was very quiet. It was the winter when I whispered a quiet winter song in his ear and when I crawled back into the warm bed, I slept better ... ...


winter night

glittering stars like diamonds in the sky,
are praying on a velvety cushion in dark blue.
I dance with the flakes through the darkness,
joking with winter being
through the soft darkness.
The moon is the light,
a spot that draws my spirit.
He is the light that shows me the way into the dream.
It is the winter night,
who sings in the choir with the east wind softly rustling her lullaby.
thoughts, frozen for the moment,
ideas solidified noted to crystals
down and sleep.
Icy me to breathe the winter to make
a break.
His breath gives me a dream,
be frosty guide me to cover.
Sleep, he tells me
take the rest of the world. los
passage for a moment.
Relax,
before you behold the first morning sunlight, seems
so warm the cold of the countryside
and shows you how life can be sparkling.

Birgit Bauer
text protected by copyright!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Yogurt Helps With Gerd

The Advent journey Day 22!

Ok, I'm running late today and I can say is that yesterday evening was wonderful.
I am very grateful for this love and what we have built ourselves. It is nice to have a man whom people know by my side, which I can trust and knows me best of all by all.

A dear friend, Alexandra Graßler attacked a month ago, the topic "gratitude" to .

A great thing, because they reminded their readers every day because much of what we lament so actually can be described as wailing at a high level and that we have many things for which we should sometimes just "thank you" say.
plan I was actually, as I was today mourning a woman in yogurt - had to bend, listen to just before the appetizers on the shelves
And I can really understand - South.! Really! It is not nice when one's own house no surgery - Clean and which gifts are too little and not five rich roast. That the favorite yogurt is not there and the cheese does not correspond to your requirements and the lemon has even a small spot. It is not really nice of colleagues to rob a minute and yet it is so nice by the chief to demand a statement. This is how it does not.
Yes, the world has problems. . Real problems

Actually, it's just one problem: Many laments the highest level and forgets what he has and that what requires a boss or a colleague would like or any other inquires, actually sweat the small stuff is.
Conversely, it is for me and for my girlfriend often just this small stuff that makes us be thankful for.

Today I am just grateful for my talents that are truly no small stuff for my house, the warm and Homey, is for the pure of my grandmother who told me today brought a considerable round tube pasta and for years have enriched my kitchen for my little, inherited collection of knitting needles, the smile of a dear neighbor, the compliment of a gentleman in the street, and much more. And I'm grateful that you read what comes to me so in the sense of Advent.

must be grateful to learn as many a contemporary of the first well again. Understand that sometimes it is only secondary, if the house has no surgical quality or gifts "only" to fill half the living room area and also that it is nice but a chief to have one calls sometimes, but who is, and shall pay the salary.

What are you grateful for today? By the way, in Alexandra you can inspire wonderful! Just as a tip! :-))

Advent Greetings
Birgit Bauer

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Is There Any Adapter For Praktica Len Mount

The Advent journey Day 21!

Today is a special day. We call it the day of the "Feel me".
Why? Quite simply, today to the day I am 24 years together with my sweetheart.

Yes, I admit, I married my childhood sweetheart and that was with the best decision of my life, the second best was the one to marry him, but that's another story.
24 years ago I met a guy from the dance school. It was holiday time and I wanted to buy a lipstick. On Saturday before we had arranged to meet and so it was that we put on a beautiful winter day by the city and he liked me better and better.
I sent "signals", well, what has been so with 15.5 years sends signals to it when a guy likes, but he seemed not to understand.
But if the winter has a really good thing, it is that of the fluffy glove, the woman so carries. I had very soft and fluffy gloves and when we left our favorite coffee shop and went out in the evening twilight, as I pulled the cuddly parts over and I had a plan.

If he did not come out of the dough, I had to just themselves do to keep the little hands and coming together. :-) We then went through the old town for a while and he did not notice how I adores him. Then came my bet, he realized that it was pretty cold. Oh, go! Really?

"That's true, that and I have very warm hands, I have that is really great gloves, feel Willste times?" This extended I gave him my hand out, he carefully put his cold fingers in my hand and I let him go again.
Since then gloves "Feel Me" and the 21 December is the day of the "Feel me" and one that we still celebrate. We got engaged on that day and kept him always with honor. He is just as important as our wedding day, who years later and was followed in the summer.

I Himmler him today and now he knows how to smile when I just do not leave out of sight and he noticed my gloves grin and said, "Feel me" when he walked with me hand in hand through the streets. Some one has already called us childish and ridiculous, because we are celebrating such a "surplus" day. But the day is not superfluous, it is the day that took us to each other with gloves on, and thus it is of importance and was won to love a thing in our lives. We are now in the evening enjoy a nice restaurant, we adore, being sentimental and romantic, and are pleased that we have.

begins today for us, Christmas and the winter and the next year with the "Feel Me ! And you know what? I am excited because I have the best heart leaf, there is!

Love greetings
Birgit Bauer

Monday, December 20, 2010

How To Make A Pinspot

The Advent journey Day 20!

Advent is a time for me to read. Not that I would otherwise never make it. On the contrary, I read a lot and be happy, but in Advent, it is always a special pleasure to me. I like the quiet in my house, everywhere there is warm and cozy, cookies on the table, the smell of freshly brewed tea or coffee, my Christmas ornament that I mentioned before 1 Advent has spread all over glitter, a little and the cat, now toddles Supermoppelchen the only lazy one place to another cuddle pillow, purring to do so.

Last year I read my way through the Christmas stories of Charles Dickens. I like to paint his lyrical and sometimes beautiful language and his way of pictures with words. An impressive body of work and I will certainly take it again and again in the hand ...

had this year I wanted something different from the Nicholas John Grisham. The author is well known for thrillers and more interesting novels like "The Jury", his first work. So exciting, in fact and rather serious Add. So to speak.

"The Celebration" is quite the opposite. Funny and lively, the author tells of the sick, Luther and Nora, her daughter Blair a few weeks before Christmas in Peru, travels to spend some kind of gap year. Sad overthrow the two is on the way home from the airport into a kind of food fight and Luther sullen and annoyed.
The accountant begins to list all expenditures from last year and comes on a handsome little sum and think further. What if Christmas would turn out? He could also use this little sum different. Luther makes a plan that convinces Nora and from that moment on, the two are alone. Very alone. For the rest of the world celebrates staged Christmas and surrenders to the collective Truthahnschmückrausch and to celebrate and donate. The patient did not. Yes they have a plan. And they stay. To exactly ... no, I do not say. Read for yourself!

It pays to this comedy is funny, made me laugh, amused me and prepared me very great pleasure. Grisham from the other side and one that I like very much. And so some people may find themselves, perhaps, in one of the people, even if the author has not determined the intended, but a little madness is just always there, at Christmas ... ? Or

Here are the details:
John Grisham, "The Celebration", ISBN: 978-3-453-40827-2 , Heyne Verlag, just under 208 pages, 12 €, bound;!

I great pleasure to read and something for real Christmas muffle

reading Hilarious greetings
Birgit Bauer

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Aspiration Phenomia Bulldogs



plays in this book, the garden, as I have already suggested when browsing, only a minor role. It's an important place, but is mentioned only in a few places, but it aptly been chosen as the cover image. But the novel is so exciting that I still want to introduce him.

The investment banker Lucy has left three years ago after the death of her young son her husband and family in California. She tries to start a new life in New York and to shed its past. It is in the midst of important negotiations as they learn of the sudden and unexpected death of her father. When she moves back to their home, it turns out that the police proceeds of a crime.

Lucy is not the only woman in her family who has lost a son in infancy. Her mother and her Russian Grandmother had to suffer the same fate. Lucy's mother suffered after the loss of her youngest child, a psychosis, from which it never recovered. In Lucy's family is nearby and there are several mysterious deaths which seem to suggest the police a link and in the course of the investigation more and more inconsistencies come to light.

votes Lucy's memories with real experiences in line or have their data as long as certain incidents and been told that they now deems this to be true? Driven by guilt feelings about her son, she is on their own inquiries and chapter by chapter is composed of the fragments - lies are exposed and long forgotten incidents turn out to be important details. To keep up

the voltage to the end of the book, you should refrain necessarily read already clinched the final!



Liz Rigbey: The Sunken Garden

Ullstein Verlag, 2005

Break Into Honeywell Safe

The Advent journey Day 19!

wish So, today YOUR TURN! They read for 18 days to travel through my Advent. Do some things that you like and some you do not like you. Maybe we share one or two thoughts. Who knows. Today I want to arrive a day with you, give me a comment? How do you spend

your 4th Advent?

What are you doing today? Are you planning on Christmas Eve? What was your best Christmas experience?
What makes your Christmas special?

I am curious and like to read from you.

Regards
Birgit Bauer

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Dragon Age Post Coronation

The Advent journey Day 18!

you see on the streets, one could assume that the latest outbreak on Monday a world crisis. I was standing in our small town on the main road in traffic. Before me in the car offered me a kid against the tongue, Dad was an older road users tapped as the bird, and Mama rushed around on their laptops.
few meters further two women were fighting like hyenas around a parking lot and rammed a mother of a others at the children's Christmas tree purchase carts in the calves, to get the coveted tree.

Hello? World? There is no dispute Make Konfliknachten or reducing aggression or supplies, it is Christmas. Holy night. sees a new life in the world.

world of ice,
lost in the noise,
silence passed unused.
souls, just before freezing,
angry rage against the air,
scare thick clouds of thought him.
anger word crunching under feet.
frantically ticking the Clock,
screams perfection loud
consumerism is about the world,
aggression is language.
A light is the message. creeps
Vivid and bright, yet still sounding
in being.
Etched from perfectionism,
deletes Oppulenz,
is the serenity a chance
gives the date the shine.
Represents new life and forget the message, which seems
.

Stay man and You!



human heart greetings
Birgit Bauer

Friday, December 17, 2010

What Lymph Nodes Swell When Infected By Hiv

The Advent journey Day 17!

This is Christmas with the existence of such a thing. Finally, you will enjoy your loved ones. do something good for others.

Efforts are therefore within their power to buy nice things. What is not so easy sometimes, just for my personal Christmas. It is actually trying to do but a little heavy with gifts.
why we decided very early that I send a wish list with multiple needs. Avoid unpleasant surprises and
enjoys the more all parties.
This has been proven over the years and I write However soon enough.

But what I did not know before, my jurisdiction Christmas is a scattered Christmas.
a situation that sometimes leads me to smile. As recently as the Christmas, trying really, a supplier contacted by telephone, to order a gift.
It went really well! I know that. For I also got a very brilliant confirmation email. I! Mind you.
Not that I would be curious, never, but could not help but read this mail. Finally, it was addressed to me.

I quickly realized
that as my Christmas scattered apparently a minor accident was undermined, in which it is used my account number. So I sent that confirmation with the statement that the desired item is unfortunately not available, on to the Christmas mailbox, which in turn generated some inquiries, I could only reply with a laugh and a shrug. Finally, I could not help it that I received an email about my account number and my address.

Now the Christmas is on guard. Careful now explains the "secret action gift" to the mission top priority, which makes me pretty fun for now I'm the Christmas on the trail and find it absolutely lovely and really cute, as now run the plans and what trouble the Christmas is to circumvent my email accounts and customer number successfully. And I am happy because it shows one thing: This Christmas is one that likes me already badly needs if it is so hard or not! And there may still be a little distracted ...

quietly grinning greetings
Birgit Bauer

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Free Club Nintendo Stars 2010

The Advent journey Day 16!

Currently, food is an issue for me.
As a housewife and a cook and as journalist.

In many people turn the table with all kinds of delicacies and delights, one could also maliciously claim that some people simply through the holidays eating
The end is already clear. Völlgefühl and delivered made pounds that make the jeans only close .

I admit, I like to eat. But I am a connoisseur and I feel it important to have good food on the table to have "life" just. Not just a little tip from the pack and warm up, but what you put there on the board, prepare, treat them with respect and care and what is then on the plate, also meet with respect.

a long time I try many products that can be found in my pantry to purchase in my area and to take on seasonal products into account.
What good is my asparagus in December or raspberries in the winter when they have eternally long ways behind and above all: Are they really necessary, or might it be different

reason, and also because I work for the Ava magazine to write an article on regional and seasonal delights, I worked intensively with these local products and the season. I read and read, inter alia, by "complete with cucumber" by Andreas Hoppe, "Tator-Komissar" and many magazines, journals, asking people about their preferences. What emerged?

Find more: My menu plan for Christmas and what I found out more on the subject, you can read
the way, there you can also sign up for free sample, just in case! ;-)

What I learned from my research is simple: we sit in our regions in true paradise provinces. Well, there is not everything and some things like Wine, cocoa or coffee has to redeem myself, but then contact with a Fair Trade label or from the health food store. And with a little creativity and care we can live more than good and delicious! Even without the foods that are half a world tour behind them before they land on the tables of the Republic.

looks like you plan the menu for Christmas? What do you bring to the table?

enjoyment greetings
Birgit Bauer

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Women Tweed Elbow Patched Jacket

sorrow, hope and radishes

Ten years after the founding of Israel Gerschonas father comes with a "completely new" grandfather and a green used cars, a Plymouth, from a six-month journey back to America the young Middle Eastern state. Gerschona had no idea until now that she has a grandfather and the Plymouth is the first car in the street, lives in what her family. The only child Gerschona has no friends, feels very lonely and ashamed, not least for his name. As a neighbor operating Gerschona children, against a round of car-sharing participate in his father's car parked at the facility of a common garden beds, they would like to take this opportunity necessarily.

Unfortunately the car will jump right on the specified day, not so that is Gerschona further excluded from the activities of their peers. The already anxious radish seeds they sow so in a flower pot, waiting impatiently for the first seed leaves. While the neighborhood children neglect soon the care for the care of the garden beds, Gerschona looks carefully after the pot on the windowsill. A retired ice cream stalk serves as a mini-shovel and poured, in small doses with the pipette of grandmas eye drops.

When, despite such good care nothing visible seems to stir the pot and there in the bed a few floors below begins to sprout, Gerschona doubts the justice of the world. In the midst of these emotions is the entry of a boy into the house next door, who seems to find the girl sympathetically.

The paperback will be sold off by the way now. I discovered it on Jokers catalog, in which it can be ordered reduced price.



Nava Semel:
sorrow, hope and radishes
Penguin Books, 2005

Are People Who Have The Same Birthdays Compatible

The Advent journey Day 15!

image Birgit Bauer, Wendelstein
Yesterday I was at a very exciting conversation. The aim was to develop a speech that stirs people. I was sort of muse, inspiration and driving force. We sat together for a while and there, where was first only a vague idea grew at once what was really important, the message that it was forward and was suddenly out of the vague idea of a round thing that certainly the people will achieve that is to achieve them.


Some more work is necessary to fine-tuning in the choice of words and points to get breath. But the idea is and we really enjoyed. It was just an impulse that everything in Transition began.


pulse

A small moment
a twinkle in time,
gentle and yet powerful.
energy flows through the being
the flame of the idea
ignites warm thoughts,
brings energy and inspiration.
small force, yet so powerful.
Stirring up thinking flows
awakens creativity.
Can dreams come to be desired,
Give a message of the sound transmitted
feelings
transported what is important.
creates space for desired reality
engine is to do something.
If a pulse.



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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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The Advent journey Day 14!

We are waiting for the Christ child. That is, wait for many. Others, I noted today, do not wait. You have no patience. Everything is always hectic, fast and has now to be there to answer or pushing for the release.
Sure, one or the other is surely more important and urgent can not wait, but really everything is urgent? I think not.

dates must now be agreed immediately, and in general, even if the project is not definite yet, but we shall already be open, because you can not wait.
projects are often from behind, instead of starting from scratch because you can not wait.

The consequences are manifold, the appointments that you have agreed to prematurely explode at the end because the project at the agreed time is still not completely and that which was started from the back shows at the front end of that one, because you did not look forward quasi thundered against the wall.
Everything had to be here and now and yet the rush, the pure impatience brought nothing.
And all because you could not wait. Because you do not want paused a moment and this lingered for a moment and thought anything done. Perhaps no consideration took pity on the circumstances that brings every bit of impatience with him.

really, for waiting, I'm learning, can be beautiful. If you simply do not constantly under pressure that, but things happen and just be. In common parlance we speak of sitting out. Some may sit out one. Not an easy thing and not always possible, I admit, here you have to decide.
But this waiting, or sitting it out is one thing that is worth learning and used to be, for so many projects is proceeding well, almost by itself, it can be only this one patient, consciously quiet moment ...

I'm waiting on, then, to your opinion and to the Christ child, and what else is still so! Best wishes Birgit Bauer

Monday, December 13, 2010

Make You Penise Wider

The Advent journey Day 13!

Before you know it, Advent is already half gone. Yesterday we had were, "Hump day" and thus a further 12 days. The editorial hangover way, is also quite exhausted and needs a Pause.

And because we have been through a lot, you are now tuned! Tell me and Mr Muzz from your previous experiences and advent of what has already happened to you.
Have you changed something? What are your Christmas plans? Can you expect?

Today, we are curious!
Who tells us something?
About the Advent ... and his journey?




curious and kind regards
Birgit Bauer


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Sunday, December 12, 2010

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The Advent journey Day 12!

Image: "Heart of Ice" by Dieter Attenberger

There are people who hide. They appear cold and heartless live according to plan and concept, are usually successful, and have but one day leave of feelings and warmth. They were very friendly. For them, humanity seems to be a mistake, it's not good to show emotions. They still work in their world of ice and create as much but are lonely because they appear aloof. With its ...





heart of ice

Full of life was your heart,
filled with feelings
and full of love.
Then came the ice
seduced you with glittering crystals,
took you by the hand
and carried up into his world.
world full of cold.
full of charming, lifeless things.
Your heart is made of ice.
Incapable the real feelings feel
give the world the warmth.
your soul's gone cold,
can not warm up,
because you froze them.
Your life is automatic.
Captured in a lump
cold feeling
whom you do not auftaust.
What happened to you,
have decided as you do,
close to your heart in the ice to hide
and
that you really are a normal person?

poetry by Birgit Bauer

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Health Problems From Blunts

high heels and boots

The student plans to Isabelle, to study in London life and work of the lesser known author Meredith Quince and looking for a home exchange partner via the Internet. The fashion-crazy Daisy in turn want to conquer the city of fashion. Soon all the important information exchanged by email and can begin the adventure - Isabelle goes to London for a year and after Daisy in the opposite way to Paris. The two young women share not only their houses. At the same time they are included in the respective Friends of the exchange partner.

For Daisy, Paris offers a virtually inexhaustible source of fashionable topics that they can eventually integrate into their blog. Isabelle learns by chance by a small group of older people, who meet regularly as members of the Quince-Society and hopes to a successful conclusion with the aid of their work.

ask yourself, is hiding out in the horticultural element of this reading? The nephew of the crime fiction writer Meredith Quince shall exercise the profession of a gardener. He knows not only delicious quince recipes, it also has been tightly by Isabelle's planned life of feeling rather confused.



Muriel Zagha:
high heels and boots
Manhattan (Goldmann), 2010

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The Advent journey Day 11!

time the name ... or ... just be childish!

As a child, I painted and glued for strength for the Christ child and gave me very much trouble. I collected brochures and cut out, discarded, pasted over it, glueing topsy-painted with beautiful colors. It was always exciting to put this note on the windowsill and the next day stated that it was because someone picked up.

Today I also have a Name submitted. Well, he is not as colorful and not so sticky, but it was a name. With a wish that I will not tell you but.
And quite honestly, I made it really fun. formulate first think about what you wish I could say, then that and then sending it, it was beautiful.

Call me now quiet childish. Never mind. On the contrary. I have retained my inner child and the little child's head and I'm proud of it. It feels good just to be a big kid again and get involved in something that looked as a child as a miracle and now perhaps understand a rational can. Sure starts a Christian child and buys what it can or a little angel in heaven workshop make. Nice as the idea would be so wonderful and he is immortalized in a Christmas book of my childhood.

Nevertheless, there is concern, for another, think of these people, gives him a moment. Take the time to do one wish him to formulate carefully and send him off with a smile. He usually brings the other that is also to smile. And in the end a person happy but as a child when the other the wish fulfilled.

It's fun, in between to give a little of the child's head and again for a moment his child. Something you should treat yourself more often also because of the smile, I think. ? And

Cordial greetings wish list
Birgit Bauer

Thursday, December 9, 2010

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The Advent journey Day 10! The Advent journey

I say just one word: snow.

We talk about lots of snow. But who am I telling this to the entire country is virtually "under snow. The winter wonderland is wonderful and when I was just out there to capture the morning mood in pictures, because now the sun rises and our neighborhood looks like a fairy tale village. The world whispers and I admit, however beautiful it is, it gave me this morning but then elicit a huge sigh: Again shoveling snow. So, I thought of my eye, the wegschippt these mountains. I'm spreading the daily service for small tasks such as grit and nachschippen if necessary.

addition: a special Christmas gift that was it today

We stood in our small, snowy courtyard groaned in chorus with the editorial cat that was based on only the tail and raised his head to locate and We somehow made to work.
Our problem now is that we clear away the snow can not do, because our land is small, but we have a lot of sidewalk to clear and our court still must remain accessible. So we shovel in the winter mountains. There, a bunch, because a heap. What our view from the kitchen window rather restrictive, because we see mountains. Snow mountains.

we So when were beginning to think about where we hinbugsieren the white splendor and devises a plan to organize ourselves a wheelbarrow to the vacant lot to turn it into a mountain landscape, a dear neighbor chugged a mini loaders therefore free and pushed towards the pavement.
We sighed again. Oh yes. Thus, a wheel loader ...

Before we knew it there was this nice little "toy" for us in service. Neighbor saw blades wrangle us and laughed, took one and came.
This is cooperation and mutual aid. Something that is increasingly rare and thus valuable, too.
He has now taken half an hour just for us and our snow mountains in front of the house time, we almost made a Christmas gift with a difference.
His time and his wheel loader and its power to us in a very short time a free court and a clean sidewalk and created a snowy landscape over. And a clear view from the kitchen window.

What a luxury in those days and I am delighted with the gift to others is perhaps a "little thing". For me it is not. After all, who divides his time and even helps just once? That does not happen so often and so this willingness is still worth more than you think, and an inspiration to look again more for the others unfortunately. Maybe someone still needs help and you can really move someone's world with half an hour?

My neighbor with the loader at any rate, today was the help and inspiration in equal and who is now too late in his business comes to whom I send a big THANK YOU!

Joyous Greetings
Birgit

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Day 9! The Advent journey

Today is a day that really speaks for the winter. Cold, clear and turns in the play to light and dark. A day that is perfect for new ideas, because he is quiet. A winter day!

piece of cloud in the sky,
duet with sun rays.
hectic as desired over the gray,
enlightened by the power of the sun.
Brilliant and bright,
against dark and gray.
Stone cold day
clear air, barren ice world.
time for thought.
moments suffuse my being, let me
relaxed look at the time.
allow a moment of silence,
allow me the reflection.
snow flakes are reminiscent thanks Close Flushing,
breaks that
clouded my vision,
shows what was.
Broken sky tip.
light beam as a guide.
look at what is coming.
knowledge, feelings,
decisions.
thoughts.
Quiet whisper to create.
On a winter day.

Birgit Bauer 12/2010

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Automatic Door Closer Hinge

No, the other Martha!

Martha Smith began after a disease-related surgery with gardeners. The experience they gained from their favorite activity, including the tying of selfish time for yourself (and of course for the garden), the generous giving of bouquets and distribute the sincere praise of garden beginners. Her experiences on the path to this knowledge, she has published in the book "Beds I Have Known."

capital headings such as "Canna Lily kill ya?", "Do not bug me" or "Flower shows are not for wimps" probably have so many interested in literature gardener's heart beat a little faster.

interludes with the question of whether Demi Moore probably depending on all fours, crawling in the garden manure spread and a reference to a garden with no room for despair, because everyone there so that is employing to create something beautiful is that reading about filled with the joy of the beginning of a garden tool collection. This is compared with the sensations of a four-year-olds receiving their first precious jewel. Elsewhere, the sometimes sad or grieving gardener pointed out that even the death of Rose's favorite in no way justifies it to show up at the next garden party with a black armband and that the repeatedly raised Sentence "help yourself" the nice neighbor next door is not a license, at night its award-winning dahlias and dig in your garden to plant.

relates the title of this blog entry, incidentally, to a chapter in which the author tells how she feels about to be mistaken again and again with the Martha Stewart.



Martha Smith:
Beds I Have Known - Confessions of a passionate amateur gardener
Moyer Bell, 1997

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Tag 8

Welcome to the 8th Day of Advent - The Christmas nasty virus

Sometimes I wonder why one or the other is just the right Christmas argumentative. It is exciting to see that place precisely in the by many as "quiet" time designated, sensitivities their way out. At work, in dialogue with each other, to butcher counters and bakeries, shops, across the aggression fire smolders for many first in secret, before it breaks out when the last sausage corner or the last Teddy one is snapped up in his face.

pity, because the Year comes to an end and you should look yourself about what is happening during the whole time good, relax, enjoy. Therefore, I thought the Advent would be there too. Or?

Instead of looking forward and also to relax even tears, holes on it, sprinkled with relish salt in wounds and other like to make life difficult. It is time to talk about the nasty Christmas virus that I have encountered in recent days over again.
Because Advent is not only the time of peace, charm and reflection, it is also the time of the foul mood of panic attacks, stress attacks and a Abreagierungsaktionen the time that most do not really bring anything.

It appears from the hustle and bustle to lie, from which leave many attacked because to trump even a present for Mausi, a present for Schubsi and a gift to be concerned at Tine needs and the other has and since one simply wants to proffer a perfect Christmas dinner and the supplier does not come from the clay. Add to that the due-cleaning, the planning of all visits, a new outfit and more. Panic in the neck and extremely bad mood are then often inevitable.
stress homemade. I think. And completely unnecessary.
Since cherished sensibilities who would not be necessary since the advent bad mood is often omitted in other and instead of remaining objective, hands out one. After that? If you relax for a moment, the other extremely tense and what hats made? Nothing! Because it was just a quickie.
A fast number that brings only further consequences, but which you only noticed later. Namely, when the panic has subsided and we even arrived in the new year and suddenly realizes that one or another failed New Year's greeting is more than sparingly.

The diagnosis: the nasty virus has a Christmas hit in full. Came in loose, small, and dripping with toxic green wobbled the part, therefore, jumped on to the busy train and distributed generously dust scattered his panic, aggression dripping pills and bruises and one was already in the middle. Located in the intoxication of distribution of a bad mood.

It would be so simple: A little reduction in the gifts and menu front, less drama in terms of perfection, a little relaxation for your own little soul and a little reflection and rest would come across a small miracle. Namely, that we talk to each other again and not try to infect each other with nasty Christmas virus.

Advent ! Quiet, stress-free and exactly what its definition is telling us would be:
The Staade time

Peaceful greetings
Birgit Bauer

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

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The Advent Journeys Tag 7

few days ago I wrote about snow. Lots of snow. And more snow.
The crowd came was so great that many homeowners were impostors to. . Impostors to snow
Then yesterday the rains came and turned the loose white in muddy -. Wet heavyweight

More Trees around buckled because the heavy load could no longer sustain it passed through accidents on the roads, as then the rain came to the yesterday afternoon from the sky ripples were at risk, supermarkets and warehouses, because the sustainability of the roofs do not designed in such a weight load was.

The fire services and many voluntary helpers from other aid agencies had to get out.

sank the first area in the snow, then somehow in the water. An application followed the next alarm. What we have welcomed as a winter white beauty has been a problem for many.

Therefore, since we actually on Sunday the day of volunteering, I would like today to thank all the volunteer fire men and fire fighters that put yesterday snow mountains, shoveling roofs free, free clear storm drains and allow the flow of melt water and cars and trucks out of awkward situations liberated.
Similarly, the helper from the Red Cross and other relief organizations to ensure that we, if we get into unfortunate situations, get help.

because they are there are accessible. And that's a big thank advent worth, I think!
Advent Greetings
Birgit Bauer

Monday, December 6, 2010

Pressure Point, Fall Asleep

The Advent Journeys Tag 6

Today is St. Nicholas Day!
the day, pull on the journeymen in the evening through the dark streets, the companion of St. Nicholas, actually a bright, sunny and kind man is and was. The dodgy characters are unknown to us as Krampus and sometimes a little naughty with her tail.

The St. Nicholas was always very exciting for me. For when the holy man came, this was a first, real harbinger of Christmas. There was always a small plate offerings, nuts, Oranges, gingerbread, a small gift was sometimes too. For me it was always socks or gloves.

We received a "small" were always surprised, excited and terrified when it rattled at the door, rattled and deafened. In the evening, when everything was quiet, came the St. Nicholas, and had this golden book in which everything was what we had done during the year.
How did he know that was often a mystery to us and yes, as a child believes you're just in Santa Claus, Christmas and the time before Christmas is a wonderful time full of secrets.

I came to the Mystery in the age of about 5 or 6 years on the track. A friend had told me then that she knew that St. Nicholas would be appointed by the parents and that they would be responsible for what you get and what the Nicholas of such a know. And this Christmas, decorating the tree, not that makes the mom and the parents buy the presents.

disappointed I was and I did not like this idea really. You disenchanted everything put everything into question. How mean!

But, curious and bold as I was and am, I decided to come, the mystery of Santa Claus on the track. My Plan was simple. The fine gentleman who would come in the evening, a closer look, even if I felt it a little afraid

the evening, I built just a straw star, it was time. A journeyman with a hilarious dark jacket, which shimmered golden fur and margins had a bad Tyrolean hat stand with a red patch of color on it and smeared with black face from me.
I was shaking like a leaf, but was brave. For me the guy was really more than familiar.
He talked me into the "conscience" and I said good on my poem, my gift was received politely and said goodbye and with a Grumeln in the abdomen.

The voice? How do I know her? And the hat, I realized it was old hat work of my father, getting sprayed with a red splash, as he repaired a scratch on his car. The jacket I did not know, but the rubber boots and jeans of the fine Mr. Nicholas, who had called the Krampus, because I was such a "bad girl" was, I could assign a neighbor.
long story short, I unmasked the rascal when he called and I answered the phone shortly

And when I was with my new socks and a belly full. Marzipan was in bed, my comment was to my mother, "Uncle E. was not a good camera!"
Then I fell asleep, with new knowledge, but the magic of Advent, I did not let me take. I've always kept in the heart and schmunzle today about some "unmasking" later.

is the fascination, joy, and I also am in the heart but still the little girl lousy when it comes to Christmas and the is beautiful.

Are you still in the child a little rascals?

Nicholas greetings
Birgit Bauer

Sunday, December 5, 2010

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The Advent Journeys Tag 5


Advent

The light of a candle
I give you.
It radiates with light and heat.
mysterious luster
resides in a small flame.
glimmer of the time of the year,
in which the day hinwendet the night.
Autumn sweeping the streets,
blows away the ghosts of past lives.
serenity and peace.
Enveloped the world in a blanket,
sleep so that they can.
Can move in silence and contemplation,
that magical sparkle that announce
which ends the annual cycle.
Look into the flame,
feel her warmth,
the frosty night spirits, sells
warms the heart and illuminates the darkness.
It is
Advent

Birgit Bauer