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About pets, about Love...
 Once I heard a talk among my kids, they were talking about their will of having a dog. My girl Adriana spoke her mind and said they could have one when they were married. But a crazy woman like me was very scared of any kind of pets which, probably, would bring all types of bugs, diseases and dirtiness for her lovely and healthy kids. When “my babies” grew a little, I finally gave in to their so strong desire and we got a dog, a female. Luana was their first and only dog. However children always have a lot of things to do and the poor animal was left in my care. Please, don’t worry, I learnt to love it. Well, it was about twenty-four years ago.
Nowadays my husband and I are at home by ourselves and we have a little creature which is our adorable companion. We have our daily routine and Pequetita, our pet, plays an important role in our lives. Every morning, the moment I get up, I start my day feeding my pet firstly. It’s a pleasure watching Pequetita yawn and stretch after leaving her doghouse. Immediately it starts to frisk and we go to the kitchen where its food bowl is.
Pequetita is a small dog and I usually say it is a Pincher, but it really isn’t. Although Pequetita is the most beautiful and sweetest pet I have ever seen, it is a mongrel( mutt?), a mixed breed dog. But… let’s follow “our” routine, after feeding it , I make my usual question “Where is “dear”? And as if it understands what I say, my pet runs towards my bedroom to find my hubbie sleeping. Its paws make a distinctive noise on the wood floor and a drowsy daddy says “We have to take you to the manicurist, don’t we?” hahaha My hubbie gets up and Pequetita frisks around him happily.
Later I go to my computer room. A flight of steps leads up to the top floor and my bouncy dog is the first one to get there. Like all dogs it hears very well and it notices everytime I go to the top floor and its favourite place, below the computer is there waiting for it. When I turn off the PC, it knows it’s time to leave its cozy spot. What a smart doggie!
I’m very very talkative and Pequetita is my most patient listener, it notices I’m just talking to it, because I change my voice and treat my pet like a baby. I call it “Quelida”, I mean querida, a Portuguese word for darling and my hubbie is “Quelido” = querido that means dear. I’m Pequetita’s mamãe, its mom.
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About Cats...
 The family of my youngest daughter’s fiancé, Maurício, loves cats. His parents have six cats at home, Star, Roni, Mateo, Peteco, Clone… My God. I can’t remember the name of the last one! The cats live under the wing of the whole family. Each one has its own food bowl and its own warm bed, and each one likes a special food, being pleased by Mrs Marli promptly. For example, one of them loves tunnies(tunas), other only eat special cat food, another one doesn’t live without meat. The cats chose their favourite person so Roni loves Maurício and Maurício loves Roni. Peteco is the cat of Dr. Marília, Maurício’s eldest sister. When Marília is in, Peteco is almost always close to her. It brushes her legs everytime she walks by.
The cats have lived there since they were kittens and they are loved and pampered all the time. It’s nice to watch them licking their paws… stretching… I took many photos of them. I took a photo of Mr. Maurício(Senior) playing with Roni. It stretched on the rug, rolled on to its back; it seemed to me that Roni was showing off.
How adorable the cats are when they purr! But if a cat ruffled its fur, I left it alone immediately, I’m very scared of unknown animals even the domestic ones.
Have you any idea what its breed is? Well, the cats aren’t pure-bred; however they are the kings in the family Cavalieri D’Oro.
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Animal Traffic: And we are said to be developed race….
 * In my childhood it was quite usual keeping wild birds at home as pets. We had a parrot that learnt to sing the first words of Elvis Presley’s Tutti Frutti, the single I used to listen to continuously. It was very interesting… but poor animal! In my family, nobody’s interest had been roused by the environmental problems yet. It was about half century ago and I guess neither in the whole world there was anybody involved in environmental issues. Nowadays it is quite different, thank God.
I love birds, but I love seeing them free. I hate cages and any kind of devices made to deprive the innocent creatures of their freedom. I love admiring the flight of flock of noisy maritacas, showing their green colour against the blue of the sky. It’s priceless! And there are also toucans, parakeets,macaws, jandaias, maracanãs and parrots. My God! All of them are at the mercy of the animal traffic. The men who climb the trees to pick up unfeathered bird babies from its cozy nests are ignorant people, simpletons, whom the greedy people (the traffickers) are taking advantages of. The traffickers are the ones who really make money selling the poor chicks.
Last week the Brazilian police seized a great amount of birds babies that would be sold. Watching those hundreds of unfeathered chicks, with its open small beaks as if they were calling their moms broke my heart. They were so fragile and most of them didn’t survive. People who buy exotic birds should see how the babies suffer, they are packed in cardboard boxes by unscrupulous people seeking to make money easily.
But… I wonder who keeps wild birds at home? Who buys tickets to watch trained wild animals? Who really supports the animal traffic?
We, the human beings, are destroying our world. We are killing the only true precious gift we have: our natural environment. And we are said to be developed race…. * Photos from: httpwww.interjornal.com.brfotos5820496m.jpg http://www2.fozdoiguacu.pr.gov.br/Portal/Noticias/VisualizaAnexos.aspx?ID=8764 http://www.passeiweb.com/saiba_mais/atualidades/1203352945 http://www.atarde.com.br/arquivos/2008/02/25312.jpg http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Rio/foto/0,,11308637-EX,00.jpg
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About Shopping And Men
Shopping is a pastime for me. Unlike most people I really have a good time when I’m shopping. I love buying everything no matter who will be gifted. Once my granddaughter said that her granny was always longing to buy something for her, even a petty little one. What a smart girl! At that time she was only three years old.
Strolling along the aisles in the supermarket, pushing the cart of goods is very relaxing. Besides that, it is the place where I usually run into many acquaintances. So we can exchange smiles, laugh, chat and even gossip. And about my hubbie? Would you like to know what his rule is on it? Well, he has a hard job – choosing the vegetables and fruits (I hate doing it) and he takes his task to heart.
Last Sunday, after having lunch at the self-service restaurant of our favourite supermarket, we got to shop and soon we filled our carts; I was in a hurry because my computer was “waiting for me” at home. Poor me! First the goods had to be stored. Thank God, my husband helped me readily as always. He showed me the beautiful caquis he had bought. Really wonderful! They were the big ones, red! How delicious they may be”, I said. “Yeah! They are already ripe”, he commented.
The following Monday morning, in my bedroom, I heard José calling me from the kitchen:
_”Honeyyyy, I’m just like Silvio (a friend of us) hehehe. I made a funny mistake. I took tomatoes for caquis. So we have big red tomatoes for lunch… On second thought it isn’t the caqui harvest season. I should be more careful, more attentive.”
Men are all the same, they just have different addresses.
 
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July 2008
I thought I would spend my holiday in July being only a couch potato. What a great mistake! The end of June brought me hard days and the worst of it was that they came with a big worry. On a Monday, my daughter called me complaining of an extreme body pain. My husband and I went to Belo Horizonte city to support her. Adriana has already asked help to her aunt who lives there. My sister Silvana is always ready to help everyone in need, and her relatives are always in need. lol She is a constant presence in our lives, either in health or in sickness, either in gladness or in sadness.
Adriana had to see a doctor and he kept her in hospital for three days. Besides the strong pain, the most alarming symptom was her level of white blood cells that was low. Doctors suspected she was suffering from Dengue Fever. The hemorrhage Dengue is a mortal disease most of the time and we, Adriana’s family, were very very worried.
The doctors of “Madre Tereza Hospital”, in Belo Horizonte city, are very thoughtful and competent, they treated my daughter very well; one of them is Dr. Carlos Humberto Ganem, a great friend of us. Beto, as he is called fondly by all the family, is one of my sister Silvana’s brothers-in-law. My family and I are very grateful to him and Nicinha, his wife, who did their best to help us.
In the weekend Adriana was allowed to go home, but the doctors ordered her to bed because she needed to recover. The week after she kept doing blood tests and her body still hurt. The result of the first blood test bore out what the doctors said, she was suffering from Dengue. Thank God the Dengue wasn’t the hemorrhage ones. So I was wrapped up in my daughter’s illness for about fifteen days. My husband also did blood tests and had an appointment with his doctor. Thank God (I should be on my knees for all my life) my husband is very well and he has to see the doctor again in October.
The second fortnight of July, my husband and I could enjoy our “favourite sport”. I mean “stay in” to watch TV, to surf on Internet and to read. José has been studying French tirelessly. We even went to know “Les Petit Chanteurs De Lyon” – The Little Singers of Lyon – a French choir that was in my town. They are really superb.
Fortunately I came across an interesting magazine in a doctor’s waiting- room and I read about “Le Tour De France”- The Tour of France. What a catchy event! It was very pleasant to watch the famous Cycling competition and enjoy the beauty of the French countryside. I guess everybody knows what “Le Tour De France” is. There are 21 stages and each one is in a different region of France. There are hilly tracks and I was amazed at the Alps. The last stage was on Sunday, July, 27, and then the cyclists reached Paris. I could see the bird’s- eye-view of the city that helicopters cameras were capturing. The cyclists ran on the streets of Paris and the tv5Monde channel showed everything. Wonderful!
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I suppose the first thing most Brazilians notice about foreign white women is their soft fair skin, mainly nowadays when everyone is alert to the danger of the bad effect on their health caused by the excessive exposure to sun’s rays. (I particularly have never liked sunbathing and I love healthy skin).
This week I saw the photos of beautiful women portrayed by a Canadian Blogger friend. I was visiting his “flickr” when I found the photos he took in the “CheeseCake Burlesque picnic” at Beacon Hill Park, Victoria – Canada, in some sunny days of July. It was photos of fair-skinned ladies in fancy dresses. Their skin seemed so soft as a baby’s one. What I also liked about the ladies was the way they looked good-humoured. Their poses, under the photographer’s lens, gave away how happy and relaxed they were. It is worthwhile taking a look.  CheeseCake Burlesque picnic by LikeBlue
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My First Hero
Beyond doubt my first hero was my father. I admired him because he was very strong-willed, a hard worker and very energetic. But he was also a controversial person and he was a * “bandit” in my eyes for a long time, because I thought he was always against me. So I loved and admired him and at the same time I hated him. I think this duality is faced by every teenager. (I was a terrible one).
Nowadays I feel regrets for not accepting my father as he was and I try to remember only his best marked characteristics. Now I’m quite clear about him, he was protecting me, when he disagreed with me.
* Bandit is a very strong word, but I don’t know a better word(in English) to express what I felt.  The Best Holidays Of My Life
There are unforgettable moments of my life which are deeply recorded in my heart, they are good memories of good times from a distant past. I like remembering one particularly, the first time I went to Rio de Janeiro city. I was a young bride-to-be and I travelled by train with my mother, my sisters and…. my future husband. Although my mother was very afraid of my father and kept an eye on us, José and I had an explendid time there. It happened thirty-nine years ago in the sixties.
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