Spot The Hazard In The Kitchen Worksheet

you do not expect

H or discovered to have a green thumb. I noticed this morning in the breakfast: a greenish stain dall'attaccatura part of the finger and ends up on the nail. I tried to remove it, lavandomi with dishwashing liquid, but to no avail. I also tried with Vim: nothing. The stain is like grabbed my finger, I entered the skin, in the flesh. It's in my blood. There was to be expected: Mom has always been the florist, these things are hereditary. I wonder why he did live alone now, at twenty-six played. It will be that very day, July 31, at ten o'clock, Mom has officially started work for the new store on the square. Strange
the cycles of life. That was his first shop, the one where it started. He sold dried flowers, were fashionable in those days. It was the first here in the area to make certain stylistic acrobatics with artificial flowers, dried and true. After ten years he sold the shop, she took another. Then he moved again, to work as an employee, then again, in bulk. A sort of meteor. Finally it turns out the owner of its first store decided to sell. And here is that Mom, who with a coupe de Teatre not bad, from day to day to say that I am back to square, to his old shop. Mamma two: the return .


said that, tomorrow morning - read: tonight - I leave for the sea in the company of half a feverish girlfriend. I do not see a sandy beach for six years or so, but this summer I finished my exams, there is a small prize. Mica two weeks, believe that only three nights, time to get wet your feet and burned his back making a sand castle, for which we specially bought bucket, shovel and rake. E mica in Calabria and Sardinia, who believe, ranging in Bibione, that if you're not careful I'll also crippled in the Word trillion. But more than that I do not ask. What counts, after all, is the company, and get away a couple of days.
So, I went to say goodbye before leaving, but above all to give you an appointment. Next week, on this blog comes a new miniseries in installments :

Seal Beach from

(float Beach )

For Fan float , an event not to be missed. For those who do not know what I'm talking about, well, it's time to get a (low *) culture.

Do not miss it!

Kapla

* I am referring to the fact that here and there, reading your posts, I found all sorts of grammatical errors. I apologize to the reader, but the conditions in which I wrote did not allow me to do better. (It will be released soon for download a collection of the series, revised and updated, with hints of the author.)

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The emphasis should think carefully before you start

V the you ever wondered why bother at all so give underline a book with a pen? Nobody makes trouble using a pencil, or even the crayons, and the official excuse is that the crayon or pencil are less intrusive, more sedate, do not stain, and a pencil you can always cancel without a trace. False, false, false! The track is, you know! Then I ask, then there is this big difference? Because the poor are denigrated and rejected Bic? Because the fantastic Stabilo pens, all colors, are seen in malomodo?
I know people that only emphasizes the pencil for fear of ruining the book, but then go to peep through the pages and discover that they, more than a quiet emphasis, is a kind of dry etching of the paper. You'd think that these people are convinced in their hearts, that the pencil does not actually have been invented to leave a trace of its own, but to bring out the hidden layer of pencil under the paper .*
You can almost reconstruct the process which are subject to the disintegration of pencil and book in the course of the study. The beginning is almost clean: the sheet is cut with precision, the pencil is used like a scalpel, the tip is still thin, pungent. A few pages later, the line is already more calcium, it widens a little, it darkens. It then widens again, widens, grows ever more, two or three millimeters, now the track is spatula cement begins to obscure the paper, half the book no longer understands what the line drawn by the pencil and the line of print, the paper is shredded, the pages crackle like unleavened bread, cry mercy ... Ah! The book, poor guy, does not close even more if it stays there, awkwardly and crumpled, as a daily read too many times.
But those who emphasize only a pencil, I said, it does not ruin the book.
And to make matters worse, those who emphasize in this way rarely use the ruler, and when he does is so impetuous move the pencil in the latter at the end of each line loses patience, and despite slipping down: it comes a comings and goings of curved lines, broken, arabesques and curlicues that give the first page already seasick.
Then there are those - including myself - who for one reason or another they have is a ruler of seven and a half inches, and in the middle row are forced to slide to try to continue the emphasis without breaking the line , because otherwise it's ugly. But to emphasize a page so it takes twice as long, so it is obvious that if I had a ruler at this longer than I would have graduated.

Then they say that the measures do not count.

Notes: * In
fund does not have a point: the first notebooks were wax tablets that were inscribed with a tip. Perhaps these people are not fools: they just taste a bit 'too retro.

Do Girdles Really Work

There are days that the grammar is not your thing and then if you write something out full of grammatical errors, and then you'd better not write that's all. It's those days that you feel as if the Italian is not your language, and you wonder to yourself if by chance you've been stupid when you fell from the chute that day six years, you had done a bad time that you remember even now, and think that maybe if there were to rise on the slide were now more intelligent and we had a degree in medicine and the beautiful machine in the garage.

There are days however, days that some people captain too often, in which the use of commas and of engraved - language tools recently and badly exploited, although an appropriate use, as many authors point out, can do the difference between written and enjoyable writings, so to speak, of little literary value - takes your hand and leads you to build excessive periods and twisted enough to give the modern reader, used by cinema and literature of mass plain language and made immediate short term, the impression she had forgotten at the end of sentence - or even already in the middle, particularly in cases of players inattentive or poorly trained - the beginning of it and whatever its subject. On days like these, despite the efforts of the writer - who, believing herself particularly inspired that day, would like to take advantage of the opportune moment to leave behind the block that prevents him too long to write something good - the practice of writing is allowed , and in some ways a duty toward the reader, to prefer an outing with friends.

Then other days you are almost natural to write the way you talk, that is, use the catch all those typical when you talk, how, but yes, that is, in practice, say, practically, and so on. And at first it seems that something like that sounds good, is modern, let's say it's very cool bloggher bear much Jack Frusciante. Yes, but the truth is, you know, it's very bloggher pippaiolo sixteen. And let's go, Brizzi did not yet know when he did write Jack Frusciante, come on. I mean I do with literature, you think. But the thing, the girl, violent Placida or her name, she was a beautiful chick in the movie, there is little to say.

There are days and days just to write just to think, to go out day after day to study. The important thing is to wake up and understand just what kind of day will be, so you avoid making a bad impression.
Today, for example, was a perfect day for sleeping, but I understood too late.