<?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-6309672901934568283</id><updated>2011-09-28T23:55:39.993+01:00</updated><category term='Agradecimentos'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Loja'/><category term='Ballet'/><category term='Televisão'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Bem Estar'/><category term='Teatro'/><category term='Escola'/><category term='Fim-de-Semana'/><category term='Vídeos'/><category term='Inês'/><category term='Rita e Inês'/><category term='Férias'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Política'/><category term='Eu'/><category term='Compras'/><category term='Rita'/><title type='text'>Opiniões à parte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8061677153111166771</id><published>2011-06-20T14:29:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:53:48.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheirinho a Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_k2FiFucjI/Tf9QmUPPgnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WbCvtt6l5yo/s1600/DSCF4454.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_k2FiFucjI/Tf9QmUPPgnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WbCvtt6l5yo/s400/DSCF4454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299479179559538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfuVbTfUeKA/Tf9OzrEXSqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/lq2y_npB3is/s1600/DSCF4474.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfuVbTfUeKA/Tf9OzrEXSqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/lq2y_npB3is/s400/DSCF4474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620297509622991522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim,... depois dos testes, depois das notas, chegados à última semana de aulas, uma tarde muito bem passada a correr, saltar, rir e a desejar prolongar a tarde até não poder mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6309672901934568283-8061677153111166771?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8061677153111166771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8061677153111166771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8061677153111166771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8061677153111166771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2011/06/cheirinho-ferias.html' title='Cheirinho a Férias'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_k2FiFucjI/Tf9QmUPPgnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WbCvtt6l5yo/s72-c/DSCF4454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6467089772716347825</id><published>2011-04-09T19:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:57:54.899+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Leitura de Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pronto! O livro para a Inês ler nas férias já está escolhido, por ela, claro. Ainda a tentei influenciar pela "Gémeas no Colégio de Sta. Clara", mas ela não foi em cantigas. Agora que olho bem para ele até acho que foi bem escolhido, tendo em conta o tamanho das letras e a quantidade de imagens usadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.presenca.pt/images//products/Liv60320002_f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.presenca.pt/images//products/Liv60320002_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6467089772716347825?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6467089772716347825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6467089772716347825' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6467089772716347825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6467089772716347825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2011/04/leitura-de-ferias.html' title='Leitura de Férias'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4561092366629552961</id><published>2011-04-08T21:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:08:16.276+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Inês</title><content type='html'>Bem sei que a Inês só está no 1º ano e por conseguinte no 2º período, no entanto fiquei muito orgulhosa quando ela trouxe para casa os testes  com excelentes resultados. É que ao longo deste trimestre foram várias as dúvidas que me assombraram como exigência a mais da professora, a minha própria exigência Vs a idade dela e o fato de andar só no 1º ano e já resolver problemas, raciocínio matemático, ler e escrever, responder a perguntas completas de um texto, identificar frases interrogativas, exclamativas entre outras coisas mais.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Provavelmente continuarei com as mesmas dúvidas e enquanto a Inês responder positivamente a este nível de aprendizagem, no mínimo, só posso ficar orgulhosa do seu mérito. Para comemorar já combinamos uma ida à pastelaria para saborearmos um mega e hiper gelado (se o tempo deixar, claro).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-4561092366629552961?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4561092366629552961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4561092366629552961' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4561092366629552961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4561092366629552961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2011/04/parabens-ines.html' title='Parabéns Inês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7131086688818563300</id><published>2011-04-05T19:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:31:50.218+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Lufa Lufa do Dia-a-dia</title><content type='html'>Dar 2 banhos, secar cabelos, vesti-las (pelo menos a 1) fazer e dar o jantar, ouvir as gritarias que traduzidas dizem: "tenho fome, quero comer"!!! A seguir brincar e ainda adormece-las, não é tarefa fácil. É um desafio e dos grandes. Fazê-lo todos os dias passa de desafio a dores nas costas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7131086688818563300?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7131086688818563300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7131086688818563300' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7131086688818563300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7131086688818563300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2011/04/lufa-lufa-do-dia-dia.html' title='Lufa Lufa do Dia-a-dia'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8216937847242168623</id><published>2011-03-16T17:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:50:20.959Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compras'/><title type='text'>Concertação de Preços</title><content type='html'>Que se diga que as gasolineiras combinam os preços para desta forma todas ficarem  a ganhar e que o "Povinho" refile, conteste, fale, fale, fale e torne a falar já não é novidade para ninguém. &lt;div&gt;Mas quando olhamos para uma bancada de fruta de um hipermercado, Continente mas podia ser Pingo Doce, e vemos o preço igual para a maçã Gold, maçã Royal, maçã Bravo Esmofe ou da pêra Rocha e outras, algo se passa de idêntico com a fruta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia destes, independentemente do produto  pagaremos um preço único, tanto faz se trouxermos legumes, vinho ou peixe. Pagamos e mais nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8216937847242168623?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8216937847242168623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8216937847242168623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8216937847242168623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8216937847242168623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2011/03/concertacao-de-precos.html' title='Concertação de Preços'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4622494501604580038</id><published>2011-03-15T18:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:21:11.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Exercício Físico VS Força Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ao ler um post de uma amiga sobre exercício e mais especificamente sobre a actividade de correr fiquei logo desanimada. Não sei qual é a piada de correr, cansar as pernas, sentir o bater do coração na boca, dificuldade em respirar, a vulgar dor de burro e ainda outras coisas mais. Se por um lado é a actividade menos dispendiosa, uma vez que basta uns bons ténis e qualquer t-shirt e calções/calções serve, por outro lado é uma das actividades, na minha opinião, que mais custa a fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Para mim, qualquer actividade que meta água é a minha especialidade. Se bem que nunca tenha praticado hidroginástica ou bicicletas aquáticas estas são as actividades que de momento mais me seduzem. Se calhar não são os melhores exercícios para quem como eu desejava ter menos barriguinha, mas de certeza que eram os melhores para aliar o prazer ao desporto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Se perder uns míseros centímetros de perímetro abdominal requer tanto esforço e força de vontade, como seria ter de perder tantos quilos como os concorrentes do bigger loser?&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/6309672901934568283-4622494501604580038?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4622494501604580038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4622494501604580038' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4622494501604580038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4622494501604580038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2011/03/exercicio-fisico-vs-forca-vontade.html' title='Exercício Físico VS Força Vontade'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8915984606679352608</id><published>2011-03-14T08:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:39:17.580Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita e Inês'/><title type='text'>Resumo de Quase um Trimestre</title><content type='html'>Só agora me apercebi que há quase 3 meses que nada escrevo. Ao olhar para trás no blog verifico que entre Janeiro e Fevereiro o que mais refiro são as doenças das minhas princesas que por esta altura andam normalmente doentes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano não houve excepção à regra e se a Inês se tem aguentado já a Rita é todas as semanas. Vida de mãe não é fácil e como o Inverno este ano faz questão de durar mais, também nós temos febres, otites, gripes durante mais tempo. Enfim, dia 21, dia Oficial da chegada da Primavera é já para a semana. Nós por cá aguardamos ansiosamente pelo bom tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8915984606679352608?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8915984606679352608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8915984606679352608' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8915984606679352608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8915984606679352608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2011/03/resumo-de-quase-um-trimestre.html' title='Resumo de Quase um Trimestre'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-158044047307821796</id><published>2010-12-28T16:28:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:54:34.375Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Natal em minha casa,...</title><content type='html'>Natal são as crianças a brincar, as filhoses na mesa, os doces a apelarem à gula, o bacalhau na noite de 24, as conversas de todos os anos, os  desejos natalícios e o avô Américo a dormir no sofá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TRpNDPUV8yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QGEXAs0b3rM/s1600/natal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TRpNDPUV8yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QGEXAs0b3rM/s400/natal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555837808361730850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TRpMx6jTqQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WxSy3fj9AYg/s1600/Natal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TRpMx6jTqQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WxSy3fj9AYg/s400/Natal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555837510729574658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-158044047307821796?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/158044047307821796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=158044047307821796' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/158044047307821796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/158044047307821796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/12/natal-em-minha-casa.html' title='Natal em minha casa,...'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TRpNDPUV8yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QGEXAs0b3rM/s72-c/natal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-3337655882692435603</id><published>2010-12-28T16:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:51:37.028Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Finalmente 6 anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TRoPWW3ZcMI/AAAAAAAAATk/ihRuw1oyEfI/s1600/6%2Banos%2Bescola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TRoPWW3ZcMI/AAAAAAAAATk/ihRuw1oyEfI/s400/6%2Banos%2Bescola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555769967084400834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TRoPOgtYHQI/AAAAAAAAATc/bi4B6U32o6I/s1600/6anos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TRoPOgtYHQI/AAAAAAAAATc/bi4B6U32o6I/s400/6anos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555769832287771906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E depois de um ano há espera, chega o dia tão desejado. 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Para mim...tudo isso  e muito cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TOVRkCc6asI/AAAAAAAAASY/6G4KXqSEvTw/s1600/DSCF3697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TOVRkCc6asI/AAAAAAAAASY/6G4KXqSEvTw/s400/DSCF3697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540924596124543682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TOVRTsSsIqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wOhZOoCGha4/s1600/DSCF3703.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-5200602689993004794?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/5200602689993004794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=5200602689993004794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5200602689993004794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5200602689993004794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/11/ferias-2010.html' title='Férias 2010'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TOVTeBBPmtI/AAAAAAAAASw/h5KJH_scStQ/s72-c/DSCF3844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8147060340499355890</id><published>2010-06-09T22:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:11:15.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cientista Maluco ou Estilista Criativo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TBADCcConQI/AAAAAAAAASA/x3sFLxXETQ8/s1600/Rita12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TBADCcConQI/AAAAAAAAASA/x3sFLxXETQ8/s400/Rita12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480884086931758338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TBAC26fGPYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7AI-CnaKWvc/s1600/Rita13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TBAC26fGPYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7AI-CnaKWvc/s400/Rita13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480883888945773954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8147060340499355890?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8147060340499355890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8147060340499355890' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8147060340499355890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8147060340499355890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/06/cientista-maluco.html' title='Cientista Maluco ou Estilista Criativo?'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/TBADCcConQI/AAAAAAAAASA/x3sFLxXETQ8/s72-c/Rita12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-751829778391927284</id><published>2010-05-06T21:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:56:27.454+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><title type='text'>O Descanso da Guerreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S-MszkSmB1I/AAAAAAAAARw/WBnY1NMu0_c/s1600/Rita+dormir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S-MszkSmB1I/AAAAAAAAARw/WBnY1NMu0_c/s400/Rita+dormir.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263636984530770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na cama não dorme ela!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S-Msg8AR03I/AAAAAAAAARo/T7OIWii-ifg/s1600/Rita+dormir1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S-Msg8AR03I/AAAAAAAAARo/T7OIWii-ifg/s400/Rita+dormir1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263316932645746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-751829778391927284?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/751829778391927284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=751829778391927284' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/751829778391927284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/751829778391927284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-descanso-da-guerreira.html' title='O Descanso da Guerreira'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S-MszkSmB1I/AAAAAAAAARw/WBnY1NMu0_c/s72-c/Rita+dormir.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-112787045183709666</id><published>2010-04-09T15:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:38:36.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita e Inês'/><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S787ujtUiRI/AAAAAAAAARg/gibPWJM0OLk/s1600/DSCF3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S787ujtUiRI/AAAAAAAAARg/gibPWJM0OLk/s400/DSCF3202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458146944441682194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S787SE6BHrI/AAAAAAAAARY/BJA01vhCD6s/s1600/DSCF3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S787SE6BHrI/AAAAAAAAARY/BJA01vhCD6s/s400/DSCF3205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458146455137099442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S7862v-HfoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2lTS_b6p29g/s1600/DSCF3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S7862v-HfoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2lTS_b6p29g/s400/DSCF3226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458145985660681858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S785R6puVEI/AAAAAAAAARI/ulGHNbLl9G4/s1600/DSCF3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S785R6puVEI/AAAAAAAAARI/ulGHNbLl9G4/s400/DSCF3221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458144253361148994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-112787045183709666?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/112787045183709666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=112787045183709666' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/112787045183709666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/112787045183709666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-pestinhas-ou-as-princesas-depende-do.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S787ujtUiRI/AAAAAAAAARg/gibPWJM0OLk/s72-c/DSCF3202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2584333794807191725</id><published>2010-03-15T20:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:00:31.429Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Dentes de Leite e Fada dos dentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S6JOFi6E7mI/AAAAAAAAARA/F6pItLQoEHs/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S6JOFi6E7mI/AAAAAAAAARA/F6pItLQoEHs/s400/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450004356248432226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá em casa estamos na fase dos dentes. A Rita com 6 meses tem 2 dentes a nascer e a Inês com 5 anos perdeu um dente de leite. Escusado será dizer que para a Inês foi um acontecimento e pêras. Poder exibir a falta do dente a todos lá na escola é motivo de grande orgulho, tanto mais que os mais velhos, os que já têm 5 anos à mais tempo, ainda têm os dentes todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa tentativa de me desfazer do dente, para que não ande para todo o lado com ele, como se de um tesouro se tratasse, disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Agora, tens de colocar o dente por baixo da almofada, para que a Fada dos Dentes o venha buscar e deixe uma moeda ou um presente.&lt;br /&gt;- Achaaaas mãe, por acaso existem Fadas dos dentes?? Toda a gente sabe que as fadas não existem!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2584333794807191725?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2584333794807191725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2584333794807191725' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2584333794807191725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2584333794807191725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/03/dentes-de-leite-e-fada-dos-dentes.html' title='Dentes de Leite e Fada dos dentes'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S6JOFi6E7mI/AAAAAAAAARA/F6pItLQoEHs/s72-c/SafeRedirect.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4544549950940801696</id><published>2010-03-08T11:27:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:46:54.150Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fim-de-Semana'/><title type='text'>Exposição de Joana Vasconcelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S5rDcT27gpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZWN_TN2Mhz8/s1600-h/In%C3%AAs2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S5rDcT27gpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZWN_TN2Mhz8/s400/In%C3%AAs2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447881590392455826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S5rDxoMPJsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zQUDgqq9yoE/s1600-h/In%C3%AAs6"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S5rDxoMPJsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zQUDgqq9yoE/s400/In%C3%AAs6" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447881956627785410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após 2 meses de retiro espiritual (estou a brincar! Não foi espiritual mas obrigatório devido às doenças que por aqui andaram), aproveitámos para ir ao CCB ver a exposição de Joana Vasconcelos "Sem Rede". A Inês adorou a exposição e a peça que mais lhe fez sentido foi a "Contaminação", onde ela viu uma quantidade enorme de materiais diferentes numa peça que ia ganhando dimensão. Identificou-se com o facto de alguém, tal como ela, colocar berloques, tecido, lã, numa só peça. Além de que também para a Joana Vasconcelos deve ter sido difícil dar por concluída aquela obra, dada a complexidade e variedade dos pormenores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-4544549950940801696?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4544549950940801696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4544549950940801696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4544549950940801696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4544549950940801696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/03/exposicao-de-joana-vasconcelos.html' title='Exposição de Joana Vasconcelos'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S5rDcT27gpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZWN_TN2Mhz8/s72-c/In%C3%AAs2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8836694292036380498</id><published>2010-03-05T15:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:43:17.795Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita e Inês'/><title type='text'>Balanço de 2 Meses</title><content type='html'>Janeiro e Fevereiro foram meses muito doentios cá em casa. Primeiro a Inês, depois a Rita e por fim eu. Para tornar a repetir em Fevereiro não necessariamente por esta ordem. De Gripes a bronquiolite passando por Gastroenterite, este é um bom resumo de como foram os nossos dois primeiros meses do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De realçar que a Inês tem 1 dente a abanar e a Rita 2 a crescer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8836694292036380498?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8836694292036380498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8836694292036380498' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8836694292036380498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8836694292036380498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/03/balanco-de-2-meses.html' title='Balanço de 2 Meses'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-3297712886158320132</id><published>2010-02-09T10:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:04:13.905Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><title type='text'>Escola Pública VS Escola Privada</title><content type='html'>Chegou o momento de decidir.  As dúvidas são muitas, a incerteza da decisão está sempre presente. Temos a escola actual que tem 1ºciclo em regime privado, as instalações não são famosas, as professoras são excelentes, assim como os auxiliares. Todos conhecem a Inês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escola pública as instalações também não são melhores embora as salas não fiquem na cave e sejam maiores. Não conhecemos os professores, nem os auxiliares. O feedback de algumas pessoas que têm lá os filhos é positivo. Ambas as escolas têm o mesmo método de ensino e esta escola tenha uma Associação de Pais activa e um bom relacionamento com a equipa pedagógica. Caso a Inês vá para esta escola conhece algumas das crianças que lá andam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que grande responsabilidade!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-3297712886158320132?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/3297712886158320132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=3297712886158320132' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3297712886158320132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3297712886158320132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/02/escola-publica-vs-escola-privada.html' title='Escola Pública VS Escola Privada'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1109979138164893162</id><published>2010-01-20T11:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:18:37.833Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><title type='text'>Estilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S1bmhh0UMJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/J3BJSRTmOj4/s1600-h/piloto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428779864529580178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S1bmhh0UMJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/J3BJSRTmOj4/s400/piloto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6309672901934568283-1109979138164893162?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1109979138164893162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1109979138164893162' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1109979138164893162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1109979138164893162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/01/estilo.html' title='Estilo'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S1bmhh0UMJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/J3BJSRTmOj4/s72-c/piloto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8807598845512180493</id><published>2010-01-12T15:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:11:31.560Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><title type='text'>1ª PAPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S0ydxyrzX_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DID6t87yY_M/s1600-h/1%C2%AApapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425885129819250674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S0ydxyrzX_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DID6t87yY_M/s400/1%C2%AApapa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take 1:Não correu muito bem esta 1ªvez! Que coisa esquisita é aquela que me põe na boca (deve ter pensado ela), considerando as vezes em que deitou a papa pela boca fora. Também não comeu nada de especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take2:Este segundo dia também não foi melhor, o sabor não é mau, mas a aprendizagem ainda deixa muito a desejar. Para não falar que a tigela da papa escorregou da minha mão e acabou por ser estatelada contra as gavetas do armário da cozinha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take 3: Correu melhor!! já abriu a boca quando a colher se aproximava. Desta vez não houve acidentes. Bem,... tirando o facto que um espirro até papa me deixou nos óculos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8807598845512180493?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8807598845512180493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8807598845512180493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8807598845512180493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8807598845512180493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-papa.html' title='1ª PAPA'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/S0ydxyrzX_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DID6t87yY_M/s72-c/1%C2%AApapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6476468872616619700</id><published>2009-12-30T15:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:24:53.349Z</updated><title type='text'>4 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SztwvuBdt4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/DWozRFABbqs/s1600-h/DSCF2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421050541580859266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SztwvuBdt4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/DWozRFABbqs/s400/DSCF2601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fomos hoje à consulta dos 4 meses, embora a Rita só os faça dia 2 de Janeiro, os parâmetros não podiam estar melhores, tudo dentro da média.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estatura = 61 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peso = 6260 Kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perimetro cefálico = 41 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6309672901934568283-6476468872616619700?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6476468872616619700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6476468872616619700' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6476468872616619700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6476468872616619700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-meses.html' title='4 Meses'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SztwvuBdt4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/DWozRFABbqs/s72-c/DSCF2601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4823768053147593933</id><published>2009-12-29T12:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:16:32.818Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita e Inês'/><title type='text'>Uma Imagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SznzFUF6nBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GmfnN2LK18A/s1600-h/In%C3%AAs+e+Rita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420630899135519762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SznzFUF6nBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GmfnN2LK18A/s400/In%C3%AAs+e+Rita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6309672901934568283-4823768053147593933?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4823768053147593933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4823768053147593933' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4823768053147593933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4823768053147593933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-imagem.html' title='Uma Imagem...'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SznzFUF6nBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GmfnN2LK18A/s72-c/In%C3%AAs+e+Rita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2496841131562206930</id><published>2009-12-27T19:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:13:44.146Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>5º ANIVERSÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Sze_7tuuTFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/k2WdWcYXyOs/s1600-h/Anivers%C3%A1rio+In%C3%AAs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420011709172436050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Sze_7tuuTFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/k2WdWcYXyOs/s400/Anivers%C3%A1rio+In%C3%AAs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha filha está uma crescida, isso é oficial! Não que ela seja mesmo crescida, alta ou que vista roupa de 5 ou até mesmo 6 anos. Mas que cresceu do dia 20 de Dezembro até ao dia 21 do mesmo mês, lá isso cresceu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2496841131562206930?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2496841131562206930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2496841131562206930' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2496841131562206930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2496841131562206930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-aniversario.html' title='5º ANIVERSÁRIO'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Sze_7tuuTFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/k2WdWcYXyOs/s72-c/Anivers%C3%A1rio+In%C3%AAs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-5940867574298493918</id><published>2009-12-09T19:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:27:12.672Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Sx_59THEojI/AAAAAAAAAPw/F2Nc5NAiC0w/s1600-h/%C3%A0rvore+de+natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413320108619899442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Sx_59THEojI/AAAAAAAAAPw/F2Nc5NAiC0w/s400/%C3%A0rvore+de+natal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Sx_5zOl64DI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kO-t7CT42Bc/s1600-h/%C3%A0rvore+de+natal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413319935608414258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Sx_5zOl64DI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kO-t7CT42Bc/s400/%C3%A0rvore+de+natal1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-5940867574298493918?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/5940867574298493918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=5940867574298493918' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5940867574298493918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5940867574298493918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Sx_59THEojI/AAAAAAAAAPw/F2Nc5NAiC0w/s72-c/%C3%A0rvore+de+natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1922224204541812048</id><published>2009-12-04T18:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:26:14.017Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>30 NOVEMBRO 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SxlUN27sFVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hCgPxe_l9Is/s1600-h/BOLO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SxlUN27sFVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hCgPxe_l9Is/s400/BOLO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411449024323261778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1922224204541812048?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1922224204541812048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1922224204541812048' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1922224204541812048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1922224204541812048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/12/30-novembro-2002.html' title='30 NOVEMBRO 2002'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SxlUN27sFVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hCgPxe_l9Is/s72-c/BOLO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2533916796057789439</id><published>2009-11-23T18:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:20:14.726Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Auto-Estima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwrSOxV2MgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/C9ZtswupQIw/s1600/In%C3%AAs+cabelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwrSOxV2MgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/C9ZtswupQIw/s400/In%C3%AAs+cabelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407365453816672770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de 8 dias fechadas em casa há que voltar de novo à normalidade e nada melhor do que uma lufada de ar fresco. Como a Inês hoje ainda não tinha ido para a escola (embora já tivesse tido "alta") aproveitámos para ir ao cabeleireiro... E voilá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2533916796057789439?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2533916796057789439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2533916796057789439' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2533916796057789439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2533916796057789439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/11/auto-estima.html' title='Auto-Estima'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwrSOxV2MgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/C9ZtswupQIw/s72-c/In%C3%AAs+cabelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7211720270481479365</id><published>2009-11-20T15:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:27:06.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Gripe A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwbC_GFgKoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aX3m3kv6Mh8/s1600/gripe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwbC_GFgKoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aX3m3kv6Mh8/s400/gripe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406222791926098562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, parece que desta vez bateu à nossa porta. E foi a Inês a abri-la! começou por vir de mansinho no Domingo à noite com uns singelos 38º para na quarta-feira se apresentar com 39.7º várias vezes seguidas, dores de barriga muito fortes e diarreia. Diagnóstico: Gripe A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coisa parece estar a melhorar e os sintomas estão mais leves, a nossa maior preocupação agora é com a Rita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7211720270481479365?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7211720270481479365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7211720270481479365' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7211720270481479365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7211720270481479365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/11/gripe.html' title='Gripe A'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwbC_GFgKoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aX3m3kv6Mh8/s72-c/gripe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1265115865021982821</id><published>2009-11-17T21:43:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:55:50.986Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><title type='text'>Minha Rica Filha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwMbnW_tGdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MqWkl5oATSo/s1600/DSCF2440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwMbnW_tGdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MqWkl5oATSo/s400/DSCF2440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405194340776352210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a vermos bem disposta só temos de lhe dar conversa. Laréu, laréu e mais laréu é o que ela gosta. Quando se apanha de barriga cheia, pode-se dizer que está preparada para uma tarde de amena cavaqueira. Nessa altura é só vê-la a esbanjar charme com tantos sorrisos e gracinhas.&lt;br /&gt;P.S Com 2 meses passamos assim o nosso tempo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1265115865021982821?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1265115865021982821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1265115865021982821' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1265115865021982821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1265115865021982821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-rica-filha.html' title='Minha Rica Filha'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwMbnW_tGdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MqWkl5oATSo/s72-c/DSCF2440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2405613729312413895</id><published>2009-11-16T18:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:13:09.489Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fim-de-Semana'/><title type='text'>"O Gato das Botas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwGV5TC0RgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gCfNQvnlXqs/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwGV5TC0RgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gCfNQvnlXqs/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404765839418476034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em exibição no Teatro Malaposta em Odivelas. A não perder, a garotada adora histórias onde os animais falam e a princesa fica com o príncipe. Nós recomendamos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2405613729312413895?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2405613729312413895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2405613729312413895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2405613729312413895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2405613729312413895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-gato-das-botas.html' title='&quot;O Gato das Botas&quot;'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SwGV5TC0RgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gCfNQvnlXqs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4255623861293847672</id><published>2009-11-01T16:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:48:11.368Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fim-de-Semana'/><title type='text'>Quinta Pedagógica dos Olivais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Su27wnHbWlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ueWICMdZcy0/s1600-h/019659617f.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Su27wnHbWlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ueWICMdZcy0/s400/019659617f.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399177972095343186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perto da Cidade, com fáceis acessos e com um horário de visitas óptimo, a Quinta Pedagógica dos Olivais é um sitio excelente para quem tem crianças e goste de animais de quinta. Com entradas totalmente gratuitas os visitantes podem conhecer variadíssimos animais que fazem parte daquela quinta (alguns têm anos, como o burro pestana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os animais habituados ao contacto com as pessoas aproximam-se na expectativa de petiscarem qualquer coisinha (embora sejam visíveis vários anúncios para não lhes dar comida), acho que estes esperam ansiosos pelo fim-de-semana para apreciarem as sobremesas, que passam por pão, bolachas, cenouras, folhas, maçãs (duas maçãs dadas por nós,que estavam para ir para o lixo fizeram as delicias de meia dúzia de cabritas).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-4255623861293847672?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4255623861293847672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4255623861293847672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4255623861293847672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4255623861293847672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/11/quinta-pedagogica-dos-olivais.html' title='Quinta Pedagógica dos Olivais'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Su27wnHbWlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ueWICMdZcy0/s72-c/019659617f.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1282921318654263786</id><published>2009-10-25T12:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:15:01.341Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita e Inês'/><title type='text'>Cumplicidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SuRBODGFepI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AzRZdeP09pI/s1600-h/DSCF2429.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SuRBODGFepI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AzRZdeP09pI/s400/DSCF2429.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396509963101502098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que estarão estas duas a conversar??? Talvez a combinar uma saída a duas e os argumentos a utilizar para nos convencer! Quem sabe,... mas pela cara da Rita deve ser algo muito divertido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1282921318654263786?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1282921318654263786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1282921318654263786' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1282921318654263786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1282921318654263786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/10/cumplicidades.html' title='Cumplicidades'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SuRBODGFepI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AzRZdeP09pI/s72-c/DSCF2429.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-818189548031408205</id><published>2009-10-19T15:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:10:24.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Cheirinho a Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/StxysCwd3aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_qspMKrADIs/s1600-h/DSCF2418.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/StxysCwd3aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_qspMKrADIs/s400/DSCF2418.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394312554662976930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não resisti. Achei tão giras e confortáveis, mesmo ao jeitinho da Inês (cheias de brilho).&lt;br /&gt;Na Zara Home para quem gostar e perder a cabeça $$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-818189548031408205?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/818189548031408205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=818189548031408205' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/818189548031408205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/818189548031408205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheirinho-natal.html' title='Cheirinho a Natal'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/StxysCwd3aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_qspMKrADIs/s72-c/DSCF2418.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6114171212191248441</id><published>2009-10-18T19:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:24:51.045+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SttdZm2RLeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Wvu0Wr0pMNs/s1600-h/DSCF2415.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SttdZm2RLeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Wvu0Wr0pMNs/s400/DSCF2415.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394007673212579298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguém com muitas saudades de ter novamente um bebé. Para comprovar fica a foto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6114171212191248441?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6114171212191248441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6114171212191248441' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6114171212191248441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6114171212191248441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SttdZm2RLeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Wvu0Wr0pMNs/s72-c/DSCF2415.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6491102203389651051</id><published>2009-10-08T18:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:55:41.995+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita e Inês'/><title type='text'>1ºmês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Ss4nQXpM3UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lGzU9mtflds/s1600-h/DSCF2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390288966187277634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Ss4nQXpM3UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lGzU9mtflds/s400/DSCF2391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comprimento: 53 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peso: 3.830 Kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perimetro Cefálico: 36.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6491102203389651051?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6491102203389651051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6491102203389651051' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6491102203389651051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6491102203389651051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/10/1mes.html' title='1ºmês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Ss4nQXpM3UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lGzU9mtflds/s72-c/DSCF2391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-3734531537464125222</id><published>2009-10-04T19:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:55:01.391+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><title type='text'>Para as fãs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No dia em que nasceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SsjvIjbRBBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jzS6wQN9D6g/s1600-h/Clipboard01.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388819884376392722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SsjvIjbRBBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jzS6wQN9D6g/s400/Clipboard01.bmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alguns dias mais tarde....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SsjvDVqvLmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Zbg_Z1uk0qg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Ssju-4Y6wNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/A_bY_pfQEok/s1600-h/DSCF2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388819718204997842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/Ssju-4Y6wNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/A_bY_pfQEok/s400/DSCF2336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-3734531537464125222?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/3734531537464125222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=3734531537464125222' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3734531537464125222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3734531537464125222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-as-fas.html' title='Para as fãs'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SsjvIjbRBBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jzS6wQN9D6g/s72-c/Clipboard01.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6879248678348026415</id><published>2009-10-04T19:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:50:53.640+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><title type='text'>02 Setembro 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SsjubUR0LwI/AAAAAAAAANo/_oytWMtY42k/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388819107216109314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SsjubUR0LwI/AAAAAAAAANo/_oytWMtY42k/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6309672901934568283-6879248678348026415?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6879248678348026415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6879248678348026415' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6879248678348026415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6879248678348026415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/10/02-setembro-2009.html' title='02 Setembro 2009'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SsjubUR0LwI/AAAAAAAAANo/_oytWMtY42k/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1703334360023654492</id><published>2009-07-26T19:12:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:52:08.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fim-de-Semana'/><title type='text'>A Galope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SmyjVgwKXqI/AAAAAAAAANg/lCOPl6itqv0/s1600-h/DSCF2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; float: left; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362840846255939234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SmyjVgwKXqI/AAAAAAAAANg/lCOPl6itqv0/s400/DSCF2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui estamos nós a iniciar um passeio de charrete em Bélem. As miúdas adoraram e os adultos também! Tem a duração exacta para não se fartarem e possibilita um passeio muito giro a preços acessíveis (tendo em conta bilhetes para peças de teatro e oceanário). Depois para rematar,... um pic-nic no parque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qtour.pt/"&gt;http://www.qtour.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1703334360023654492?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1703334360023654492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1703334360023654492' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1703334360023654492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1703334360023654492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/07/galope.html' title='A Galope'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SmyjVgwKXqI/AAAAAAAAANg/lCOPl6itqv0/s72-c/DSCF2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6581022125465989869</id><published>2009-07-07T09:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:11:20.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Coisas à Inês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SlMQJl_nU2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yjUPFuZ3sMw/s1600-h/lpisdecor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355642138877449058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SlMQJl_nU2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yjUPFuZ3sMw/s400/lpisdecor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Mãe, quanto é 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;- 4 (digo eu);&lt;br /&gt;- Boooa mãe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- E 4 +4? (pergunta ela novamente);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Hum, não sei. Essa é mais dificil. Diz tu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- São 8 mãe;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Pois é, não me lembrava (digo eu); &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- E 3 +3 mãe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- São 6, mas essa também é muito fácil; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- E, e e... (demora ela a dizer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- E infinito mais infinito?(pergunta-me ela)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Infinito mais infinito? Mas o que é que te dão lá na escola? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6581022125465989869?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6581022125465989869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6581022125465989869' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6581022125465989869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6581022125465989869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/07/coisas-ines.html' title='Coisas à Inês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SlMQJl_nU2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yjUPFuZ3sMw/s72-c/lpisdecor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6723797960554757877</id><published>2009-06-19T12:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:47:41.871+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Voltei</title><content type='html'>Bem sei que tenho andado desaparecida, mas isto de trabalhar, estar grávida e ainda ter tempo para blogar não é para qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou agora grávida de 29 semanas, barriguda q.b., a Rita (nome da bebé) está prevista para 06 de Setembro, embora eu aposte mais para Agosto. Numa segunda gravidez, pelo menos para mim, não há tempo para dormir as famosas sonecas de fim de tarde e de usufruir muito do descanso, porque com outra criança não há descanso possivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe posso ajudar-te a fazer o jantar? Mãe também quero estender a roupa! Mãe posso fazer isso?E quando tiro uns minutinhos para descansar, ai vem ela,... ou com uma coroa na cabeça, ou com um pano da cozinha a fazer de vestido, ou com um lápis na mão a perguntar como se escreve qualquer coisa. Esta é a minha Inês! De curiosidade aguçada, com perguntas sempre na ponta da língua, ou está a dançar, a cantar ou a imaginar qualquer história que lhe passou pela cabeça (mas sempre com espectadores).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao facto de ir ser a mana mais velha, até agora está a adorar. É um bocadinho dificil imaginar que um bebé está dentro da minha barriga (e portanto não se sente ameaçada), planeia que vai dar banho, dar de comer, ensinar a falar,....coisas de quem tem praticado no Nenuco. Depois do nascimento,...haverá de certo muito mais para contar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6723797960554757877?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6723797960554757877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6723797960554757877' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6723797960554757877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6723797960554757877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/06/voltei.html' title='Voltei'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8985407115305772193</id><published>2009-04-16T17:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:28:28.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Varicela VS Gravidez</title><content type='html'>Após o jantar de 4ªfeira telefonámos à amiga da Inês, a Sofia, para saber qual o motivo de esta não estar a ir à escola. Ficámos então a saber que a Sofia tem varicela. Então... estas borbolhinhas que a Inês tem aqui nas costas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que o desejo da Sofia se concretizou e que a Inês também apanhou varicela para poderem brincar as duas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequência para mim (grávida de 19 semanas) sem nunca ter apanhado varicela:&lt;br /&gt;- Um grande stresse com idas à MAC e ao Instituto Ricardo Jorge;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma grande camada de nervos até saber que tinha Imunidade porque as consequências para o bebé são muito graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral da História: Ter Varicela quando se criança é fixe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8985407115305772193?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8985407115305772193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8985407115305772193' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8985407115305772193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8985407115305772193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/04/varicela-vs-gravidez.html' title='Varicela VS Gravidez'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4513353693888570787</id><published>2009-04-08T14:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:29:11.131+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Coisas à Inês</title><content type='html'>A Inês a contar-me uma história escolhida por ela. Segue as figuras, descreve a situação e vira o livro para eu ver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tás a ver mãe? Esta é a Marta a fazer palermices.&lt;br /&gt;- Esta é a princesa Marta a ser bem comportada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Falta muito Inês? Já estou cansada! (digo eu)&lt;br /&gt;- Espeeera mãe, estamos quase no fim, já estamos na penúltima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penúltima, penúltima, terei ouvido bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Enganei-me mãe, não estamos na penúltima ainda faltam muitas páginas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a surpreender-me, eu achava que ela queria dizer última. Não só sabe dizer penúltima como o seu significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos as noites tomo o Folicil, suplemento que as grávidas tomam durante a gestação, sem a Inês dar conta. Escolho uma altura em que ela não está na cozinha ou já está deitada, para que não pense que tomar medicamentos é uma coisa que todos fazem e que portanto ela também os deveria tomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite, após o jantar disse para o P. a apontar para a caixa do Folicil (com a Inês de costas para mim):&lt;br /&gt;- Acabei isto, amanhã lembra-me de comprar mais.&lt;br /&gt;- O que é aquilo mãe? Um remédio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei sem saber o que dizer, mas lá disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, um remédio que eu tenho que tomar agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por causa de estares grávida? Pergunta ela&lt;br /&gt;É porque estás à espera de bebé, não é mãe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É filha, mas como é que sabes essas coisas?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei mãe destas coisas mãe, eu já sou crescida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-4513353693888570787?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4513353693888570787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4513353693888570787' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4513353693888570787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4513353693888570787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/04/coisas-ines.html' title='Coisas à Inês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8262696982213719272</id><published>2009-04-05T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:25:29.203+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Março, Marçagão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Mês de Março revelou-se hiper, super, mega cansativo. Com direito a apenas 1 folga por semana, daí que não houve tempo para blogar ou contar as novidades, que já são mais que sabidas para os mais próximos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá em casa estamos em estado de graça, literalmente! Para os mais distraídos, quer dizer que estamos à espera de mais um rebento, filhote, bebé, cria....E como já estou na 18ºsemana (dai já não ser novidade) já se nota a barriguinha de grávida. Também já sabemos o sexo do bebé, mas ainda não vou dizer, não querem agora saber tudo de uma só vez. Era o que faltava!&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/6309672901934568283-8262696982213719272?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8262696982213719272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8262696982213719272' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8262696982213719272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8262696982213719272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/02/marco-marcagao.html' title='Março, Marçagão...'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8708604899018691544</id><published>2009-03-02T19:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:48:06.752Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Coisas à Inês</title><content type='html'>No automóvel e após várias vezes a pedir coisas que não estavam ao meu alcance, disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Agora já chega, toma lá um Halls para ver se te calas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breves instantes depois, diz ela:&lt;br /&gt;-Não me estou a calar pois não, mãe?&lt;br /&gt;- Pois não (digo eu);&lt;br /&gt;- Então dá-me mais um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com vontade de me rir, digo-lhe ainda:&lt;br /&gt;- Isso é que era bom, mas eu ainda te ouço chupar esse rebuçado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço então o som de um rebuçado a ser brutalmente mastigado para que aquele probema ficasse totalmente solucionado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8708604899018691544?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8708604899018691544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8708604899018691544' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8708604899018691544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8708604899018691544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/03/coisas-ines.html' title='Coisas à Inês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1184883703223179990</id><published>2009-02-27T12:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:18:39.798Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Fase da Macacada</title><content type='html'>Há vários dias que anda endiabrada, irrequieta, mesmo melga. Teima em repetir tudo o que ouve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Inês come.&lt;br /&gt;- Inês come, diz ela.&lt;br /&gt;- Não faças isso.&lt;br /&gt;- Não faças isso, repete ela.&lt;br /&gt;- A Inês é tola.&lt;br /&gt;- A Inês é tola, esboça um sorriso ao dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após alguns segundos em silêncio, digo eu:&lt;br /&gt;- Sabes, o Pai Natal está lá em cima a ver tudo e está a escrever num caderninho: A Inês está a imitar a mãe, a Inês está a imitar o pai. Ora isso é portar-se mal. Este Natal não leva prendas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responde quase de seguida:&lt;br /&gt;- Não me importo, o Natal já passou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1184883703223179990?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1184883703223179990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1184883703223179990' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1184883703223179990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1184883703223179990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/02/fase-da-macacada.html' title='Fase da Macacada'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7891724766191591688</id><published>2009-02-03T12:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:54:43.027Z</updated><title type='text'>Puro Orgulho</title><content type='html'>É fácil cá em casa ficarmos orgulhosos com as façanhas da Inês. Não a querendo por num patamar de "inteligência superior" consideramos que quase todas as crianças nesta idade dada a sua criatividade, expressividade e imaginação são pequenos génios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inês aparece na cozinha com um desenho na mão e diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe está bem feito?&lt;br /&gt;- O quê Inês, o desenho?&lt;br /&gt;- Nãooo mãe, o nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para o desenho e perguntei:&lt;br /&gt;- Foi o pai que ajudou? (olhei de soslaio para o pai que estava à mesa).&lt;br /&gt;O pai abanou logo a cabeça pois não tinha tido participação nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;- Copiaste de outra folha? Viste em algum lado? Inquiri eu quase como sendo da PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não mãe, eu lembrei-me das letras do pai e fiz sozinha, está bem? (pergunta ela a corar como que a adivinhar o grande feito, pelo menos para nós).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SYg89Et6RkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iBAZ3ilGDLU/s1600-h/DSCF2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SYg89Et6RkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iBAZ3ilGDLU/s400/DSCF2001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298551981537379906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nota - O meu nome foi feito depois mas já com a nossa ajuda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7891724766191591688?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7891724766191591688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7891724766191591688' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7891724766191591688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7891724766191591688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/02/puro-orgulho.html' title='Puro Orgulho'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SYg89Et6RkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iBAZ3ilGDLU/s72-c/DSCF2001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1674188825279438851</id><published>2009-01-28T11:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:53:52.651Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Televisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Lipstick Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SYBHGvVLSyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CRHR0YHFZPc/s1600-h/800x600_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296311342897777442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SYBHGvVLSyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CRHR0YHFZPc/s400/800x600_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Uma divertida comédia que segue a vida de três amigas da alta sociedade e seus problemas profissionais e pessoais. Com muito humor, essas modernas mulheres apoiam-se nos triunfos e nas lágrimas para vencer na Big Apple americana". &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma série bem gira e que eu já me estava a habituar a ver. Costumava passar na RTP2 à sexta-feira à noite, mas acho que também passa num canal por cabo, que ainda não descobri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6309672901934568283-1674188825279438851?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1674188825279438851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1674188825279438851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1674188825279438851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1674188825279438851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/01/lipstick-jungle.html' title='Lipstick Jungle'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SYBHGvVLSyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CRHR0YHFZPc/s72-c/800x600_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2726434199968987934</id><published>2009-01-18T18:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:47:18.545Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Ano Novo, Casa Nova!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SXN4HwWo_oI/AAAAAAAAALo/ztak4702dFw/s1600-h/Mudan%C3%A7as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292706061724745346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SXN4HwWo_oI/AAAAAAAAALo/ztak4702dFw/s400/Mudan%C3%A7as.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é a visão mais fantástica que se pode ter, mas é a que tenho tido de há uma semana para cá. Porque há sempre um senão em qualquer coisa, aqui está o motivo do meu desaparecimento desde o Ano Novo. Caixas, caixotes, sacos, saquinhos. Mudanças!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A casa é fantástica mas dá tanto trabalho fazer mudanças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2726434199968987934?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2726434199968987934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2726434199968987934' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2726434199968987934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2726434199968987934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2009/01/ano-novo-casa-nova.html' title='Ano Novo, Casa Nova!'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SXN4HwWo_oI/AAAAAAAAALo/ztak4702dFw/s72-c/Mudan%C3%A7as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6434810111526962397</id><published>2008-12-31T10:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:22:12.388Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Novo Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SVtHv9OaMZI/AAAAAAAAALg/v1udzmgCVlE/s1600-h/fim+de+ano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SVtHv9OaMZI/AAAAAAAAALg/v1udzmgCVlE/s400/fim+de+ano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285897476863832466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de bom para este novo ano de 2009. Muita saúde, muito sucesso e muiiito Amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6434810111526962397?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6434810111526962397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6434810111526962397' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6434810111526962397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6434810111526962397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/12/novo-ano.html' title='Novo Ano'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SVtHv9OaMZI/AAAAAAAAALg/v1udzmgCVlE/s72-c/fim+de+ano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8947699501786979340</id><published>2008-12-28T19:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:38:29.733Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><title type='text'>Domingo à Tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SVfUxH479iI/AAAAAAAAALY/bEKBNal4QLY/s1600-h/DSCF1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SVfUxH479iI/AAAAAAAAALY/bEKBNal4QLY/s400/DSCF1962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284926628139103778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi dia de vermos Eli -A Elefanta Bébé, em exibição no teatro Tivoli em Lisboa. Conta a história de uma amizade entre uma cria elefante e uma menina e do vínculo que as une independentemente da distância, cor, raça ou diferenças que possam existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Inês gostou muito das canções e da história, mas teve um bocadinho de medo dos caçadores. Sentiu a falta de não ter visto o banho de lama, tantas vezes falado durante a peça, mas tal como eu lhe expliquei, seria muito difícil depois limparem o palco com tanta lama espalhada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8947699501786979340?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8947699501786979340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8947699501786979340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8947699501786979340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8947699501786979340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/12/domingo-tarde.html' title='Domingo à Tarde'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SVfUxH479iI/AAAAAAAAALY/bEKBNal4QLY/s72-c/DSCF1962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6256734497462202070</id><published>2008-12-23T10:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:18:59.888Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Breves da Inês</title><content type='html'>Com toda a gente a dizer "Agora que tens 4 anos já estás mais crescida", diz a Inês para a Sofia depois de terem comido o Bolo de Aniversário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sofia vamos ver a altura"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6256734497462202070?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6256734497462202070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6256734497462202070' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6256734497462202070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6256734497462202070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/12/breves-da-ins.html' title='Breves da Inês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-5318888135829044953</id><published>2008-12-21T10:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:11:41.748Z</updated><title type='text'>Há 4 anos foi assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SU69c5cEjgI/AAAAAAAAALI/TPBd1y2OvuA/s1600-h/DSC02387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SU69c5cEjgI/AAAAAAAAALI/TPBd1y2OvuA/s400/DSC02387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282367717104717314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10h22m - 2.270Kg - 42cm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-5318888135829044953?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/5318888135829044953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=5318888135829044953' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5318888135829044953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5318888135829044953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-4-anos-foi-assim.html' title='Há 4 anos foi assim...'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SU69c5cEjgI/AAAAAAAAALI/TPBd1y2OvuA/s72-c/DSC02387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4980019214170078332</id><published>2008-12-18T11:08:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:10:59.579Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Festa de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SU6-6TU4PfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6GAXg97iwnA/s1600-h/vlcsnap-8987.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SU6-6TU4PfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6GAXg97iwnA/s400/vlcsnap-8987.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282369321781706226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Broas de Mel&lt;br /&gt;Já caem do céu&lt;br /&gt;Não temos tempo a perder&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é Natal e nós&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Nós temos tudo por fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pinheiro ideal&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ter de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Para o enfeitarmos então&lt;br /&gt;Nem pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Nem grande&lt;br /&gt;Tem de ser elegante&lt;br /&gt;Nós faremos um figurão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong ding dong&lt;br /&gt;É Natal&lt;br /&gt;Ouço Sinos pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong ding dong&lt;br /&gt;É Natal&lt;br /&gt;Não me posso atrasar"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-4980019214170078332?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4980019214170078332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4980019214170078332' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4980019214170078332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4980019214170078332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/12/festa-de-natal.html' title='Festa de Natal'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SU6-6TU4PfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6GAXg97iwnA/s72-c/vlcsnap-8987.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7021867538242865206</id><published>2008-12-07T11:10:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:38:32.437Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Breves da Inês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STuwy6ydkmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7F95RwlekJ8/s1600-h/2103359699_861dab75b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STuwy6ydkmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7F95RwlekJ8/s400/2103359699_861dab75b1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277005777215525474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anúncio televisivo de uma marca de telemóveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "NESTE NATAL A VODAFONE SÓ TEM ESTRELAS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentário da Inês:&lt;br /&gt;- Só estrelas?? Não tem Bolas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7021867538242865206?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7021867538242865206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7021867538242865206' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7021867538242865206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7021867538242865206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/12/coisas-ins.html' title='Breves da Inês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STuwy6ydkmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7F95RwlekJ8/s72-c/2103359699_861dab75b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6574260715929415600</id><published>2008-11-30T22:28:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:36:59.664Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amor Omnia Vincit&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - 30 Novembro 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STMTwqcogSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WpW9Jtcp_s8/s1600-h/aliancas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STMTwqcogSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WpW9Jtcp_s8/s400/aliancas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274581315330015522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6574260715929415600?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6574260715929415600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6574260715929415600' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6574260715929415600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6574260715929415600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/11/aniversrio.html' title='Aniversário'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STMTwqcogSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WpW9Jtcp_s8/s72-c/aliancas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1073576288334509233</id><published>2008-11-28T20:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:50:59.260Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Crescer</title><content type='html'>Não me lembro de aos 3 anos saber escrever o meu nome, nem tão pouco o apelido. Nunca a minha mãe referiu que eu fazia perguntas dificeis com esta idade, mas a Inês faz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mãe, como é que a àgua sai do cano?"&lt;br /&gt;- "O que é que acontece à comida depois na barriga?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Mãe quero aprender a ler"&lt;br /&gt;- "Como é que se escreve Sofia? E Lurdes?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Quero fazer trabalhos de casa"&lt;br /&gt;- "Pai ajuda-me a fazer coroas de princesa, vá lá..."&lt;br /&gt;- "Preciso de uma chave para apertar os parafusos da minha bicicleta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus dá-me energia para tanta vontade de crescer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1073576288334509233?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1073576288334509233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1073576288334509233' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1073576288334509233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1073576288334509233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/11/crescer.html' title='Crescer'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-3428669090885892787</id><published>2008-11-09T11:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:11:35.606Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><title type='text'>O Segredo da Abelha</title><content type='html'>Foi-nos recomendado através de um blogue de uma amiga esta peça de teatro. E seguimos à letra a sua recomendação, não fomos para as primeiras filas e portanto apreciamos o espectáculo do principio ao fim sem sobressaltos. Quanto à peça, o que podemos dizer é que adorámos! Divertida e simples com os ingredientes certos para as crianças perceberem e participarem. A Inês gostou tanto que ao chegar a casa dos avós, disse: "Porquê não foram ver o espectáculo? Foi tão giro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Tânia e Inês pelas dicas culturais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SRbS_HSjuYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7gf7t5Lh2jQ/s1600-h/folheto_frente_8e9_nov.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SRbS_HSjuYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7gf7t5Lh2jQ/s400/folheto_frente_8e9_nov.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266628795986852226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-3428669090885892787?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/3428669090885892787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=3428669090885892787' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3428669090885892787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3428669090885892787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-segredo-da-abelha.html' title='O Segredo da Abelha'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SRbS_HSjuYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7gf7t5Lh2jQ/s72-c/folheto_frente_8e9_nov.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2377998666191744656</id><published>2008-10-16T17:33:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:11:34.463+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Outono</title><content type='html'>"O Outono já chegou - aos arrufos do vento&lt;br /&gt;as folhas num desmaio embalam-se pelo ar...&lt;br /&gt;-vão caindo...caindo...uma a uma, em desalento&lt;br /&gt;e uma a uma, lentamente, vão no chão pousar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. G. de Araújo Jorge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2377998666191744656?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2377998666191744656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2377998666191744656' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2377998666191744656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2377998666191744656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/10/outono.html' title='Outono'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1648652780445714181</id><published>2008-10-16T10:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:16:30.532+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Confusão</title><content type='html'>-Ó mãe lá na escola eles dizem que eu namoro alguém.&lt;br /&gt;- Os teu amigos é que dizem?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim.&lt;br /&gt;- E com quem é que eles dizem que tu namoras?&lt;br /&gt;- Com o João Pedro. Mas a Sofia diz que é minha namorada.&lt;br /&gt;- A Sofia é que diz isso?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, mas mãe eu não sou namorada de ninguém, pois não?&lt;br /&gt;- Tu é que sabes com quem namoras, mas não deixes os outros* decidirem por ti, está bem? Mas olha, as meninas namoram com meninos e a Sofia é tua melhor amiga, está bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*não inclui mães, as mães/pais podem influenciar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1648652780445714181?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1648652780445714181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1648652780445714181' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1648652780445714181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1648652780445714181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/10/confuso.html' title='Confusão'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6983132634973228937</id><published>2008-10-06T08:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:33:41.646+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Breves da Inês</title><content type='html'>Comentário da Inês depois de ver um programa infantil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mãe, aquela senhora estava a dizer as letras até ao "Zé".&lt;br /&gt;- Até ao Z. Sabes que palavras começam com Z? Zebra, zangado, zumbir, Zé...Agora diz tu uma!&lt;br /&gt;- Depois mãe, agora quero continuar a ver os bonecos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6983132634973228937?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6983132634973228937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6983132634973228937' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6983132634973228937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6983132634973228937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/10/comentrio-da-ins-depois-de-ver-um.html' title='Breves da Inês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1206889121695753530</id><published>2008-10-03T21:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:46:24.802+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>História antes de dormir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SOaEhm-SWRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_1nOp1HQ_U0/s1600-h/ovelhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SOaEhm-SWRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_1nOp1HQ_U0/s400/ovelhas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253031728306608402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;História contada pela Inês ao folhear as páginas de um livro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Era uma vez uma ovelha que estava a comer erva e que tinha um pássaro em cima dela. Ela ficou muito "suprendida" e também ficou feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia estava muito calor e ela estava a "tansprirar" e os filhotes estavam a seguir a mamã galinha e todos estavam a cantar cócórócócó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois um dia veio uma senhora e começou a cortar o pêlo às "orelhas", (risota total porque não orelhas que ela queria dizer, mas sim ovelhas).&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro a mais escura, depois a outra e depois a outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois Vitória, Vitória acabou-se a História".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1206889121695753530?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1206889121695753530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1206889121695753530' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1206889121695753530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1206889121695753530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/10/histria-antes-de-dormir.html' title='História antes de dormir'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SOaEhm-SWRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_1nOp1HQ_U0/s72-c/ovelhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7583545845149404937</id><published>2008-09-18T22:43:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:02:40.569+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Pop Star em miniatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SNLPmkjNYLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r1uKAbBi6lk/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SNLPmkjNYLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r1uKAbBi6lk/s400/star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247484777393381554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Há vedetas conhecidas no mundo do estrelato por fazerem muito bem uma série de coisas, entre elas cantarem, representarem, dançarem,... depois são também conhecidos por quererem mais um camarote, balões, vinho, massagens,.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha pequena estrela quer no seu camarote (vulgo quarto):&lt;br /&gt;- saias (só cor-de-rosa)&lt;br /&gt;- vestidos (com roda)&lt;br /&gt;- calças (cor-de-rosa fofinhas, não inclui gangas nem sarjas, só as tipo lycra ou algodão)&lt;br /&gt;- calçado (sandálias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, as exigências já ela as tem, o talento ainda está na fase de construção!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7583545845149404937?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7583545845149404937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7583545845149404937' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7583545845149404937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7583545845149404937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/09/pop-star-em-miniatura.html' title='Pop Star em miniatura'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SNLPmkjNYLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r1uKAbBi6lk/s72-c/star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8205687261986987822</id><published>2008-09-12T10:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:25:32.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Tamanho</title><content type='html'>Momentos antes de dormir, na cama e de luz apagada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, quando eu "ser" grande vou ter maminhas grandes, pois é?&lt;br /&gt;- Vais filha, tens é de comer tudo para crescer.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, já sei seeei. Mas vou ter maminhas muito muito muito muito grandes, pois é?&lt;br /&gt;- Não filha, muito muito muito grandes também não, depois fica feio.&lt;br /&gt;- Tá bem, muito muito muito muito grandes não. Só muito muito muito grandes, pois é?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8205687261986987822?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8205687261986987822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8205687261986987822' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8205687261986987822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8205687261986987822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/09/tamanho.html' title='Tamanho'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1658719760354049231</id><published>2008-09-08T23:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:33:20.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bem Estar'/><title type='text'>Há dias assim...</title><content type='html'>Cheguei a casa dos avós depois de um dia inteiro no hospital. A Inês que teve um dia todo normal com a excepção de ter ido para casa dos avós, depois da creche, disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, onde está o pai?&lt;br /&gt;- O pai está no hospital.&lt;br /&gt;- No hospital?? (disse ela com o ar mais espantado do mundo)&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, foi lá tratar de uma ferida mas "amanhã" volta.&lt;br /&gt;- Amanhã?? (ficou calada a pensar se diria hoje, é que às vezes troca a noção do tempo e o que foi hoje passou a ser ontem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudámos de assunto o que me valeu ganhar tempo para outras respostas. Mais tarde no carro a caminho de casa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, tenho saudades do pai.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei filha, mas ele volta.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas o que é que ele está a fazer?&lt;br /&gt;- Então, ele tinha uma ferida no pescoço e foi trata-la.&lt;br /&gt;- E o que é que a médica faz?&lt;br /&gt;- Tira-lhe a febre, dá-lhe um comprimido para as dores e pergunta-lhe se está melhor (simplifiquei eu desta forma um processo operatório)&lt;br /&gt;- Como a mim quando vou ao hospital?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim como a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após alguns minutos calada, viro-me para trás e vejo que já se encontra a dormir. Acho que a explicação foi suficiente para justificar a primeira grande ausência do pai. E que grande Pai ela tem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1658719760354049231?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1658719760354049231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1658719760354049231' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1658719760354049231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1658719760354049231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/09/h-dias-assim.html' title='Há dias assim...'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1366017692665972121</id><published>2008-09-01T11:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:59:33.833+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Animal de Estimação</title><content type='html'>Em casa dos avôs maternos este verão havia uma cadela, Kika, um gato, Ruca, um hamster, Noddy e até um grilo. Mas o animal escolhido pela Inês foi... um caracol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barato e fácil de substituir. Boa Inês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLvKxQCsQPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NC1ITZMVm1M/s1600-h/caracol3Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLvKxQCsQPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NC1ITZMVm1M/s400/caracol3Small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241005538844360946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1366017692665972121?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1366017692665972121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1366017692665972121' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1366017692665972121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1366017692665972121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/09/animal-de-estimao.html' title='Animal de Estimação'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLvKxQCsQPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NC1ITZMVm1M/s72-c/caracol3Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-5429855068637764148</id><published>2008-08-25T08:55:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:59:48.849+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Este ano foi assim...</title><content type='html'>Férias passadas na zona Oeste do País, com muito descanso e em família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLJrLC6-AfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GnusHUdCS4M/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLJrLC6-AfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GnusHUdCS4M/s400/F%C3%A9rias+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238367154092245490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto 1: Praia do Baleal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLQQjq_tpMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UL8wgbX6pp8/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLQQjq_tpMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UL8wgbX6pp8/s400/F%C3%A9rias+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238830471561716930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto 2: Bombarral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLQQ2mzlNeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pb2EbmaIwNE/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLQQ2mzlNeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pb2EbmaIwNE/s400/F%C3%A9rias+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238830796854605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto 3: Castelo de Óbidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLJsO_ubpTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jWez5M5UX1g/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLJsO_ubpTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jWez5M5UX1g/s400/F%C3%A9rias+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238368321465460018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto 4: Peniche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SL0cMZZ2-tI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eIB7VefF-9w/s1600-h/Lagoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SL0cMZZ2-tI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eIB7VefF-9w/s400/Lagoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241376540632480466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto 5: Lagoa de Óbidos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-5429855068637764148?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/5429855068637764148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=5429855068637764148' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5429855068637764148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5429855068637764148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/08/este-ano-foi-assim.html' title='Este ano foi assim...'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SLJrLC6-AfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GnusHUdCS4M/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2860829082195486964</id><published>2008-08-04T18:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:16.550Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Encerrado para Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SJc2_kosbMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ar9JbDcCAlI/s1600-h/ferias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SJc2_kosbMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ar9JbDcCAlI/s400/ferias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230709958008138946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2860829082195486964?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2860829082195486964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2860829082195486964' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2860829082195486964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2860829082195486964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/08/encerrado-para-frias.html' title='Encerrado para Férias'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SJc2_kosbMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ar9JbDcCAlI/s72-c/ferias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7701876099581995407</id><published>2008-07-29T00:11:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:16.693Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Coisas à Inês</title><content type='html'>18h00, horas de vir buscar a Inês ao Jardim de Infância:&lt;br /&gt;- Olá filha, está tudo bem? Brincaste muito?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim mãe.&lt;br /&gt;- Inês, que sandálias são essas que tens calçadas? Pensei logo que tivesse estragado as sandálias dela ou que tivesse tido algum "acidente" com xixi.&lt;br /&gt;- São da Sofia, mãe - a Sofia é a melhor amiga da Inês - Ela emprestou-me as dela e eu emprestei-lhe as minhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após alguns segundos a assimilar disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Sofia é melhor trocares de sandálias com a Inês não vá a tua mãe não gostar (sabia que devia ter dado mais atenção à cadeira de negociação e conflito).&lt;br /&gt;- Não, não, ela não se importa. Eu emprestei as minhas sandálias à Inês e agora vou assim para casa - disse a Sofia com o nariz empinado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algumas tentativas para as persuadir a trocarem de calçado acabei por vir com a Inês toda vaidosa com as sandálias da Sofia. No dia seguinte ao cruzar-me com a mãe da Sofia e depois de trocarmos opiniões, concordamos que se estas duas são assim com 3 anos quando tiverem 14 anos...estamos feitas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SI5X0Tm9-rI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GluBm3gcWNk/s1600-h/skech194533_63411_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SI5X0Tm9-rI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GluBm3gcWNk/s400/skech194533_63411_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228212773552257714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7701876099581995407?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7701876099581995407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7701876099581995407' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7701876099581995407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7701876099581995407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/07/coisas-ins.html' title='Coisas à Inês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SI5X0Tm9-rI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GluBm3gcWNk/s72-c/skech194533_63411_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7148398112725384376</id><published>2008-07-24T22:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:16.834Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fim-de-Semana'/><title type='text'>À Caça de Perdigotos</title><content type='html'>Este fim-de-semana fomos para casa dos avós, situada num meio rural e agrícola faz as delícias da Inês na descoberta de novas aventuras. A apanha de fruta pelo pomar revelou-se fácil mas de pouca duração, uma vez que a caixa levada para o efeito rapidamente ficou cheia. Seguiu-se a apanha de flores, actividade preferida da Inês, juntamente com a feitura de montes de terra, que podem ser casas, castelos ou montanhas dependendo da inspiração do momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De regresso, começamos a ver o interesse do P. em alguma coisa, que devido à distância entre nós não conseguíamos localizar, então após uma aproximação cuidadosa vimos dois animaizitos (aves) que corriam, corriam, corriam e eu e a Inês saímos ao seu alcance, a correr por entre as vinhas, a levantar uma camada de pó, lá íamos nós de mãos dadas a correr o mais depressa possível, atrás de um minúsculo animalzito com o meu pai a dizer - "Apanhem-no, apanhem-no que é um perdigoto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que o apanhamos mesmo? Depois de algumas festinhas e da Inês a dizer para o soltarmos, pusemos-lo no chão e foi vê-lo a correr, correr, correr. Diz a Inês logo de seguida:&lt;br /&gt;- "Foi ter com a Família dele, não é mãe? Foi salvo, pois foi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Perdigoto é o termo pela qual a cria da perdiz é conhecida nos meios rurais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SIjbcEJO6uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/w-oNlBb6Nro/s1600-h/perdiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SIjbcEJO6uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/w-oNlBb6Nro/s400/perdiz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226668642758748898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7148398112725384376?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7148398112725384376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7148398112725384376' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7148398112725384376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7148398112725384376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/07/caa-de-perdigotos.html' title='À Caça de Perdigotos'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SIjbcEJO6uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/w-oNlBb6Nro/s72-c/perdiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-5263752836532651687</id><published>2008-07-14T17:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:17.566Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fim-de-Semana'/><title type='text'>Badoca Safari Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reunida a equipa lá fomos nós de mala feita, geleira numa mão, máquina fotográfica na outra e mochila às costas, para o safari mais alentejano existente à face da terra. Depois de quase passarmos pela entrada sem dar conta da mesma, lá chegamos nós ao destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde palancas, cegonhas, gnus, araras, cabras, veados, bambis, tigres e um grande número de espécies existentes no parque, o passeio resultou num dia muito agradável e divertido num contacto muito próximo com os animais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tão desejado safari aconteceu por volta das 14h. Tendo sido mesmo o mais emocionante da aventura, uma vez que além de ser possível a observação dos animais de uma forma muito próxima, as crianças (e não só) adoraram os solavancos e as emoções proporcionadas pelo meio de transporte utilizado no safari: tractor a puxar os atrelados, apelidado de comboio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dos momentos deliciosos do dia foi a altura da refeição. Um parque de merendas coberto por uma vasta área de pinheiros fizeram a sombra perfeita para a ingestão de panados, batatas-fritas, pão, salada e fruta, com a grande diferença de termos pavões a apanhar as migalhas em vez de pardais ou pombas (chiquéeeerrimo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque não existe Bela sem senão, a parte a melhorar centra-se, na minha opinião, na área dos tigres. Todos os animais têm uma área normal/grande para viverem, correrem, fugirem... excepto os tigres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final do dia o balanço não podia ser melhor: um galo na cabeça, uma molha proporcionada pela nova atracção do parque - Rafting Africano, um joelho esfolado e a roupinha cheia de nódoas, por estas e outras razões o parque foi rebaptizado de &lt;span&gt;BADALHOCA PARK&lt;/span&gt;, com a promessa de voltar em breve!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam algumas fotos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223638654632458402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SH4Xrixd-KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DfmhiyoBQ0w/s400/DSCF0880.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Foto 1: Marabus Africanos, o animal mais feio do park, até que a foto o valorizou, acreditem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223640003561216146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SH4Y6D7JWJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/r1ggHYgB3hU/s400/DSCF0951.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Foto 2: Javali, também muito feio, mas com igual direito a um lugar ao sol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223641206695225554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SH4aAF8paNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oQLXkRNsrx4/s400/DSCF0933.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Foto 3: Rena, a lembrar Rodolfo do trenó do pai natal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223643339501488130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SH4b8PRSSAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tCaC3fyvDxQ/s400/DSCF0877.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Foto 4: Homo Sapiens Sapiens e as suas crias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-5263752836532651687?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/5263752836532651687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=5263752836532651687' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5263752836532651687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5263752836532651687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/07/badoca-park.html' title='Badoca Safari Park'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SH4Xrixd-KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DfmhiyoBQ0w/s72-c/DSCF0880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2131329692196855966</id><published>2008-07-08T18:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:17.946Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Pagar com a mesma moeda</title><content type='html'>A caminho de casa numa das poucas vezes em que a vamos buscar de carro:&lt;br /&gt;- "Mãe, olha pra mim."&lt;br /&gt;- "Agora não" - digo eu.&lt;br /&gt;- "Mãe, mãe olha".&lt;br /&gt;- "Não posso Inês, vou a conduzir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns segundos depois&lt;br /&gt;- "Mãe olha, agora sou eu a mãe e tu és a filha, tá bem?&lt;br /&gt;- "Tá bem"&lt;br /&gt;- Então tu dizes para eu olhar pra ti, que tens uma coisa pra eu ver, tá bem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu como só a queria ver entretida enquanto conduzia, lá ia dizendo "tá bem, tá bem".&lt;br /&gt;E dei inicio à inversão de papeis:&lt;br /&gt;- Inês olha pra mim  que tenho uma coisa pra te mostrar.&lt;br /&gt;- "Agora não posso,vou a conduzir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabichona não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SHOmBLpVtUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TcWGy1F3wAQ/s1600-h/DSCF0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SHOmBLpVtUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TcWGy1F3wAQ/s400/DSCF0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220698932288795970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2131329692196855966?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2131329692196855966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2131329692196855966' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2131329692196855966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2131329692196855966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/07/pagar-com-mesma-moeda.html' title='Pagar com a mesma moeda'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SHOmBLpVtUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TcWGy1F3wAQ/s72-c/DSCF0855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-3462106464310894164</id><published>2008-07-03T09:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:02:13.742+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agradecimentos'/><title type='text'>Obrigada P.</title><content type='html'>Todos os que visitam este espaço já perceberam a mudança de visual. Não fui eu a criadora, mas foi uma agradável surpresa vinda da minha cara metade. Fui surpreendida e gostei muito do resultado final. Obrigada P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-3462106464310894164?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/3462106464310894164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=3462106464310894164' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3462106464310894164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3462106464310894164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/07/obrigada-p.html' title='Obrigada P.'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-3468023013840608362</id><published>2008-07-02T10:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:55:41.960+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Praia</title><content type='html'>Depois da Inês tomar o pequeno almoço, digo-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Tens de te preparar rápido senão não esperam por ti na escola e perdes a camioneta:&lt;br /&gt;- Vou para a praia, mãe?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, vais.&lt;br /&gt;- Outra vez!?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim.&lt;br /&gt;- Obrigaaaaada mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ela ainda tenha fôlego para mais uma semana e meia :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-3468023013840608362?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/3468023013840608362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=3468023013840608362' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3468023013840608362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3468023013840608362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/07/praia.html' title='Praia'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6149460977341713173</id><published>2008-06-25T19:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:55:50.701+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Sem Comentários</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era pequena era magra e embora nunca tenha tido excesso de peso, já cheguei aos 70Kg (com a Inês na barriga). Quando eu era pequena ouvia todo o tipo de comentários:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lurdes come, Lurdes come! Não sais da mesa enquanto não comeres tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe lá ia dizendo às amigas:&lt;br /&gt;- Ela até é altita, mas é muito enfezadinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora com 33 anos ninguém me diz isso, mas...tenho uma filha que nunca teve acima do percentil 10 no peso. Estava eu a tentar vender um chapéu a uma avó quando perguntei a idade do pequeno:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tem 2 anos, ou melhor quase 2. Sabe é daqueles miúdos bem constituídos... nutridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engolida a resposta em seco, chapéu dentro do saco, promessa feita... Até a dormir vais ganhar peso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6149460977341713173?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6149460977341713173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6149460977341713173' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6149460977341713173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6149460977341713173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/sem-comentrios.html' title='Sem Comentários'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1230462419719863069</id><published>2008-06-25T18:27:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:43:27.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loja'/><title type='text'>Moediiinhas</title><content type='html'>- Quanto é?&lt;br /&gt;- São 80 cêntimos por favor.&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho aqui alguns troquinhos.&lt;br /&gt;(despeja o porta-moedas no balcão com €0,05, €0,02 e €0,01 cêntimos)&lt;br /&gt;- É que estas moedas são chatas sabe.&lt;br /&gt;(qual é a resposta que eu dou?qual é?)&lt;br /&gt;- São chatas para si e para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percebo porque razão deixam juntar tantas e depois querem ver-se livres delas de uma só vez, é que não há pachorra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1230462419719863069?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1230462419719863069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1230462419719863069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1230462419719863069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1230462419719863069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/moediiinhas.html' title='Moediiinhas'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-3915200221302129858</id><published>2008-06-23T08:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:18.189Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Temos Artista</title><content type='html'>Mais uma festa, mais uma grande interpretação! Desta vez no papel de zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SF9WQkFZbzI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZXSgardl4Mk/s1600-h/DSCF0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214981736082534194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SF9WQkFZbzI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZXSgardl4Mk/s400/DSCF0805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-3915200221302129858?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/3915200221302129858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=3915200221302129858' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3915200221302129858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3915200221302129858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/temos-artista.html' title='Temos Artista'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SF9WQkFZbzI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZXSgardl4Mk/s72-c/DSCF0805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6567105816184697566</id><published>2008-06-19T07:52:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:55:15.867+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Coisas à Inês</title><content type='html'>- Inês és vaidosa? - perguntei eu&lt;br /&gt;- Sim mãe, vaidosa e tiligente (inteligente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão pequenina e já aprendeu que a beleza exterior não é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Enche-me de orgulho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6567105816184697566?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6567105816184697566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6567105816184697566' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6567105816184697566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6567105816184697566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/coisas-ins.html' title='Coisas à Inês'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4292950879371720291</id><published>2008-06-16T14:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:18.613Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fim-de-Semana'/><title type='text'>Programa Para Fim-de-Semana</title><content type='html'>Para todos os que queiram experimentar uma actividade física ao ar livre, trabalhar para o bronze e estar em contacto com animais no seu habitat natural, deixo aqui uma proposta: A Apanha da batata. Já não digo arrancar batatas, uma vez que este processo já se faz com máquinas, mas apanhar as batatinhas durante pelo menos um bom par de horas é ter na certa uma boa noite de sono, o corpinho dorido no dia seguinte e um bronzeado limitado ao vestuário que se usou na apanha. Haverá coisa melhor?...não precisam de responder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SFZ2HSkl4iI/AAAAAAAAADg/8LOnKN0rV-Q/s1600-h/DSCF0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SFZ2HSkl4iI/AAAAAAAAADg/8LOnKN0rV-Q/s400/DSCF0734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212483486344405538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-4292950879371720291?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4292950879371720291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4292950879371720291' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4292950879371720291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4292950879371720291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/programa-para-fim-de-semana.html' title='Programa Para Fim-de-Semana'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SFZ2HSkl4iI/AAAAAAAAADg/8LOnKN0rV-Q/s72-c/DSCF0734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2414292166506296589</id><published>2008-06-12T18:48:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:18.807Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Superstições</title><content type='html'>Há quem tenha ferraduras, olhos turcos para afastar inveja, trevos de quatro folhas, enfim...existe no mercado uma panóplia de artigos deste género. E nós, cá em casa, também temos o nosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns mais cedo, outros mais tarde, uns compram, outros arranjam emprestado. Qualquer pai ou mãe sabe a importância de um aparelho de aerossóis. Ora bem, a nossa "máquina" ganhou importância a partir do momento em que a Inês ficava doente sempre que se arrumava a bendita. Portanto esta coisa é de tal modo poderosa que nunca mais voltou para o armário, e embora a Inês não esteja doente há bastante tempo, a dúvida persiste e como tal o nosso amuleto está num local bem visível e de destaque, como se de uma serigrafia, escultura ou até de um bouquet de flores se tratasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SFFl-f7oMvI/AAAAAAAAADY/jEePIJuK0-Q/s1600-h/aerossol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SFFl-f7oMvI/AAAAAAAAADY/jEePIJuK0-Q/s400/aerossol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211058368242266866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6309672901934568283-2414292166506296589?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2414292166506296589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2414292166506296589' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2414292166506296589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2414292166506296589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/supersties.html' title='Superstições'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SFFl-f7oMvI/AAAAAAAAADY/jEePIJuK0-Q/s72-c/aerossol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2284223656963032831</id><published>2008-06-09T13:03:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:18.955Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Espectáculo!!</title><content type='html'>Quem diz que em Portugal só se fazem coisas amadoras, engana-se! Foi ontem dia 08 de Junho o espectáculo de Final de ano da &lt;a href="http://www.escoladancaanakohler.com/"&gt;Escola de Dança Ana Köhler &lt;/a&gt;e foi lindo. Esta escola apresenta alguma diversidade de danças, desde Ballet até sevilhanas, tudo inserido no tema do Bailado que era Alice no País das Maravilhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até chorei quando vi entrar em cena a minha princesa vestida com tutu e embora seja suspeita, que grande interpretação.&lt;br /&gt;Fotos do evento ainda não existem mas se tiverem a qualidade das fotos dos espectáculos anteriores,... não vai haver paredes brancas lá em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SE0g0IZJ0EI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-Uc9YyBC-zo/s1600-h/0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209856423915802690" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SE0g0IZJ0EI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-Uc9YyBC-zo/s400/0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2284223656963032831?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2284223656963032831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2284223656963032831' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2284223656963032831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2284223656963032831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/espectculo.html' title='Espectáculo!!'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SE0g0IZJ0EI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-Uc9YyBC-zo/s72-c/0176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1006722266787281001</id><published>2008-06-07T23:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:19.599Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fim-de-Semana'/><title type='text'>Estreia</title><content type='html'>Enquanto a Inês ensaiava no Casino Estoril, para o espectáculo de amanhã, nós fomos para a praia. E bem que se lá estava! Estava um excelente dia, com calor, sem vento e a praia que não é grande estava com uma lotação q.b. Que manhã bem passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEsIq-F853I/AAAAAAAAADA/wYi0DYwo3eY/s1600-h/DSCF0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEsIq-F853I/AAAAAAAAADA/wYi0DYwo3eY/s400/DSCF0420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209266928299599730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1006722266787281001?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1006722266787281001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1006722266787281001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1006722266787281001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1006722266787281001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/estreia.html' title='Estreia'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEsIq-F853I/AAAAAAAAADA/wYi0DYwo3eY/s72-c/DSCF0420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7822934445772601169</id><published>2008-06-06T00:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:19.911Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>A partir de agora é oficial, mais um anito! E embora o bolo da foto não seja meu, devo dizer que me lambuzava agora com uma ou duas fatias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEhy5SxeAOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RXOXA_onvYM/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEhy5SxeAOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RXOXA_onvYM/s400/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208539297671413986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7822934445772601169?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7822934445772601169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7822934445772601169' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7822934445772601169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7822934445772601169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEhy5SxeAOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RXOXA_onvYM/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4447923659216924651</id><published>2008-06-05T18:48:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:20.083Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compras'/><title type='text'>E os Vencedores São...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEgnD0ZLJfI/AAAAAAAAACw/EAl9QPMdXDA/s1600-h/tenis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEgnD0ZLJfI/AAAAAAAAACw/EAl9QPMdXDA/s400/tenis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208455915611301362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-4447923659216924651?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4447923659216924651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4447923659216924651' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4447923659216924651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4447923659216924651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/minha-escolha-para-este-vero.html' title='E os Vencedores São...'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEgnD0ZLJfI/AAAAAAAAACw/EAl9QPMdXDA/s72-c/tenis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4333858435703604454</id><published>2008-06-01T10:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:20.212Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Criança</title><content type='html'>A propósito deste dia, e já andava com esta esgalhada a algum tempo, oferecemos à Inês as melhores clientes que alguma cabeleireira podia desejar. Não se queixam, não é preciso inventar assunto e independentemente do resultado têm sempre um sorriso nos lábios. É que isto de servir de modelo tem muito que se lhe diga e o meu cabelinho já estava farto de penar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEJxGL625FI/AAAAAAAAACo/0ONVNMlD_iU/s1600-h/DSCF0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEJxGL625FI/AAAAAAAAACo/0ONVNMlD_iU/s400/DSCF0362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206848470286525522" border="0" /&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/6309672901934568283-4333858435703604454?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4333858435703604454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4333858435703604454' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4333858435703604454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4333858435703604454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-mundial-da-criana.html' title='Dia Mundial da Criança'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SEJxGL625FI/AAAAAAAAACo/0ONVNMlD_iU/s72-c/DSCF0362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1201021115154160711</id><published>2008-05-25T20:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:48:56.122+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Coisas Fantásticas</title><content type='html'>A minha filha tem muitas coisas fantásticas, mas há uma que elejo como a mais contagiante. Tem uma gargalhada tão fantástica, mas tão fantástica que qualquer um se ri. É daquelas gargalhadas que demonstram tamanha espontaneidade que só nos resta apreciar tamanha felicidade. Melhor, mas melhor que isto é que várias são as vezes que a ouço gargalhar ao longo do dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-1201021115154160711?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1201021115154160711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1201021115154160711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1201021115154160711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1201021115154160711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/coisas-fantsticas.html' title='Coisas Fantásticas'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-3473455713539630816</id><published>2008-05-25T19:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:20.659Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Feira do Livro</title><content type='html'>A feira do livro estava a abarrotar no domingo à tarde. Não seria de esperar com tanta expectativa sobre "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abre, não abre, abre, não abre&lt;/span&gt;,"...abriu claro! Foi difícil convencer a Inês a não se agarrar a todos os livros que conseguia ver e mais difícil ainda foi escapar a um da Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDm3mkovTJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h519Xz_PhyU/s1600-h/Quero_a_Minha_Mae.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDm3mkovTJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h519Xz_PhyU/s400/Quero_a_Minha_Mae.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204392717700779154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDm3m0ovTKI/AAAAAAAAACY/dh7Y-sFCnh0/s1600-h/somos+todos+diferentes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDm3m0ovTKI/AAAAAAAAACY/dh7Y-sFCnh0/s400/somos+todos+diferentes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204392721995746466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDm3nEovTLI/AAAAAAAAACg/YKg9eI-X8hg/s1600-h/Casa+de+campo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDm3nEovTLI/AAAAAAAAACg/YKg9eI-X8hg/s400/Casa+de+campo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204392726290713778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-3473455713539630816?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/3473455713539630816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=3473455713539630816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3473455713539630816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3473455713539630816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/feira-do-livro.html' title='Feira do Livro'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDm3mkovTJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h519Xz_PhyU/s72-c/Quero_a_Minha_Mae.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7892558231486796259</id><published>2008-05-22T23:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:49:15.979+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Vânia Fernandes - Senhora do Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grande exibição, não é preciso ser Português para sentir a força daquela música. Sinto-me na presença de uma canção vencedora, com todas as características que só a nossa música consegue ter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a minha canção do momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7892558231486796259?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7892558231486796259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7892558231486796259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7892558231486796259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7892558231486796259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/vnia-fernandes-senhora-do-mar.html' title='Vânia Fernandes - Senhora do Mar'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-5774648864856261636</id><published>2008-05-20T18:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:49:23.008+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Lavar as Mãos</title><content type='html'>A Inês tem um método no que toca a lavar as mãos. Um dia destes fui espreitar essa lavagem e ouvi-a dizer enquanto esfregava vigorosamente as mãos: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eigth, nine, ten&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Já está!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-5774648864856261636?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/5774648864856261636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=5774648864856261636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5774648864856261636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5774648864856261636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/lavar-as-mos.html' title='Lavar as Mãos'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-2931070590926940559</id><published>2008-05-18T23:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:20.850Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>O Melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDCpWVSakqI/AAAAAAAAACE/NqIhP6wJaKU/s1600-h/DSCF0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDCpWVSakqI/AAAAAAAAACE/NqIhP6wJaKU/s400/DSCF0323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201843770749522594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando a Inês faz desenhos em casa normalmente prefere pintar ou fazer coisas abstractas, e quando na escola vejo os desenhos dela afixados tenho algumas dúvidas, às vezes, de que sejam seus. Desta vez tive a prova:&lt;br /&gt;- "Mãe vem cá", "Mãaaaae vem cá, "Ó Mãe..." depois de tanta persistência lá fui eu... e fui deveras surpreendida. Para provar só mesmo a foto, porque foi rapidamente apagado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-2931070590926940559?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/2931070590926940559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=2931070590926940559' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2931070590926940559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/2931070590926940559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-melhor_18.html' title='O Melhor'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SDCpWVSakqI/AAAAAAAAACE/NqIhP6wJaKU/s72-c/DSCF0323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-7542159894249536336</id><published>2008-05-17T10:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:59:15.570+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>Gostei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb2YOg_dkQM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb2YOg_dkQM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-7542159894249536336?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/7542159894249536336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=7542159894249536336' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7542159894249536336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/7542159894249536336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Gostei...'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6208479011493487749</id><published>2008-05-14T20:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:21.171Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Leitura Fresca</title><content type='html'>Há um ano que iniciei uma nova etapa na minha vida e assim nasceu a Leitura Fresca. Ainda muito há a fazer e por isso não faço nenhum balanço meticuloso sobre isso, mas arrependida não estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter mais tempo para a família, menos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; e preocupações são algo que não se paga com uma boa remuneração, não para mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É algo que descobri quando a Inês nasceu, quando tive que faltar ao trabalho para cuidar dela, quando vi o ar de incompreensão de uma Directora e quando depois de muitas noites sem dormir e sem faltar ao trabalho vi o agradecimento da parte dela. Acenar com uma cenoura é coisa para animais de quatro patas, por isso, muito obrigada mas está aqui o impresso para Segurança Social e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hasta la Vista..., p&lt;/span&gt;orque eu não vou esperar pelos 50 anos para achar que devia ter feito algo aos 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o mercado de trabalho não está para brincadeiras há que definir bem as prioridades: Se não sabem para onde ir nem o que fazer, então definam o que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não querem ter&lt;/span&gt; e talvez seja mais fácil chegar a alguma conclusão".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCtCD1SaknI/AAAAAAAAABs/ji4xak6Nkzg/s1600-h/DSCF0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCtCD1SaknI/AAAAAAAAABs/ji4xak6Nkzg/s400/DSCF0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200322828340728434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCtBxVSakmI/AAAAAAAAABk/v0SAr9aYTCI/s1600-h/DSCF0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCtBxVSakmI/AAAAAAAAABk/v0SAr9aYTCI/s400/DSCF0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200322510513148514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6208479011493487749?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6208479011493487749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6208479011493487749' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6208479011493487749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6208479011493487749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/leitura-fresca.html' title='Leitura Fresca'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCtCD1SaknI/AAAAAAAAABs/ji4xak6Nkzg/s72-c/DSCF0096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-6610371899156394105</id><published>2008-05-11T12:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:21.389Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>A Não Perder</title><content type='html'>Os bilhetes já estão comprados! Dia 08 de Junho às 17 horas, Casino Estoril, a escola de Ballet Ana Köhler apresenta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice no País das Maravilhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A não perder a grande interpretação da Inês!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCbeXVSaklI/AAAAAAAAABc/qfKkZ03KoHE/s1600-h/Convite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCbeXVSaklI/AAAAAAAAABc/qfKkZ03KoHE/s400/Convite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199087312278557266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-6610371899156394105?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/6610371899156394105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=6610371899156394105' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6610371899156394105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/6610371899156394105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-perder.html' title='A Não Perder'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCbeXVSaklI/AAAAAAAAABc/qfKkZ03KoHE/s72-c/Convite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8329348850782786626</id><published>2008-05-09T18:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:21.608Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inês'/><title type='text'>Carradas de Charme</title><content type='html'>Depois dos animais veio a fase da Branca de Neve, mas até esta já está a dar as últimas. O que está a dar é ser Barbie, cor preferida: rosa. Acho que também já a ouvi referir-se à Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se não tem irmãs qual será a fonte? Deve existir um código entre as meninas daquela creche, onde menino não entra, até porque menino não veste rosa. Pelo menos é o que a Inês diz. Bem, não sendo rosa a minha cor preferida é certo que passei a gostar muito mais desta cor depois que a Inês a descobriu. Quase aposto que se os vegetais se vestissem de rosa seriam muito apreciados, pelo menos pelas meninas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto tudo porque chegou à loja a colecção de óculos de sol e a Inês a dizer: "E estes mãe? E estes?" Depois de experimentar uns 20 pares o resultado foi este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCSUwuaBCjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m9I6F8e-FzY/s1600-h/In%C3%AAs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCSUwuaBCjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m9I6F8e-FzY/s400/In%C3%AAs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198443434704177714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8329348850782786626?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8329348850782786626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8329348850782786626' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8329348850782786626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8329348850782786626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/carradas-de-charme.html' title='Carradas de Charme'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCSUwuaBCjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m9I6F8e-FzY/s72-c/In%C3%AAs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-5866595109900711425</id><published>2008-05-08T15:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:21.756Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bem Estar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Boas Notícias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCMQQuMbFdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/votI_csA5c4/s1600-h/dieta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCMQQuMbFdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/votI_csA5c4/s400/dieta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198016274379773394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo em falta, lá marquei a consulta com a Andreia, nutricionista. E não é que havia boas notícias! Desde Janeiro no ginásio com um intervalo de 2 meses (motivos profissionais), com uma dieta à minha medida e um objectivo. Perder 2kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objectivos Alcançados:&lt;br /&gt;- Menos 2,5 kg;&lt;br /&gt;- Menos 4 cm de perímetro abdominal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Próximo Objectivo:&lt;br /&gt;- perder mais centímetros de perímetro abdominal (vulgar barriga).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-5866595109900711425?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/5866595109900711425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=5866595109900711425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5866595109900711425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5866595109900711425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/boas-notcias.html' title='Boas Notícias'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SCMQQuMbFdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/votI_csA5c4/s72-c/dieta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4673777764360280807</id><published>2008-05-06T18:57:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:46:00.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Televisão'/><title type='text'>Finalmente... Oposição!</title><content type='html'>Ao escrever sobre o PSD, e por isso sobre a oposição, lembrei-me que finalmente temos concorrência aos "Gato Fedorento" com a nova série "Os Contemporâneos". Pela parte que me toca... gostei! Acho que se avizinham boas séries portuguesas de humor e de bom humor, se é que me faço entender. Bom trabalho, Produções Fictícias e em quem aposta neles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVnEOlz38WI&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVnEOlz38WI&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-4673777764360280807?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4673777764360280807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4673777764360280807' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4673777764360280807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4673777764360280807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/finalmenteoposio.html' title='Finalmente... Oposição!'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-3915966408109980802</id><published>2008-05-06T18:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:54:41.744+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Política'/><title type='text'>Politicamente Falando</title><content type='html'>Não se assustem os que pensam que vou escrever sobre política, mas não pensem que agora que tenho finalmente uma oportunidade me esquivo. Não sou da direita, mas não consigo ver um partido político à deriva, por isso, quando o Menezes fez, o que era previsível há meses, fiquei satisfeita. É a oportunidade de o partido tomar rumo, e eis que aparecem alguns candidatos ao título.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste leque apenas opino sobre dois: Pedro Santana Lopes,...arre....guhhf....porra que o homem não desiste. E Manuela Ferreira Leite, a candidata rica em fibra, como já houve uma dama de ferro quis ser original, para pôr o PSD a fazer oposição. De realçar que foi das únicas pessoas a não apoiar a candidatura do Pedro Santana Lopes no mandato anterior e de que quando não acredita não apoia, nem tem medo de ser excluída do grupo pelas suas convicções. Não sei se é uma grande política mas é uma grande Mulher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-3915966408109980802?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/3915966408109980802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=3915966408109980802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3915966408109980802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/3915966408109980802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/politicamente-falando.html' title='Politicamente Falando'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-4102527212717291496</id><published>2008-05-04T09:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:13:17.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mãe</title><content type='html'>Se o dia da mãe é todos os dias então é justo haver pelo menos um dia em que se comemore. Eu sou mãe há 3 anos e se todos os dias fico surpreendida com os feitos da minha filha também há dias em que é preciso doses de paciência e muita racionalidade para não se perder a cabeça. tenho alguma expectativa pela fase seguinte, supostamente mais crescida, com menos birras e por isso mais fácil. Será???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto hoje é sobre a minha mãe que me quero debruçar. Dona de um respeitável feitio, severa q.b. passámos a minha adolescência às turras. Eu não fazia o que ela queria, na minha opinião ela era antiquada e muito exigente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passaram-se uns anitos e a minha visão do que era a minha mãe mudou. Ela realmente mudou, ficou menos exigente, foi cedendo às suas próprias limitações, começou a compreender e a aceitar os outros com as suas diferenças. Mas eu também mudei, compreendi que educar é sem dúvida o que de mais difícil há, além de muito cansativo. Quando na altura via os não da minha mãe como uma oposição às minhas vontades, vejo agora o estabelecimento de regras e princípios que me fazem agir actualmente da mesma forma e que me levaram a ser quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se enquanto criança era com o meu pai com quem melhor me relacionava, agora em adulta é na minha mãe que encontro as minhas maiores referências. Olhando para trás vejo uma mulher que além de trabalhar, era responsável pela casa e pelos filhos. Era com ela que ia aos parques, visitava os museus da cidade, fazia as filhós tradicionais da terra, entre outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa sei,... se há Super Mulheres a minha mãe é uma delas! Amo-te mãe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-4102527212717291496?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/4102527212717291496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=4102527212717291496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4102527212717291496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/4102527212717291496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/dia-da-me.html' title='Dia da Mãe'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-321678525338493534</id><published>2008-05-02T18:44:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:34:53.365+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estúpidoooo!</title><content type='html'>Num dia com sol q.b. uma temperatura agradável e um almoço em família, eis que me deparei com a cena mais preconceituosa que vi nos últimos tempos. Digo últimos tempos pois acredito, infelizmente, que não estou livre de cenas como esta futuramente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retomando o assunto, íamos nós na conhecida 2ªCircular, em Lisboa, na faixa da direita, sentido Benfica/Aeroporto, a circular a 50 ou 60Km/h, quando ao aproximarmo-nos da entrada que vem da casa amarela (Colégio Alemão) estava um carro parado à espera da melhor oportunidade para entrar na 2ªCircular. Atrás deste estava um daqueles ases da estrada que farto de esperar que a condutora se decidisse resolve ultrapassá-la entrando  na nossa faixa. A reacção possível foi travar devagar e esperar que os carros atrás de nós também o fizessem. Mas o irresponsável achou que tinha razão e parou o carro na faixa da direita ao lado do carro que tinha acabado de ultrapassar para argumentar, chamar nomes, ofender a condutora, isto em plena 2ªCircular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os condutores ao aperceberem-se de que este tinha parado o carro travaram o mais possível e a cena foi digna de qualquer filme do Harry Potter quando os carros se encolhem e passam uns pelos outros. Pelo menos nós no carro encolhemos-nos. Acho que pelo menos 4 carros ficaram a poucos centímetros de não baterem, e quanto ao condutor que provocou tal situação ainda teve tempo de ir uns metros ao lado da condutora a por a mão de fora do vidro  num gesto universalmente conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam apenas duas perguntas por responder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Se fosse um homem que estivesse parado à espera para entrar na 2ªCircular esta situação teria ido tão longe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quem foi que aprovou este anormal no exame de condução?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-321678525338493534?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/321678525338493534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=321678525338493534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/321678525338493534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/321678525338493534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/05/estpidoooo.html' title='Estúpidoooo!'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-5344366783251866831</id><published>2008-04-24T22:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:58:10.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedra no Sapato</title><content type='html'>Hoje e finalmente hoje aconteceu! Não é que passados 4 meses de esforço, grande suor, horários esticados para não faltar, dieta alimentar e ainda sessão com nutricionista... me perguntam se estou grávida? É óbvio que não, não se vê logo? Depois de menos 2kg e menos dois buracos no cinto das calças ainda me continuam a fazer estas perguntas? Lá porque a minha barriguinha proeminente trava o mais duro combate com as sessões de ginásio, não quer dizer que se aceitem ajudas vindas do exterior, sim porque isso foi um golpe baixo à minha auto-estima e tanto é que fiquei aborrecida com o sucessido, como se sentisse o incómodo que é andar com uma pedrinha no sapato durante o dia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-5344366783251866831?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/5344366783251866831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=5344366783251866831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5344366783251866831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/5344366783251866831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/04/pedra-no-sapato.html' title='Pedra no Sapato'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-8277282825068284430</id><published>2008-04-22T19:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:10:45.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Horas  - Hora da Quebra</title><content type='html'>A minha princesa está uma crescida, mas vá lá saber-se porquê às vezes comporta-se como se tivesse três anos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ups&lt;/span&gt;... tem mesmo três anos! "Cabeça da Mãe!"- diz ela sempre que eu me engano. Mas saber porque é que as crianças têm comportamentos de nos tirar do sério e de se desejar pela paz e sossego da noite, eu até sei. Basta olhar para a estante de manuais e livros, que foram meus companheiros durante 5 anos, e vem ao de cima as teorias que explicam estas coisinhas todas... tintim por tintim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com muita pena minha ainda não descobri em nenhum manual, mas ando a tentar, como é que estes pequenos seres conseguem ter energias, fôlego, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;"estaleca&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;para depois de um dia preenchido ainda andarem cheios de actividade, quando nós (cá em casa) estamos de rastos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após se assentar arraiais, comer qualquer coisa rápida, fazer qualquer brincadeira, está na hora de retomar: banhos por tomar, jantar por fazer, loiça por arrumar. Mangas arregaçadas que só ainda são 19 Horas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309672901934568283-8277282825068284430?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/8277282825068284430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=8277282825068284430' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8277282825068284430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/8277282825068284430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/04/19-horas-hora-da-quebra.html' title='19 Horas  - Hora da Quebra'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309672901934568283.post-1615760897431394508</id><published>2008-04-21T18:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:22.070Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Quero a Minha Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SAzXsnt3DNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TTKP8vver00/s1600-h/60390003_Quero_a_Minha_Mae.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SAzXsnt3DNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TTKP8vver00/s320/60390003_Quero_a_Minha_Mae.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191761632026889426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUERO A MINHA MÃE! – gritou a Princesinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quando as coisas não correm bem à Princesinha, só uma pessoa consegue alegrá-la... Mas quando a Princesinha finalmente aprender a ficar sozinha, como se sentirá a sua mãe, a Rainha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não li este livro, mas fiquei curiosa. Assim que o fizer direi de minha justiça.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6309672901934568283-1615760897431394508?l=opinioesaparte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/feeds/1615760897431394508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309672901934568283&amp;postID=1615760897431394508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1615760897431394508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309672901934568283/posts/default/1615760897431394508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opinioesaparte.blogspot.com/2008/04/quero-minha-me.html' title='Quero a Minha Mãe'/><author><name>Lurdes Silva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/STgTquHxU7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_iWFtQs4xGs/S220/perfil.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMXuJceTQ0c/SAzXsnt3DNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TTKP8vver00/s72-c/60390003_Quero_a_Minha_Mae.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
