Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tie Button Up Shirt Untucked
Greetings from Strasbourg
Cross Stitch Pattern Wrestler Wwe
technology collapse
soon as I had last week I got to the end and the clock was around 19.10 on Sunday evening, there began this week, which is completely different from the last. (This would got a great kölsche phenotype displayed, so "that differ in the total is from last week"). Would be. Actually.
On the way out of the stadium someone was in a hurry and "katschong" - metal and broken glass! Nope, dear reader, princesses have no urge to run as little as queens. Just then another. The princess sat sulking on the chair because kaputt.Phhhh car.
As if that was not enough finger, then also the espresso machine to rattle on and pretended to be on its last legs, it lacks only one seal, unbelievable. Princesses without coach and without espresso machine can have ganz schön gereizt auf allerlei reagieren. Oh ja.
Und dann heute, als ob mir der Technik-Gott den Stinkefinger zeigen wollte, ging das Batteriefach von meiner kleinen Funkmaus plötzlich nicht mehr auf, so dass ich nach Alternativen suchen musste. Nein, Touchpads sind keine. Nie.
So, liebes Universum, wie lautet Deine Botschaft????? Leave all the technik behind und geh nach draussen??? Oder was? Beweg Dich?? Nimm Dein Notizbuch anstelle des Notebooks? Geht nicht, ich muss ja elektronisch liefern. Also was jetzt? Wenn Du mit mir sprichst, dann sprich gefälligst deutlich, wie soll ich Dich sonst verstehen? Und wenn Du etwas willst, sag' es einfach, eier' nicht drumherum. Das ist so anstrengend, Finally, I'm blond. Real. 
soon as I had last week I got to the end and the clock was around 19.10 on Sunday evening, there began this week, which is completely different from the last. (This would got a great kölsche phenotype displayed, so "that differ in the total is from last week"). Would be. Actually.
On the way out of the stadium someone was in a hurry and "katschong" - metal and broken glass! Nope, dear reader, princesses have no urge to run as little as queens. Just then another. The princess sat sulking on the chair because kaputt.Phhhh car.
As if that was not enough finger, then also the espresso machine to rattle on and pretended to be on its last legs, it lacks only one seal, unbelievable. Princesses without coach and without espresso machine can have ganz schön gereizt auf allerlei reagieren. Oh ja.
Und dann heute, als ob mir der Technik-Gott den Stinkefinger zeigen wollte, ging das Batteriefach von meiner kleinen Funkmaus plötzlich nicht mehr auf, so dass ich nach Alternativen suchen musste. Nein, Touchpads sind keine. Nie.
So, liebes Universum, wie lautet Deine Botschaft????? Leave all the technik behind und geh nach draussen??? Oder was? Beweg Dich?? Nimm Dein Notizbuch anstelle des Notebooks? Geht nicht, ich muss ja elektronisch liefern. Also was jetzt? Wenn Du mit mir sprichst, dann sprich gefälligst deutlich, wie soll ich Dich sonst verstehen? Und wenn Du etwas willst, sag' es einfach, eier' nicht drumherum. Das ist so anstrengend, Finally, I'm blond. Real.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Remove Thule Cylinders
Viva la France
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Shingles And Elbow Pain
stroll
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Cartman Computer Smiley
Customs
I Customs week or so. Rheinauhafen and books, chocolate cake with four layers (!!!!) at the Chocolate Museum, Cologne Arena, rainy weather. Roncalli Square and Fööss - forty years on the stage. Incredibly rushed time. I still remember the silver anniversary and a special interview of a little boy, who then asked the men for 20 years, it seems like yesterday. Escht.
heard singing in groups, so Cologne always to Monday there were 8000 singers and a colored cathedral, beamed with joy all red, so beautiful. The program could easily can be extended to several days if they had played for everything. Will not do so. Sorry. Maybe the Golden? Jinge dat?
If you want to play on in Cologne, the Roncalli Square, one has to be something special, otherwise there's no approval. Same time a restraining order obtained because of potential disturbance, before you start to play, monstrous, are important as some inner city residents. The Cardinal was sure nicht.Säht's number.
Tuesday Football Müngersdorf, Poldi gala in the wrong, because the national jersey. When the now-white ever so well, please, away goals are also hot seller. Da simmer nit esu.
Today again sing along with the stink-musicians. So amazing. Three hours of pleasure with notes and the living proof that integration goes. Turkish Kölsch is a working mixture, the hip movement is still gorgeous and the animation moved the audience, "Boom Boom" is also smooth the hips rotate to let cok güzel, leev Lückscher.
provided evidence that we also consume plenty of umlauts Kölschen: Koelle, Schnüss, Jacob, Bützjer, Büüdsche, Öllig, Föttschesföhler, Nühmaatskrad and, really true, you can oriental a very simple Aahlaaaaaaaaaaaahahaaaaaaaaaf To sing without bend, except at the hip, un Thurs Hürter dat esu.
And learned: Leipzig is on the peel Sick, dä! Woret beautiful. visit 
I Customs week or so. Rheinauhafen and books, chocolate cake with four layers (!!!!) at the Chocolate Museum, Cologne Arena, rainy weather. Roncalli Square and Fööss - forty years on the stage. Incredibly rushed time. I still remember the silver anniversary and a special interview of a little boy, who then asked the men for 20 years, it seems like yesterday. Escht.
heard singing in groups, so Cologne always to Monday there were 8000 singers and a colored cathedral, beamed with joy all red, so beautiful. The program could easily can be extended to several days if they had played for everything. Will not do so. Sorry. Maybe the Golden? Jinge dat?
If you want to play on in Cologne, the Roncalli Square, one has to be something special, otherwise there's no approval. Same time a restraining order obtained because of potential disturbance, before you start to play, monstrous, are important as some inner city residents. The Cardinal was sure nicht.Säht's number.
Tuesday Football Müngersdorf, Poldi gala in the wrong, because the national jersey. When the now-white ever so well, please, away goals are also hot seller. Da simmer nit esu.
Today again sing along with the stink-musicians. So amazing. Three hours of pleasure with notes and the living proof that integration goes. Turkish Kölsch is a working mixture, the hip movement is still gorgeous and the animation moved the audience, "Boom Boom" is also smooth the hips rotate to let cok güzel, leev Lückscher.
provided evidence that we also consume plenty of umlauts Kölschen: Koelle, Schnüss, Jacob, Bützjer, Büüdsche, Öllig, Föttschesföhler, Nühmaatskrad and, really true, you can oriental a very simple Aahlaaaaaaaaaaaahahaaaaaaaaaf To sing without bend, except at the hip, un Thurs Hürter dat esu.
And learned: Leipzig is on the peel Sick, dä! Woret beautiful. visit
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Prom Dress For Large Boobs
Prince Watching
princesses Atypical environments is always back to my life. Yesterday, there should be a sports event, "The Moment of Truth" - boxing. Fight for a world title with a social program. I was invited, which certainly explains a lot. Curious, I can be good.
hacked Supporting acts are tattooed young men unzenbeschwerten leather fists around the eyes and ears. One of the still nameless was the stage name "Prince Anyway" looked pretty unprinzlich however, resembled but he more those animals with the sharp faces weichenm coat and a keen game engine that smell so bad - so nothing princesses compatible. Yes, it is possible that I do not understand. And?
full expectation of great things we saw the end kickboxing girls, whose main attraction is certainly the doctorate of an Amazon, was but the announcer pointed out several times. Yes, she has won and so, deserves, as far as my pink eye right to that opinion.
Meanwhile filled the immediate area of \u200b\u200bthe ring - again well shielded from, yes, against what or whom? And then announced it to us - the national football team So part of it. The Bastian was allowed to give an interview and managed that, too, although he was already a bit looked annoyed, but could have also leaned on the pseudo competent lady with the microphone, their importance for an optical medium with very little, very colorful dress and gold high heels underlined. Beautiful scarf wearing of Bastian.
Then came the Prince Poldi kölsche say - which should also recite the phone book - thunderous applause. Kindred he was the Felix, ah, how sweet. Immigrant links.
Yeah, and then the main event - a new announcer, even more famous than his almost legendary boxer "rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, professional boxing, middleweight, WM. Na and? Gedöhns much, yes, he has defended him his title, just when I got that right. Tusch, Goldflitterfeuerwerk, belt delivery, congratulations. And good.
you ask me now if I do that again? Hm, hard to say. I always wanted to see a boxing match, yes, absolutely, I can check off yes now, Poldi I see regularly again on Sunday, already, on the lawn. Green is nice, even though there's only a prince. Everything I need anyway. " Or? Ah, but to win the right to Prince. Please. 
princesses Atypical environments is always back to my life. Yesterday, there should be a sports event, "The Moment of Truth" - boxing. Fight for a world title with a social program. I was invited, which certainly explains a lot. Curious, I can be good.
hacked Supporting acts are tattooed young men unzenbeschwerten leather fists around the eyes and ears. One of the still nameless was the stage name "Prince Anyway" looked pretty unprinzlich however, resembled but he more those animals with the sharp faces weichenm coat and a keen game engine that smell so bad - so nothing princesses compatible. Yes, it is possible that I do not understand. And?
full expectation of great things we saw the end kickboxing girls, whose main attraction is certainly the doctorate of an Amazon, was but the announcer pointed out several times. Yes, she has won and so, deserves, as far as my pink eye right to that opinion.
Meanwhile filled the immediate area of \u200b\u200bthe ring - again well shielded from, yes, against what or whom? And then announced it to us - the national football team So part of it. The Bastian was allowed to give an interview and managed that, too, although he was already a bit looked annoyed, but could have also leaned on the pseudo competent lady with the microphone, their importance for an optical medium with very little, very colorful dress and gold high heels underlined. Beautiful scarf wearing of Bastian.
Then came the Prince Poldi kölsche say - which should also recite the phone book - thunderous applause. Kindred he was the Felix, ah, how sweet. Immigrant links.
Yeah, and then the main event - a new announcer, even more famous than his almost legendary boxer "rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, professional boxing, middleweight, WM. Na and? Gedöhns much, yes, he has defended him his title, just when I got that right. Tusch, Goldflitterfeuerwerk, belt delivery, congratulations. And good.
you ask me now if I do that again? Hm, hard to say. I always wanted to see a boxing match, yes, absolutely, I can check off yes now, Poldi I see regularly again on Sunday, already, on the lawn. Green is nice, even though there's only a prince. Everything I need anyway. " Or? Ah, but to win the right to Prince. Please.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
I'm Getting A Rash Taking Mucinex Dm
cold, cramps, Kings - a review
Der Ötztaler Radmarathon schreibt wie immer viele Geschichten. Der 30. Ötztaler hatte seine eigenen, vor und hinter den Kulissen. 4.294 Startpakete wurden abgeholt, 4.173 Radfahrer aus 27 Nationen sind dann schlussendlich am Sonntagmorgen gestartet, einer davon war ich.
Als morgens um 4 der Wecker klingelte, nach einer viel zu kurzen Nacht ging mein 1. Gang auf den Balkon, das Wetter prüfen. Freitag und Samstag hatte es geregnet und gestürmt, keine idealen Voraussetzungen für eine Tour durch die Alpen. Ich empfand es mehr als kalt, aber es war trocken, so zitterte ich noch recht verschlafen in Richtung Frühstücksraum wo sich die Italiener schon Bergeweise die Pasta in den Magen schoben. Nach 3 Tassen Kaffee und etlichen Brötchen mit Marmelade und Nutella fühlte ich mich dann auch startklar. Die Sachen hatte ich am Abend vorher schon zurecht gelegt, bei den Temperaturen dachte ich, lieber erstmal etwas zuviel anziehen als zu wenig. Die Temperatur beim Start um 6:45 Uhr betrug eisige +3°, ich stand in einer endlosen Schlange von Radlern und wartete seit 6:00 auf den Kanonenschuß.
Die gefürchtete erste Abfahrt von Sölden nach Ötz, wo viele zu Beginn des Rennens vollgepumpt mit Adrenalin in die Pedale treten, verlief zum Glück reibungslos. Beim Anstieg auf den ersten Gipfel des Tages lief noch alles sehr gut, mal wurde ich überholt, mal überholte ich andere. Immerhin belegte ich auf diesem Abschnitt Platz 1294. Kurz vorm Ochsengarten, die stärkste Steigung des Tages mit 18%, flog kurz über den Bäumen ein Hubschruber and filmed the whole thing, just a cool feeling. Top of the 1.Verpflegung it looked like a battlefield, empty packages of cereal bars, banana peels, all left here drinking cup. Just before the torch, at approximately km 120, the first muscle cramps became noticeable, so I let go the group and struggled with some others to the 2 Labe. There Were there plenty of magnesium and a troubled stomach of the time took me 15 minutes :-) The Demon confectionery blend of power gel, electrolyte drinks and too much jam for breakfast showed its effect.
Up to Jaufenpass I found my rhythm again, the weather was just great. So always nice equally stimulating, but it took a hell of long way. 21 km are uphill then not without, but the worst was yet to come. It then went downhill as the noise, just under 80km / h top speed, blocked roads, 3 cans of Red Bull in the blood, because the adrenaline shot through the body.
The descent to St. Leonhard led almost directly to hell, from here began the great suffering, followed by 28.7 km with 1759 Hm Suddenly a rush of blood, the wheel just to stop along the road and lie down on the spot . It is extremely exhausting, three hours drive up a mountain, although you do not feel at all any more. But at the meeting on Friday had to ourselves in this Momente vorbereitet, das war der Kampf gegen den eigenen Schweinehund. Warum ist man hier? Weil man es sich selber ausgesucht hat. Also nicht jammern sondern weiter fahren und den Schweinehund so lange prügeln bis er verstummt.
Meinen Puls bekamm ich schon lange nicht mehr über 140, also immer schön gleichmässig auf dem großen Ritzel durch die Serpentinen. Als ich endlich den letzten Tunnel vor mir sah wußte ich es ist bald geschafft, noch 2 km bis zur Passhöhe. Und jedes Mal wenn ich einen schiebenden oder noch langsameren Fahrer überholte gings mir besser:-)
Oben auf dem Pass letztmalig die Windjacke übergezogen und mich in die Abfahrt gestürzt, bis zum Gegenanstieg. Tatsächlich ist ein letzter Random with 220 meters of the toll of the last increase cursed a busy day. From there the last 30 minutes to finish we went to Sölden is almost entirely downhill. A final curve, bold grin while the speaker calls your name, then was the time to stand at 11:36.49,9. Make room in total 2820th
Conclusion: The hours are almost as bad as after the race, I felt nothing except pain and would never ride a bike. My bum was numb after midday on Monday on his way home ;-) couple of days, the thing all over again and you make anderst has big plans for next year. There
All images can be seen here.
http://cycling.posterous.com/kalte-krampfe-konige-ein-ruckblick
Der Ötztaler Radmarathon schreibt wie immer viele Geschichten. Der 30. Ötztaler hatte seine eigenen, vor und hinter den Kulissen. 4.294 Startpakete wurden abgeholt, 4.173 Radfahrer aus 27 Nationen sind dann schlussendlich am Sonntagmorgen gestartet, einer davon war ich.
Als morgens um 4 der Wecker klingelte, nach einer viel zu kurzen Nacht ging mein 1. Gang auf den Balkon, das Wetter prüfen. Freitag und Samstag hatte es geregnet und gestürmt, keine idealen Voraussetzungen für eine Tour durch die Alpen. Ich empfand es mehr als kalt, aber es war trocken, so zitterte ich noch recht verschlafen in Richtung Frühstücksraum wo sich die Italiener schon Bergeweise die Pasta in den Magen schoben. Nach 3 Tassen Kaffee und etlichen Brötchen mit Marmelade und Nutella fühlte ich mich dann auch startklar. Die Sachen hatte ich am Abend vorher schon zurecht gelegt, bei den Temperaturen dachte ich, lieber erstmal etwas zuviel anziehen als zu wenig. Die Temperatur beim Start um 6:45 Uhr betrug eisige +3°, ich stand in einer endlosen Schlange von Radlern und wartete seit 6:00 auf den Kanonenschuß.
Die gefürchtete erste Abfahrt von Sölden nach Ötz, wo viele zu Beginn des Rennens vollgepumpt mit Adrenalin in die Pedale treten, verlief zum Glück reibungslos. Beim Anstieg auf den ersten Gipfel des Tages lief noch alles sehr gut, mal wurde ich überholt, mal überholte ich andere. Immerhin belegte ich auf diesem Abschnitt Platz 1294. Kurz vorm Ochsengarten, die stärkste Steigung des Tages mit 18%, flog kurz über den Bäumen ein Hubschruber and filmed the whole thing, just a cool feeling. Top of the 1.Verpflegung it looked like a battlefield, empty packages of cereal bars, banana peels, all left here drinking cup. Just before the torch, at approximately km 120, the first muscle cramps became noticeable, so I let go the group and struggled with some others to the 2 Labe. There Were there plenty of magnesium and a troubled stomach of the time took me 15 minutes :-) The Demon confectionery blend of power gel, electrolyte drinks and too much jam for breakfast showed its effect.
Up to Jaufenpass I found my rhythm again, the weather was just great. So always nice equally stimulating, but it took a hell of long way. 21 km are uphill then not without, but the worst was yet to come. It then went downhill as the noise, just under 80km / h top speed, blocked roads, 3 cans of Red Bull in the blood, because the adrenaline shot through the body.
The descent to St. Leonhard led almost directly to hell, from here began the great suffering, followed by 28.7 km with 1759 Hm Suddenly a rush of blood, the wheel just to stop along the road and lie down on the spot . It is extremely exhausting, three hours drive up a mountain, although you do not feel at all any more. But at the meeting on Friday had to ourselves in this Momente vorbereitet, das war der Kampf gegen den eigenen Schweinehund. Warum ist man hier? Weil man es sich selber ausgesucht hat. Also nicht jammern sondern weiter fahren und den Schweinehund so lange prügeln bis er verstummt.
Meinen Puls bekamm ich schon lange nicht mehr über 140, also immer schön gleichmässig auf dem großen Ritzel durch die Serpentinen. Als ich endlich den letzten Tunnel vor mir sah wußte ich es ist bald geschafft, noch 2 km bis zur Passhöhe. Und jedes Mal wenn ich einen schiebenden oder noch langsameren Fahrer überholte gings mir besser:-)
Oben auf dem Pass letztmalig die Windjacke übergezogen und mich in die Abfahrt gestürzt, bis zum Gegenanstieg. Tatsächlich ist ein letzter Random with 220 meters of the toll of the last increase cursed a busy day. From there the last 30 minutes to finish we went to Sölden is almost entirely downhill. A final curve, bold grin while the speaker calls your name, then was the time to stand at 11:36.49,9. Make room in total 2820th
Conclusion: The hours are almost as bad as after the race, I felt nothing except pain and would never ride a bike. My bum was numb after midday on Monday on his way home ;-) couple of days, the thing all over again and you make anderst has big plans for next year. There
All images can be seen here.
http://cycling.posterous.com/kalte-krampfe-konige-ein-ruckblick
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