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Deu no New York Times
quinta-feira, julho 26, 2007


"Após 6 anos desaparecida, Caru Fogaça reaparece em show da Cowbell no Na Mata Café"
Folha de São Paulo

"Caru Fogaça, com seu maravilhoso colar de pérolas, faz aparição surpresa no Na Mata Café para rever antigos amigos, dos quais ela mal lembrava o nome" -
The New York Times

hahahaha... Victor Victor sempre jogando baixo!



Thô lindo
quarta-feira, julho 25, 2007


Thothô lindo já leu o último Harry Potter (em menos de 2 dias!! ORGULHO!!!) e me contou o fim.

Emocionante!!! Não vou escrever aqui para não cortar o barato de ninguém, mas quem quiser mais informações, me avise!



Polar Bear
quinta-feira, julho 19, 2007


Agora letrinhas pra lá de divertidas...

Uma música vinda de Maricota e a "música do momento do mundo", according to Vitor Vitor.

"stickshifts and safetybelts,bucket seats have all got to go.when we're driving in the car,it makes my baby seem so far.i need you here with me,not way over in a bucket seat.i need you to be here with me,not way over in a bucket seat. but when we're driving in my malibu,it's easy to get right next to you.i say, baby, scoot over, please.and then she's right there next to me.i need you here with me,not way over in a bucket seat.i need you to be here with me,not way over in a bucket seat. well a lot of good cars are japanese.but when we're driving far,i need my baby,i need my baby next to me. well, stickshifts and safetybelts,bucket seats have all got to go.when we're driving in the car,it makes my baby seem so far.i need you here with me,not way over in a bucket seat.i need you to be here with me,not way over in a bucket seat." Stickshifts and safetybealts, Cake.

"Polar Bear where did you come from and how´d you get here? It´s like sushi without the rice How can there be a polar bear without ice?" Polar Bear, by Driveshaft, do Lost.



Chicão e as melodias
terça-feira, julho 17, 2007


Agora que o Chicão chegou e é o mais novo querido da família, o plano é:

pegar uma estrada beeeeeeeeeeeeem gostosa, num conversível com bastaaaaaaaaaaaaaante vento e ouvindo bem aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalto as musiquinhas lindas que Victor, Victor me mandou.

Nobody can tell yaThere's only one song worth singingThey may try and sell yaCause it hangs them up to see someone like youBut you've gotta make your own kind of musicSing your own special songMake your own kind of musicEven if nobody else sings alongYou're gonna be nowhereThe loneliest kind of lonelyIt may be rough goingJust to do your thing's the hardest thing to doBut you've gotta make your own kind of musicSing your own special songMake your own kind of musicEven if nobody else sings alongSo if you cannot take my handAnd if you must be goingI will understandYou've gotta make your own kind of musicSing your own special songMake your own kind of musicEven if nobody else sings alongYou've gotta make your own kind of musicSing your own special songMake your own kind of music. Make Your Own Kind of Music - Mama Cass Elliot

When you're alone And life is making you lonely you can always go down town. When you got worries, All the noise and the hurry seems to help, I know down town. Just listen to the music Of the traffic in the city, linger on the sidewalks Where the neon signs are pretty. How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there You can forget all your troubles, Forget all your cares. So go down town. Things'll be great When you're down town. No finer place for sure-Down town. Everything's waiting for you Down town. Don't hang around And let your problems surround you, there are movie shows down town. Maybe you know some little places to go to where they never close down town. Just listen to the rhythm Of a gentle bossa nova. You'll be dancing with 'em too Before the night is over happy again. The lights are much brighter there You can forget all your troubles, Forget all your cares. So go down town. Where all the lights are bright Down town. Waiting for you tonight Down town. You're gonna be alright now Down town. When you're alone And life is making you lonely you can always go down town. When you got worries, All the noise and the hurry seems to help, I know down town. And you may find somebody kind-To help and understand you, someone who is just like you And needs a gentle hand To guide them along. So maybe I'll see you. There we can forget all our troubles, Forget all our cares. So go down town. Things'll be great when you're Down town. Don't wait a minute more Down town. Everything's waiting for you Down town. Downtown - Petula Clark



pop ao cubo
terça-feira, julho 10, 2007







Meu amado Lalito, fofo ao cubo, acaba de criar um novo blog sensacional!



É o POP AO CUBO e tem tudo de bom que a gente gosta. Segundo o autor, "O pop ao cubo é um blog sobre tudo aquilo que costuma chamar a minha atenção e que também pode interessar a quem passar por aqui: música, TV, cinema, celebridades e N outras coisas. Comentários, elogios, críticas e sugestões são bem-vindos. Entre, fique à vontade e volte sempre!"



Quis colocar aqui a imagem do blog, que achei que tem tudo a ver: olha bem e vê se não dá vontade?????

Eu recomendo ao cubo!!!!




Tudo Azul
quinta-feira, julho 05, 2007


FALA SÉRIO!!!!





Goodbye Ana
quarta-feira, julho 04, 2007


Sexta foi triste, mas foi uma delícia!


Happy Hour de despedida da Ana querida. Choramos no fim, mas morremos de rir, pra variar. Approach, com pessoas novas e mais Alzira, Ulysses e Sakate, que também são do balacobaco.


Fotinhos lindinhas seguem, mas o melhor de TUDO foi a Guria gravando chamadinha do Bazar Shop Tour. Vejam AQUI e espalhem, vamos bombar de visitas! huahuahuahuah...









3 anos!!!!!
terça-feira, julho 03, 2007


3 anos não é para qualquer uma não!!!
Estou feliz porque sei que meu marido é demais e que a gente tem uma história bem batuta pra contar pros filhos e netos.
E vê se mamãe não é tudo???? Fez a arte acima e eu quase não amei!!!
Sogrucha também foi batuta e nos deu flores, espumante e jogos americanos de xita.
Sucesso!
Pros padrinhos desnaturados eu tive de pedir parabéns... Humpf!