31 dezembro, 2015
30 dezembro, 2015
26 dezembro, 2015
25 dezembro, 2015
22 dezembro, 2015
21 dezembro, 2015
Poucas Coisas Me Põem Um Sorriso Na Cara Como Estas
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| Estar na Praça do Comércio com a minha família a ver um espectáculo mágico... |
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| Ver o Chiado iluminado para o Natal |
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| Acabar o dia com um jantar no Hard Rock Café e beber um Bahama Mama |
19 dezembro, 2015
18 dezembro, 2015
Temos Que Falar, Sr. T?
Eu sei que nunca tiveste este espírito, nem nunca te souberam mostrar que o Natal é família, mas é melhor entrares a bordo deste trenó!
15 dezembro, 2015
Estes Dias no Trabalho
Sempre a correr de um lado para o outro, tudo urgente, tudo para ontem...
A engolir sapos, a enfrentar doentes descontentes (sem razão) e médicos idiotas...
Dou o melhor que posso, o meu máximo, mais do que a maior parte das pessoas que vejo neste hospital... Faço-o pelas pessoas, mesmo sem o reconhecimento e o respeito daqueles com quem trabalho. Tenho o meu próprio reconhecimento com o baixo nível de falhas e o reconhecimento dos meus chefes.
Não se pode ter tudo, não é o que costumam dizer?!
12 dezembro, 2015
11 dezembro, 2015
09 dezembro, 2015
07 dezembro, 2015
06 dezembro, 2015
A Dificuldade! A Dificuldade Que é Comprar Uma Prenda Para o Homem!
1.
You think he wants: a tie
For
some reason, guys are supposed to get excited about a piece of
intricately tied cloth that hangs unnecessarily from their necks. Unless
this tie features the keys of a piano (in which case, it's awesome)
don't waste your money.
He really wants: bondage stuff
You don't need to spend money on fancy schmancy stuff to give your man a thrill. Take a tie that's already in his closet and let him strap you to the bed tonight. Or, the other way around if that's what floats his boat.
2. You think he wants: tools
Everyone knows you're not a real man unless you are in possession of a toolbox filled with all manner of wrenches, pliers and screwdrivers that you'll never use.
He really wants: a handyman
Let's face it: He doesn't know the difference between a Philips and a flathead—and that's OK. Secretly hire a handyman so he doesn't have to pretend to know how to fix shit. He'll be thankful and so will you.
3. You think he wants: shaving stuff
Apparently, having a disposable razor and a can of Barbasol is no longer enough. Since when are men expected to spend more time grooming the hair on their faces than we girls spend on our lady parts?
He really wants: a no-shave day
Give your guy permission to opt out of the moustache grooming/Amish beard-growing trend.
4. You think he wants: ride-on lawnmower
A ride-on lawnmower screams, "I'm lazy as fuck but I care about my grass." Owning this piece of machinery will not increase your guy's manliness. It will just make him fatter with a farmer's tan.
He really wants: for you to tell your girlfriends he has a huge penis
It's a gift that costs nothing and will give him a huge ego boost. If you're feeling really generous, tell the people that work at the dry cleaners, and the post office and the grocery store checkout, too.
Most women do the cooking at home, but when you bring the food outdoors and add fire, suddenly it's the man's domain. But what if he doesn't get excited by a spatula and tongs?
He really wants: dinner out
Skip the charcoal and take him to a nice steakhouse that doesn't have a commercial featuring a gravy boat of Jack Daniels syrup being slowly poured over a cheap cut of meat.
6. You think he wants: fishing stuff
When was the last time your guy said, "Honey, I wish I could spend all afternoon sitting in a row boat with a cooler full of worms and PBR"?
He really wants: a party boat
Allow him to drive it, even if he doesn't know what he's doing. (And make sure to call him "Captain.")
7. You think he wants: Swiss Army knife
Since he is no longer a Boy Scout and his needs to
whittle are fairly limited, leave this one at the store.
He really wants: a samurai sword
If you can get it signed by Randy Jackson, even better.
8. You think he wants: man purse
I know it makes sense—he could put his book and his lunch and his balls in there.
He really wants: plastic shopping bag
Just stop bothering him for carrying his shit in a CVS bag. If you want to be nice, double-bag it for him.
9. You think he wants: fine whiskey
He knows he's supposed to be a connoisseur of the single malt, but why make him feel bad if he thinks it all tastes like cough medicine?
He really wants: Straw-Ber-Rita
Give him permission to sip his pre-bottled margarita in peace.
10. You think he wants: a greeting card
You can go ahead and spend half an hour in Walgreens selecting the perfect sentiment— just know that your $4 card is going in the garbage as soon as you leave the room.
He really wants: a blowjob
Rumor has it that men really like these. Much more than cards.
No fim disto tudo, ele só quer que eu não gaste o meu dinheiro.
Para depois não lhe pedir do dele.
He really wants: bondage stuff
You don't need to spend money on fancy schmancy stuff to give your man a thrill. Take a tie that's already in his closet and let him strap you to the bed tonight. Or, the other way around if that's what floats his boat.
2. You think he wants: tools
Everyone knows you're not a real man unless you are in possession of a toolbox filled with all manner of wrenches, pliers and screwdrivers that you'll never use.
He really wants: a handyman
Let's face it: He doesn't know the difference between a Philips and a flathead—and that's OK. Secretly hire a handyman so he doesn't have to pretend to know how to fix shit. He'll be thankful and so will you.
3. You think he wants: shaving stuff
Apparently, having a disposable razor and a can of Barbasol is no longer enough. Since when are men expected to spend more time grooming the hair on their faces than we girls spend on our lady parts?
He really wants: a no-shave day
Give your guy permission to opt out of the moustache grooming/Amish beard-growing trend.
4. You think he wants: ride-on lawnmower
A ride-on lawnmower screams, "I'm lazy as fuck but I care about my grass." Owning this piece of machinery will not increase your guy's manliness. It will just make him fatter with a farmer's tan.
He really wants: for you to tell your girlfriends he has a huge penis
It's a gift that costs nothing and will give him a huge ego boost. If you're feeling really generous, tell the people that work at the dry cleaners, and the post office and the grocery store checkout, too.
I know it makes sense—he could put his book and his lunch and his balls in there.5. You think he wants: grilling stuff
Most women do the cooking at home, but when you bring the food outdoors and add fire, suddenly it's the man's domain. But what if he doesn't get excited by a spatula and tongs?
He really wants: dinner out
Skip the charcoal and take him to a nice steakhouse that doesn't have a commercial featuring a gravy boat of Jack Daniels syrup being slowly poured over a cheap cut of meat.
6. You think he wants: fishing stuff
When was the last time your guy said, "Honey, I wish I could spend all afternoon sitting in a row boat with a cooler full of worms and PBR"?
He really wants: a party boat
Allow him to drive it, even if he doesn't know what he's doing. (And make sure to call him "Captain.")
7. You think he wants: Swiss Army knife
He really wants: a samurai sword
If you can get it signed by Randy Jackson, even better.
8. You think he wants: man purse
I know it makes sense—he could put his book and his lunch and his balls in there.
He really wants: plastic shopping bag
Just stop bothering him for carrying his shit in a CVS bag. If you want to be nice, double-bag it for him.
9. You think he wants: fine whiskey
He knows he's supposed to be a connoisseur of the single malt, but why make him feel bad if he thinks it all tastes like cough medicine?
He really wants: Straw-Ber-Rita
Give him permission to sip his pre-bottled margarita in peace.
10. You think he wants: a greeting card
You can go ahead and spend half an hour in Walgreens selecting the perfect sentiment— just know that your $4 card is going in the garbage as soon as you leave the room.
He really wants: a blowjob
Rumor has it that men really like these. Much more than cards.
No fim disto tudo, ele só quer que eu não gaste o meu dinheiro.
Para depois não lhe pedir do dele.
05 dezembro, 2015
04 dezembro, 2015
Drowning
Vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias, vou de férias,
É só um fim-de semana, um dia e um feriado...
Mas são férias.
03 dezembro, 2015
Ao 3º Dia de Tortura...
... é só o que consigo dizer.
Isso e que, quem trabalha com doentes, devia ter mais respeito pelas pessoas.
02 dezembro, 2015
2º Dia de Tortura
Estou à procura do meu lugar zen, onde sei das coisas e finjo que não, não digo nada e mesmo assim trabalho com ela e sorrio...
Cínica (mais ela do que eu) ou profissional, é essa a minha dúvida existencial.
01 dezembro, 2015
Só Para Começar
Há pessoas que não se engolem nem cobertas de ouro. E não é um canudo que dá maneiras ou educação.
30 novembro, 2015
É Segunda feira Outra Vez?!
Já nem sei bem para onde me virar...
E antevejo uma semana do demo, mesmo o que eu estava a precisar!...
28 novembro, 2015
27 novembro, 2015
26 novembro, 2015
24 novembro, 2015
Mamã, Como Nasceu a Primeira Pessoa?
E apanham-me sempre onde não consigo fugir!...
Desta vez, a dúvida veio do Puto.
Respondi o mesmo de sempre, que já lhe tinha respondido antes: que as pessoas acreditavam em várias coisas, que ou tinha sido criado por Deus ou que tinhamos evoluído dos macacos.
O que eu não esperava era a pergunta seguinte:
O que é evoluir?
Puto, o Google ajuda-te:
Espanto
"O Presidente da República de República decidiu, ouvidos os partidos
políticos com representação parlamentar, indicar o Dr. António Costa
para primeiro-ministro"
Finalmente tomou uma decisão.
23 novembro, 2015
21 novembro, 2015
19 novembro, 2015
18 novembro, 2015
17 novembro, 2015
5 Eye Makeup Look - NAKED3
Para os looks mais discretos (e sim, para mim, estes looks são discretos...)
16 novembro, 2015
13 novembro, 2015
11 novembro, 2015
10 novembro, 2015
Nunca Pensei...
No meio de tanto trabalho nem consigo vir aqui. Vou mandando uns pensamentos na página do facebook, mas nem tenho tempo durante o dia para partilhar nada por aqui.
Mas tenho que admitir que não tem sido só o trabalho. Sucumbi ao pior que existe, a um vício que nunca pensei que pudesse acontecer... Que não penso noutra coisa, que não consigo não fazer, que não consigo abstrair-me e que não consigo controlar...
E não sei se este meu problema prejudica alguém mas admito que sim, que se tornou mais importante que deitar os miúdos, que estou constantemente a alimentar este vício e não consigo parar, pelo menos por agora. Até no meu sono interfere e nada devia interferir no meu sono...
Mas não consigo. Estou viciada no Sons of Anarchy
Maldito Netflix!
04 novembro, 2015
03 novembro, 2015
Quando a Casa Está A Arder...
E tu não consegues sair porque o teu trabalho é apagar o fogo...
... vais apagando pequenos fogos, apaziguando situações, gerindo frustações, tudo enquanto ainda continuas doente.
E nunca te esqueces que ninguém é infalível.
Nem insubstituível.
31 outubro, 2015
27 outubro, 2015
Maldita Pultácea!!
Temos este problema, as pessoas que trabalham no hospital. Deixamos arrastar porque aquilo não é nada. E depois é uma coisa à séria!
Pela segunda vez, tenho uma amigdalite pultácea, coisa linda de se ter.
24 outubro, 2015
21 outubro, 2015
As Coisas Que Vemos Na TV
E depois nos ensinam numa formação de Suporte Básico de Vida.
E que todos devíamos saber.
19 outubro, 2015
17 outubro, 2015
16 outubro, 2015
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