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la smetta per favore, ormai lo sappiamo che lei ha oltre 65 anni ed è pure benestante. Ci spiace ma dovrà pagare il ticket sanitario. Non faccia finta di non sapersi pulire il sedere da solo quando va in bagno, lo sappiamo, sono tutte scuse. Noi sappiamo tutto, non ci sfugge niente, noi siamo l'ASL, noi siamo l'Agenzia delle Entrate, noi scopriamo i farabutti che non pagano le
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Un corto in ricordo del Sindaco di Pollica, Angelo Vassallo, ucciso dalla camorra nel 2010.

Non ero mai stata a Pollica a maggio.

Rispetto ad agosto sembra un altro paese. Il sole era caldo ma il vento fresco. Un sogno per chi viene da Milano.

Sono andata giù con i bimbi e Maia si è presa la tonsillite ed è sotto
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All'inizio non ero entusiasta. Passare dalla tv di Fastweb, dove potevi scegliere tutto quello che volevi vedere e senza pubblicità, al digitare, ha voluto dire per me fare i salti mortali per cercare di non beccare tutte le pubblicità (
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Buon Natale all'amico Massimo che dopo 26 anni lascia l'azienda per cui lavoriamo. Così come Stefano, Roberto, Armando, Samantha, Miriam...In questo periodo di crisi spero che abbiamo un buon piano B.
Buon Natale
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Su AD di dicembre 3 pagine dedicate a Napoli con le mie foto. Si, il nome è scritto piccolissimo ma c'è!
Quando le cose fanno stare bene si fanno anche bene. 
Mille grazie a Michela e Chicca. La prima perchè esiste e la seconda perché, mentre correvo per Napoli lei faceva  la mamma di 4 bambini.
Grazie.
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Muffin e focaccine.
Per i prossimi sei mesi "Apri la busta e gusta."
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Della prima (qui trovate info) ci sarà la riunione Lunedì 24. In sostanza ci si organizza in piccoli gruppi (genitori, mamme, zie, nonni, amici, parenti, portinaie ecc), ci si incontra in un punto stabilito e i bambini vengono accompagnati a scuola a piedi. Si evita il traffico, il parcheggio, si prende la
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cafMz-VVjA6_SQXJG02l2h8jd40/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cafMz-VVjA6_SQXJG02l2h8jd40/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-05T22:12:52.124+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></item><item><title>Cartoons'Power</title><link>http://mammachecasino.blogspot.com/2011/09/cartoonspower.html</link><category>cartoni</category><category>milano</category><category>mom</category><category>cartoon</category><category>smurfs</category><category>life</category><category>puffi</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Alessandra)</author><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 03:14:02 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604003471592469455.post-6567414563333402836</guid><description>"Mamma, ti voglio puffosamente bene."

E pensare che i piccoli ometti blu li ho sempre odiati...
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Quando però davanti agli occhi gli hai appena messo una tazza di minestrone  surgelato, le cose sono due. O un bambino di 3 anni ti sta chiaramente  prendendo per il culo, oppure devi verificare il menu della nuova Milano  Ristorazione dopo soli 4 giorni di scuola... 

 
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Molto bella per video antichi. Come se fossero fatti con la mitica Super8. 
Certo, devo solo imparare ad inquadrare i soggetti
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Sulla via del ritorno ho notato l'ultimo numero di Vanity Fair con l'Incontrada in copertina. Chissà come mai ho pensato che fosse un'altra intervista dove si paragonavano le mamme alle non
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Cavoli, sono andata via dal lago solo da 12 ore e Maia porta già il reggiseno?
"Il reggiseno del costume""Hai chiesto al papà o alla nonna? Io sono a Milano, chiedi a loro...""Si ho chiesto""E cosa hanno detto?""No""E allora perchè chiedi a me.""Perchè loro hanno detto no.""Mamma posso mettermi il reggiseno?""No Riccardo, tu no.""Ma quando
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fate fare qualcosa per impegnare il tempo ai vostri figli non piazzateli davanti alla tv, portateli in bici, fategli fare giardinaggio, cucinate insieme, portateli in biblioteca e per finire giocate con  l'acqua.
La domanda che mi e si faceva era:
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Puoi saper usare Facebook, Twitter, FriendFeed, Blogger, Posterous, Flickr, Hipstamatic, Instagram, Foursquare ecc...
Puoi essere considerata da Klout una Networker...
Ma quando tua figlia ti chiederà: Dov'ero quando non c'ero? 
Tu, per quanto
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Oggi al ritiro delle  pagelle ho imparato che:
1)  la maestra di matematica se ne va. Dopo solo un anno. Se ne va perchè non va d'accordo con quella di Italiano. Beate loro che possono anche scegliere le persone con cui lavorare...
2)
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