tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61916931298293593282024-03-12T19:56:15.750-04:00SomedayIsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.comBlogger287125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-7385920029428006222009-06-25T15:51:00.000-04:002009-06-25T15:52:13.069-04:0025 juin<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Le problème, c'est que j'y crois plus.</span><br /><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-69126423379006346232009-06-18T15:33:00.002-04:002009-06-18T15:38:42.330-04:00En attendant<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Et si j'y arrivais pas ???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Et si j'me plantais ???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Et si tout m'échappais ???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">À la seconde ou par miracle, j'me dis que c'est du passé...la revoilà qui revient.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">J'ai peur. Peur de l'échec. Peur d'avoir tout fait ça pour rien.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Peur de me perdre...<br /><br /></span></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-75031675465591290952009-03-31T18:31:00.000-04:002009-03-31T18:35:37.708-04:00Message to you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/SdKaoQIJ6HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B-E2e_oqDlM/s1600-h/love-4562701c04216a5d72b6ab6968dda5ad_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/SdKaoQIJ6HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/B-E2e_oqDlM/s200/love-4562701c04216a5d72b6ab6968dda5ad_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319484126192593010" border="0" /></a>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-53552484971202349282009-03-31T16:36:00.002-04:002009-03-31T16:44:08.449-04:00chuttttttttt<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"></span><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"></span><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"></span><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"></span><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"></span><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4">Comment te dire que tes silences mon blessés bien plus que tes mots quand toute ton indifférence </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"> Je te demande de partir mais ne me dis pas au revoir , car j'ai besoin de détruire ce qui me reste de l'espoir </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"> À t'attendre sans parler </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="tit4"> Au creux du silence qui me tue ......... </span><br /><br />Ouin...jamais aussi bien dit Étienne...<br /><br /> </div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-62536319333493708432009-03-31T16:10:00.001-04:002009-03-31T16:15:13.337-04:004 400 $<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mon beauf m'a téléphoner. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Wow.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Si j'm'attendais à ça. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Qui est-ce qui aura l'cul dans une accent dans pas long ?!?! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">C'est moi !!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Reste une question existentielle; quelle couleur ???<br /><br /></span></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-872694329426032752009-03-29T17:11:00.001-04:002009-03-29T17:12:47.633-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/Sc_kQqpL_7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Et7JlMZpQEs/s1600-h/hWlreEGvjlnq3sxcawkGYMIoo1_400.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/Sc_kQqpL_7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Et7JlMZpQEs/s200/hWlreEGvjlnq3sxcawkGYMIoo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318720659923926962" /></a>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-29128571935802313002009-03-23T15:34:00.003-04:002009-03-23T15:38:34.297-04:00Du grand Di stasio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/Scfksxd8J9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/BSTyvxwPx44/s1600-h/jds633711534411702611_pouletraisinsBS3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/Scfksxd8J9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/BSTyvxwPx44/s200/jds633711534411702611_pouletraisinsBS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316469342978451410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />Poulet rôti aux raisins<br /></span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">par Josée di Stasio</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">4 à 6 portions</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> 1 poulet de 2 kg (4 lb) coupé en 8</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> * ou</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> * 8 hauts de cuisse avec la peau*</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> *<br />2 oignons rouges moyens coupés en gros cubes</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> *<br />750 ml (environ 500 g) de raisins sans pépins, retirés de leur grappe et lavés</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> *<br />15 ml de thym frais</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> * ou</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> * 10 ml d’herbes de Provence</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> *<br />30 ml d’huile d’olive</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> *<br />Sel et poivre du moulin</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Préchauffer le four à 220 °C (425 °F).</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dans un grand bol, mélanger les morceaux de poulet, les oignons et les raisins.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Saupoudrer d‘herbes de Provence. Saler et poivrer généreusement et verser l’huile d’olive en filet. Enrober les morceaux en mélangeant avec les mains.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />Sur une grande plaque à cuisson de 30 X 42 cm (12 X 17 po) tapissée de papier parchemin (n’utilisez pas de pyrex), étendre les raisins et les cubes d’oignons rouges en une seule couche. Déposer les morceaux de poulet à travers le lit d’oignons et de raisins.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Cuire au four de 50 à 60 minutes en prenant soin de retourner les morceaux à 3 reprises pendant la cuisson. Au besoin, terminer la cuisson sous le grill jusqu’à ce que les morceaux de poulet soient bien dorés. Servir le poulet et les raisins avec un accompagnement de votre choix en prenant soin d’arroser le tout du jus de cuisson obtenu.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">*Si vous utilisez les hauts de cuisse, compter alors de 40 à 50 minutes de cuisson.</span><br /><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-16309584513697565202009-03-22T19:27:00.000-04:002009-03-22T19:28:58.701-04:00Une histoire de noel....encore sous le choc....<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9SwW-Kssvg&hl=fr&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9SwW-Kssvg&hl=fr&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-2750996341699199842009-03-22T19:19:00.001-04:002009-03-22T19:23:20.075-04:00Partie 2<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5P6JrPF1VE&hl=fr&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5P6JrPF1VE&hl=fr&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-57033804863136000182009-03-22T19:01:00.004-04:002009-03-23T21:06:22.167-04:00One week<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">C'est mieux comme ça. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Y'a rien en lui que j'ai reconnu. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Rien qui m'a étincelé l'oeil. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Rien de charmant, d'attachant.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Why do I feel like crap d'abord ???</span><br /><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-27087046407400580092009-03-21T22:03:00.000-04:002009-03-21T22:04:37.066-04:00Une de chaque<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/ScWcm3M-WZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sJZYxWjey6Y/s1600-h/hWlreEGvjl6gexqux3UuoeSMo1_400.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/ScWcm3M-WZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sJZYxWjey6Y/s200/hWlreEGvjl6gexqux3UuoeSMo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315827126648068498" /></a>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-26329065929310455512009-03-18T16:28:00.000-04:002009-03-18T16:29:16.553-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/ScFZlPWc-QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v8XnS98syXc/s1600-h/green,love,quote,text,typography,words-ff0b95a88b22d8336c07205f074b87e4_m.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD8bpAbbor0/ScFZlPWc-QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v8XnS98syXc/s200/green,love,quote,text,typography,words-ff0b95a88b22d8336c07205f074b87e4_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627531584633090" /></a>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-42923498495963145952009-03-16T16:13:00.000-04:002009-03-16T16:14:20.737-04:00L'pompier<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Juste le goût de te dire ça; </span><br /><br /><br /></div><object width="315" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V24C7BGBP0&Autoplay=0"><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=0&songID=V24C7BGBP0" width="315" height="80" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent"></embed></object>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-24806124916272685752009-03-14T20:07:00.001-04:002009-03-14T20:09:06.292-04:00Isabelle, inf.Vraiment, si je ne l'ai pas cette fois-ci....J'sais pas c'que j'aurais pu faire de plus et de mieux.Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-54035548100629051772009-03-14T20:04:00.002-04:002009-03-14T20:07:17.338-04:00Qu'on se le tienne pour dit<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Soudainement, la perspective de le voir a moins de charme.</span><br /><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-74370342062211996242009-03-08T18:33:00.001-04:002009-03-08T18:50:04.379-04:00Ahhhh Nicolas...<object width="315" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V24CDBCFPB0&Autoplay=0"><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=0&songID=V24CDBCFPB0" width="315" height="80" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent"></embed></object>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-48341827193095165472009-03-08T16:25:00.003-04:002009-03-08T16:26:50.118-04:00Dans une semaine<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ma reprise d'examen sera derrière moi.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Je serai chez ma chouche, que je n'ai pas vu depuis trop longtemps.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Je serai en face de lui.</span><br /><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-60783456941553570952009-03-05T07:47:00.001-05:002009-03-05T07:49:17.323-05:00Entre plaie de pression et colonostomie....<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK9-_wMo9YQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK9-_wMo9YQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-67131374556364483322009-02-27T13:04:00.002-05:002009-02-27T13:07:14.412-05:00Triple vrille arrière.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Si c'était pas de mes ch'villes faibles, de ma non possession de patin pis du canal Rideau qui dégèle, j'irais patiner !</span><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-55992543977786359112009-02-27T12:16:00.003-05:002009-02-27T12:27:45.121-05:00Serendipidy...yeah right<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;">J'ai relu, hier, notre correspondance. Un brin masochiste la fille. J'comprends pas. J'comprends pas qu'est-ce qui s'est passé. Rien vu venir. Pas de signe avant coureur, de mésentente, de conflit. Rien. Que de la joie, de la bonne entente, du gros flirtage, j'oserais même dire du bonheur des 2 côtés...<br /><br />Je ne m'y attarderai plus. J'vais plus essayer de comprendre, de chercher. Ça m'sape le moral et l'énergie. <br /><br />Si tout arrive pour une raison dans la vie...Celle de cet épisode reste pour moi, à ce jour, un grand mystère.<br /><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-51164686569363139032009-02-27T12:14:00.000-05:002009-02-27T12:15:22.203-05:00Coeur de pirate<object width="315" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V24CC044P0&Autoplay=0"><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=0&songID=V24CC044P0" width="315" height="80" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent"></embed></object>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-11198344066399972622009-02-23T18:49:00.002-05:002009-02-23T18:52:05.460-05:00Probablement<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Que si j'me rendais à l'évidence qu'on sera jamais un, ça ferais moins mal...</span><br /><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-31734591629309165802009-02-22T15:56:00.002-05:002009-02-22T16:08:08.223-05:00RBO<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ça beau faire 17 ans que nous ne sommes plus ensemble, j'me demande encore kessé j'ai ben pu y trouver...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">L'ado s'est fait frapper. À pied. Par une voiture. L'a dit à son géniteur. Celui-ci a rien fait. Pas de rapport aux policiers, pas de visite à l'hôpital !!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Faque ce matin j'ai fait connaissance avec l'agent Tremblay....Bonjour la police ! 22 ans mais du charme en .....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Je m'éloigne du sujet....L'ado est à peu près ok. Y'a le coccyx endolori +++ et une douleur au dos mais bon, y'a la colonne intact...</span><br /><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-31550737268799104032009-02-21T18:12:00.003-05:002009-02-21T18:19:21.844-05:00St-Laurent<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">On magasinait, Spécial K et moi, y'avait un kiosque de vendeur de toute sortes à tout les 10 pieds. On en croise un en particulier. Le gars, mélange de Gino et de Moustapha tenait un fer plat comme si c'était la 8e merveille du monde.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Il enligne spéciale K qui frise mais qui frise...Il lui tends le fer en guise d'invitation. K lui montre sa tête l'air de dire "c'mon tu m'niaises tu ???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Devant l'air absolument pas réceptif de K, il me regarde toujours avec son fer magique dans les mains ;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">- lady, let me surprise you...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">- no thanks, I've been surprise enough this week !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">...<br /><br /></span></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191693129829359328.post-62224209085579710192009-02-21T18:10:00.001-05:002009-02-21T18:12:45.488-05:00Flushage royal<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">J'ai plus de bière dans mon frigo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">...</span><br /><br /></div>Isahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727501366452992518noreply@blogger.com3