<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586468090383595345</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:12:02.201+02:00</updated><category term='Jocuri'/><category term='Universul lui Mimi'/><title type='text'>VIENNA ONLINE</title><subtitle type='html'>NOI 7: MIMI, IRIS, IUBI, SAMI, DIC, DOF, EU</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NOI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09393505236759665136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/SeXDRJe-w_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/oDwvDtD_Pdc/S220/mimi%26clau2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586468090383595345.post-7258271222244473499</id><published>2010-04-12T10:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:50:55.782+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambiti, va rugam ...</title><content type='html'>MINORITATI: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mami, filmul este "Juden- und Kinder-frei" (poate fi vizionat de evrei si copii), nu itzi fa griji, ne-am interesat exact&amp;nbsp;la computer inainte sa mergem la Kino (cinema)."&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se dorea&amp;nbsp;evident &lt;em&gt;"Jugend- und Kinderfrei"&lt;/em&gt; (poate fi vizionat de adolescenti si copii)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CONDITIE FIZICA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Iubi trebuie sa ma ia mai mult in bratze, sa ma plimbe prin casa, pe afara, ca sa faca muschi, ca imediat vine surioara mea si pe ea trebuie sa o duca mereu in bratze ca nu stie sa mearga."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GRIJA, SPIRIT CIVIC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un baiat de vreo 12-13 ani fumeaza pe strada, noi ca de obicei alergam cu sufletul la gura: &lt;em&gt;"Mami, o Gott, uite ce face copilul acela, n-are mamica, n-are tatic? Nu ii explica nimeni ca e inca mic, osisoarele lui trebuie sa mai creasca sunt inca fine, intzelegi ce vreau sa spun? Daca fumeaza o sa moara! Trebuie sa-l ajutam noi! Este foarte wichtig! Intzelegi? Ma intzelegi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIN LUMEA ANIMALELOR, SCHÖNBRUNN ZOO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Leul este reginul animalelor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uite o echipa de pesti!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS PE MARILE ECRANE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mami, cand mergem si noi la "Barbie und die 3 Muskeltiere"? ("Muskeltier" in germana indica un&amp;nbsp;exemplar masculin impresionant,&amp;nbsp;construit in exclusivitate din pachete de muschi). Se dorea&lt;/em&gt; "Barbie und die 3 Musketiere" (Barbie si cei 3 muschetari).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586468090383595345-7258271222244473499?l=micrcl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/feeds/7258271222244473499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/04/va-invitam-la-un-zambet.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/7258271222244473499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/7258271222244473499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/04/va-invitam-la-un-zambet.html' title='Zambiti, va rugam ...'/><author><name>NOI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09393505236759665136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/SeXDRJe-w_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/oDwvDtD_Pdc/S220/mimi%26clau2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586468090383595345.post-5383803955872226011</id><published>2010-02-23T12:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:37:23.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietena mea cea mai buna este ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.... de-o schioapa, are ochii mari, verzulii, imprejmuiti de gene lungi, parul castaniu deschis, in bucle usoare, o gurita mica si un nas turtit. Cand era mica mica mica&amp;nbsp;i se zicea "Inghesuita". Si cu ochii acestia maaari zi de zi ma priveste, ma analizeaza, critica, lauda&amp;nbsp;si din gurita ei mica ies zilnic o droaie de povesti, glume, declaratii debordand de sinceritate,&amp;nbsp;cantece, poezii si nu in ultimul rand gramezi, maldere, munti intregi de intrebari&amp;nbsp;la care eu am in depozit sau caut&amp;nbsp;cu mai multa sau mai putina disperare raspunsuri,&amp;nbsp;adesea chiar si in biblioteca/internet, rasfoind in literatura de specialitate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ea: &lt;em&gt;"Te iubesc!", "De ce te uiti asa? De ce razi? De ce zambesti?", "Esti trista? Vesela? De ce?", "Esti cea mai buna, cea mai frumoasa:", "Te iubesc!", "Eu pe tine te-am ales dintre toate mamicile de pe lume!", "De ce nu poti sa stai cu mine la scoala? De ce mergi la servici?", "Te iubesc!", "Haide sa ne jucam amandoua! Vrei sa fim azi surioare?", "Ne uitam impreuna la un film? Hai, alege tu unul dragut pentru noi!", "Te iubesc!", "Vrei sa-tzi cant un cantec, sa-tzi spun o poveste?", "Vino cu mine sa mirosim parfumurile! Care itzi place tzie?", "Hai, mergem amandoua la o pizza? sau la Mc? sau la Bäcker (brutar, cofetar)", "Am voie sa te fardez si coafez?Wow!", "Te iubesc!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nu ma slabeste o clipa din ochi, nu am nici o sansa, ma simte perfect, ma adulmeca. Si asta zi de zi, sunt non-stop "live on stage" iar privirile noastre comunica&amp;nbsp;adesea mai mult decat cuvintele. Ea e cea care cateodata cand pic de oboseala imi zice: &lt;em&gt;"Culca-te 5 minute ca eu ma joc langa tine si pe urma ne jucam impreuna pietricele (rummy)!"&lt;/em&gt; Ea e cea mai buna prietena a mea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;H..., I..., D..., A..., C..., T..., M..., V..., S...&amp;nbsp;si restul .... sa nu ma paruiti, da?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dar,&amp;nbsp;asa a vrut soarta(?), ca noi doua, eu si prietena mea cea mai buna, sa ne trezim intr-o constelatie nu intotdeauna propice pentru MAAAREA prietenie ... Si de fiecare data cand trebuie sa-mi iau in serios rolul de mamica factor de decizie cu mega responsabilitati - adica mai non-stop, stau si ma privesc si ma analizez si ma concentrez si ma straduiesc sa nu cumva sa ma departez prea tare de rolul de prietena cea mai buna, sa nu sar peste cal, cum se zice, sa nu spun neadevaruri (prea umflate, adica sa evit cu muuuult bun simt adevarurile prea crunte), sa nu promit ce nu pot respecta, sa nu tin discursuri prea lungi si plicticoase, sa dau explicatii clare, sa nu negativizez prea aprig situatii/persoane (poate ea are noroc de experiente pozitive in contexte similare), sa visez si sa sper&amp;nbsp;cot la cot cu ea, sa ma scufund cu pasiune in lumea povestilor, samd, dar mai ales sa fiu sincera, naturala si sa respect. Asa ca am in tolba cateva principii/formule de baza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu: &lt;em&gt;"Te rog!", "Te iubesc!","Multzumesc din toata inima!", "Te iubesc!", "Bravo!", "M-as bucura daca ....", "Te rog!","Chiar nu vrei/nu-tzi place... poate incercam impreuna ...?!", "Te iubesc!", "Bravo!", "Scuza-ma dar nu pot acum, trebuie sa ....!", "Multzumesc!", "Trebuie, pentru ca ... !", "E/Ar fi&amp;nbsp;bine, pentru ca ...!", "Te rog, potzi sa ...?", "Te iubesc!", "Eu pe tine te-am ales dintre toate fetitzele din lume!", "Bravo!", "Ce frumos ai ....!", "Eu cred ...Parerea mea este...! Tu ce crezi?","Te iubesc!", "Ce frumos e ...!", "Multzumesc!", "Te iubesc!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In situatia data,&amp;nbsp;concluzia clasica si siropoasa este: "Prietenia noastra va fi pentru totdeauna." Insa eu totdeauna (cu referire la trecut) am avut mare respect fata de "totdeauna" (cu referire la viitor). Asa ca eu savurez fiecare&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;CLIPA&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;cu prietena mea cea mai buna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NOTA:&amp;nbsp;Incep sa duc tratative cu inca o tipa, Iris, care&amp;nbsp;sper imi va deveni o la fel de foarte buna prietena .... in freo 4-5 luni! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586468090383595345-5383803955872226011?l=micrcl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/feeds/5383803955872226011/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/02/prietena-mea-cea-mai-buna-este.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/5383803955872226011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/5383803955872226011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/02/prietena-mea-cea-mai-buna-este.html' title='Prietena mea cea mai buna este ....'/><author><name>NOI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09393505236759665136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/SeXDRJe-w_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/oDwvDtD_Pdc/S220/mimi%26clau2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586468090383595345.post-3573946146240227838</id><published>2010-02-14T11:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:32:31.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ei bine, eu una aveam o pozitie neutra fata de fenomenul "Valentine's Day". E haios, dragut, chicios, dulceag si la urma urmei de ce nu am gusta si noi din pelteaua asta? Mai&amp;nbsp;la misto mai in serios. Bine, bine dar de la a GUSTA si pana a SERVI 3 ZILE LA MASA "Valentine's Day" e cale luuunga si se calca in picioare orice urma&amp;nbsp;de ratiune,&amp;nbsp;echilibru comportamental, sentimental samd ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uite ce ni s-a intamplat noua....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ieri dupa amiaza, sambata 13. februarie, am fost nevoiti de foame sa dam buzna in lumea alimentarilor si mega super marketurilor ca sa mai umplem frigiderul si am fost coplesiti de "V.D". Preocuparea principala a copilului a fost sa comploteze cu candoare, dragoste de viata si de toate alea, cand cu mine cand cu Claudiu, pt. a "organiza" surprize de "V.D.". Asa ca, ne-am scufundat din nou, fara posibilitate de aparare in DULCEGARIA asta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Iubi, trebuie sa-i luam lui Mami un Liebesfilm, pentru Valentinstag! Impreuna aleg&amp;nbsp;"Music and Lyrics"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Mami, trebuie sa-i luam lui Iubi o prajitura in forma de inimioara de Valentinstag!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Mami, zise ea venind la mine cu "My girl 1&amp;amp;2", uite si pentru mine un filmulet de Valentinstag! Am voie? Ne uitam impreuna la Liebesfilme toata ziua!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Culmea Valentine's Day-ului a&amp;nbsp;fost astazi de dimineatza, la prima ora:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Mami, astazi ne jucam Memory cu inimioare de Valentine's Day." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Imi este foame dar asteptam sa se trezeasca Iubi ca astazi fetitele trebuie sa manance cu baieteii, si il asteptam si pe el!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ce lume roz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ba, nu, rectific, culmea Valentine's Day-ului de ieri a fost azi de dimineatza, 15. februarie: Miriam scormonind in pusculita ei dupa centi care sa-i&amp;nbsp;adune sa fie 2 EUR imi declara: "Ieri de Valentinstag am uitat sa-ti cumpar prajitura ta preferata, am voie astazi, cand ma iei de la scoala?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/S3fPbumFuII/AAAAAAAAAJc/jNwoV2Lv-Ec/s1600-h/DSCN8888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/S3fPbumFuII/AAAAAAAAAJc/jNwoV2Lv-Ec/s320/DSCN8888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/S3fPWs2D8nI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-KaiVXANvI0/s1600-h/DSCN8882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/S3fPWs2D8nI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-KaiVXANvI0/s320/DSCN8882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cum am putea noi sa nu sarbatorim Valentine's Day si sa ne bucuram intens de toate accesoriile??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586468090383595345-3573946146240227838?l=micrcl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/feeds/3573946146240227838/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/02/ei-bine-eu-una-aveam-o-pozitie-destul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/3573946146240227838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/3573946146240227838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/02/ei-bine-eu-una-aveam-o-pozitie-destul.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>NOI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09393505236759665136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/SeXDRJe-w_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/oDwvDtD_Pdc/S220/mimi%26clau2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/S3fPbumFuII/AAAAAAAAAJc/jNwoV2Lv-Ec/s72-c/DSCN8888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586468090383595345.post-2726835175574886411</id><published>2010-01-24T16:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:22:43.414+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universul lui Mimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocuri'/><title type='text'>Avertisment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sambata, 23. ianuarie, seara tarziu, eu cu Mimi la ea in pat, la giugiuleala de "noapte buna".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mimi: &lt;em&gt;"Mami, te rog sa ai grija sa nu adormi aici, la mine in pat, ca eu maine dimineata ma trezesc devreme ca trebuie sa ma joc "Kinderheim" (casa de copii) si acolo sunt si bebei si plang si tipa si te vor trezi, si nu cred ca vrei asta duminica dimineata, nu?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi vine sa rad cu gura pana la urechi, sunt insa serioasa si promit sa am grija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Urmeaza Iubi la pupaceala, povestioare, mangaieri si visari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il astept nerabdatoare in bucatarie sa-i povestesc FAZA.&amp;nbsp;Nothing special, deoarece si el fusese avertizat cu aceeasi fermitate de pericolul cu bebeii din Kinderheim-ul de dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Radem in HOHOTE! Cata consecventa, organizare, grija!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586468090383595345-2726835175574886411?l=micrcl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/feeds/2726835175574886411/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/01/avertisment.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/2726835175574886411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/2726835175574886411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/01/avertisment.html' title='Avertisment'/><author><name>NOI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09393505236759665136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/SeXDRJe-w_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/oDwvDtD_Pdc/S220/mimi%26clau2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4586468090383595345.post-436835432677570803</id><published>2010-01-15T11:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:42:04.298+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universul lui Mimi'/><title type='text'>O poveste cu un motan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E 7:15. Ca de obicei cu sufletul la gura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cum iesim din casa, Mimi: &lt;em&gt;Mami, vrei sa-tzi spun o poveste cu un motan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu: &lt;em&gt;Daaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mimi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fost odata, ca de n-ar fi nu s-ar povesti, o fetita, mica, mica si draguta. Avea doar trei ani. Mamica ei a "murat" fiindca era tare tare batrana. Si ele aveau si un motan. Si motanul a avut&amp;nbsp;acum grija de fetita. O imbraca, ii punea rochite, o pieptana si mergea cu ea la gradinita. Se juca cu ea cu polly pocket si se uitau la filme si se plimbau. Si cand fetita a crescut, motanul a dus-o si la scoala si facea lectii de pian cu ea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si motanul a avut mare grija de fetita. A dormit cu ea, cand ii era frica de Krampus (un personaj rautacios care-l insoteste pe Mos Nicolae si ii pedepseste pe copiii care nu au fost cuminti, traditie austriaca), si impreuna cu fetita lui, motanul l-a asteptat si pe Mos Craciun. Si intr-o zi era "Fasching" (carnaval) la scoala fetitei si ea trebuia sa cumpere un costum pentru carnaval. Si l-a rugat pe motan sa mearga cu ea la magazin. Motanul a zis ca ii e somn si nu vrea. Atunci fetita trista s-a dus singura la magazin si in loc sa-si cumpere un costum de "Fasching" i-a cumparat motanului o cravata, ca sa-i faca o surpriza. Si cand a ajuns acasa, fetita a fost foarte mirata, deoarece motanul impodobise toata casa, facuse "Kekse" (biscuiti) si pregatise costumele de Fasching. Ea i-a dat iubitului ei motan cravata cadou si s-au imbracat amandoi in costume si au facut o party.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si mai am o poveste cu niste bunici si cu ochelarii lor, da e prea lunga si ajungem cu metroul la scoala, ti-o spun alta data.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi plac povestile lui Mimi, o s-o rog sa-mi mai zica dimineata povesti pentru a compensa povestile de seara, pe care tre sa recunosc, ca noi doar i le CITIM, cateodata cu sictir si in graba mare, de sete sa mai vedem un episod din "24" inainte de a pica anihilati de oboseala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MEA CULPA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4586468090383595345-436835432677570803?l=micrcl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/feeds/436835432677570803/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-poveste-cu-un-motan.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/436835432677570803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4586468090383595345/posts/default/436835432677570803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micrcl.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-poveste-cu-un-motan.html' title='O poveste cu un motan'/><author><name>NOI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09393505236759665136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6UWUtyH7v0/SeXDRJe-w_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/oDwvDtD_Pdc/S220/mimi%26clau2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
