tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191576822012-02-16T05:01:24.915-04:00Cosas de una <strike>beb&eacute;</strike> ni&ntilde;a grandeAndreanoreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-22228618249161410912009-04-29T00:19:00.001-04:002009-04-29T00:19:56.474-04:00<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'>Valeria tiene una prima que se llama también Valeria, que es 9 meses mayor que ella.<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'>No sabemos si es porque lleva el mismo nombre, pero resultó ser del mismo taco que la protagonista de este blog…esta es la historia:<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'>En la obra de teatro Convocadores de Estrellas, cuando toda la sala se iluminó con estrellas, se escuchó este diálogo entre Valeria y su prima:<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Vale:</strong><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Uauuuuu! Cómo han podido hacer eso!!!<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>La Prima Valeria:</strong><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Tecnología Básica.</em></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-2222861824916141091?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-39886289183121860712009-04-28T22:40:00.002-04:002009-04-28T22:43:46.441-04:00<span xmlns=""><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" >Volviendo a casa en el carro:<br /></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><strong>Vale:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>Mamá qué es el alma?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><strong><em>Mamá:<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>Mmm… bueno...Mira Vale, el ser humano tiene tres dimensiones: el cuerpo físico, el…<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><strong><em>Vale:<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>(Interrumpiendo)<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>¿Y qué es el cuerpo físico?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><strong><em>Mamá:<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>Bueno…es todo lo que puedes tocar… tu cabeza, tus brazos…<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><strong><em>Vale:<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>(interrumpiendo, para variar)<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>Ah! Ya sé! Entonces lo <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>infísico</strong></span> es lo que no se puede tocar, no?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><strong><em>Mamá:<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>¿Queeé!?...Mmm… Bueno, sí…podría decirse así.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><strong><em>Vale:<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>Como por ejemplo mi espalda!<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><strong><em>Mamá:<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>(A punto de chocarme)<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>¿¡Queeeé!? ¿Qué dices Valeria!?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><strong><em>Vale:<br /></em></strong></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>Claro! Mira! (contorsionándose)<br /></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:12;" ><em>No puedo tocarme mi espalda!!!<br /></em></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-3988628918312186071?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-31169123138903065332009-04-28T22:24:00.001-04:002009-04-28T22:24:11.564-04:00<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'>Valeria mirando a su tía-abuela tejer:<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Vale:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Tía. Me gustaría saber tejer como tú.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Tía:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>¿Te gustaría, Valeria?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Vale:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>¿Me encantaría?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Tía:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Pues, entonces, cuando estés más grandecita, yo te voy a enseñar</em>. <br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Vale:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>No tía, porque cuando yo esté más grandecita, tú vas a estar muy vieja para enseñarme…<br /></em></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-3116912313890306533?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-13381689829918380872009-02-24T13:48:00.001-04:002009-02-24T13:50:50.367-04:00<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'>En el carro:<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Vale:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Mamá, yo puedo ser astronauta?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Mamá:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Claro hijita, Tú puedes ser lo que tú quieras!<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Vale:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Y puedo ir al espacio ahora?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Mamá:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Sólo cuando estés preparada para hacerlo. <br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Para eso tienes que estudiar mucho.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Vale:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Pero yo ya estoy lista! <br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Mira, sé cómo caminar en la antigravedad, y sé que no debo acercarme a los agujeros negros…<br /></em></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-1338168982991838087?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-91132897470148055762009-02-12T14:00:00.001-04:002009-02-12T14:08:48.552-04:00<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Mamá:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Valerita, ¿Qué es lo más lindo que te ha pasado en la escuela hoy?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Valeria:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>El Recreo</em></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-9113289747014805576?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-36809492275785221502009-02-12T13:55:00.001-04:002009-02-12T14:09:40.244-04:00<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Carla:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>Mami, hay que comprar Paracetamol hoy.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Mami:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>¿Para?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><strong>Vale:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:12pt'><em>CETAMOL</em>.</span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-3680949227578522150?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-38308990922333228872009-01-17T17:49:00.001-04:002009-01-17T17:55:57.594-04:00<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-size:13pt'><strong>Valeria: <br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-size:13pt'><em>¿Dónde naciste María Belén?<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-size:13pt'><strong>Belén:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-size:13pt'><em>En Panamá.<br /></em></span></p><p><span style='font-size:13pt'><strong>Valeria:<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-size:13pt'><em>¿O sea que eres PANAMISTA?</em></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-3830899092233322887?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-70106963462099942442008-12-27T11:32:00.007-04:002008-12-27T12:38:11.072-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SVZZpyGPGFI/AAAAAAAAABM/x0E81Oa1DiE/s1600-h/IMG_4211.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SVZZpyGPGFI/AAAAAAAAABM/x0E81Oa1DiE/s320/IMG_4211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284509787123292242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" xmlns="" ><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Belén:</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">Valeria, te cuento que mi papá hace magia!</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Valeria:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">Sí? Cómo?</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Belén:</span><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;">Se pone una moneda en la mano y la hace desaparecer!<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;">Yo le llamo a eso IMPRESIONISMO!!</p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-7010696346209994244?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-26463123548554085022008-11-18T23:55:00.004-04:002008-11-19T11:07:36.324-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Mamá:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hijita, y qué desayunaste hoy en casa de tu papá?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Té y un sandwich, pero no acabé el té.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mamá:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Té? Por qué té? Si siempre tomas leche en el desayuno? Por qué no le pediste a tu papá que te sirviera leche?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Es que hoy fue un día diferente.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-2646312354855408502?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-3885279579372005672008-11-18T23:50:00.005-04:002008-11-19T12:15:50.971-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sábado en el desayuno.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">La mami (mi abuelita):</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Uff, tengo mil cosas que hacer esta mañana y no se si me va a dar el tiempo.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tengo que ir al mercado, luego a comprar las frutas, luego al banco y luego a buscar gas...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Será que puedo hacer todo eso en la mañana?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">PODE!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-388527957937200567?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-20082226043731925122008-11-18T23:40:00.003-04:002008-11-18T23:49:55.119-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">La amiguita: </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Quisiera que tu mamá sea mi mamá!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale: </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Por qué?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">La amiguita: </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Porque tu mamá es bien buena, en cambio mis papás son los seres más malvados del mundo!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale: </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eso porque no has visto cómo me trata mi mamá a veces...</span><br /><br />¡PLOP!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-2008222604373192512?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-32974999097592259322008-10-31T00:37:00.001-04:002008-10-31T00:39:33.647-04:00<span xmlns=''><p>El verano pasado Valeria se fue de vacaciones con sus abuelos a Lima.<br /></p><p>Antes de viajar, su mamá le puso una manillita del Divino Niño para que la proteja.<br /></p><p>Al regreso, la abuela le contó a su mamá que Vale no se quiso quitar la manilla ni para bañarse, por lo que ya no era rosadita sino más bien plomita…<br /></p><p><strong>Mamá:</strong><br /> <em>Hijita, ya te puedes quitar la manillita para que la lavemos.</em><br /> </p><p><strong>Vale:</strong><br /> <em>No mamá! Esta ciudad es más peligrosa aún!!</em></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-3297499909759225932?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-86157597950401805802008-10-31T00:22:00.005-04:002008-10-31T01:18:36.463-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQqT9fTwm8I/AAAAAAAAABE/AyyDEGyPdsQ/s1600-h/SL380351.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQqT9fTwm8I/AAAAAAAAABE/AyyDEGyPdsQ/s320/SL380351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263181799121525698" border="0" /></a><br /><span xmlns=""><p><strong><br /> </strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong>Vale:</strong><br /> <em>Aude ¿Porqué tú no tienes novio?</em><br /> </p><p><strong>Aude:</strong><br /> <em>Yo tampoco me lo explico amiguita…</em><br /> </p><p><strong>Vale:</strong><br /> <em>Deberías teñirte el cabello rojo como mi mamá para conseguir muchos novios!</em><br /> </p><p><strong>Mamá:</strong><br /> <em>Vale!! ¿Acaso yo tengo muchos novios?</em><br /> </p><p><strong>Vale:</strong><br /> <em>Pero ¿mi papá fue tu novio, no?</em><br /> </p><p><strong>Mamá:</strong><br /> <em>Mmmm. Bueno, sí.</em><br /> </p><p><strong>Vale:</strong><br /> <em>Ves? Uno es más que cero!! ...y un ratito es mejor que nada…</em></p><p>PLOP!!!<br /> </p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-8615759795040180580?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1086324140548470072008-10-30T01:10:00.003-04:002008-10-30T01:41:37.893-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHNnoGTEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gW3miqeMatU/s1600-h/SL380216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHNnoGTEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gW3miqeMatU/s320/SL380216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262815938860174402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHODTsAxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IZiE8fCyGI0/s1600-h/SL380230.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHODTsAxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IZiE8fCyGI0/s320/SL380230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262815946290758418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHOG0DYZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dCZIZa1e1xA/s1600-h/SL380228.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHOG0DYZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dCZIZa1e1xA/s320/SL380228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262815947231814034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHN4OmyEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bqWd_RaRhbA/s1600-h/SL380222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHN4OmyEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bqWd_RaRhbA/s320/SL380222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262815943316654146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlH0-kF9wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/63k3WR6ZQAo/s1600-h/SL380267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlH0-kF9wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/63k3WR6ZQAo/s320/SL380267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262816615032289026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHOVlhu_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/JrhfllHIJb4/s1600-h/SL380253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtvCErjpTrs/SQlHOVlhu_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/JrhfllHIJb4/s320/SL380253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262815951197420530" border="0" /></a><br /><span xmlns=""><br /><p><span xmlns=""><p><span xmlns=""><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Dos kilómetros,</span><span xmlns=""><span style="font-size:130%;"> dos horas y un circuito </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">después……<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Mamá, y qué era lo que tanto quería ver Aude acá?</span></span></p></span></p></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-108632414054847007?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-25979023030488852382008-10-30T00:35:00.002-04:002008-10-30T00:46:31.697-04:00<span xmlns=""><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Mamá, Cómo se llama este hueso de mi brazo? </span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mamá:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Húmero.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Y el tuyo?</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mamá:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">También se llama húmero.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Y el de la abuela?</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mamá:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Se llama igual, hijita.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Y el del abuelo?</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mamá:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">También.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Ahhh, ya sé! Es porque todos somos de la misma familia! no?<br /></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-2597902303048885238?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-25673577250403046012008-10-30T00:26:00.005-04:002008-10-30T00:37:18.779-04:00<span xmlns=""><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mamá:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Cómo te fue en el colegio hijita?</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Muy bien mamá!</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mamá:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Comiste toda la merienda que te mandé?</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Ehhh... Podemos cambiar de tema??</span><br /></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-2567357725040304601?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04896022391985914839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-88427747016199194732008-01-23T17:29:00.000-04:002008-01-23T17:35:47.206-04:00<blockquote><strong>Vale:</strong> Yo no quiero entrar.<br /><strong>Mami:</strong> Pero Vale, es parte de la historia.<br /><strong>Vale:</strong> Ya, pero contámela, no me la mostrés.</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-8842774701619919473?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-60368513291699237692007-09-11T00:00:00.000-04:002007-09-11T00:07:44.335-04:00Vale está aprendiendo a leer, y su mamá estaba que se jalaba de los pelos, porque reconocía las letras, sabía las sílabas, pero algo fallaba en el proceso.<br /><br />Carla: a ver Vale, la "P" con la "A"<br />Vale: Pa<br />Carla: la "T" con la "O"<br />Vale: To<br />Carla: Qué dice?<br />Vale: No sé.<br /><br />Carla: la "S" con la "A"<br />Vale: Sa<br />Carla: La "P" con la "O"<br />Vale: Po<br />Carla: qué dice?<br />Vale: No sé.<br /><br />Carla: La "R" con la "O"<br />Vale: Ro<br />Carla: la "S" con la "A"<br />Vale: Sa<br />Carla: qué dice?<br />Vale: Flor<br /><br />PLOP!<br /><br />PD: ahora Vale ya superó esta etapa y ya no da ganas de ahorcarla...bueno ya no por eso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-6036851329169923769?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-54038279944873580592007-05-23T11:00:00.000-04:002007-05-23T11:03:56.447-04:00<em><blockquote><em><strong>Andrea:</strong> Carla, tú hubieras querido tener<br />gemelas?</em><br /><em><strong>Carla:</strong> Dos como Vale?</em><br /><em><strong>Vale:</strong> Sería terrible, no?</em><br /></blockquote></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-5403827994487358059?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-40998794215694119402007-04-21T23:31:00.000-04:002007-04-21T23:32:25.535-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Carla:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Vale, ¿qué quieres ser cuando seas grande?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Hermana.</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-4099879421569411940?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1166044432947844162006-12-13T16:45:00.000-04:002006-12-13T17:30:41.723-04:00Acá Vale bailando con su pareja, René. Vuelta, y vuelta, y creo que me mareé.<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRgXULSFSNQ"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRgXULSFSNQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Aquí se supone que tenían que ir dando zancos, pero, un momento, ¿qué es eso?, es un ave, no, es un avión, no, es Valeria siendo usada de volantín (segundo 3)<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJI4UEdnBHQ"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJI4UEdnBHQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Y Vale no sólo baila, sino que también canta, aquí está cantando una canción típica, o quizás no tanto.<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsJWN9HW8X0"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsJWN9HW8X0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-116604443294784416?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1165465636174944182006-12-06T23:54:00.000-04:002006-12-07T16:22:23.643-04:00Vale hace varias semanas bailó su primer taquirari y como era de esperarse estaba muy emocionada:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/andreags/315992129/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/315992129_374a955e8e_m.jpg" alt="Vale y Sofi" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /></div><br />Ya sé lo que piensan, dejo de postear unas semanas y de repente a Valeria le crece el cabello medio metro, jaja, no, es que le pusieron extensiones, a ella y a su amiga Sofía.<br /><br />Se ve tan tierna...que quién diría...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/andreags/315994185/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/315994185_71c2b846d4_m.jpg" alt="Vale y Sofi" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />Ésta es su pareja, René, hasta ahora no deja de hablar de él.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/andreags/315993392/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/120/315993392_2323268811_m.jpg" alt="Vale y René" height="180" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />Los videos del baile los pongo de que los suba a Youtube.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-116546563617494418?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1164660509644279732006-11-27T16:44:00.000-04:002006-11-27T16:55:03.113-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Andrea:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Mira Vale, lo que tienes que hacer es que el gallo llegue hasta la salida, ¿entendiste?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> sí.</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5644/201/1600/972437/DSC00123.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5644/201/320/670915/DSC00123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-116466050964427973?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1163111424882170032006-11-09T18:25:00.000-04:002006-11-09T18:30:24.900-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Mi hermano dijo que los menores tienen que respetar a los mayores y los mayores a los menores, así que respétame Enriqueta, respétame. </span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-116311142488217003?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1162612846738378462006-11-03T23:59:00.000-04:002006-11-04T00:05:28.480-04:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla: </span>¿Y esa canción quién te la enseñó?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Yo me la inventé porque soy muy rápida y tengo ideas brillantes.</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Lo bueno es que yo siempre le he enseñado a ser modesta...<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-116261284673837846?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1162612703654371862006-11-03T23:55:00.000-04:002006-11-04T00:04:52.686-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Papi:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Vale, ¿a qué me parezco yo?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> A un toborochi</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-116261270365437186?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1161220755137921112006-10-18T21:14:00.000-04:002006-10-18T21:19:15.150-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Mamá, yo voy a tener un hermanito.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Carla (la mamá):</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> ¡¿CUÁNDO?!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Ay, pues cuando nazca.</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-116122075513792111?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1161105790600760122006-10-17T13:11:00.000-04:002006-10-17T13:23:10.653-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Andrea:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Carla, ¿lo puedo llevar a Goku al veterinario en tu auto? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Ni-ca.</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-116110579060076012?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1157419804767272632006-09-04T21:28:00.000-04:002006-09-04T21:30:04.780-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla:</span> Vale, si te portas mal te voy a jalar la oreja.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Si tú me jalas la oreja, yo llamo a la policía.</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-115741980476727263?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1153011499029612302006-07-15T20:20:00.000-04:002006-07-15T20:58:19.043-04:00En una entrada anterior hacía referencia a Valeria y su <a href="http://elblogdevale.blogspot.com/2006/03/colla.html">conversación con Sofía, su amiga colla</a>, pero me olvidé decirles que Valeria, estuvo con crisis de identidad hace algún tiempo, y un día dijo:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote>"Yo quiero ser colla."</blockquote></span>La alerta aquí en Santa Cruz sonó, y hasta vino el Comité Pro Santa Cruz para disuadirla.<br /><br />El Prefecto entre llantos decía: <span style="font-style: italic;">¡se nos va, se nos va!<br /></span><br />Ya no había vuelto a comentar nada de esto, hasta ayer, que me estaba contando la historia de su vida y dijo:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Yo nací en Santa Cruz.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andrea</span>: ¿No eras colla?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale</span>: Sí, pero al princiiiipio era camba.</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br />Lo que sí, es autonomista, o al menos lo era hace año y medio, ya que encontré este video:<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZY6ViNiGZeY"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZY6ViNiGZeY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Aunque, hay que decir que en estar últimas elecciones <a href="http://elblogdevale.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-se-deja-influenciar.html">ya no votó por Barney</a>, sino por <a href="http://www.cantv.net/infantil/resena.asp?id=94162&cat=8&amp;Fresena=TRUE">Jim de la Luna.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-115301149902961230?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1153009180049062542006-07-15T19:53:00.000-04:002006-07-15T21:04:39.216-04:00Valeria está estudiando en la Escuela Francesa, y consiguientemente aprendiendo a hablar francés. Además que uno de sus ídolos es Zidane, y está terriblemente afectada por lo que pasó con Materazzi. ¡Pero bueno! <br /><br />Hace ya algún tiempo, todo su colegio, osea los 20 niños, tuvieron una presentación donde cantaron entre otros temas, An éléphant.<br /><br /><center><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owgn6_Tz3u0"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/owgn6_Tz3u0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-115300918004906254?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1150225592213010562006-06-13T14:57:00.000-04:002006-06-13T15:06:32.233-04:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Sí mamá, lo hice yo sola.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/foto%20014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/foto%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-115022559221301056?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1148409047879505422006-05-23T14:25:00.000-04:002006-05-23T14:30:47.880-04:00Valeria se cayó y de paso manchó la cama.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Buaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Carla: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Qué pasa Vale.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">No soy buena para guardar cosas. Buaaaa. No soy buena para nada. Buaaaa!!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Carla:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Ya Vale...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Y ahora dame ese dulce para que me tranquilice.</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114840904787950542?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1148408719935813222006-05-23T14:22:00.000-04:002006-05-23T14:25:19.946-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Si tu me tratas mal...yo ya no voy a ser tu hija.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Carla:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Vale, tú siempre vas a ser mi hija quieras o no.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vale:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Temía que fueras a decir eso.</span><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"> </blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114840871993581322?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1148153692280863602006-05-20T15:33:00.000-04:002006-05-20T15:34:52.280-04:00Jugando ajedrez...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Papi:</span> Vale, Vale, cuidado, estás haciendo caer todas las piezas.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale: </span>Relájate papi, relájate. </span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114815369228086360?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1148153563149096842006-05-20T15:31:00.000-04:002006-05-20T15:32:43.166-04:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Ay...estoy exterminada. </blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114815356314909684?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1147309343359943592006-05-10T21:01:00.000-04:002006-05-10T21:02:23.373-04:00<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla: </span>Vale, deja de hacer eso o me voy a enojar.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> ¿En serio? No creo...</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114730934335994359?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1147201251010559782006-05-09T14:58:00.000-04:002006-05-09T15:00:51.023-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla:</span> Vale, ¿ya sabes que vas a ser cuando seas grande?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> No. No sé si ser doctora, profesora, mamá...o pato. </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114720125101055978?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1146942446511897582006-05-06T15:05:00.000-04:002006-05-06T15:07:26.530-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Mami, no sé que quiero ser.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mami:</span> ¿Cómo que quieres ser?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Sí, no sé si doctora, profesora o mamá.</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114694244651189758?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1144260346235314962006-04-05T14:04:00.000-04:002006-05-10T21:04:36.956-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla:</span> ¡Vale!, adivina cuántas poleras te compré.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> 28300</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114426034623531496?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1143571694792442342006-03-28T14:44:00.000-04:002006-03-28T14:48:50.773-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Mamá, ¿que comen las collas?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla:</span> ¿Las qué?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Las collas<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla: </span>Lo mismo que tú. ¿Por qué?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale: </span>Mi amiga Sofía es colla.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla:</span> ¿Cómo sabes?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Porque ella me dijo.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla:</span> ¿Qué te dijo?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Yo soy colla.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla:</span> Y tú que le dijiste?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Yo soy camba.</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114357169479244234?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1143571417530271702006-03-28T14:39:00.000-04:002006-03-28T14:43:37.540-04:00Mientras veíamos Manchester vs. Birmingham...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Papi, ¿qué se llama ese lugar donde está toda esa gente?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">P:</span> Estadio</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> ¿Estadios Unidos?</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114357141753027170?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1143571133698842522006-03-28T14:37:00.000-04:002006-03-28T14:38:53.696-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">M: </span>Valeria, todos los días te pones la misma ropa. Mañana quiero ver que te pongas otra cosa.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale: </span>Ni lo sueñes mami. </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114357113369884252?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1143571015348180172006-03-28T14:35:00.000-04:002006-03-28T14:39:05.576-04:00En el auto:<br /><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">"Mañana </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">si tengo tiempo</span><span style="font-style: italic;">, voy a ir a jugar en los botes."</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114357101534818017?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1140287350303547602006-02-18T14:20:00.000-04:002006-02-18T14:29:10.326-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/foto%20002%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/foto%20002%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114028735030354760?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1140024762586417532006-02-15T13:31:00.000-04:002006-02-15T15:05:08.376-04:00Vale siempre está inventándose canciones, pero ésta en especial es un poco dramática:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cab.cnea.gov.ar/rrpp/Images/clave-sol.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 38px; height: 89px;" src="http://www.cab.cnea.gov.ar/rrpp/Images/clave-sol.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Y aunque la vida se detuvo, yo disfruté con los amigos de la escuela..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114002476258641753?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1140024613813936682006-02-15T13:28:00.000-04:002006-02-15T21:41:24.786-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla:</span> ¿Tú qué piensas de tener una madre tan linda?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale: </span>¿Y tú qué piensas de tener una hija tan linda?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114002461381393668?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1140024511378200732005-12-25T15:26:00.000-04:002006-02-15T13:30:54.940-04:00No a todos les entusiasma tanto la visita de Papá Noel:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/Papanoel%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/Papanoel%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-114002451137820073?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1135117316057960852005-12-20T18:19:00.000-04:002005-12-20T18:30:12.966-04:00<blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale: </span>¿Por quién vas a votar?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eduardo:</span> Por Evo.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> A mí no me gusta Evo, yo voy a votar por Barney.</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113511731605796085?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1135117084924273352005-12-20T18:15:00.000-04:002005-12-20T18:26:47.506-04:00<blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale: </span>¿A dónde vamos? <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carla:</span> A votar<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vale:</span> Yo también quiero votar...¿cómo se votea?</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113511708492427335?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1134579251263552482005-12-14T12:46:00.000-04:002005-12-14T18:53:15.960-04:00Valeria estaba muy preocupada por sus estadísticas, así que decidimos ponerle el nuevo servicio de Google, <a href="http://www.google.com/analytics/">Google Analytics</a>, y además el<a href="http://www.statcounter.com/"> StatCounter.</a><br /><br />Ustedes no los ven, pero ahí están. Ahora podremos ver de qué países nos visitan, qué posts son los más vistos, cuánto tiempo se quedan en el blog...incluso sabremos si se lavaron las manos después de ir al baño.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113457925126355248?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1134019722664973742005-12-08T01:20:00.000-04:002005-12-08T01:28:44.670-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/parecidosrazonables.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/parecidosrazonables.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />No sé cuál de los dos es más adorable...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113401972266497374?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1133918999417207182005-12-06T21:27:00.000-04:002005-12-14T12:57:07.583-04:00El 8 de Octubre <a href="http://www.floricienta.com.ar/">Floricienta </a>dio un concierto aquí en Santa Cruz. Valeria no iba a ir, pero ese mismo día su papá le trajo entradas.<br /><br />A Vale le encanta Floricienta, se sabe todas las canciones, aquí un poco de su repertorio:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ven a mí</span><br /><iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=ven%20a%20mi.mp3&url=http://elblogdevale.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" height="40" scrolling="no" width="250"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tic-tac</span><br /><iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Tic%20Tac.mp3&url=http://elblogdevale.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" height="40" scrolling="no" width="250"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chaval chulito</span><br /><iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=chavalchulito.mp3&url=http://elblogdevale.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" height="40" scrolling="no" width="250"></iframe><br />Powered by <a href="http://www.castpost.com/">Castpost</a><br /><br /></div>Una foto de Vale mientras esperaban que comience el concierto.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/Imagen%20029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/Imagen%20029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Claro que el clímax vino cuando salió <a href="http://rwtiempo.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/4.jpg">Franco</a> a escena...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/Imagen%20046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/Imagen%20046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Actualización:</span> Dado que muchos de ustedes me lo han estado preguntando...<span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span>, yo no fui al concierto de Floricienta, yo estaba en el de Molotov.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113391899941720718?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com143tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1133909787274949302005-12-06T18:25:00.000-04:002005-12-06T18:56:27.296-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/Cumple%20de%20Vale%20y%20Antonio%20023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/Cumple%20de%20Vale%20y%20Antonio%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.friendscafe.org/scripts/s6/616.shtml">Always aware!</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/unagi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/unagi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*Si no vieron Friends, no lo van a entender.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113390978727494930?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1133274210521196112005-11-29T10:18:00.000-04:002005-11-29T10:23:30.523-04:00Esto es lo que Vale mejor sabe hacer.<br /><br />Prepárense para ser sorprendidos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/mapa%20031%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/mapa%20031%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Un<span style="font-style: italic;"> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Close_up">close up</a></span>, por favor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/mapa%20032%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/mapa%20032%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113327421052119611?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1133273806630012372005-11-29T10:05:00.000-04:002005-11-29T10:16:46.640-04:00Aquí las dos primas. ¿Invasión de Valerias? Sí. ¿Hay que preocuparse? Sí. Juntas son un terremoto. Tengan miedo, tengan mucho miedo...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/ocorotu%20002%20%28450%20x%20600%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/ocorotu%20002%20%28450%20x%20600%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/ocorotu%20005%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/ocorotu%20005%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113327380663001237?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1133272818687179032005-11-29T09:57:00.000-04:002005-11-29T10:00:18.686-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/Imagenes%20069%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/Imagenes%20069%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113327281868717903?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1133272625511405812005-11-29T09:54:00.000-04:002005-11-29T09:57:05.523-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/1600/fotos%20111%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/201/320/fotos%20111%20%28600%20x%20450%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Tomada este año en Colpa Caranda.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113327262551140581?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19157682.post-1132526357497128372005-11-20T18:36:00.000-04:002005-11-20T18:39:17.506-04:00Valeria cantando "La Mochila Azul"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDfi7XZhh20"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDfi7XZhh20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19157682-113252635749712837?l=elblogdevale.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreanoreply@blogger.com1