Soda Pop And Mouth Sores

new version of the FSA or the FSA

How mousse is a must. Maybe I'll start from what is FSA . It is Fantazjadowy Accreditation System, which was launched at the latest edition of Fantazjady. The first version proved to be quite well. Though not cared without fuck ups such as losing entries, removes the Polish characters for a few days before the event, but overall, came out pretty well. After a weekend meeting in Warsaw (I hate this town) came home with a few loose specification of the new FSA . For the average user who only sees the online form and change the look and comes a few extra fields. But it looks like every medal every knows and is also the other side. A form is really only a fraction of the system. The old version only allowed to show form, edit, create and send odprawek and a total of as much. The new version will be more extensive. Of course, design changes, adding some JavaScript, the option will certainly be an advanced control panel tags, family connections, etc. Generally, a lot of work ahead of me on this project, but as I finish it, I hope that I will be proud of it.

For Narrow Feet Best Skates

v.2.0. DeviantArt

was night. Far on the horizon became a rider waved the flag and drove off. It was a sign. It started up. We're in the ass said to himself Slainin. He was right, did not even know how much. In the fortress there were only two thousand men armed for war, and there, behind the hill ten times as much, trained in the art of killing warriors. At dawn, everything was about to begin. Enough food stocks quietly for months, but who after that time will still be alive? Nobody. Yet no one survived the siege by these savages, especially when he leads them Al'Hazim. Only a miracle can save us, but miracles do not happen without him. Slainin stood there for a moment in the window and began to get ready. Get ready to die. Armor still looked great. Glossy, with golden ornaments, the lightest metal alloys, and at the same time harder than a rock. Without draśnięć, no dents. She looked exactly the same as at the date of the first battle. A sword, passed down from father to son, could remember the origins of the first era. After his blood running down the blade of the first invaders, and yet it was still sharp. Slainin improved once all the belts and buckles, put his sword into the sheath at his belt, he took a helmet under his arm and walked out. The sun had already aroused from his sleep and showed its first rays. In the courtyard, gathered all able to fight. Most were boys at the age of thirteen, maybe fourteen years old. Do not know the fight, but they knew that they must fight to survive. Each of them had a sword. Elders who could use a bow stood on the walls. On the green plain of the claim has already faced a catapult, trebusze, siege towers. Al'Hazima soldiers ready to fight. We could hear their laughter, their songs toting combat.

tbc

Fever, Fatigue, Swollen Gums, Blisters On Tongue

Although I definitely said late last year to stop this blog, I would still like to show you (and maybe still happens quite often).

Since early March I could from my dining room window / garden a couple swans follow. First, their search for a comfortable spot in the bush behind our house. After making their nests. Then the mating ritual, something that wonderful to see, and the long incubation time.



Yesterday I saw for the first time the chicks, they are four, between the wings of the mother. If you look closely you can, right in the picture, a little face perception. But this afternoon they left the nest for the first time.





At a distance I along with my children, viewed and enjoyed it.