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Elvis Presley & Martina McBride - Blue Christmas



Elvis died at 77, Martina, his daughter, was born in 66.
Whether the video is great, it's hard to believe that this is a montage!
The appearance of the singer is perfect ...
The public's reaction when she enters the scene, too, the time that Elvis sings and plays only to talk about.
The only detail is that the look, just once, at the end of the presentation.
Remember: "It's just a show",! And who did it is excellent!
see and draw their own conclusions.
This meeting (digital) between Elvis and Martina, is 40 years difference in time of each artist.
mean, Elvis was in 1968 and Martina in 2008. when filmed.
is an edit made by computer.
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(__!__) fat ass ...


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(_O_) ass with much more 'mileage' ...

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A citizen was summoned for a tax investigation in the DIAN. (Direction of National Taxes and Customs)
Startled, he asked his accountant how to dress.
'Use rags to think that you beggar' said the accountant.

When asked his lawyer, he told the exact opposite:
'Do not get intimidated. Use your best most elegant suit and tie. "
Confused, the man decides to ask his wife, tells of two conflicting advice and asks for your opinion: She says so:
"Let me tell you a story:
When he was about to marry you, I asked my mother what to wear on their wedding night. 'Wear a heavy pajamas, thick neck reaches you,' said my mother.

But when I asked my best friend gave me the opposite advice: "Put your baby doll you have smaller, transparent and with a neckline that will reach to the navel and a thong floss."

The average man astonished question 'but my love, what has that to do with my taxes?
- Well, no matter how you dress, the same!'re Going to stick ...!

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fashion now when gay marriage and adoption of a child, tells the child to the father who is taking a bath, but dad you have a big pee and dad replies " and that I still have not seen your mom. "

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much of what we criticize in this blog is confirmed in the link above.

The debate remains open.

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Peacocky MAC - MAC champales

A few weeks into the fall, MAC brings a new collection inspired by the colors of the peacock. Let's take a look to this collection, called MAC Peacocky Limited, which will be available at MAC counters in Saga Falabella and Ripley and Saga Falabella Jockey Plaza Lima San Isidro, during the month of March.

"idolize the exotic peacock as a symbol of extreme beauty, arrogant face of what is simplistic. Introducing the new kissable Lipcolour that combines the color of a lipstick with the creaminess and a gloss finish. Combine with shadows Mega Metal eyes that shine like chrome. They are creamy thanks to its composition of vitamins and will not crack, "explains Mark.

COLLECTION

Lip:

Kissable Lip Color - Available in 12 new shades:

• Woo Me - Light pink nude
Strut Your Stuff
• - Bright Red Super
• - Brown off
• Temper Tantra - Reddish brown
• enchantée - Rosa clear blue
• So Vain - Coral off
• Scandalicious - Fuchsia blue
• Vanity Fair blue-Pink
• Exxxhibitionist - Coral red
• flaunting It - Gray mauve
• Peck Love - Red blood
dark
• Peacocky - Blue sky with pearlescent pigments

Shadows:

Mega Metal Shadow (20 eur) - Available in 15 colors:

Peek-at
• You - Light yellow frost
• Dalliance - Champagne clear
• Tweet Me - Gilded Bronze
• Paparazzo-she - Bronze copper
intense
• Top of the Posh - Light pink frost
• Mating Call - half frost Violeta
• Sexpectations - Bordeaux Metallic
• Spectacle of Yourself - Dark Bronze
• Dandizette - Navy with
silver pigments
• Odalisque - Dark Green Leaf Plum Noir
• - Purple pearlescent pigments
• Ego - Forest Green
• Prance - Mauve pearl frost
• Center Stage - Chocolate Brown frost
• unflappable - Black frost with purple pigments

not forget that the MAC Peacocky limited collection will be available at MAC counters in Saga Falabella and Ripley and Saga Falabella Jockey Plaza Lima San Isidro, during the month of March.

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The Sex & Me - Isabel Allende

My sex life started early, about five years in the kindergarten of the Ursuline nuns in Santiago, Chile. I guess until then had remained in the limbo of innocence, but I have no memories of that earlier age pristine sex. My first experience was to accidentally swallow a small plastic doll.

"You grow inside, you'll get round and then a baby born to thee," he explained

my best friend, who had just had a baby brother. A son! It was the last thing I wanted. Followed terrible days, I had fever, lost appetite, vomiting. My friend confirmed that the symptoms were identical to those of his mother. Finally, a nun forced me to confess the truth.

"I'm pregnant," I admitted hiccuping.

I was caught by the arm and taken by air to the office of Mother Superior. Thus began my horror at the wrists And my curiosity about this mysterious affair, whose very name was unpronounceable: sex. The girls of my generation lacked sexual instinct, that was invented long after Masters and Johnson. Only men suffering from the evil that could lead them to hell and made them a potential fauns throughout their lives. When a rough him a question, there were two types of response according to the mother that we play in luck. The traditional explanation was the stork that came from Paris and the modern era about flowers and bees. My mother was modern, but the relationship between pollen and wrist in my belly I was unclear.

Seven years prepared me for First Communion. Before receiving the host had to confess. They took me to church, I knelt behind a curtain of black felt and tried to remember my sins, but I forgot them all. Amid the darkness and the smell of incense I heard a voice with an accent of Galicia.

- Have you ever touched the body with your hands?

"Yes, father.

often do, child?

-Everyday ...

- Everyday! That is a very serious offense in the eyes of God, purity is the greatest virtue of a girl, you must promise you will not do more!

promised, of course, but never imagined how could wash my face or brush my teeth without touching the body with your hands. (This traumatic episode helped me to "Eva Luna", thirty-odd years later. You never know what you are training).

was born south of the world during World War II in a family of emancipated and intellectual aspects and almost paleolithic in others. I grew up in the home of my grandparents, a quirky house where ghosts roamed raised by my grandmother with her three-legged table. They lived there two single guys, a little eccentric, as most members of my family. One of them had traveled to India and was left with a taste for matters fakirs, he was barely covered by a loincloth reciting the 999 names of God in Sanskrit. The other was a lovable, hairstyle as Carlos Gardel and passionate lover of reading. (Both served as models, somewhat exaggerated, I admit, to James and Nicholas in "The House of the Spirits"). The house was full of books piled everywhere, growing like an untamed flora, reproduced before our eyes. No one censored or guided my reading and so I read the Marquis de Sade, but I think it was a very well advanced for my age, the author took for known things that I completely ignored, I lacked basic references. The only man who had seen naked was my uncle, fakir sitting on the patio watching the moon and I was somewhat disappointed that little appendage that could comfortably in my crayon box. So much fuss about that?

At eleven years I lived in Bolivia. My mother had married a diplomat, a man of advanced ideas that I put in a mixed school. Took me months to get used to living with men, was always with red ears and I fell in love every day a different one. The boys were savages whose activities were limited to football and fighting the break, but my friends were in the age of the contour of the bust measure and record in a notebook receiving kisses. Had to specify details of who, where, how. There were some lucky ones who could write: Felipe, in the bathroom with language. I pretended that these things did not interest me, I dressed as a man and I climbed trees to hide that it was almost dwarf and less sexy than a chicken. In biology class taught us something about anatomy and the process of making babies, but it was very difficult to imagine. The more daring than we see in a picture was a mother nursing a newborn. From what we knew nothing else and never mention the pleasure, so the bottom line escapes us why adults made such filth? The erection was a well kept secret by the boys, as it was menstruation for girls. The literature seemed evasive and I was not going to the movies, but I doubt there could see something erotic about that time. Relations with the boys consisted of pushing, slapping and messages from friends: Keenan says he wants to kiss you, say yes, but with closed eyes, says she no longer wants, tell him he's an idiot, says stupid are you and so we spent the entire school year. Maximum privacy was by turns chewing the same gum. Once I was able to fight face to face with the famous Keenan, a redhead who all the girls loved in secret. I drew blood from his nose, but that mole freckles and panting crushed against the stones of the courtyard, is one of the most exciting memories of my life. On another occasion he asked me to dance at a party. A La Paz had not reached the impact of rock began to shake the world, we still cooed Nat King Cole and Bing Crosby (Oh, God! "Was that prehistory?) Embraced They danced, sometimes-to-chic chic but I was so tiny that my cheek barely belt buckle any normal girl. Keenan pulled me a little and felt something hard at the height of his pants pocket and my ribs. I gave a qolpecitos with fingertips and asked take off the keys because they hurt me. He ran and did not return to the party. Now, I know more of human nature, the only explanation I can think of his behavior is that perhaps were not the keys.

In 1956 my family had moved to Lebanon and I had gone to a girls' school, this time an English Quaker school, where sex simply did not exist, the universe had been suppressed by the British phlegm and zeal of preachers. Beirut was the pearl of the Middle East. In the city's fortunes were deposited sheiks had branch stores of the most famous fashion designers and jewelers of Europe, Cadillacs trimmed with gold circulating in the streets along with camels and mules. Many women no longer wore the veil and some students put some pants, but there was still that strong border for millennia separated the sexes. The sensuality pervaded the air, floating like the smell of mutton fat, the midday heat and the singing of the muezzin calling to prayer from the minaret. The desire, lust, forbidden ... The girls did not go out alone and children should also be careful. My stepfather gave them long hat pins to my brothers to fend for pinching the street. In the playground of the school passed from hand to hand photo-novels published in India with translation French, a very warped version of "Lady Chatterley's Lover" and pocket-books on Caligula's orgies. My stepfather was "The Thousand and One Nights" locked in his closet, but I discovered how to open the cabinet and read those great hidden pieces of red leather books with gold lettering. I dived into the world without return of fantasy, guided by houris skin of milk, geniuses who lived in the bottles and princes endowed with an inexhaustible enthusiasm for sex. Everything around me inviting sensuality and my hormones were about to explode like grenades, but lived virtually imprisoned in Beirut. The girls did not speak even decent with boys, in spite of which I had a friend, the son of a carpet merchant, who visited me to drink Coca-Cola on the terrace. It was so rich that he moped with driver. Among the supervision of my mother and her chauffeur, never had a chance to be alone.

I was flat. Now it does not matter, but in the fifties it was a tragedy, breasts were regarded as the essence of femininity. Responsible fashion highlights: tight sweater, a wide belt of elastic, inflated skirts flying starched. A buxom woman had an assured future. The models were Jayne Mansfield, Gina Lollobrigida, Sophia Loren. What could a girl without breasts? Get stuffed. Were two half spheres of rubber to the lower pressure sank without a perceive it. Suddenly became concave, until suddenly he heard a plop-plop terrible and gums returned to their original position, crippling the suitor that was close to the user and plunging into terrible humiliation. Moved and could also be one on the sternum and the other under his arm, or two floating in the pool behind the swimmer. In 1958 Lebanon was threatened by civil war. After the Suez Canal crisis sharpened the rivalry between the Muslim sectors, policy inspired by Gamal Abdel Nasser's Pan-Arabian, and Christian government. The President Camile Chamoun sought help from Eisenhower and in July landed the U.S. Sixth Fleet. Of the hundreds of marines landed carriers well-nourished and hungry for sex. Parents stepped up surveillance of his daughters, but it was impossible to prevent young people they met. I ran away from school to go dancing with the Yankees. Experienced drunkenness of sin and rock n'roll. For the first time my small size was an advantage, because with one hand the burly Marines were thrown through the air, giving me two rounds over their heads shaved and crawl across the floor to the rhythm of the guitar frenzy of Elvis Presley. Between two flips I got the first kiss of my career and the taste of beer and took me Ketchup two years. The unrest in Lebanon forced my stepfather to send children back to Chile. Another time I lived in the house of my grandfather. At fifteen, when he was planning to get me a nun to hide I would stay maid, a young distinguished me down there on the design of the carpet, and smiled. I think he enjoyed my appearance. I hung onto his waist and not released until five years later, when he finally agreed to marry me.

The pill had been invented, but in Chile it is still talked about in whispers. It was assumed that sex was for men and romance for women, they were seduced into them give "proof of love" and we should resist to get "pure" to marriage, though I doubt that many will not make it. I do not know exactly how I had two children.

And then it happened as we all hoped for several years. The wave of liberation of the sixties toured South America and came to this corner at the end of the continent where I lived. Pop art, mini-skirt, drugs, sex, bikini and the Beatles. All Brigitte Bardot imitated, tousled, her lips swollen and miserable blouse to burst under the pressure of her femininity. Suddenly an unexpected setback: no more lush French or Italian divas, fashion imposed the English model Twiggy, a sort of hermaphrodite starving. By then I had left breast, so I ran back to the opposite side of the stereotype. They spoke of orgies, swinging, pornography. Only spoke, I never saw them. Gays out of the darkness, yet I turned 28 not imagine how. And feminist movements emerged three or four women we took the bra, which skewered on a broomstick and left to march, but nobody followed us, we returned to our homes embarrassed. Hippies and flourished for several years I dressed in rags, and beads from India. I tried smoking pot but after vacuuming without flying or six cigars a little, I realized it was futile. Peace and love. Especially free love, even though I was late because he was hopelessly married.

My first story in the magazine where I worked was a scandal. During a dinner at a renowned politician, someone congratulated me on a humor article he had published and asked whether it planned to write something serious. Answered the first thing that came to mind: yes, I would like to interview an unfaithful wife. There was an icy silence at the table and then the conversation turned to food. But when coffee the housewife-thirty-eight, thin, executive in a government office, Chanel-suit took me aside and said yes I swore him to secrecy of his identity, she agreed to be interviewed. The next day I showed up at his office with a tape recorder. She said she was unfaithful because they have time off after lunch, because the sex was good for the morale, health and self-esteem and because men were not so bad after all. That is, for the same reasons so many unfaithful husbands, possibly including yours. Was not in love, suffered no guilt, maintained a discreet garçonière he shared with two friends as liberating as it. My conclusion, after a simple calculation mathematician, was that women are as unfaithful as men, or else with whom they do it? There can be only between one or all always the same handful of volunteers. No one forgave the story, as perhaps they would have done if the respondent had a husband in a wheelchair and a desperate lover. Pleasure without guilt or apology was unacceptable in a woman. The magazine came hundreds of letters insulting. Terrified, the director ordered me to write an article on "The loyal wife." I'm still looking for one that is for good reason. Nent information


times of uncertainty and confusion for women of my age. We read the Kinsey Report, the Kamasutra and American feminist books, but we could not shake the moralizing that we had raised. The men were still demanding what was not willing to offer, that is, their girlfriends and wives to be virgins chaste. Couples in crisis, almost all my friends were separated. In Chile there is no divorce, which makes things easier, because people are separated and board without red tape. I had a good marriage and drained most of my concerns in my work. While in the house acted as a mother and devoted wife, in the magazine and on my TV took every excuse to do publicly what I dared not do in private, for example, dressing up showgirl, with ostrich feathers on the back and an emerald glass stuck in his navel.

In 1975 my family and I left Chile because we could not continue living under the dictatorship of General Pinochet. The height of sexual liberation surprised us in Venezuela, a hot country, where sensuality is expressed without subterfuge. On the beaches are whiskered male with a bikini designed to highlight what they contain. The world's most beautiful women (win-win beauty contests), walk down the street looking for war, a secret music are carried on the hips.

In the first half of the 80 could not see any film, other than Walt Disney, not to appear at least two creatures mating. Even in scientific documentaries had amoebas or penguins who did. I went with my mother to see "Empire of the Senses" and not flinch. My stepfather was providing his famous erotic books for grandchildren, because they were a touching naivete compared with any magazine you could buy at newsstands. Had to study hard to get out of the questions of children (Mom what is pedophilia?) And feign creatures naturally when inflated condoms and balloons hung like birthday parties. Ordering the closet of my teenage son found a book wrapped in brown paper and guessed my long experience the contents before opening. I was right, was one of those modern manuals are changed in the school for pictures of football players. When you see two lovers rubbing with salmon mousse, I realized what I had missed in life. So many years cooking and ignored the multiple uses of salmon! In what had been my husband and me during all that time? Did not even have a mirror in the bedroom ceiling. We decided to catch up, but after some very dangerous contortions, as we see later in the x-column-woke echándonos joint liniment instead of mousse at the point G.

When my daughter Paula ended entered college to study psychology with a specialization in human sexuality. I warned it was unwise, that his vocation would not be well understood, we were not in Sweden. But she insisted. Paula had a boyfriend Sicilian whose plans were married in the church and beget many children, once she learned to cook pasta. Physically my daughter fooling anyone, like a virgin Murillo, graceful, sweet, long hair and droopy eyes, no one would imagine that was expert in these things. In the midst of Sexuality Seminar I made a trip to Holland and she phoned to ask me to bring some material to study. I had to go to a list in hand a shop in Amsterdam and buy a pink rubber artifacts as bananas. That was not the most embarrassing. The worst was when the office of Caracas opened my suitcase and I had to explain it were not for me but for my daughter. Paula began to move about with a bag of toys and pornographic Sicilian lost patience. His argument seemed reasonable to me: I was not willing to put his girlfriend were walking measuring your orgasms to others. Courses while they lasted, saw home videos with all possible combinations: women with donkeys, paraplegics with deaf, three Chinese and one elderly. They came to tea transgender, lesbian, necrophiliacs, Onan and while the Virgin of Murillo offered biscuits, I learned how surgeons make a man a woman using a piece of tripe.

The truth is that I spent years getting ready for when my grandchildren were born. I bought boots with stiletto heels, whips of seven points, dolls inflated practicable holes and balms aphrodisiacs, memorized the positions of eroticism sacred Hindu and she began to train the dog to artistic photos appeared AIDS and sexual liberation was the devil. In less than a year everything changed. My son Nicholas was cut green tufts that crowned his head, took off his fourteen pins ears and decided it was healthier to live in monogamous pairs. Paula left the sexology, because it seems it was no longer profitable, and instead set out to do an MA in cognitive education and learn to cook pasta in the hope of finding another boyfriend. He found him, they married and then came and took her death, but that's another story. I bought teddy bears for future grandchildren, I ate the salmon mousse and now take care of my flowers and my bees. Isabel Allende



This text was first published over ten years and that Isabel Allende has revised and updated for publication on their official website, the author makes a thorough chronology of its relationship with sex, from an early admission to the five years to its current status as grandmother, through the boom of the Kinsey Report and sexual revolution of the seventies.

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the well-known actress and singer Mari Pili Rodriguez has recently filed a lawsuit in court number four of Valladolid accusing the plastic surgeon Alberto Salvatierra de disfigure the breast. Mari Pili last month entered the operating room of the renowned doctor to get an augmentation surgery and breast lift. According to her, after making silicone implants the surgeon's left teat misplaced.

Alberto Salvatierra, meanwhile, told the media: "As I see them in their place."