Na de vier uur durende aanval van 11 juni was zijn vochthuishouding na enkele dagen weer hersteld. Na toediening van Neurontin vanaf 6 juni zijn de aanvallen vrijwel verdwenen, één á twee ker per week een korte aanval. Doordat hij al zijn energie nu niet meer nodig heeft om de aanvallen te overleven zie je nu meer functieherstel; re. zijde hand vingers voorzichtig buigen strekken, re. tenen heel licht buigen, ogen kijken meer gericht, slikken komt op gang, kijkt wat helderder. Op 26 juni is de trachea canule uit zijn keel verwijderd en ademt hij weer door zijn neus en mond, kan goed ophoesten en wegslikken. Probeert zijn stem weer te gebruiken. Logopediste is geweest; slikken was goed maar mond en aangezichtsmusculatuur is door 5 maanden inactivieteit sterk verstijfd. Oscar gaat met kleine stappen vooruit.

Vittorio en Angelique

And I learned we can't depend on other people, because once again we were let down. But honestly, it was really really okay because we become dependant on God that way. It was just in His will.

So, although it's been a stressful 9 months of raising over $7,000..it's almost over and now we get to go on this incredible trip of a lifetime. I know I'm going to come back a changed person.

Even when the rain falls,
Even when the flood starts rising.
Even when the storm comes,
I am washed by the water.

Yesterday at church, they called us up on stage to pray for our trip for Peru. It got me frusterated when hardly anyone spoke to us about it afterwards. Mostly everyone said "good luck" and that was it. And I can't help but wonder if I do the same exact thing if someone calls me to help them out. They even taught us in church yesterday that love is an action...I guess people expect the rest of our money to magically come it, but what they don't realize is how badly we needed it. It's okay though. I think God was trying to teach us that we can't depend on other people and I know whenever someone asks me to donate or help out when they're raising money for something, I'm going to do my very best to perform that action, because I know how much this hurt me. And I felt greedy after realizing all of this. God will provide for us, I have no doubt about that.

What a pretty awful picture that last one is, lol. We were in the middle of spinning and Angelique was like "crack attack, crack attack!" Today we're getting our teeth cleaned at the dentist and then more fundraising for tonight!

I cannot even express how awesome it was to watch the victory for raw milk at the state capitol in Sacramento yesterday.

Here's my photo essay of what happened:

Annie was at my house at 5 am sharp, her kids buckled into their car seats in the back seat. I got Kate loaded into the car, with all of our gear and snacks and strollers, and we headed north on the 5. (Those are Annie's sweetie pies, AJ, 13 months, and Cara, 2 1/2, and Kate is on the right.)

We reached Sacramento around noon, got checked into our hotel, and then walked with our strollers over to the capitol (about 10 blocks away from our hotel). We met up with our friend Angelique on the way to the capitol (she had driven up from San Francisco).

The first person we saw when we got to the second floor was Mark McAfee, owner of Organic Pastures Dairy. He said, "You guys have raw milk written all over you!"

I said, "We drove up from Los Angeles!"

He thanked us profusely for coming.

I put my hands in his and said, "We wouldn't miss it. We are so grateful for everything you do."

When Kate met Mark McAfee, I know this sounds odd, but she did not want to let go of him. I think kids are the acid test for how genuine adults are. Kate hugged and hugged him, and he hugged her right back. He didn't want to put her down.

He said, "This is why we do what we do. It's for the children."

We got our t-shirts and pins and head toward our seats.

The next two hours were grueling -- due to babies who would not nap. Annie and I paced the halls with our babes in slings, trying to bounce and soothe them to sleep, while Angelique worked tirelessly to tire out toddler, Cara.

Finally the raw milk bill came up. We were asked to stand and show our support of raw milk. It was amazing how many people showed up. There were so many kids in attendance!

When everyone was done testifying, the voting began. I had been watching the bills come up before this one, and many good ones had been shot down. There were bills about taking the lead out of lipstick and BPAs out of baby bottles, and allowing surveillance cameras to record what happens in factory farm slaughter houses. We saw industry take these well-meaning bills out -- due to lobbyists and money.

But when the raw milk bill came up, to our amazement, everyone said, "Aye." One after another. It was unanimous. They said, "You can go ahead and applaud now." And the whole room erupted in applause.

We all cried. It was that emotional.

Here we are celebrating... we had Guinness and Dungeness crab and Guinness (I had a vodka martini). After dinner, we went out for ice cream!

(:

• Raise $400 for Peru..(don't know how that's going to happen in 4 days, but hey God can do miracles!)
• Buy costumes
• Laundry, laundry, laundry
• Give out Katie's invites
• PACK!
• Finish drivers ed.

We've got a long week ahead of us..

So tonight on the Bachelorette, I'm sorry to say Graham (our favorite..) went home. ): He was the only one she was really really falling for! But it was sweet because he wrote her a note and you know he had genuine feelings for her because he said "I wrote this for you, not for some tv show". He just had a hard time expressing his feelings and I suppose you can't rush love, it just happens.

On another note, after we got over our depression...we did another bible study. Tonight's topic was self-control. I think it helped a lot. I also think patience goes hand in hand with self-control. Like lately, I've realized that God has been teaching me both of these virtues by using Katie. She gets me so frusterated sometimes, but despite our growing up in the same household, we've had different paths and have been exposed to different things. I guess I do sometimes expect her to make the choices I would make, but we're just different, our hearts are different, but we both worship the same amazing God of the universe. I'm so blessed that God has put that kind of stability in my life. And boy does He know how to use Angelique! Wow..the Holy Spirit definitely speaks through her! Like, no lie...she has helped me SO much with my relationship with God, she will never understand. I only hope to help out someone as much as she's helped me.

We leave in a week! And I don't take this lightly when I say pray for us! (:

Brunette Bombshell Babydoll Necklace by Sugar Mafia $75

"Sweet, sassy, and bold. This brunette gal loves having it all.
This is the first of the collection that will be a limited edition series by Sugar Mafia. Exclusive SUGAR MAFIA custom setting showcases [my Babydoll series!] Completely surrounded with genuine Swarovski crystals. Sterling silver plated 17" chain. " Necklaces will be available through www.angelovepink.com

I'm really excited about the premier of this sweet collaboration with popular jewelry line, Sugar Mafia. Angelique is so talented and her jewelry is cute and modern. I'm so glad to have the chance to work with her on a collection that represents the sweetness of this series. Get them while they last!

1. I personally hate my flow in this one.

2. It was me jacking a beat from producer, Centipede but I explained to him personally and he respected me being decent enough to come to him telling him I jacked it and he said it was a decent song I made into it.

So this track of course couldn't even be a track I could sell and it was just a throwaway really after letting the girl it was dedicated to listen to it.

So I hope you enjoy, it's titled "I Understand (Angel)" Produced By Centipede.

http://www.zshare.net/audio/133609599837e6be/

Both are nice short and sexy dress available in many colors ...
Angelique ... a polka dot story just in time to fit with Spring time and will be an essential outfit for Summer time.

Rihana, an audacious sexy dress with an interesting front bow ! A must for your Sunny Party !
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Enjoy !

two sister's. one is good and one is evil.

the one who is good has a "angelique" theme- blue and white that links with clouds and the sky.

the evil one is "punk-ish" theme- black and red which replresents the fire and the darkness.

Age ou l’histoire commence: 21 ans

Cheveux: Brun

Yeux: Bruns

Grandeur: 1m60 (4pieds 6′)

Poids: 135 livres 

Ville de naissance: New-York

Aliments préférés: Réglisse

Aliment le plus détesté: Relish

Qualité principale: Compatissante

Défaut principal: Égocentrique

Genre musical préféré: Pop

Groupe/chanteur préféré: Madonna

Film préféré: Center Stage

Livre préféré: La cantatrice chauve de Ionesco

Tics/habitudes: Elle se regarde toujours dans un miroir.

Premier emploi: Réceptionniste pour un salon de coiffure.

Hobby: Danser et Jouer.

Désolé de ne pas avoir poster la semaine passée, j'avais commencé un chapitre et mon ordinateur (mac) a planté... et la sauvegarde ne s'était pas faite...!

Je suis heureuse.

Je t'aime.

Mais...

Angélique avait toujours été souriante. Elle s'inquiétait souvent pour un rien, assez nerveuse mais elle restait toujours positive. Naïve à ses heures, elle aimait rêvasser à un monde meilleur. Ou toutes les personnes pouvaient vivre en harmonie. Et il était là son drame. Elle, vivait une vie quasi parfaite alors que les gens autour d'elle subissaient les pires atrocités. Elle en avait vu du drame autour d'elle mais n'en avait jamais été affectée directement. Elle aurait voulu porter la tristesse de son entourage mais le malheur la fuyait comme la peste. Elle vivait une vie plutôt normale dans cette ville au proportion gargantuesque. Elle n'avait pas beaucoup d'amis, elle n'était pas trop à l'aise à se tenir avec de gros groupe. Elle aimait la discussion un à un avec les gens. Son père, elle ne le connaissait pas et sa mère était plutôt effacée de sa vie présente. Elle était enfant unique et son comportement était plutôt typique à ce type de famille. Gâtée, égocentrique, tête dure faisaient partis de ses nombreuses qualités. Elle n'était pas pour autant une mauvaise personne, elle aimait écouter les histoires des autres et donnait, au mieux de ses connaissances, de bons conseils. Elle n'avait pas d'ambition réelle dans la vie, pour l'instant vivre lui suffisait. Elle travaillait dans une boutique de vêtements plutôt chic et vendait assez bien grâce à son aisance avec la vente. Ce simple travail lui aurait suffit toute sa vie, si seulement...

Quelque jours avant son vingt-et-unième anniversaire, elle rencontra ce mec, Emmanuel. Lui et Angélique tombèrent instantanément en amour l'un avec l'autre. Ils se rencontrèrent par amis interposés et ne se lâchaient plus de vue depuis ce moment. Emmanuel était un étudiant dans une école de théâtre de la ville cosmopolite. Il pratiquait souvent avec Angélique et avait décelé cette naturalité, cette aisance à entrer dans des personnages. Elle qui ne croyait être bonne qu'à vendre des pièces de vêtements, découvrait tranquillement qu'elle aimait jouer et qu'elle y était plutôt bonne. Son copain la poussait constamment à faire les auditions pour entrer dans la même école que lui mais, elle était réticente. Elle aimait jouer, certes, mais elle ne croyait pas avoir le talent nécessaire pour monter sur les planches et impressionner la galerie. De plus, elle avait toujours crue n'être née que pour un petit pain. À force de se faire pousser dans le dos par son amoureux, elle accepta de faire les auditions non sans croire qu'elle les échoueraient. Elle avait choisie Huit-clos de Sartre comme dramatique et Le malade imaginaire de Molière pour la comédie. Elle alla à l'audition sans trop se stresser puisqu'elle ne s'attendait pas à être choisie et fit la scène sans trop de difficulté, diffusant sa joie du théâtre dans toute la salle. Oubliant quasiment qu'elle recevrait une réponse un mois plus tard, elle fut un peu surprise de recevoir une lettre de l'école. Elle l'ouvrit, intriguée, un peu nerveuse, finalement. Elle avait été sélectionnée pour une deuxième audition. Son copain et elle fêtèrent toute la nuit sa réussite, malgré leur manque de budget, ils s'achetèrent une bouteille de champagne.

C'est là qu'elle commença à stresser. Elle avait du talent. Ce n'était plus seulement son copain qui le disait mais elle avait bien été reconnue comme tel. Et si elle échouait si près du but? Et si elle était prise? Était-elle prête à faire ce type d'emploi précaire et stressant mais qu'elle aimait bien? Toutes ces questions avaient déjà traversées la tête d'Emmanuel, il était donc pour Angélique une épaule confortable. Elle mit encore plus d'efforts pour les prochaines auditions, elle voulait faire quelque chose de grand. Elle le voulait cette place dans cette école. Les jours passèrent sans que ce rêve ne se décroche de ses pensées. Elle n'avait jamais ressentie ces sentiments de façon aussi intense avant. Le jour j arriva trop vite et, pas assez, en même temps.

Elle monta sur la même scène, terrifiée de rater sa chance. Elle avait de la difficulté à respirer, à contrôler son souffle. Elle regarda ses bourreaux droit dans les yeux pour essayer de paraître confiante. Elle attendit le signal des juges et.....

Throughout my life, I’ve always known that I was destined to amass a great fortune, but I’ve never been exactly clear how. This dream made it clear that my path to fame and riches would be a reality dating show.

As loyal readers will recall, I had thought that I reached the peak of my career as a reality show pitch man when I came up with Sandwich of Rock (still available for production.  I’m looking at you, VH1), but I think this new idea might have the potential to be even more awesome and even less marketable to a network.

The other day I was watching that crappy dating show starring that fake Italian guy from Shot at Love.  It struck me during a commercial break, full of advertisements for upcoming episodes of Rock of Love and Flavor of Love, that all these shows are the exact same thing. One person has to choose from a bunch of potential suitors who all live together, fight, and get drunk. I decided while I watched these commercials that the genre is in dire need of some innovation, and I think my dream is just the infusion of new blood that could save reality dating shows.

The idea goes like this: There is one person who is in charge of the game and is above the contestants. Naturally, that will be me. There are twelve males and twelve females, competing to be two of the males and two of the females who win, as two couples, and are awarded a ten day cruise. The game master (me) pairs the contestants off each episode to go on dates.  This is not to try to make a love connection; it’s so the game master can judge each contestant’s behavior. The show provides money for the dates, but the ideas and plans for the dates are entirely up to the male contestant in each couple. The game master (me) reviews all the tapes of the dates and evaluates each person’s performance, kicking off whomever he wants. There are no set rules or uniform standards for getting kicked off; it’s all up to the whim of the game master, mostly based on who creeps him out.

But, here’s the catch: one of the men and one of the women are post-operative transsexuals, and they are passing. They are in on everything, and have a free pass to the end. This is really what the show is about, but none of the contestants knows. Only the first half of the show is the competition, wherein the game master decides who is going on the cruises: each transsexual and their male and female contestant counterpart. The second half is the cruises.

I’ve always been a fan of Shipmates, the old cruise ship based dating show. The main thing that set Shipmates apart from the rest was that even when the people hated each other, they still had to be stuck on the same ship with each other for three days. It is this very discomfort I hope to capture in the second half of my show.

On the cruise, the “transsexual secret” is revealed. The game master is still watching all the video, and when the winners get back from the cruise, he reveals the next surprise: that he’s been watching the whole time, and is going to reward a cash prize to each of contestants depending on how maturely and sensibly they act on the cruise.

Can you feel the intrigue? Can you smell the ratings? I can’t really come up with an appropriate name yet, but “What’s My Birth Gender Got To Do With It?” Coming this fall to the CW, Wednesdays at 9.

Programme du jour : Médecin, crèche et Caroline !

Mon horloge interne est encore bloquée sur "Luxembourg", je me réveille à 6h30. A peine le temps de prendre mon petit déjeuner avec Célya, que Caroline, suivit de Papa nous rejoignent.

!!!

J'ai le temps de jouer un long moment avec Caroline et de m'habiller avant d'aller chez le médecin vers 10h. Depuis 2 jours, des petits boutons sont apparus sur mes pieds et mes joues. Rien de grave, le docteur confirme un eczéma... De la crème matin et soir, et cela ira mieux dans quelques jours. J'arrive donc à la crèche avec un peu de retard, mais très heureuse.

Papa et Caroline partent visiter Oxford, pendant que Célya va visiter sa copine Angélique.

Je n'ai eu aucun accident pipi de la journée, je sais me retenir quand un pot n'est pas immédiatement à ma portée. Je vais même toute seule sur le pot, et j'expérimente quelques fois les toilettes "pour grands". En fait, je ne porte des couches que pour la nuit.

Célya me ramène à la maison vers 17h30, Papa et Caroline arrivent quelques instants plus tard.

Sous l'oeil attentif et affectueux de Caroline, Célya me donne mon bain et mon repas. Nous jouons et vers 20h, je m'endors. Rédacteur : Patrick-Robin, mon Papa.

I don’t know why I did it to myself, but I watched some more Rock of Love online this morning.  I have no excuse for my behavior, other than to point out that I’d already watched the new episode of The Gauntlet 3 and the new season of House doesn't start until April.

This episode was more sensible than the others I’ve seen; Bret had to eliminate two gals, and he ditched the two old chicks.  I don’t know why anyone over 30 would even be on that show.  Seriously, Bret Michaels hasn’t turned himself into an irrelevant joke to get some old woman; he wants some young tail, girls who were one year old when his last hit came out.

I’m not sure I can pick a favorite at this point.  I was a fan of Megan back when she was on Beauty and the Geek, but she seems somehow less appealing in this context.  Whereas Beauty and the Geek is about slutty, retarded girls trying to act smarter and more in control of themselves, Rock of Love is about slutty, retarded girls trying to out-slut each other and not act too smart, lest Bret not be turned on.  It’s easy to cheer on a slut who’s trying to be more; it just feels weird to pull for a slut to be more

But, we can all rejoice about one thing, and that is that we’ll never have to see that nasty tranny Angelique ever again.

I was looking up the show on wikipedia to check if I had seen the most recent episode, and I learned a few pieces of startling things.  On the positive side, Megan and Kristy Joe have both posed nude for Playboy.  But, all news isn’t good news, as I also learned that Angelique makes hardcore porn, and I was glad to read this, being as I was looking for some way to never jack off again, and that image just might make that a reality.

I did a little research, and found that among her pornographic credits are the intriguingly titled “Limo Bimbos #4,” and the exceedingly accurately named “Filthy Hoes #4.”  Further research has revealed that she was also featured on the pseudo-amateur porn sites “1000 Facials,” “Milf Lessons” and “Big Sausage Pizza.”  It does give me some satisfaction to know that Bret Michaels was making out with a chick who was video taped sucking a guy’s dick through a pizza-box. 

What boggles my mind is that she was doing porn before she was famous for being on VH1!  What the fuck?  It was just straight, normal porn.  I mean, I would understand if she were making some sort of surgically-altered ugly chick niche porn or a porn that just capitalized on her being on Rock of Love; but really, there are so many hotter women willing to be in a skin flick.  So why her?  Can just anyone make porn nowadays?  Is there no standard?  Have these producers no couth? Makes me sick.

All that business aside, I have another concern.  In my exhaustive research, I found a couple of pictures of her that were decent, almost feminine even.  The pictures weren’t good (they were a far way from “hot”), but she didn’t look like a cross-dressing truck stop whore themed blow-up doll.  My concern is this: if it is possible for her to not look like a train wreck, why did VH1 (who must have a reasonable photography budget, and reasonably talented photographers) choose these pictures, like the one below, for the show’s website?

Starting at 4pm ET with Movie Addict Headquarters, Margaret Avery, the sultry and spirited blues singer, “Shug,” in The Color Purple. That brilliant performance earned Avery a well-deserved Oscar nomination in 1985. She is scheduled to appear in two new films, Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins and Tyler Perry’s Meet the Browns. Don't miss this show!

Angelique, aka Frenchy from VH1's hit reality show Rock of Love 2 w/ Bret Michaels joins The EstaBAM Show tonight at 8pm ET. Bring your questions and favorite Frenchy moments.

Elizabeth Hendrickson, former Maggie on ABC Daytime's "All My Children," will be joining BuzzWorthy Radio tonight at 10pm ET. Hear her discuss the latest on her new role at CBS Daytime's, "The Young and the Restless." She'll be taking calls from fans, and more!