<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:36:44.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra quem gosta, é bom</title><subtitle type='html'>Alguns anos atrás ao almoçar em família (Victor, meus pais e irmãos) pronunciei uma das minhas famosas frases de sabedoria. Alguém estava falando mal de certa comida. Achei que o comentário não era justo, pois há pessoas que amam aquela comida. Então falei: pra quem gosta, é bom. Todos me olharam, ouve um momento de profundo silêncio e em seguida deram risada. É obvio!! Só que, desde então, com freqüência sou relembrada da minha frase “sábia”.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-6357525505596424771</id><published>2011-06-02T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T14:19:10.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Isso existe??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim! Em fevereiro nos despedimos da aeronave PT-LOO. O avião passou por uma grande manutenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo começou em outubro de 2008, quando o avião pousou no aeroclube de Manaus, pois tinha rodas e não temos pista de pouso terrestre no hangar de Asas.  No aeroclube as asas e outras partes foram tiradas. E o avião passeou pela cidade em cima de um caminhão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613730097202294578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dOeD_JibHnw/Tef5x9SpbzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/qfp3H6IH1Fw/s400/DSC04038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613730085337312642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBR-PHuoTiU/Tef5xRF0LYI/AAAAAAAAAw0/em6MABRqoF4/s400/DSC04042.JPG" /&gt;Começamos por onde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junho 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DjShYlahogA/Tef5xVQk7GI/AAAAAAAAAws/hrnouPtM7bE/s1600/DSC04776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613730086456192098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DjShYlahogA/Tef5xVQk7GI/AAAAAAAAAws/hrnouPtM7bE/s400/DSC04776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pintura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFlNZh3kgAU/Tef5xEOrtWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/EcmGytZyPvc/s1600/DSC04814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613730081884845410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFlNZh3kgAU/Tef5xEOrtWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/EcmGytZyPvc/s400/DSC04814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Março 2010. Já com motor e hélice trocados, com flutuadores colocados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqiavAr8ozM/Tef4zP8ezQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-29HbAhLVaY/s1600/DSC06854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613729019877838082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqiavAr8ozM/Tef4zP8ezQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-29HbAhLVaY/s400/DSC06854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abril 2010. Pintura dos flutuadores.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6ANU_gvLJc/Tef4y75njTI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7Tm1XT560rY/s1600/DSC06958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613729014497119538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6ANU_gvLJc/Tef4y75njTI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7Tm1XT560rY/s400/DSC06958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brincadeiras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7nM7xmEDXI/Tef4yp-K0KI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QSbOXDXGI88/s1600/DSC06971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613729009684369570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7nM7xmEDXI/Tef4yp-K0KI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QSbOXDXGI88/s400/DSC06971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzJsqTQO-wQ/Tef4yeWpPVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/sZiP_SZWQsY/s1600/PT-LOO%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613729006565801298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzJsqTQO-wQ/Tef4yeWpPVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/sZiP_SZWQsY/s400/PT-LOO%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Testes na época da cheia do rio - abril 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWF0lcfVONU/Tef4yAf6tPI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wocvUwQ2BXU/s1600/PT-LOO%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613728998551631090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWF0lcfVONU/Tef4yAf6tPI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wocvUwQ2BXU/s400/PT-LOO%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Testes na época de rio baixo - novembro 2010.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROSy4ZsdO98/Tef2rjkQPNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/eXuPlRPn8zc/s1600/DSC08693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613726688682720466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROSy4ZsdO98/Tef2rjkQPNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/eXuPlRPn8zc/s400/DSC08693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fevereiro 2011 - últimos ajustes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJmlrI0VlwQ/Tef2rtmpauI/AAAAAAAAAvc/6oRhqU4WZUk/s1600/P1000490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613726691377113826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJmlrI0VlwQ/Tef2rtmpauI/AAAAAAAAAvc/6oRhqU4WZUk/s400/P1000490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O grande dia 21 de fevereiro de 2011 - o avião decolou, rumo à Porto Velho. Abordo o piloto de Porto Velho, Nivaldo e  Márcio (de Manaus) para ir de copiloto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bPUM5rPg64/Tef2rHyHKNI/AAAAAAAAAvU/eI0lEgRyilM/s1600/DSC09043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613726681224653010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bPUM5rPg64/Tef2rHyHKNI/AAAAAAAAAvU/eI0lEgRyilM/s400/DSC09043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; Que Deus abençoe muitas pessoas, com esta ferramenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-6357525505596424771?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/6357525505596424771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=6357525505596424771' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6357525505596424771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6357525505596424771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2011/06/feliz-despedida.html' title='Feliz despedida'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dOeD_JibHnw/Tef5x9SpbzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/qfp3H6IH1Fw/s72-c/DSC04038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-5676507111260022150</id><published>2011-04-23T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T06:13:39.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No dia do Índio - 19 de abril de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZa9bszQrJU/TbLKMdfvSdI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PQEl6UA_CVI/s1600/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 333px; height: 463px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598759602199939538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZa9bszQrJU/TbLKMdfvSdI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PQEl6UA_CVI/s400/ScannedImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 19 de abril de 2011 tivemos a enorme alegria de ir ao cartório para registrar o nosso filho. Agora sua Certidão de Nascimento, tem nome de pai, mãe, avós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus também nos presenteou, ao permitir a  mudança na data de nascimento. Ele foi registrado no dia 13 de março. Mas com certeza não nasceu neste dia, uma vez que temos o registro da sua entrada na maternidade, aos primeiros minutos do dia 13, e ele entrou já "nascido".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos anos de espera por filhos biológicos, eu sempre contava em que mês nasceria, se engravidássemos naquele mês. Quando caía em março, eu ficava imaginando nascer no dia 12, poi é a data de nascimento da minha irmã Brigitte (e diga-se de passagem, foram muitos marços, pois no total esperamos quase 10 anos). Depois, nos anos de espera pelos filhos do coração, muitas vezes, perguntei a Deus: será que hoje está nascendo nosso filho(a)? E quando era dia 12 de março isso era mais forte - eu queria muito presentear minha irmã com um sobrinho no seu aniversário. Eu não pude fazer nada para concretizar o desejo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas Deus, na Sua enorme bondade, quis nos dar mais este presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso me faz lembrar algo que a Bíblia nos ensina: toda honra, toda a glória e todo o louvor pertencem a Deus, pois tudo vem Dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-5676507111260022150?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/5676507111260022150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=5676507111260022150' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5676507111260022150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5676507111260022150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-dia-do-indio-19-de-abril-de-2011.html' title='No dia do Índio - 19 de abril de 2011'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZa9bszQrJU/TbLKMdfvSdI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PQEl6UA_CVI/s72-c/ScannedImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-1391941211567364221</id><published>2011-04-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:32:31.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umas e outras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qt9N5MCo2aI/TaxUwJIWGZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MipexU_nwIg/s1600/DSC07623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596941622976059794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qt9N5MCo2aI/TaxUwJIWGZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MipexU_nwIg/s400/DSC07623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julho 2010 - 4 meses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mr3454qn1RY/TaxPMU0u9OI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zRI89Yj9nOA/s1600/DSC07634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596935510081598690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mr3454qn1RY/TaxPMU0u9OI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zRI89Yj9nOA/s400/DSC07634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; Agosto 2010 - 5 meses, passeio no Parque dos Biliares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYKgP8dC8J4/TaxPMJzCFXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gWU5sW_72IQ/s1600/DSC07843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596935507121673586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYKgP8dC8J4/TaxPMJzCFXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gWU5sW_72IQ/s400/DSC07843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setembro 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eoowG119e4/TaxPMBwLObI/AAAAAAAAAss/sTZYerSYmCU/s1600/DSC07963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596935504962206130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eoowG119e4/TaxPMBwLObI/AAAAAAAAAss/sTZYerSYmCU/s400/DSC07963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P9K0ECZoa0U/TaxPL4xumMI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LDXadX5JP5c/s1600/DSC08073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596935502552799426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P9K0ECZoa0U/TaxPL4xumMI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LDXadX5JP5c/s400/DSC08073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outubro 2010 - parte da família veio conhecer o Samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GymBRjj6LBA/TaxNyi6ZdEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/EpMShvd4X3I/s1600/DSC08317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596933967675225154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GymBRjj6LBA/TaxNyi6ZdEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/EpMShvd4X3I/s400/DSC08317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primo Bruno e Samuel fazendo um cartão para Oma e Opa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx8_xYm7oOs/TaxNyggFlhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/IP5d_oy0YAM/s1600/DSC08264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596933967028000274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx8_xYm7oOs/TaxNyggFlhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/IP5d_oy0YAM/s400/DSC08264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Novembro 2010 - 7 meses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYpMVAj89s0/TaxNyT2kZLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/YKOx1iAEjjA/s1600/DSC08465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596933963632633010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYpMVAj89s0/TaxNyT2kZLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/YKOx1iAEjjA/s400/DSC08465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dezembro 2010 - brincando de esconde-esconde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dgyi_DWs05s/TaxNyAM6kCI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CK_jzQ5DFq0/s1600/DSC08766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596933958357651490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dgyi_DWs05s/TaxNyAM6kCI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CK_jzQ5DFq0/s400/DSC08766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assando biscoitos de Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEQ1CE0tbgM/TaxNyIWw7yI/AAAAAAAAAr8/57NZHD3cVyw/s1600/DSC08780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596933960546447138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEQ1CE0tbgM/TaxNyIWw7yI/AAAAAAAAAr8/57NZHD3cVyw/s400/DSC08780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-1391941211567364221?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/1391941211567364221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=1391941211567364221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/1391941211567364221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/1391941211567364221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2011/04/umas-e-outras.html' title='Umas e outras'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qt9N5MCo2aI/TaxUwJIWGZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MipexU_nwIg/s72-c/DSC07623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-8885804401686286692</id><published>2011-01-13T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:01:02.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva 2011 Antigo Lar e Novo Lar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS90B55jggI/AAAAAAAAArw/POCaePjtxgM/s1600/DSC07491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561791640896766466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS90B55jggI/AAAAAAAAArw/POCaePjtxgM/s400/DSC07491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No dia em que o Samuel veio para o nosso lar. Oração abençoando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS90BznOi-I/AAAAAAAAAro/SXnQRjavLwI/s1600/DSC07485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561791639209282530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS90BznOi-I/AAAAAAAAAro/SXnQRjavLwI/s400/DSC07485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despedida dos amigos de quarto no Lar Batista Janell Doyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS9yir2lJ6I/AAAAAAAAArg/aHaC97uEMBA/s1600/DSC07493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561790005038622626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS9yir2lJ6I/AAAAAAAAArg/aHaC97uEMBA/s400/DSC07493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fizemos uma supresa para o Papi. Cheguei em casa com o Samuel e falei para o Victor ir dar uma olhada no carro. Ele ficou muuuuuuuuito feliz. E aí nós dois nos olhamos: e agora? Como será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS9wLsSNCnI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ee1os-gNzlc/s1600/DSC07500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561787410994236018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS9wLsSNCnI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ee1os-gNzlc/s400/DSC07500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na primeira mamada ele não comeu! Mas depois recuperamos o prejuízo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS9wLAAKhUI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iqW4T6Cx37g/s1600/DSC07495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561787399107413314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS9wLAAKhUI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iqW4T6Cx37g/s400/DSC07495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O primeiro banho - todos sobreviveram! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-8885804401686286692?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/8885804401686286692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=8885804401686286692' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8885804401686286692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8885804401686286692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2011/01/retrospectiva-2011-antigo-lar-e-novo.html' title='Retrospectiva 2011 Antigo Lar e Novo Lar'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TS90B55jggI/AAAAAAAAArw/POCaePjtxgM/s72-c/DSC07491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7965375768401977770</id><published>2010-08-20T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:13:01.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A primeira fruta - mamão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TG6XVC3mtLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iFDvrkRm2-4/s1600/DSC07824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507505782123836594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TG6XVC3mtLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iFDvrkRm2-4/s400/DSC07824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oi, estou culioso pala sabe o que a Mami vai faze comigo hoje (19 de agoato). Ela colocou essa coisa esquisita no meu pescoço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e5b02872c6628a82" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5b02872c6628a82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332011827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D431BAC97A94B8FFE15632B593F28708BF95B779C.5A02837FD8F0C4B3D44C086BF6EBD6803DADBD36%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5b02872c6628a82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D11hp6fFnCOsCQh24i3X-jPQcH3Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5b02872c6628a82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332011827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D431BAC97A94B8FFE15632B593F28708BF95B779C.5A02837FD8F0C4B3D44C086BF6EBD6803DADBD36%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5b02872c6628a82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D11hp6fFnCOsCQh24i3X-jPQcH3Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come mamão... é a plimeila vez na minha vida...  que coisa estlanha...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507499460353874322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TG6RlEcMWZI/AAAAAAAAAps/ewFVRFjRvAA/s400/DSC07827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, sabe, estou gostando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507499464894358482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TG6RlVWuo9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/3-xqAt9s3MQ/s400/DSC07837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel comeu muito bem. Foi uma delícia dar o mamão e observar as caras e bocas. No final já estava abrindo a boca esperando por mais. Como é lindo vê-lo louvando a Deus com a sua forma de ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7965375768401977770?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e5b02872c6628a82&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7965375768401977770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7965375768401977770' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7965375768401977770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=5137397760230747427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5137397760230747427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5137397760230747427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2010/08/comendo-mamao.html' title='Comendo mamão...'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-2516964602337574309</id><published>2010-06-17T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:39:07.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veja o que Deus colocou nas nossas mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TBrOAX-TRwI/AAAAAAAAApc/LEoJ7cAU2oY/s1600/DSC07419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483922002107647746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TBrOAX-TRwI/AAAAAAAAApc/LEoJ7cAU2oY/s400/DSC07419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TBrOALiVioI/AAAAAAAAApU/CkfNa82b-50/s1600/DSC07465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483921998769130114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TBrOALiVioI/AAAAAAAAApU/CkfNa82b-50/s400/DSC07465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TBrN_l03COI/AAAAAAAAApM/0DENCaBm7vo/s1600/DSC07398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483921988646275298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TBrN_l03COI/AAAAAAAAApM/0DENCaBm7vo/s400/DSC07398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-2516964602337574309?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/TBrOAX-TRwI/AAAAAAAAApc/LEoJ7cAU2oY/s72-c/DSC07419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7939577269547755432</id><published>2010-04-17T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:37:02.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo começa do começo</title><content type='html'>Antes da saída, enquanto esperávamos pelo pão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ojtXlJd9I/AAAAAAAAApE/rFS4aRvRnes/s1600/DSC06870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461216760471058386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ojtXlJd9I/AAAAAAAAApE/rFS4aRvRnes/s400/DSC06870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante a viagem de barco de Manaus ao terreno (ao lado da cidade de iranduba). Estamos sobre o rio Negro. No horizonte é possível ver um pouco da ponte que está sendo construída. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ojtByjslI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dJixOGmpi7U/s1600/DSC06880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461216754621723218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ojtByjslI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dJixOGmpi7U/s400/DSC06880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramos no Pontão (posto de combustível flutuante) para comprar gás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ojs2Z20wI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aGFPQwm7dXs/s1600/DSC06875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461216751565329154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ojs2Z20wI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aGFPQwm7dXs/s400/DSC06875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns tentaram pescar....   nada de peixe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ojscpGklI/AAAAAAAAAos/qQTiBOdqhnE/s1600/DSC06877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461216744649953874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ojscpGklI/AAAAAAAAAos/qQTiBOdqhnE/s400/DSC06877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boas vindas. Mais a esquerda, de cima para baixo: S. Wes, Henrique Terena, sua filha Elianai, sua esposa Corina, seu filho Eliel, pastor Murakami. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8oiMf2wecI/AAAAAAAAAok/ooLWnpT_hlc/s1600/DSC06888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461215096245090754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8oiMf2wecI/AAAAAAAAAok/ooLWnpT_hlc/s400/DSC06888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tarde Páscoa, ali no terreno, festejamos a Ceia do Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8oiMHObu-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/_z1FcAD8oHA/s1600/DSC06891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461215089633508322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8oiMHObu-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/_z1FcAD8oHA/s400/DSC06891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda-feira - mão a obra - tirando mato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohlhQuMjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LMJI5dNgZmM/s1600/DSC06893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461214426607530546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohlhQuMjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LMJI5dNgZmM/s400/DSC06893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intervalo para repor as energias - com um balde cheio de fatias de abacaxi bem docinho!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O barco ao fundo: nosso refeitório, dormitório, sala de estar, banheiros....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohlSLtSQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sTvEARooLG0/s1600/DSC06897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461214422559967490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohlSLtSQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sTvEARooLG0/s400/DSC06897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajudantes cortando a carne do nosso almoço  Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohkxF8egI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2AitN1p6AVc/s1600/DSC06906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461214413677427202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohkxF8egI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2AitN1p6AVc/s400/DSC06906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Sato (chefe de cozinha) e a senhora (esqueci seu nome). Era para vir mais cozinheiras mas ninguém apareceu. Que desafio!!! Preparar comida para cerca de 100 pessoas....  Comemos muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohkoUNwhI/AAAAAAAAAn8/H1k83nKlJiQ/s1600/DSC06912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461214411321360914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohkoUNwhI/AAAAAAAAAn8/H1k83nKlJiQ/s400/DSC06912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Edson e Elianai construindo local para banho de caneco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohkVhg7mI/AAAAAAAAAn0/P67CyuOl50I/s1600/DSC06920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461214406276869730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ohkVhg7mI/AAAAAAAAAn0/P67CyuOl50I/s400/DSC06920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da esquerda para direita: dois jovens da África do Sul (vieram espiar o Amazonas a procura de locais para servirem como Igreja), Paulo Nunes, Ronaldo Lidório, Henrique Terena, Pastor indígena em Manaus (esqueci seu nome), Eli Ticuna, Pastor Murakami e Prof Josué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogEmmuxzI/AAAAAAAAAns/myfpp8LB1m0/s1600/DSC06927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461212761594709810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogEmmuxzI/AAAAAAAAAns/myfpp8LB1m0/s400/DSC06927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integração de equipes: jovens dos EUA com jovens de Manaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogEfBYciI/AAAAAAAAAnk/4J1LtDDO_So/s1600/DSC06934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461212759559008802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogEfBYciI/AAAAAAAAAnk/4J1LtDDO_So/s400/DSC06934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibração!!!!  Tiraram esse toco do meio da estrada. Passaram a manhã toda trabalhando - limparam talvez 15 metros de estrada....   e estavam animados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogDzCSCdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mpvWD8P3rBk/s1600/DSC06949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461212747751623122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogDzCSCdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mpvWD8P3rBk/s400/DSC06949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James (o líder dos jovens) conferindo para ver se entendeu as instruções do S. Wes. Nesta parte do terreno serão construídas salas de aula e moradias. Neste primeiro projeto, o "mato" foi tirado de algumas partes. Foi trabalho árduo! Mas tem muito mais. Que Cristo conduza e dê sabedoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogDmVVl7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/6MB2YyHXals/s1600/DSC06950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461212744341886898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogDmVVl7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/6MB2YyHXals/s400/DSC06950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam a canoa - o senhor nela nos sustentou, trazendo a água para bebermos - foi condução de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogDOESsbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/FxfUOT6ZdnQ/s1600/DSC06952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461212737827942834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ogDOESsbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/FxfUOT6ZdnQ/s400/DSC06952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGRADECEMOS PELAS TUAS ORAÇÕES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7939577269547755432?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7939577269547755432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7939577269547755432' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7939577269547755432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7939577269547755432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2010/04/tudo-comeca-do-comeco.html' title='Tudo começa do começo'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/S8ojtXlJd9I/AAAAAAAAApE/rFS4aRvRnes/s72-c/DSC06870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-4056864981301465641</id><published>2009-09-16T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:21:07.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casados a 13 anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No último dia 14 de setembro completamos 13 anos de casados. Somos muito gratos a Deus por essa oportunidade.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382147047592494498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SrE6OVSrBaI/AAAAAAAAAmc/fAmRpRA5DBY/s400/DSC05329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o nascer do sol, antes das 6:00h - por isso essas caras inchadas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-4056864981301465641?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/4056864981301465641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=4056864981301465641' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/6101582151834094260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=6101582151834094260' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6101582151834094260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6101582151834094260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/12/nosso-dia-dia.html' title='Nosso dia a dia'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-2718667727118702747</id><published>2008-09-14T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:40:55.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campanha contra a dengue</title><content type='html'>Certo dia ouvi um carro de som passando na rua. Ele convocava toda a população para limparem os seus pátios e jogarem todo o entulho na rua (não na calçada.) Achei muito esquisito. Mas diziam ser uma medida contra a dengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2Dmfxz6SI/AAAAAAAAAaE/9Tvnz4cVBmE/s1600-h/DSC03825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245993838345185570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2Dmfxz6SI/AAAAAAAAAaE/9Tvnz4cVBmE/s400/DSC03825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Algumas horas depois saímos para caminhar e tinha de tudo na rua. Eu nunca tinha imaginado que as pessoas tem tanta lixo entulhado nos seus quintais, atrás dos muros altos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2DmRedvII/AAAAAAAAAaM/C8b4qUvxnYs/s1600-h/DSC03823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245993834505944194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2DmRedvII/AAAAAAAAAaM/C8b4qUvxnYs/s400/DSC03823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No dia seguinte chegaram as máquinas e muitos trabalhadores. Levaram tudo. As ruas ficaram limpas, como nós ainda não tínhamos visto por aqui. Aí foi gostoso sair para caminhar. E de fato, reduziu o número de carapanãs (mosquitos). Nas semanas seguintes, o governo publicou uma nota no jornal, agradecendo pela colaboração da população e também já anunciando a queda dos casos de dengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2DmviHcsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ct8lgUq5ny4/s1600-h/DSC03830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245993842574324418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2DmviHcsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ct8lgUq5ny4/s400/DSC03830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-2718667727118702747?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/2718667727118702747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=2718667727118702747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2718667727118702747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2718667727118702747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/09/campanha-contra-dengue.html' title='Campanha contra a dengue'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2Dmfxz6SI/AAAAAAAAAaE/9Tvnz4cVBmE/s72-c/DSC03825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7303111365258858506</id><published>2008-09-14T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:32:42.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carregamos de tudo</title><content type='html'>Esta geladeira passou vários meses na garagem aqui em casa. Um dia a trouxeram e disseram que seria levada de avião, não sei pra onde. OK. Tem tantas coisas chegando e saindo, que nem parei para perguntar pelos detalhes.   Mas chegou o dia em que vieram buscá-la. Na foto, da esquerda para direita, Sergião (Palavra da Vida - Atibaia), Márcio (piloto em Asas) e dois rapazes do PV, que vieram ajudar por duas semanas na aldéia, para onde a geladeira foi levada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2BDA0uNII/AAAAAAAAAZs/u0HS9Vc7p64/s1600-h/DSC03819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245991029717218434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2BDA0uNII/AAAAAAAAAZs/u0HS9Vc7p64/s400/DSC03819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2BDUB9klI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4rpj3zz9BLc/s1600-h/DSC03821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245991034873025106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2BDUB9klI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4rpj3zz9BLc/s400/DSC03821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na aldeia não tem energia elétrica, então a geladeira é a gás. E é claro, não podiam esquecer os butijões de gás. o Sergio e a Márcia ficaram na aldeia por 3 meses (Mapuera - PA, se não me engano!). Eles são missionários e professores - pessoas usadas por Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2BDasRfKI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/r2i3uvFbEHM/s1600-h/DSC03822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245991036661103778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2BDasRfKI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/r2i3uvFbEHM/s400/DSC03822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7303111365258858506?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7303111365258858506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7303111365258858506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7303111365258858506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7303111365258858506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/09/carregamos-de-tudo.html' title='Carregamos de tudo'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM2BDA0uNII/AAAAAAAAAZs/u0HS9Vc7p64/s72-c/DSC03819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7606866918406594700</id><published>2008-09-14T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:20:47.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culto evangelístico</title><content type='html'>Em junho tivemos um culto evangelístico na igeja. Convidamos amigos e vizinhos para uma festa caipira. Antes de começar - os últimos retoques. Quase todos estavam a caráter. Aí os últimos retoques antes de a festa começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM19ekMCZXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/vIz77kValcQ/s1600-h/DSC03806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245987105020208498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM19ekMCZXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/vIz77kValcQ/s400/DSC03806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O pastor Anderson iniciou o culto contando várias piadas. Alguns jovens apresentaram um teatro e cantamos de forma bem animada. O pastor pregou sobre o filho pródigo e convidou para mudança de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM19ezPqy3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/QMEel_k6isU/s1600-h/DSC03810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245987109061970802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM19ezPqy3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/QMEel_k6isU/s400/DSC03810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para nós foi um tanto estranho, mas entramos na brincadeira. As pessoas ao redor da igreja gostam muito desse tipo de festa. A igreja estava cheia. E várias pessoas começaram a freqüentar regularmente os encontros e aos poucos estão entendendo este convite de seguir a Jesus.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245987104848223042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM19ejjCG0I/AAAAAAAAAZU/mTMP6kjj3hM/s400/DSC03803.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7606866918406594700?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7606866918406594700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7606866918406594700' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7606866918406594700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7606866918406594700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/09/culto-evangelstico.html' title='Culto evangelístico'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM19ekMCZXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/vIz77kValcQ/s72-c/DSC03806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-8282354122442609917</id><published>2008-09-14T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:06:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roupa no Shopping!</title><content type='html'>Atacado Zona Leste    Fardos 100 peças    Infantil 17,00     Adulto  18,00   Especial 20,00&lt;br /&gt;                                       50 calças  49,00     50 bermudas  35,00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM17gLLiz1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/FthSqzZlREg/s1600-h/DSC03381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245984933643734866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM17gLLiz1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/FthSqzZlREg/s400/DSC03381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um meio de ganhar dinheiro   Roupas usadas que deixa mais de 100% de lucro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM17gc88vsI/AAAAAAAAAZM/t3aSnKN_Xek/s1600-h/DSC03781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245984938414358210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM17gc88vsI/AAAAAAAAAZM/t3aSnKN_Xek/s400/DSC03781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM162xwcyGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/l3S6FS__kKM/s1600-h/DSC03381.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-8282354122442609917?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/8282354122442609917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=8282354122442609917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8282354122442609917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8282354122442609917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/09/roupa-no-shopping.html' title='Roupa no Shopping!'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM17gLLiz1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/FthSqzZlREg/s72-c/DSC03381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-8424536626513413954</id><published>2008-09-14T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:55:22.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O rio subiu mais de 28 metros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM143AUgEoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TfF_RJEun7I/s1600-h/DSC03778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245982027330622082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM143AUgEoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TfF_RJEun7I/s320/DSC03778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em maio deste ano o rio estava no seu ponto mais alto. Estas fotos foram tirada do hangar de Asas, olhando para o lago (assim chamado, mas que tem ligação com o Rio Amazonas). Observe como os aviões e barcos estão próximos. Veja também o outro lado do lago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM143HHU9zI/AAAAAAAAAYc/F360O26OjrY/s1600-h/DSC03741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245982029154416434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM143HHU9zI/AAAAAAAAAYc/F360O26OjrY/s320/DSC03741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em novembro de 2007 o rio alcançou o ponto mais baixo, desta temporada. O rio suboi mais de 28 metros. As fotos foram tiradas do mesmo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM143rzf4GI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HvWFXcL9y7c/s1600-h/DSC03055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245982039003357282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM143rzf4GI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HvWFXcL9y7c/s320/DSC03055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM143sE0LEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DR5J0WGgvOo/s1600-h/DSC03054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245982039075990594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM143sE0LEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DR5J0WGgvOo/s320/DSC03054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-8424536626513413954?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/8424536626513413954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=8424536626513413954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8424536626513413954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8424536626513413954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-rio-subiu-mais-de-28-metros.html' title='O rio subiu mais de 28 metros'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SM143AUgEoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TfF_RJEun7I/s72-c/DSC03778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-6244753986101486572</id><published>2008-06-26T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:11:28.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pior é que é a verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SGP0_4K3P_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/dAPXfhYMdGs/s1600-h/Digitalizar0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216282171672051698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SGP0_4K3P_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/dAPXfhYMdGs/s400/Digitalizar0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa charge estava na Acrítica (jornal de Manaus) no domingo, dia 22 de junho de 2008. A cidade de Manaus tem igarapés (pequenos "rios") em todos os lugares. É inviável fazer pontes para unir todas as ruas. Por isso, há muuuuuuuuuitas ruas sem saída. O mapa de Manaus é bem parecido com o da charge.&lt;br /&gt;Esses dias, no caminho para o trabalho, o Victor e os outros que estavam no carro viram um outro carro, que havia caído em um burado durante a noite. Um pedaço do telhado ainda estava acima do nível da rua. Por isso, ficamos muito felizes quando tem cones indicando os buracos. E graças a Deus, nosso carro ainda está inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-6244753986101486572?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/6244753986101486572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=6244753986101486572' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6244753986101486572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6244753986101486572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/06/pior-que-verdade.html' title='Pior é que é a verdade'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SGP0_4K3P_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/dAPXfhYMdGs/s72-c/Digitalizar0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-2017233839462936138</id><published>2008-05-06T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:58:16.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pescaria no Dia do Trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDIZLW3_9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/HzGc36G7-GE/s1600-h/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No feriado fizemos um passeio muito especial. Fomos pescar com o pastor Bennie.&lt;br /&gt;Antes do vôo é feita uma inspeção. Aqui está sendo tirada a água dos flutuadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDIZbW3_-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/JY21Nk-cdzk/s1600-h/DSC03644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197374309151539170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDIZbW3_-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/JY21Nk-cdzk/s320/DSC03644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta é a vista das fazendas. Elas ficam na beira do rio. Este ano a chuva está perdurando muito e o rio ainda não parou de subir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH7LW3_4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/jPrd1Iuxvwc/s1600-h/DSC03652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373789460496258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH7LW3_4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/jPrd1Iuxvwc/s320/DSC03652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victor teve a oportunidade de pilotar o avião no qual trabalhou semanas. Ele ficou radiante!!&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Bennie está dando as instruções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH7bW3_5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/H_nrZ_TerSI/s1600-h/DSC03655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373793755463570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH7bW3_5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/H_nrZ_TerSI/s320/DSC03655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A vista é linda! Observe este rio. É assim que a maioria deles são. Por isso, a viagem de barco demora tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH7rW3_6I/AAAAAAAAAXk/DZuS_pSZKWk/s1600-h/DSC03662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373798050430882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH7rW3_6I/AAAAAAAAAXk/DZuS_pSZKWk/s320/DSC03662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um pouco adiante é mata fechada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH77W3_7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ClCUrYgt_S0/s1600-h/DSC03673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373802345398194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH77W3_7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ClCUrYgt_S0/s320/DSC03673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pousamos e desenbarcamos no flutuante (casa sobre o rio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH77W3_8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/F4xzprECILw/s1600-h/DSC03677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373802345398210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDH77W3_8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/F4xzprECILw/s320/DSC03677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este é o interior da casa. Esta casa é do pastor Bennie - por isso tem tanta coisa. Normalmente as casas não tem quase nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG8rW3_zI/AAAAAAAAAWs/a4Uez-ZTJ54/s1600-h/DSC03679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372715718672178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG8rW3_zI/AAAAAAAAAWs/a4Uez-ZTJ54/s320/DSC03679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A corda pendurada no meio da foto é para armar a rede ("cama").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG87W3_0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/hrBvicGIvHo/s1600-h/DSC03682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372720013639490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG87W3_0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/hrBvicGIvHo/s320/DSC03682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqui estou recebendo algumas instruções de pesca. Veja a isca - é um chumasso de pelos coloridos. Quando se puxa a vara, parece um peixinho colorido nadando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG9LW3_1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/l-nf1N1_l0Y/s1600-h/DSC03684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372724308606802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG9LW3_1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/l-nf1N1_l0Y/s320/DSC03684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E lá vamos nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG9LW3_2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/NcqYaRGudjg/s1600-h/DSC03685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372724308606818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG9LW3_2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/NcqYaRGudjg/s320/DSC03685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este é o pastor Bennie. Ele ama pescar. Mas mais impressionante que a quantidade de peixes que ele pega, é o dom que ele tem para ser pescador de homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG9bW3_3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/yVJFN1YgmpM/s1600-h/DSC03687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197372728603574130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDG9bW3_3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/yVJFN1YgmpM/s320/DSC03687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma das coisas que nos marcou durante o passeio:&lt;br /&gt;O S. Manoel, um senhor de 60 anos, conduziu a rabeta na qual pescamos. Ele passou o tempo todo (horas) com uma das mãos segurando o motor, para direcionar o barco. Sua habilidade é incrível. A trepidação do barco, fazia com que o remo, que estava encostado na lateral, se deslocasse para debaixo do motor. Por isso, a cada alguns minutos, ele empurrava o remo devolta. O Victor ao observar a cena, pensou: isso pode estragar o motor, eu já teria feito um engate para deixar o remo preso. Mas em seguida começou a se questionar. O S. Manouel conduz rabetas praticamente desde que nasceu. Na sua vida já deve ter empurrado o remo milhares de vezes. Ele sabe o que estraga o seu motor. Pra ele tá louco de bom desse jeito. Então, por que mudar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGBbW3_uI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mPQQD_GhXJU/s1600-h/DSC03688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197371697811422946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGBbW3_uI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mPQQD_GhXJU/s320/DSC03688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um dia vou encontrar o S. Manoel no céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGBrW3_vI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kgVQqLArZ9E/s1600-h/DSC03690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197371702106390258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGBrW3_vI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kgVQqLArZ9E/s320/DSC03690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Você consegue identificar até onde vai a água?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGB7W3_wI/AAAAAAAAAWU/5iiEbXOEczs/s1600-h/DSC03694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197371706401357570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGB7W3_wI/AAAAAAAAAWU/5iiEbXOEczs/s320/DSC03694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nos deliciamos com a paisagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGCLW3_xI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DzrE9hzyX-U/s1600-h/DSC03695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197371710696324882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGCLW3_xI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DzrE9hzyX-U/s320/DSC03695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGCbW3_yI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JoGHZz5Y9dE/s1600-h/DSC03708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197371714991292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDGCbW3_yI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JoGHZz5Y9dE/s320/DSC03708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isso foi tudo que eu consegui pescar - um girino!!!!! O rio está muito cheio. Aí os peixes tem muito o que comer e ficam diluídos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFGLW3_pI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VedlUSvvVBc/s1600-h/DSC03704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197370679904173714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFGLW3_pI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VedlUSvvVBc/s320/DSC03704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fiz amizade com essa turma. Eles estão na casa de farinha, descascando mandioca. Depois ela passa uma noite na água, é triturada e secada. Assim, vira a típica farinha (o que no sul se chama de farofa). Farinha é a base das refeições da maioria das pessoas por aqui. Temos estranhado o tipo da farinha. Ela é muito grossa e dura. Se você morder com força, quebra os dentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFGrW3_qI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VNl5we16Op8/s1600-h/DSC03719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197370688494108322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFGrW3_qI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VNl5we16Op8/s320/DSC03719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando pousamos, já devolta em Manaus, vimos esta carga sobre a rabeta - dois carrinhos de mão, cheios de cimento. Carrega-se de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFG7W3_rI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ftfO4RpbMTc/s1600-h/DSC03727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197370692789075634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFG7W3_rI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ftfO4RpbMTc/s320/DSC03727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na beira do rio, esta cena é comum - as toras são retiradas da água e transformadas em táboas, com uma motocerra. Você se habilita? Eu não!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFHbW3_sI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lS4QdcY_DjM/s1600-h/DSC03728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197370701379010242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFHbW3_sI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lS4QdcY_DjM/s320/DSC03728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chegamos em casa, cansados, mas felizes pelo tempo com o pastor Bennie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quer comer tucunaré conosco? Ainda está no freezer.   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFHrW3_tI/AAAAAAAAAV8/btfxtNX8NHA/s1600-h/DSC03730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197370705673977554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDFHrW3_tI/AAAAAAAAAV8/btfxtNX8NHA/s320/DSC03730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-2017233839462936138?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/2017233839462936138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=2017233839462936138' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2017233839462936138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2017233839462936138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/05/pescaria-no-dia-do-trabalho.html' title='Pescaria no Dia do Trabalho'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SCDIZbW3_-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/JY21Nk-cdzk/s72-c/DSC03644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-4807013385650250131</id><published>2008-04-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:30:32.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assembléia de Asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SA4nHbW3_lI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SdGbOdM6WZ4/s1600-h/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192130428961029714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SA4nHbW3_lI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SdGbOdM6WZ4/s320/DSC03453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando eu era criança, achava que a função das instituições era fazer reuniões. Tudo girava em torno de pesosas se encontrarem para conversar sobre muitos assuntos. Com o passar dos anos, fui descobrindo que na realidade nas reuniões se fala do que aconteceu, se planeja para o futuro e são escolhidas as pessoas que assumirão a liderança.&lt;br /&gt;Esse também foi o caso das reuniões que tivemos em Asas nos dias 11 e 12 de abril. As reuniões ocorreram na sede, em Anápolis (GO). Como é inviável irmos todos até lá, nós das bases de Belém, Boa Vista e Manaus, acompanhamos pelo skype. Na foto acima estamos esperando a conexão melhorar. E na realidade foi isso que mais fizemos. Foi bem frustrante. Era como se todos fossem gagos, com sérios problemas de dicção. Mas pudemos ler os relatórios que nos foram enviados por email e enviamos os nossos votos para as eleições da liderança. O presidente da missão continua o Pr. Rocindes José Corrêa. Como vice foi eleito Milton Wesley de Souza. Os diretores nas diversas áreas são: Wilson Kannenberg, Denis Engelhardt, Ester Camilo Alves, Luce Janes Johnson, Rute Dauaidar e Wander Dias. Desejamos que Deus dê muita sabedoria para o ano de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-4807013385650250131?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/4807013385650250131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=4807013385650250131' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/4807013385650250131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/4807013385650250131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/04/assemblia-de-asas.html' title='Assembléia de Asas'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SA4nHbW3_lI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SdGbOdM6WZ4/s72-c/DSC03453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-6868393519277248177</id><published>2008-04-10T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:40:18.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Formigueiro</title><content type='html'>Algumas semanas atrás começamos a ajudar na classe da Escola Bíblica Dominical dos pré-adolescentes (10-11 anos), na Igreja que freqüentamos (Batista da Grande Circular). Trabalhamos junto com um outro casal de professores - Fernando e Rosi.&lt;br /&gt;Aí estão nossos pré-adolescentes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187666148270782754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_5K4Fz_uSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_ZBWsCynoGI/s320/DSC03383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Na primeira fila, da esquerda para direita: Lucas, Raylane, Vitória, Thales e Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;Segunda fila: Gleiciane, Leslie, Maria Paula, Paula e Letícia.&lt;br /&gt;Terceira fila: Ethienne, Gabriel, Gleyson e Rayan.&lt;br /&gt;Atrás é a Tia Rosi.&lt;br /&gt;No último domingo (06/04) o Victor deu a lição (O Plano de Deus). Ele desenhou um formigueiro no quadro e perguntou como uma pessoa poderia ajudar as formigas a concertar o formigueiro, depois que alguém o destruiu. Chegamos a conclusão que isso não é possível. Mas se essa pessoa pudesse virar formiga, poderia ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;Para que Deus pudesse arrumar os problemas (pecado) das pessoas, ele precisou se tornar pessoa.  Jesus veio para viver como pessoa e para nos trazer a solução para os nossos pecados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187666131090913538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_5K3Fz_uQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5zlFe1kmmWs/s320/DSC03437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depois da lição, fizemos vários formigueiros, formigas e pessoas de jornal. Foi divertido e aparentemente a lição foi entendida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187666135385880850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_5K3Vz_uRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/t1UVMYl-ZxM/s320/DSC03438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-6868393519277248177?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/6868393519277248177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=6868393519277248177' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6868393519277248177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6868393519277248177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-formigueiro.html' title='O Formigueiro'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_5K4Fz_uSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_ZBWsCynoGI/s72-c/DSC03383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-8414228428510589776</id><published>2008-04-09T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:03:47.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você já teve dengue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eu acabei de ter a primeira dengue. Agora só posso ter mais 3 vezes!!!!! Há 4 tipos de dengue e estou imune a uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Dia 12 de março amanheci com febre (Dia 1 da dengue).&lt;br /&gt;A noite fui ao pronto socorro - me receitaram antibiótico!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dia 4 da dengue eu estava muito mal, fraca, prostrada, vomitando... Voltamos ao pronto socorro. No exame de sangue minhas plaquetas estavam em 57.000 (normal 150.000 a 450.000). Fui internada.&lt;br /&gt;Na manhã seguinte amanheci vermelha - com petéquias no rosco e nos braços - isso confirmou o diagnóstico de dengue. Eu já estava desconfiada desde o primeiro dia, mas nunca tive dengue antes! Por causa da quantidade baixa de plaquetas (nessa manhã chegou a 40.000), o sangue aparecia por baixo da pele, causando as manchas. Veja meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187350670037989570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0r81z_uMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/1nzZq7LqZKE/s320/DSC03384.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dia 6 da dengue me transferiram para um belo hospital - esta foi minha suíte particular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0r9Fz_uNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/12ttWUo77NU/s1600-h/DSC03396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187350674332956882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0r9Fz_uNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/12ttWUo77NU/s320/DSC03396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto - dia 8 da dengue. As petéquias chegaram nas pernas e pés e o corpo todo começou a inchar. O baixo nível de albumina (uma proteína) no corpo desrregulou as passagens de líquidos e causou esse estrago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0r9lz_uOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nVq2LqchG60/s1600-h/DSC03399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187350682922891490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0r9lz_uOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nVq2LqchG60/s320/DSC03399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa era a visão que eu tinha!!! As mãos ficaram tão inchadas e sensíveis, que eu tinha dificuldade em usar garfo e faca. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187354136076597490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0vGlz_uPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4Mr1usTtcCg/s320/DSC03401.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Agora, imagine tudo isso coçando. Coçou, sem parar, por 2 dias e meio. Essas noites eu quase não dormi. De madrugada, para aliviar um pouco a coceira na palma da mão, eu pegava na barra de ferro da cama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0rAFz_uII/AAAAAAAAATo/XnQHgaUWTSk/s1600-h/DSC03402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187349626360936578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0rAFz_uII/AAAAAAAAATo/XnQHgaUWTSk/s320/DSC03402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dia 11 da dengue - Páscoa - depois de 7 dias na minha suíte particular, tive alta do hospital. Mas só prometendo ao médico que eu faria repouso absoluto em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus temos plano de saúde. A Unimed nos tratou muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Quinze dias depois dos primeiros sintomas essa era a situação das minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0rAVz_uJI/AAAAAAAAATw/VXZNmNzCdJA/s1600-h/DSC03419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187349630655903890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0rAVz_uJI/AAAAAAAAATw/VXZNmNzCdJA/s320/DSC03419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E alguns dias depois...   foi a vez dos pés. Na foto já estão quase descascados.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192142785581940322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/SA4yWrW3_mI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LL23AGVOTxM/s320/DSC03452.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Esses foram alguns dos pedacinhos que tirei dos pés.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0rAlz_uLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UaJlsFAOxyQ/s1600-h/DSC03432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187349634950871218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0rAlz_uLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UaJlsFAOxyQ/s320/DSC03432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No momento minhas penas estão descascando, mas é uma camada fina de pele. Eu ainda deveria postar uma foto atual de mim. Estou com uma aparência ótima, sem comparação com essas fotos. Outra hora.... o Victor acabou de chegar, quero dar atenção a ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-8414228428510589776?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/8414228428510589776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=8414228428510589776' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8414228428510589776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8414228428510589776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/04/voc-j-teve-dengue.html' title='Você já teve dengue?'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R_0r81z_uMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/1nzZq7LqZKE/s72-c/DSC03384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-3419441896942892864</id><published>2008-02-12T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T05:24:06.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosso carnaval</title><content type='html'>Um casal de amigos da igreja nos convidaram para passear no carnaval. Aceitamos o convite e no sábado às 4:30 da madruga, já estávamos esperando por eles. Como precisávamos fazer a travessia de balsa, era importante chegar cedo na fila. Na foto abaixo, estamos subindo na balsa (de ré). E como dá para ver, o sol já estava alto! Estávaos bem apreensivos, opis não fazíamos idéia de como seria o local para onde estávamos indo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwUfugJQI/AAAAAAAAATY/J3X_SDVkfSs/s1600-h/DSC03288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166104113731085570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwUfugJQI/AAAAAAAAATY/J3X_SDVkfSs/s320/DSC03288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A travessia levou em torno de 1 hora. Descemos o Rio Negro e depois subioms um pouco o Rio Solimões. Veja abaixo o encontro das águas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwKfugJLI/AAAAAAAAASw/HLHf1Zz4nAE/s1600-h/DSC03297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103941932393650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwKfugJLI/AAAAAAAAASw/HLHf1Zz4nAE/s320/DSC03297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É incrível como a água do Rio Negro e do Rio Solimões ainda percorrem lado a lado, sem se misturar, por quilômetros. A água do Rio Negro parece coca-cola um pouco diluída.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwKfugJMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vXBaM8GGZ-4/s1600-h/DSC03301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103941932393666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwKfugJMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vXBaM8GGZ-4/s320/DSC03301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ao lado do "porto" onde atracamos para desembarque, havia esta oficina. As duas construções estão flutuando. Já pensou, se cair uma ferramenta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwLfugJNI/AAAAAAAAATA/rSrpPfk2JYc/s1600-h/DSC03347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103959112262866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwLfugJNI/AAAAAAAAATA/rSrpPfk2JYc/s320/DSC03347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isso é o vilarejo de Careiro da Várzea, onde desembarcamos. Do outro lado tem uma feira, onde se vende de tudo. Paramos para comprar gelo, carne e farinha de mandioca. Eu fiquei esperando no carro (ligado e com ar condicionado), mas o Victor me contou depois, que o negócio era cruel. Uma completa falta de higiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwLvugJOI/AAAAAAAAATI/8i7OiZK2h2s/s1600-h/DSC03311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103963407230178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwLvugJOI/AAAAAAAAATI/8i7OiZK2h2s/s320/DSC03311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aí sim, pegamos a estrada - BR-319. Pela placa a BR leva até Porto Velho (até lá devem ser cerca de 900 km de estrada ruim). Mas nós andamos apenas uns 65 km, na direção de Autazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwLvugJPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-f25i-cCVuM/s1600-h/DSC03343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103963407230194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwLvugJPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-f25i-cCVuM/s320/DSC03343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chegamos ao nosso destino. A Fazenda Jardim do Eden, da D. Diomar. Na foto abaixo aparece a estrada e do lado direito fica a fazenda. A D. Diomar mora lá com a sua mãe, que todos chamam de mãezinha. Elas são mãe e avó de um outro casal da igreja, que ainda não conhecíamos. Nesses dias eles tinham ido lá, nós fomos, o casal que nos levou ainda levou seu filho e havia mais 2 famílias vizitando. Isso é algo bem típico - o povo vai chegando. Nós estranhamos bastante, mas é precioso ir convivendo com as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvrvugJGI/AAAAAAAAASI/y7EMZ2rIcdM/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103413651416162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvrvugJGI/AAAAAAAAASI/y7EMZ2rIcdM/s320/DSC03319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqui novamente dá para ver a estrada, agora olhando do outro lado. Este é o igarapé que pertence à fazenda. A correnteza é forte, a água é transparente - dá para ver os pés, mas também parece coca-cola diluída. O banho é refrescante, pois o calor é diário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gvr_ugJHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wNAq3RJWExA/s1600-h/DSC03321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103417946383474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gvr_ugJHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wNAq3RJWExA/s320/DSC03321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqui eu estou entrando pela porta da cozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gvr_ugJII/AAAAAAAAASY/Ancd9Bu_GBw/s1600-h/DSC03333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103417946383490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gvr_ugJII/AAAAAAAAASY/Ancd9Bu_GBw/s320/DSC03333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logo atrás da porta da cozinha fica a lista telefônica. Elas têm celular rural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvsPugJJI/AAAAAAAAASg/X63UfUtXz9w/s1600-h/DSC03329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103422241350802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvsPugJJI/AAAAAAAAASg/X63UfUtXz9w/s320/DSC03329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando acaba a lista, tem a porta do chuveiro. O pessoal da família tem estatura baixa - eu já não poderia tomar banho aí.... tomei banho no igarapé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvsfugJKI/AAAAAAAAASo/mVxogI8qwxg/s1600-h/DSC03331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103426536318114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvsfugJKI/AAAAAAAAASo/mVxogI8qwxg/s320/DSC03331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E mais um passo adiante fica a pia da cozinha. Esta é a D. Diomar. Nós já estávamos indo embora, mas ela queria que experimentássemos suco de abacaba. O aspecto é muito esquisito - roxo leitoso. O tempo todo ouvimos das doenças que se pega com frutas e água. Mas não podíamos negar, pois ela fez o suco com tanto carinho e nós estávamos curiosos para esperimentar. O gosto é muito bom. Lembra um pouco abacate, apesar da fruta não ter nenhuma semelhança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvXfugJBI/AAAAAAAAARg/vBDsbLgXAac/s1600-h/DSC03336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103065759065106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvXfugJBI/AAAAAAAAARg/vBDsbLgXAac/s320/DSC03336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Mãezinha tem mais de 80 anos, mas muita disposição. Atualmente ela mora na casa da D. Diomar, para não ficar sozinha. Nós dormimos na varanda da casa dela e no interior havia este "altar". Elas são cristãs. Nos pareceu um cristianismo um pouco diferente do que nós conhecemos. Essa é uma questão que chamado a nossa atenção aqui em Manaus. Alguns valores cristãos são diferentes. Como somos novatos, como não conhecemos o suficiente da cultura e como o que fazemos muitas vezes parece estranho para eles, a nossa postura tem sido de observar e tentar fazer perguntas. Mas mesmo fazer perguntas não é fácil, temos ouvido respostas escancaradamente incoerentes, pois nos respondem o que acham que queremos ouvir. Esta é uma característica da cultura indígena - o compromisso dele não é com a verdade, mas com a resposta que o homem branco quer ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvXvugJCI/AAAAAAAAARo/yySXQXT6-HY/s1600-h/DSC03316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103070054032418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvXvugJCI/AAAAAAAAARo/yySXQXT6-HY/s320/DSC03316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este foi o nosso aposento. O Victor dormiu pela primeira vez na rede. Ele gostou!!! Claro que ainda prefere a cama. Passamos apenas uma noite lá, mas ela foi muito boa. Em casa praticamente sempre temos o ar codicionado ou o ventilador ligado. Mas a noite na rede foi completamente quieta, apenas alguns grilos e a temperatura nos obrigou a usar uma manta leve. Foi uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvXvugJDI/AAAAAAAAARw/sAiiF6JNKFw/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103070054032434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvXvugJDI/AAAAAAAAARw/sAiiF6JNKFw/s320/DSC03334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na volta para casa, paramos debaixo de uma castanheira. Observe bem a foto - o carro e o Victor aparecem na foto. Imagine quando cai uma bola cheia de castanhas do Pará....  sai de baixo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvYPugJEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w29-RPGhgEI/s1600-h/DSC03339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103078643967042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvYPugJEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w29-RPGhgEI/s320/DSC03339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E aqui estamos os dois ao lado do tronco da castanheira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvYfugJFI/AAAAAAAAASA/Zg2EZncMd6o/s1600-h/DSC03341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103082938934354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GvYfugJFI/AAAAAAAAASA/Zg2EZncMd6o/s320/DSC03341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A experiência do interior foi muito rica culturalmente. Percebemos que esse tipo de convivência nos ajuda para conhecermos as regras inconscientes que regem a vida das pessoas. Isso nos ajuda a entender as pessoas. Vemos como elas resolvem os problemas daqui. Muitas vezes estas não seriam as estratégias que nós utilizaríamos. Mas cá entre nós, as nossas soluções não funcionam (risos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-3419441896942892864?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/3419441896942892864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=3419441896942892864' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/3419441896942892864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/3419441896942892864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/02/nosso-carnaval.html' title='Nosso carnaval'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GwUfugJQI/AAAAAAAAATY/J3X_SDVkfSs/s72-c/DSC03288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-2668441972248635997</id><published>2008-02-12T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:17:06.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janeiro - Revisão do Caravan</title><content type='html'>Em janeiro foi feita uma revisão de rotina um pouco maior, no Caravan. Nestas revisões eles tem uma lista de itens que devem ser inspecionados e mais algumas peças que devem ser trocadas. A equipe subdividiu as tarefas e passaram vários dias trabalhando. Veja a cara do Ryan (chefe dos mecânicos). O que será que ele encontrou? Nada grave. Na realidade o flagra da foto fez ele ficar com essa cara. Outro detalhe é a camiseta dele. O suor é algo que faz parte de todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gkz_ugI6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/o9i7bdZe6J8/s1600-h/DSC03227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166091460757431202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gkz_ugI6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/o9i7bdZe6J8/s320/DSC03227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estou aqui olhando para essas fotos e queria explicar o que o Victor está fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gk0fugI7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/f7tHra4lTlM/s1600-h/DSC03237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166091469347365810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gk0fugI7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/f7tHra4lTlM/s320/DSC03237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas não sei o que é. Se você quiser mais detalhes, entre em contato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gk0fugI8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5GrD7bp6yFE/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166091469347365826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gk0fugI8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5GrD7bp6yFE/s320/DSC03229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando o Caravan está lotado (peso máximo), ele tem dificuldade para decolar sobre a água. Por isso, a maioria dos vôos partem do aeroporto internacional de Manaus, possibilitando o melhor aproveitamento. Então, depois da revisão o avião foi voando do hangar até o aeroporto, que fica do outro lado da cidade. Esta sempre é uma ótima oportunidade para pegar carona, sem pagar (risos). Lá foram eles...  decolagem sobre a água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gk0vugI9I/AAAAAAAAARA/6ubICMeihFc/s1600-h/DSC03248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166091473642333138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gk0vugI9I/AAAAAAAAARA/6ubICMeihFc/s320/DSC03248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sobrevôo da cidade de Manaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gk0_ugI-I/AAAAAAAAARI/NXUUjfxWSh8/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166091477937300450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gk0_ugI-I/AAAAAAAAARI/NXUUjfxWSh8/s320/DSC03250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este é o Natan (filho do Ryan). Ele ama voar. Por isso, pegou uma carona com o tio Wilson. Andou 50 minutos de carro da sua casa até no hangar. Seu pai voltou com o carro do Pr. Wilson e foi pegá-los no aeroporto. Veja o Natan curtindo o vôo de 15 minutos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166091709865534450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GlCfugI_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/rWkHNdlwGUs/s320/DSC03251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhando bem na foto, é possível ver a pista de pouso do aeroporto. Toda vez que eu pouso neste aeroporto, tenho uma sensação estranha - tem muito mato antes de chegar na cabeceira. Mas até hoje sempre pousamos muito bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166091714160501762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7GlCvugJAI/AAAAAAAAARY/Y36cVmZWaTY/s320/DSC03266.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-2668441972248635997?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/2668441972248635997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=2668441972248635997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2668441972248635997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2668441972248635997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/02/janeiro-reviso-do-caravan.html' title='Janeiro - Revisão do Caravan'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R7Gkz_ugI6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/o9i7bdZe6J8/s72-c/DSC03227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-6290251534644475934</id><published>2008-02-10T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:31:56.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodas de Ouro dos pais do Victor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69Y3vugI0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yafJCErGjkU/s1600-h/DSC03140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165445012344808258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69Y3vugI0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yafJCErGjkU/s320/DSC03140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em janeiro de 2008 os pais do Victor completaram 50 anos de casamento. A mais de um ano, nós como filhos, estávamos planejando festejar a data. Há filhos que moram do Paraná, no Distrito Federal, na Bahia e no Amazonas. Graças a Deus, foi possível todos viajarmos até na Bahia, onde moram os pais, entre Natal e Ano Novo. Passamos 3 dias numa fazenda que tem instalações para retiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69Y4PugI1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/6Iycky2wixM/s1600-h/DSC03164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165445020934742866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69Y4PugI1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/6Iycky2wixM/s320/DSC03164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O cruel foi esperar até que a comida ficasse pronta!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165451154148041618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69edPugI5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Qss4PmHdEGM/s320/DSC03162.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Não é fácil cozinhar para 23 pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69Y4vugI3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oqF5j8k28pQ/s1600-h/DSCN1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165445029524677490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69Y4vugI3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oqF5j8k28pQ/s320/DSCN1705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas ficou uma delícia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69Y4_ugI4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/eBOCqtL68OM/s1600-h/DSCN1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165445033819644802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69Y4_ugI4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/eBOCqtL68OM/s320/DSCN1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Entre uma refeição e outra, entre uma conversa e outra, nada como tomar um banho nesse pedacinho do paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69YbfugIzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/TDHQ-TMFj2U/s1600-h/DSCN1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165444527013503794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69YbfugIzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/TDHQ-TMFj2U/s320/DSCN1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165444522718536482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69YbPugIyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ty2LmUpUSXc/s320/DSCN1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt; No final do dia Deus nos presenteou com um lindo por do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69YLfugIxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8BUEA7_oUvs/s1600-h/DSC03218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165444252135596818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69YLfugIxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8BUEA7_oUvs/s320/DSC03218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69YEPugIwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JTaTCH7bKAk/s1600-h/DSC03210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165444127581545218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69YEPugIwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JTaTCH7bKAk/s320/DSC03210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No final da tarde de um dos dias, fizemos um culto de agradecimento a Deus pela vida dos pais. Também pedimos a Deus que os acompanhe adiante na sua caminhada e que os abençoe a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69X8_ugIvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/T2eCWWZR21U/s1600-h/DSC03179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165444003027493618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69X8_ugIvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/T2eCWWZR21U/s320/DSC03179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em seguida comemoramos com bolo, café e salgadinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69X1vugIuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8jEN7qcsDVI/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165443878473442018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69X1vugIuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8jEN7qcsDVI/s320/DSC03180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bem ,mais tarde, os que ainda estavam dispostos, sentaram em roda para cantar. Que delícia! Mas veja só o que acontece com uns manauaras - isso não era brincadeira. Começamos a passar muito frio, mesmo que os outros estivessem de bermuda. O que não fazem 6 meses em Manaus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69XufugItI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xrDM7IBYcRY/s1600-h/DSCN1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165443753919390418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69XufugItI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xrDM7IBYcRY/s320/DSCN1716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinqüenta anos atrás S. Abraham e D. Helena casaram. Deus lhes presenteou com 6 filhos (na seqüência, da direita para a esquerda). Pela graça Dele, todos crêem e buscam obedecer ao Senhor Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69XjPugIsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QNoujnKgBF0/s1600-h/DSC03172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165443560645862082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69XjPugIsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QNoujnKgBF0/s320/DSC03172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os anos foram passando e hoje já somos bem mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69XYvugIrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0B65dVM1CBk/s1600-h/DSCN1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165443380257235634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69XYvugIrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0B65dVM1CBk/s320/DSCN1753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-6290251534644475934?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/6290251534644475934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=6290251534644475934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6290251534644475934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6290251534644475934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/02/bodas-de-ouro-dos-pais-do-victor.html' title='Bodas de Ouro dos pais do Victor'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R69Y3vugI0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yafJCErGjkU/s72-c/DSC03140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-869417364828852393</id><published>2008-02-10T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:52:17.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de Manaus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68ah_ugIpI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6lDJ5DkC_e8/s1600-h/DSC03135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165376468961731218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68ah_ugIpI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6lDJ5DkC_e8/s320/DSC03135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fui ao banheiro no aeroporto internacional de Manaus. Veja o que diz na porta. Isso existe em algum outro lugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68aZfugIoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/W35egHqOkUo/s1600-h/DSC03132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165376322932843138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68aZfugIoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/W35egHqOkUo/s320/DSC03132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma das esquinas aqui perto de casa reserva uma surpresa para os desatentos. Esses dias o Victor viu um carro que tinha se pendurado. A motorista recisou de ajuda para sair dessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68aSPugInI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jHd3HfMbp_s/s1600-h/DSC03123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165376198378791538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68aSPugInI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jHd3HfMbp_s/s320/DSC03123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O nome deste estabelecimeto comercial nos causou problemas teológicos. Alguém poderia nos ajudar a explicar este novo conceito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68aJfugImI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WwPWskty1B0/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165376048054936162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68aJfugImI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WwPWskty1B0/s320/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta outra loja (à esquerda) é bem melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68aCfugIlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DTNNgHTgzGo/s1600-h/DSC03121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165375927795851858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68aCfugIlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DTNNgHTgzGo/s320/DSC03121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O povo é criativo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Z8PugIkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AmEzwawh7l4/s1600-h/DSC03120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165375820421669442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Z8PugIkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AmEzwawh7l4/s320/DSC03120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta é a aparência de uma típica rua residencial, em Manaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Z2PugIjI/AAAAAAAAANw/_iQwprzBH4s/s1600-h/DSC03112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165375717342454322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Z2PugIjI/AAAAAAAAANw/_iQwprzBH4s/s320/DSC03112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pousadas por aqui, tem outro significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Zv_ugIiI/AAAAAAAAANo/5vf-rfALqcs/s1600-h/DSC03111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165375609968271906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Zv_ugIiI/AAAAAAAAANo/5vf-rfALqcs/s320/DSC03111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um belo paisagismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68ZkvugIhI/AAAAAAAAANg/eUrRpXSWebk/s1600-h/DSC02704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165375416694743570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68ZkvugIhI/AAAAAAAAANg/eUrRpXSWebk/s320/DSC02704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta é a área de embarque na rudoviária de Manaus. Apesar da cidade ter quase o tamanho de Curitiba, a rodoviária terrestre é pequena - quase não tem para ir de ônibus!!! Mas em compensação, nas áreas de embarque nos portos o fervo é geral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165379462553936546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68dQPugIqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/--7AY8y8Ro8/s320/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-869417364828852393?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/869417364828852393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=869417364828852393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/869417364828852393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/869417364828852393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/02/coisas-de-manaus.html' title='Coisas de Manaus'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68ah_ugIpI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6lDJ5DkC_e8/s72-c/DSC03135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-8810333625410566043</id><published>2008-02-10T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:33:30.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversos em dezembro 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68W0_ugIgI/AAAAAAAAANY/9DLsQivtVwY/s1600-h/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165372397332734466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68W0_ugIgI/AAAAAAAAANY/9DLsQivtVwY/s320/DSC03126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Começo de dezembro compramos nosso carro. Ele tem suprido muito bem a nossa demanda. Ao procurar carro, certo dia perguntamos: o carro faz quantos quilômetros com o litro? Aquele rapaz nos respondeu: ele é muito econômico, eu coloco R$20,00 e rodo o dia todo. Bem, não compramos aquele carro....   Mas este é econômico, faz mais de 12km/litro. Estamos muito satisfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68WtfugIfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qGdVocA-fvg/s1600-h/2007,November+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165372268483715570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68WtfugIfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qGdVocA-fvg/s320/2007,November+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta é parte da equipe infantil em Asas Manaus. Essa foto foi tirada na noite em que festejamos Natal - todos eles estão arrumadinhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Wl_ugIeI/AAAAAAAAANI/yfjQ3X_dSC4/s1600-h/2007,November+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165372139634696674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Wl_ugIeI/AAAAAAAAANI/yfjQ3X_dSC4/s320/2007,November+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Durante a programação da festa de Natal, eu contei a história do nascimento de Jesus e as crianças me ajudaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68We_ugIdI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y0W18TnyszI/s1600-h/DSC03096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165372019375612370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68We_ugIdI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y0W18TnyszI/s320/DSC03096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na época de  final de ano, começa o inverno por aqui. Isso não significa que chega a fazer frio, mas como o céu está encoberto quase todos os dias, e chove muito, os termômetros marcam as temperaturas mais baixas do ano (em torno de 22°C). Este é o quintal da casa onde estamos morando, depois de uma chuva. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-8810333625410566043?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/8810333625410566043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=8810333625410566043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8810333625410566043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8810333625410566043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/02/diversos-em-dezembro-2007.html' title='Diversos em dezembro 2007'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68W0_ugIgI/AAAAAAAAANY/9DLsQivtVwY/s72-c/DSC03126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7011270262880224178</id><published>2008-02-10T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:20:31.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa de entrega do Novo Testamento em Sanumã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TvvugIcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/D9r9cuxSSng/s1600-h/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165369008603537858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TvvugIcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/D9r9cuxSSng/s320/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; S. Donald e D. Anita (mais ao fundo) foram os primeiros missionários em Auaris, entre os índios Sanumã. Em 1974 o S. Donald começou a tradução dó Novo Testamento da Bíblia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TpfugIbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UPMXYhPN9b8/s1600-h/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165368901229355442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TpfugIbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UPMXYhPN9b8/s320/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No dia 23 de novembro de 2007 foi a festa de entraga da tradução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TRPugIaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kx5vzHE3wj8/s1600-h/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165368484617527714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TRPugIaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kx5vzHE3wj8/s320/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TKfugIZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MbUZZ--dodc/s1600-h/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165368368653410706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TKfugIZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MbUZZ--dodc/s320/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No dia houve batismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TCvugIYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aBCL5YNt0Xw/s1600-h/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165368235509424514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TCvugIYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aBCL5YNt0Xw/s320/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Celebração da Santa Ceia com bijú ("panqueca" feita com farinha de mandioca) e chibé (água engrossada com farinha de mandioca). Em cima da mesa, também está a nova Bíblia. No fundo, em cima da caixa de som, estão os fragmentos traduzidos, que eram utilizados nos últimos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68S7vugIXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NZsroxCZS5g/s1600-h/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165368115250340210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68S7vugIXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NZsroxCZS5g/s320/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Era dia de festa e esta menina tinha se enfeitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68S0_ugIWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bqyp8kpkVJQ/s1600-h/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165367999286223202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68S0_ugIWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bqyp8kpkVJQ/s320/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Bíblias e os missionários foram transportados pelos aviões de Asas. Desde os primeiros anos de trabalho na aldeia, por volta de 1965, Asas faz o tranporte de missionários, correspondência, medicamentos, doentes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7011270262880224178?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7011270262880224178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7011270262880224178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7011270262880224178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7011270262880224178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/02/festa-de-entrega-do-novo-testamento-em.html' title='Festa de entrega do Novo Testamento em Sanumã'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68TvvugIcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/D9r9cuxSSng/s72-c/Fotos+Auaris+novembro+2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-6455235628055633636</id><published>2008-02-10T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:04:22.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho em Boa Vista - novembro 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68RdvugIVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XyTd2G12ZgQ/s1600-h/DSC03088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165366500342636882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68RdvugIVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XyTd2G12ZgQ/s320/DSC03088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan e Victor trabalhando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Q2PugIUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/08fHnCqd3Yc/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165365821737804098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Q2PugIUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/08fHnCqd3Yc/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em uma das noites, enquanto os homens trabalhavam, Rachel, os filhos e eu, fomos a um dos parques da cidade. Todos os dias a noite eles ligam as luzes e esse chafariz, para divertimento público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Qu_ugITI/AAAAAAAAALw/q5tZvbVFqHU/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165365697183752498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68Qu_ugITI/AAAAAAAAALw/q5tZvbVFqHU/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Veja como ficamos (Seth, Ana e eu) - foi uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-6455235628055633636?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/6455235628055633636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=6455235628055633636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6455235628055633636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6455235628055633636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2008/02/trabalho-em-boa-vista-novembro-2007.html' title='Trabalho em Boa Vista - novembro 2007'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R68RdvugIVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XyTd2G12ZgQ/s72-c/DSC03088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-6562692165043647011</id><published>2007-12-14T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:13:48.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu de fotógrafa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LVM1NbYII/AAAAAAAAALU/lowf_q2XOQE/s1600-h/DSC02969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143908140829073538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LVM1NbYII/AAAAAAAAALU/lowf_q2XOQE/s320/DSC02969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Selma e o Jocimar (vigia do hangar) já vivem juntos a anos. Alguns meses atrás eles se converteram e quiseram casar. A festa foi linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-6562692165043647011?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/6562692165043647011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=6562692165043647011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6562692165043647011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/6562692165043647011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/eu-de-fotgrafa.html' title='Eu de fotógrafa'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LVM1NbYII/AAAAAAAAALU/lowf_q2XOQE/s72-c/DSC02969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-5332354552888156227</id><published>2007-12-14T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:06:26.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra que isso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LTTlNbYHI/AAAAAAAAALM/GbruM54XmcY/s1600-h/DSC02799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143906057769934962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LTTlNbYHI/AAAAAAAAALM/GbruM54XmcY/s320/DSC02799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O Victor fez a pintura com pistola, da ponta do flutuador. Para não correr o risco da névoa de tinta pintar tudo, eles cobriram o avião. Aqui já tinham tirado uma parte da proteção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-5332354552888156227?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/5332354552888156227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=5332354552888156227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5332354552888156227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5332354552888156227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/pra-que-isso.html' title='Pra que isso?'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LTTlNbYHI/AAAAAAAAALM/GbruM54XmcY/s72-c/DSC02799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-8671746628781139841</id><published>2007-12-14T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:38:22.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na sombra das asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LLzFNbYGI/AAAAAAAAALE/synBBo52K2o/s1600-h/DSC02918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143897802842792034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LLzFNbYGI/AAAAAAAAALE/synBBo52K2o/s320/DSC02918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Como é bom trabalhar na sombra. "Como é precioso o teu amor, ó Deus! Os homens encontram refúgio à sombra das tuas asas" Sl 36:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-8671746628781139841?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/8671746628781139841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=8671746628781139841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8671746628781139841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8671746628781139841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/na-sombra-das-asas.html' title='Na sombra das asas'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LLzFNbYGI/AAAAAAAAALE/synBBo52K2o/s72-c/DSC02918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7837461654400556851</id><published>2007-12-14T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:26:14.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O hangar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LKhFNbYFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7GSE2WMJQgo/s1600-h/DSC02925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143896394093518930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LKhFNbYFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7GSE2WMJQgo/s320/DSC02925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7837461654400556851?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7837461654400556851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7837461654400556851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7837461654400556851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7837461654400556851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-hangar.html' title='O hangar'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LKhFNbYFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7GSE2WMJQgo/s72-c/DSC02925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-5804405402573293028</id><published>2007-12-14T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:19:58.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equipe feminina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LHvFNbYEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oGrJjIRhPBo/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143893336076804162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LHvFNbYEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oGrJjIRhPBo/s320/DSC02705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Duas vezes por mês nos encontramos para orar, estudar a Bíblia, rir, chorar, comer, conversar, ... Neste dia encapamos cadernos e os decoramos, usando EVA. Assim fizemos belos cadernos de receitas. Na foto de cima, da esquerda para a direita: Rachel (Ryan), Mara, Lenir (Jefferson), Jisela (Norberto), Flábia (Daniel), Raquel (Valtair). Em baixo: Keila (Márcio) e Lori (Wilson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LHcFNbYDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wQBXk3DIuNM/s1600-h/DSC02706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143893009659289650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LHcFNbYDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wQBXk3DIuNM/s320/DSC02706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-5804405402573293028?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/5804405402573293028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=5804405402573293028' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5804405402573293028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5804405402573293028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/equipe-feminina.html' title='Equipe feminina'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2LHvFNbYEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oGrJjIRhPBo/s72-c/DSC02705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-8192396281171331928</id><published>2007-12-14T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:03:51.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho de equipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Kop1NbYCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/H8Cl_aH3AjA/s1600-h/DSC02943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143859161022029858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Kop1NbYCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/H8Cl_aH3AjA/s320/DSC02943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta é a equipe de mecânicos. Em cima, da esquerda para direita: Márcio (também é piloto), Valtair, Ryan (chefe dos mecânicos) e em baixo: Wilson (também é piloto), Daniel e Victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-8192396281171331928?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/8192396281171331928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=8192396281171331928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8192396281171331928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8192396281171331928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/trabalho-de-equipe.html' title='Trabalho de equipe'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Kop1NbYCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/H8Cl_aH3AjA/s72-c/DSC02943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-837881635717657251</id><published>2007-12-14T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:58:49.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada como um trator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Knw1NbYBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wEQ1fdP62UE/s1600-h/DSC02864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143858181769486354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Knw1NbYBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wEQ1fdP62UE/s320/DSC02864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este trator estava parado, sem funcionar. O Victor não agüentou. Fez funcionar e deu umas voltas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-837881635717657251?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/837881635717657251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=837881635717657251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/837881635717657251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/837881635717657251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/nada-como-um-trator.html' title='Nada como um trator!'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Knw1NbYBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wEQ1fdP62UE/s72-c/DSC02864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7099981937849270366</id><published>2007-12-14T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:55:17.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de babá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Kmk1NbYAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UKqowNxsOOM/s1600-h/DSC02863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143856876099428354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Kmk1NbYAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UKqowNxsOOM/s320/DSC02863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estes são Sete, Natan e Ana (filhos de Raquel e Ryan). É gostoso ter a companhia deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KmSVNbX_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2FZU94sTVI0/s1600-h/DSC02861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143856558271848434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KmSVNbX_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2FZU94sTVI0/s320/DSC02861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7099981937849270366?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7099981937849270366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7099981937849270366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7099981937849270366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7099981937849270366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/dia-de-bab.html' title='Dia de babá'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Kmk1NbYAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UKqowNxsOOM/s72-c/DSC02863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-8817407698748246854</id><published>2007-12-14T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:52:36.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avião utilizado em Santarém</title><content type='html'>Este avião é pilotado pelo Timóteo. Ele veio até Manaus para fazer a revisão. A equipe de mecânicos trabalhou bastante e aqui o Victor está saindo para participar do vôo de teste. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143854634126499794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KkiVNbX9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Rmyb1SUQe1U/s320/Marcela+agosto+2007+458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele voltou empolgado com os cavalinhos de pau que deram na água. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2Kj_lNbX8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/do5t3ja22-s/s1600-h/Marcela+agosto+2007+457+menor.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143855445875318754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KlRlNbX-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/1Ifbah17m_s/s320/Marcela+agosto+2007+465+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-8817407698748246854?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/8817407698748246854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=8817407698748246854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8817407698748246854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8817407698748246854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/avio-utilizado-em-santarm.html' title='Avião utilizado em Santarém'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KkiVNbX9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Rmyb1SUQe1U/s72-c/Marcela+agosto+2007+458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-1036621099156477682</id><published>2007-12-14T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:38:29.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loja da esquerda</title><content type='html'>No caminho para o hangar, o nome de uma loja chamou minha atenção. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143853075053371314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KjHlNbX7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/4hrud-kR74c/s320/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-1036621099156477682?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/1036621099156477682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=1036621099156477682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/1036621099156477682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/1036621099156477682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/loja-da-esquerda.html' title='Loja da esquerda'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KjHlNbX7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/4hrud-kR74c/s72-c/DSC02683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-2774203459781817285</id><published>2007-12-14T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:53:57.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reformando a ponta do flutuador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KiK1NbX6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/CGg6-X5s-po/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143852031376318370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KiK1NbX6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/CGg6-X5s-po/s320/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-2774203459781817285?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/2774203459781817285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=2774203459781817285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2774203459781817285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2774203459781817285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/12/reformando-ponta-do-flutuados.html' title='Reformando a ponta do flutuador'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/R2KiK1NbX6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/CGg6-X5s-po/s72-c/DSC02682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-3590376027790798204</id><published>2007-10-20T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:51:37.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clínica na Vila dos Jacarés, município de Manacapuru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que é uma clínica? Clínica é o nome que foi dado em Asas de Socorro para as viagens para atendimento médico, odontológico e evangelização. Cada ano são feitas inúmeras clínicas. Final de agosto sobrou um lugar no avião e na véspera da viagem me convidaram para ir junto.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa bagagem. Essa era a parte visível, mas nos nossos corações estávamos levando o amor de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123437335365732498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxobHINyyJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4_BBaKJ4F5k/s320/DSC02791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Vila dos Jacarés – 1040 habitantes, 2 ruas asfaltadas, locomoção a pé ou com a única moto que roda por lá. Para chegar ou sair, só de barco, ou de avião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123439036172781938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxocqINyyXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3JRbBJWrAiE/s320/DSC02733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nosso meio de transporte – 30 minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123439362590296482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rxoc9INyyaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2mmhe_3xhXg/s320/DSC02724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A equipe: Socorro (médica), Sarah (enfermeira), Caroline (dentista), Daniela (médica), Telmo (dentista), Marcos (evangelista), Marco (coordenador, missionário em Asas – não dá para ver!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123438838604286290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxoceoNyyVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XAQxbU2MZJM/s320/DSC02736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Evangelismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rxoc2oNyyZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PKAHtyX3GBo/s1600-h/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123439250921146770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rxoc2oNyyZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PKAHtyX3GBo/s320/DSC02725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Atendimento odontológico.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123437661783247042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxobaINyyMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zKl9HBKrSww/s320/DSC02763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esterilizando equipamento odontológico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123437764862462162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxobgINyyNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rF16cB3SCZY/s320/DSC02759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aplicação de fluor (este é o Marco, ele também é dentista).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxocwYNyyYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6m28RFNB4OQ/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123439143546964354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxocwYNyyYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6m28RFNB4OQ/s320/DSC02727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sala de espera do atendimento médico.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123438937388534114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxockYNyyWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aHvDdL0-I-k/s320/DSC02735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nosso alojamento: uma casa flutuante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123437979610826994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxobsoNyyPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/rv95sAv98Ms/s320/DSC02750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dormi na rede, a primeira vez na vida! Minha rede era a da esquerda. E sabe, é bem melhor do que qualquer colchão macio demais. O segredo é deitar de atravessado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxocK4NyySI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SRqt93RcFjs/s1600-h/DSC02740.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123438499301869858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxocK4NyySI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SRqt93RcFjs/s320/DSC02740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adivinhe o que a família do flutuados ao lado estava criando – da para ver uma pata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123443545888442802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxogwoNyybI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xVQJm7-I5C4/s320/DSC02743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ao lado, havia uma horta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rxob9oNyyRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YwcP2bo0mtM/s1600-h/DSC02745.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123438271668603154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rxob9oNyyRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YwcP2bo0mtM/s320/DSC02745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E dentro da casa, o menino usou a água do rio para escovar os dentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rxob2oNyyQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zbzxPIZf6rc/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123438151409518850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rxob2oNyyQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zbzxPIZf6rc/s320/DSC02747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que será que está passando na cabeça destas crianças?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxobmYNyyOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/okJsQR8RJcY/s1600-h/DSC02758.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123437872236644578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxobmYNyyOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/okJsQR8RJcY/s320/DSC02758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que é possível fazer em 3 dias, em relação a evangelismo? Se as pessoas nunca ouviram de Jesus, pode ser importante contar a partir da criação...&lt;br /&gt;Nesta comunidade as pessoas já ouviram de Jesus e há muitas pessoas cristãs. Mas será que é importante falar sobre Deus, nesse caso? Eu acredito que sim. Quem não precisa de algumas palavras de ânimo, incentivo, ou até exortação, de vez em quando? Tive a oportunidade de conversar várias vezes com a Angélica. Ela estava muito triste, pois a sua filha de alguns meses havia falecido. Meu desejo e oração é que ela possa encontrar conforto no único lugar que este existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123445676192221634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxoisoNyycI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Rq57I9MIWk0/s320/DSC02774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Durante o vôo de retorno pudemos prestigiar um lindo por do sol. Não pude deixar de agradecer a Deus pela natureza, mas também por ter criado as pessoas. Deus fez a cada um de nós e Seu desejo é ter comunhão conosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxobNINyyKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hbXh2Jbu5GY/s1600-h/DSC02782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123437438444947618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxobNINyyKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hbXh2Jbu5GY/s320/DSC02782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-3590376027790798204?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/3590376027790798204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=3590376027790798204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/3590376027790798204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/3590376027790798204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/10/clnica-na-vila-dos-jacars-municpio-de.html' title='Clínica na Vila dos Jacarés, município de Manacapuru'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RxobHINyyJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4_BBaKJ4F5k/s72-c/DSC02791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-1665349587542808012</id><published>2007-08-25T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:04:37.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este é "O Ninho" - casa de hospedagem de Asas de Socorro (térreo). Nele ficam missionários e voluntários envolvidos com a missão. Moramos aqui de 29 de julho até 22 de agosto. Neste período tivemos uma rotação de 25 outras pessoas morando conosco. Na garagem é possível ver a ponta do carro que Deus colocou a nossa disposição até fevereiro. Este ônibus está levando voluntários dentistas, médicos e evangelistas para pegar o barco. Eles viajaram por mais de 3 horas e serviram ás pessoas ribeirinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RtB5vud0dKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rPsvCl4WlN8/s1600-h/DSC02677+Ninho+menor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102712238644688034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RtB5vud0dKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rPsvCl4WlN8/s320/DSC02677+Ninho+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dia 22 de agosto mudamos para esta casa. Ela fica ao lado do hangar de Asas de Socorro. É um sobrado muito bonito. Anderson e Hilma saíram para divulgação e nos emprestaram sua casa, com tudo que tem dentro :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RtB5d-d0dJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/An8TqJ-b08U/s1600-h/DSC02701+casa+hangar++frente+menor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102711933702010002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RtB5d-d0dJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/An8TqJ-b08U/s320/DSC02701+casa+hangar++frente+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este é o fundo da casa. Ao lado deste sobrado está sendo construído outro. Agora estou morando apenas com 1 pessoa na mesma casa, mas muitas pessoas (missoinários que trabalham no hangar, funcionários, pedreiros e vizinhos) circulam ao seu redor. As 17:00 nos recolhemos e fechamos todas as janelas, pois a partir deste horário quem circula ao redor da casa, são mosquitos (carapanãs) infectados com malária. Tivemos algumas mudaças nos últimos 60 dias....   Mas estamos bem animados   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RtB47-d0dII/AAAAAAAAAGk/MusKgiQwj5c/s1600-h/DSC02700+casa+hangar+fundos+menor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102711349586457730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RtB47-d0dII/AAAAAAAAAGk/MusKgiQwj5c/s320/DSC02700+casa+hangar+fundos+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-1665349587542808012?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/1665349587542808012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=1665349587542808012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/1665349587542808012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/1665349587542808012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/08/este-o-ninho-casa-de-hospedagem-de-asas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RtB5vud0dKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rPsvCl4WlN8/s72-c/DSC02677+Ninho+menor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7428821076853597779</id><published>2007-08-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:17:00.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pedidos, mais do Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Primeiro éramos as 3 irmãs grandes do Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstFfud0dEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FmRIYbTqHOM/s1600-h/3+irmÃ£s+menor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101247414278583362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstFfud0dEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FmRIYbTqHOM/s320/3+irm%C3%A3s+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas isso já faz parte do passado. Hoje somos as 3 irmãs pequenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101247564602438738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstFoed0dFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ze2il_Z8Sfc/s320/4+irm%C3%A3os+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você prefere esta fantasia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstFU-d0dDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/b5agHqjRFE0/s1600-h/BagunÃ§a+Mo+e+Vi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101247229594989618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstFU-d0dDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/b5agHqjRFE0/s320/Bagun%C3%A7a+Mo+e+Vi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ou esta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstFLed0dCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VD6g9hK8Vmo/s1600-h/Mo+e+Vi+de+social+menor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101247066386232354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstFLed0dCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VD6g9hK8Vmo/s320/Mo+e+Vi+de+social+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Victor não gosta muito desta fantasia, mas apesar disso, consegue sorrir dentro dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101249407143408738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstHTud0dGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pa3LH1kH35Q/s320/Vi+com+Mo+nos+bra%C3%A7os+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Veja que legal a montagem que o Alex fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstDw-d0dAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eTCCSy6s8NI/s1600-h/Montagem+Mo+e+Vi+menor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101245511608071170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstDw-d0dAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eTCCSy6s8NI/s320/Montagem+Mo+e+Vi+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7428821076853597779?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7428821076853597779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7428821076853597779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7428821076853597779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7428821076853597779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/08/pedidos-mais-do-book.html' title='A pedidos, mais do Book'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RstFfud0dEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FmRIYbTqHOM/s72-c/3+irm%C3%A3s+menor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-5193423548107375871</id><published>2007-08-06T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:13:24.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintando o barco</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095678265517912370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rrd8YmnfsTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tr8cEkkPfkY/s320/Barco+todo+ao+ser+pintado.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sexta-feira, dia 03 de agosto, fui até no hangar para ajudar a pintar o barco. Asas está desenvolvendo um projeto, no qual serão vendidos filtros de água para as comunidades ribeirinhas. Boa parte das doenças que as pessoas têm é reultado da falta de água potável. Os filtros são muito pesados para serem transportados por avião. Por isso, a missão adquiriu um barco. No momento o barco está sendo reformado e pude ajudar um grupo de voluntários a pintarem parte do barco. O dia estava muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuito quente. Não agüentei tintar o tempo todo. Mas a equipe foi muito bem. Vários caíram na água, mas foi de propósito, para se refrescarem.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095679201820782962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rrd9PGnfsXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XRVnV2sDlIc/s320/Equipe+pintando+barco.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095679021432156514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rrd9EmnfsWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BU5qdFuOMqQ/s320/M%C3%B4nica+pintando+barco+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095679472403722626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rrd9e2nfsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zPk_hw9plGs/s320/Filtro+com+copos+de+%C3%A1gua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A água é filtrada devido a uma camada biológica, que se forma com microorganismos da própria água. 97% dos microorganismos são retidos. E é claro, a água fica transparente. Observe os copos sobre o filtro - eu vi - em questão de segundos, a água suja saiu limpa. Isso me fez lembrar que o sangue de Jesus nos limpa de todo pecado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-5193423548107375871?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/5193423548107375871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=5193423548107375871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5193423548107375871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5193423548107375871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/08/pintando-o-barco.html' title='Pintando o barco'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rrd8YmnfsTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tr8cEkkPfkY/s72-c/Barco+todo+ao+ser+pintado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7482097587432982934</id><published>2007-08-01T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T10:47:18.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem ferramentas, mas não sem Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dia 21 de julho foi nossa última viagem com o nosso carro. Ele nos serviu muito bem e estávamos animados, pois enfim chegara o dia de embarcar. Estávamos indo de Witmarsum a Curitiba (60 km). Conosco estavam nossas malas (que felizmente conseguimos fechar :-) ) e as passagens para Manaus. Em Curitiba iríamos almoçar com os meus irmãos e eles nos levariam ao aeroporto.&lt;br /&gt;No meio do caminho, o Victor começou a ficar preocupado com a temperatura do motor. Dei uma olhada e falei: isso é normal. Não, isso não é normal. Andamos mais um pouco e de fato, a temperatura só subia. Paramos no acostamento. A ventoinha não estava funcionando, provavelmente o termostato estava estragado. Esperamos um pouco e continuamos mais alguns quilômetros. Paramos num posto de combustível para que o Victor fizesse uma ligação direta, com a qual a ventoinha ficaria ligada o tempo todo. O kit de ferramentas do carro ficara em Witmarsum, pois este seria vendido. O que então, faz um mecânico sem ferramentas? (veja foto) O jeito é improvisar. Um cano de ferro e um pouco de arame, encontrados no chão, deram jeito. Continuamos viagem. Só que a temperatura continuava subindo. Paramos novamente. O Victor saiu do carro e ouviu que a ventoinha não estava funcionando. Voltou ao carro para abrir o capô. Nisso, escapou o cabo que abre o capô, sem que este abrisse. O Victor falou: “chega! Uma coisa tudo bem, mas a segunda não dá. Parece que tem alguém incomodado com a nossa ida para Manaus. Mas nós vamos, independente das lutas, pois Deus está indo a frente”.&lt;br /&gt;Optamos por continuar andando e a temperatura, graças a Deus, voltou ao normal.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093789987441193250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RrDHAWnfsSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8FlPmzVCiXw/s320/DSC02616+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7482097587432982934?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7482097587432982934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7482097587432982934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7482097587432982934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7482097587432982934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/08/sem-ferramentas-mas-no-sem-deus.html' title='Sem ferramentas, mas não sem Deus'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RrDHAWnfsSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8FlPmzVCiXw/s72-c/DSC02616+menor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-2982207077433031525</id><published>2007-08-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T10:44:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos da Mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6 de julho mudamos do apartamento em Curitiba para Witmarsum.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093788698951004434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RrDF1WnfsRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YnNEnpWoZL4/s320/mudan%C3%A7a+em+Curitiba+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 de julho fizemos um bazar, no qual vendemos tudo o que não queríamos levar – isso foi muito bom. Poderemos comprar bastante coisa novamente. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093788381123424498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RrDFi2nfsPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2HTyUsgAAWc/s320/Bazar+em+Wit+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 de julho o monte de coisas que vão para Manaus  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093788570101985538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RrDFt2nfsQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2qXS8Gb8cF0/s320/Caixas+para+Manaus+em+Wit+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 de julho carregamos as coisas que vão para Manaus  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093788243684471010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RrDFa2nfsOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qKpTVIz-Rlg/s320/caminh%C3%A3o+na+geada+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 de julho – quando tudo estava pronto, adivinhe o que o Victor foi fazer...  matar a saudade.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093787938741792978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RrDFJGnfsNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Kf0Neen_Xuw/s320/DSC02613+menor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-2982207077433031525?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/2982207077433031525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=2982207077433031525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2982207077433031525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2982207077433031525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/08/fotos-da-mudana.html' title='Fotos da Mudança'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RrDF1WnfsRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YnNEnpWoZL4/s72-c/mudan%C3%A7a+em+Curitiba+menor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-5697870049812862935</id><published>2007-07-12T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:30:36.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A caminho</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estamos a caminho de Manaus! Ainda não saímos do Paraná, mas como já saímos do apartamento, estamos com a sensação de estar a caminho. Nossa moradia é Witmarsum. O que nos serca (ou cerca - não sei como escreve) são montanhas de caixas. Semana que vem queremos fazer um basar para vender o que não iremos levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho alguns motivos de oração:&lt;br /&gt;- Agradecer por termos encontrado uma empresa para transportar nossas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;- Agradecer por Deus estar providenciando nosso sustento.&lt;br /&gt;- Pedir pela mãe do Victor (Helena),  ela está sofrendo muito por causa de uma alergia na pele.&lt;br /&gt;- Pedir pelo meu pai (Harry), sua cirurgia na coluna está marcada para 19 de julho.&lt;br /&gt;- Pedir por condução para a venda do nosso carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tenho fotos a mão, pois estou numa Lan House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-5697870049812862935?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/5697870049812862935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=5697870049812862935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5697870049812862935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5697870049812862935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/07/caminho.html' title='A caminho'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-414122738822693631</id><published>2007-06-27T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:02:13.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pós-graduação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKWpU7rVdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/v0njG4-juro/s1600-h/DSC02209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080788966365156818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKWpU7rVdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/v0njG4-juro/s320/DSC02209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080790130301294050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKXtE7rVeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/m1VTIaWcKnw/s320/DSC02208.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essa é a vista que tenho durante as aulas de pós-graduação. As nossas aulas são a cada segundo sábado (mais ou menos). Começamos ás 8:00h e ás 17:30h, normalmente já estamos no fim! Claro que temos um intervalo de almoço. Nós alunos, sentamos em meia lua e o professor fica em pé. Pelo menos no início da manhã é assim. Lá pelas 14:30h nós começamos a ficar em pé, para não dormir e freqüentemente o professor senta. Tenho aprendido muita coisa. Quando o Victor tem tempo, ele me acompanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-414122738822693631?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/414122738822693631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=414122738822693631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/414122738822693631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/414122738822693631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/06/ps-graduao.html' title='Pós-graduação'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKWpU7rVdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/v0njG4-juro/s72-c/DSC02209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-2761333008579915933</id><published>2007-06-27T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:49:11.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa casa em Manaus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKU207rVbI/AAAAAAAAADk/k_aY8HX6y3A/s1600-h/ChuÃ&amp;shy;+e+Manaus+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080786999270135218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKU207rVbI/AAAAAAAAADk/k_aY8HX6y3A/s320/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Observe a construção verde, no fundo da foto – é a casa em que iremos morar de meados de agosto até meados de novembro. Tudo bem, não dá pra ver nada. Quando chegarmos, vou tentar publicar uma foto melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-2761333008579915933?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/2761333008579915933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=2761333008579915933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2761333008579915933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/2761333008579915933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/06/nossa-casa-em-manaus.html' title='Nossa casa em Manaus'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKU207rVbI/AAAAAAAAADk/k_aY8HX6y3A/s72-c/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-5845175225915170109</id><published>2007-06-27T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:42:19.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco do dia a dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKSWE7rVZI/AAAAAAAAADU/Sqbe27bB1SE/s1600-h/DSC02572+menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080784237606163858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKSWE7rVZI/AAAAAAAAADU/Sqbe27bB1SE/s320/DSC02572+menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKQRU7rVUI/AAAAAAAAACs/6mEXr9LZFYg/s1600-h/DSC02571+menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080781956978529602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKQRU7rVUI/AAAAAAAAACs/6mEXr9LZFYg/s320/DSC02571+menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ontem a noite na aula de Aconselhamento Pastoral (Faculdade Fidelis) – fazendo trabalho em equipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKP3E7rVTI/AAAAAAAAACk/TqSm0N-LjU4/s1600-h/DSC02550+menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080781506006963506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKP3E7rVTI/AAAAAAAAACk/TqSm0N-LjU4/s320/DSC02550+menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aqui estamos na cozinha, dobrando a carta circular (Manual de Mudanças)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080784688577729954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKSwU7rVaI/AAAAAAAAADc/PVlmwqiy5wo/s320/DSC02553+menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Victor terminou a monografia!!!! Que festa. Veja na foto – é a cópia final para ser entregue na Faculdade. O seu tema foi: Organização de Ferramentas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKPGU7rVRI/AAAAAAAAACU/sr-Vf25gSaY/s1600-h/DSC02540+menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080780668488340754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKPGU7rVRI/AAAAAAAAACU/sr-Vf25gSaY/s320/DSC02540+menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Semana retrasada um dos colegas de faculdade do Victor, que é o chefe de manutenção da TAM em Curitiba, convidou o Victor para acompanhar um pernoite. A manutenção dos aviões é feita durante a noite. Ele saiu de casa por volta dás 23:00h e voltou ás 5:30h. Na manhã seguinte, depois de 3 horas de sono, ele me contou empolgado sobre a experiência. Ele viu vários tipos de avião, entrou nas cabines, conheceu sistemas novos e recebeu uma noite de aula particular. A rotina destes mecânicos não é fácil. Ficamos felizes em lembrar que em Asas de Socorro, a medida do possível, o trabalho é durante o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080782480964539746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKQv07rVWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_fJitS544ew/s320/DSC_7087+menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na frente, da esquerda para direita, Carmem, Alex e Brigitte (meus irmãos). Atrás Roberto (marido da Carmem), eu e o Victor.&lt;br /&gt;Desde minha adolescência, sempre sonhei em fazer um book. Mas isso nunca foi prioridade. Recentemente meu irmão Alex, se tornou fotógrafo e nos convidou para fazermos um book entre irmãos. Combinamos uma noite e fomos ao estúdio onde ele trabalha. Nos divertimos bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080782674238068082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKQ7E7rVXI/AAAAAAAAADE/L-AGIsxp0p0/s320/DSC_6865+menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-5845175225915170109?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/5845175225915170109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=5845175225915170109' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5845175225915170109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/5845175225915170109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/06/um-pouco-do-dia-dia.html' title='Um pouco do dia a dia'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RoKSWE7rVZI/AAAAAAAAADU/Sqbe27bB1SE/s72-c/DSC02572+menor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-8067391992033233330</id><published>2007-06-20T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:45:36.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ide Sul 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Final de abril, começo de maio, participamos do Projeto Ide Sul. Ele foi organizado em parceria entre várias igrejas e Asas de Socorro. Fomos para uma localidade chamada Jacuí, município de Campo Largo – PR. Nossos objetivos eram: servir à comunidade com os nossos dons, transmitir o amor de Jesus aos outros e termos as próprias vidas impactadas. Cada um serviu com o seu dom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cortando cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078233873223454194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmCzVPXDfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/huyTNcw2v3w/s320/DSC02249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dialogando com adolescentes&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078235960577560066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmEs1PXDgI/AAAAAAAAABE/v0iE8kvk4D4/s320/DSC02256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Consertando os dentes&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078237429456375314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmGCVPXDhI/AAAAAAAAABM/8ukcJL1kq_s/s320/DSC02277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ensinando trabalhos manuais na fila do dentista&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078239173213097506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmHn1PXDiI/AAAAAAAAABU/kPuHr7wcNsU/s320/DSC02276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fazendo comida deliciosa!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078242948489350722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmLDlPXDkI/AAAAAAAAABk/XWWI0NuQbIs/s320/DSC02241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Victor deu um curso de eletricidade residencial básica para os homens que apareceram (foram em torno de 15). Um deles gostou muito - pode tirar dúvidas que já tinham a muito tempo. Um outro rapaz, veio nos 3 dias e disse que iria tentar fazer um curso de eletricidade, para trabalhar na rede de energia. Isso motivou bastante o Victor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078244666476269138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmMnlPXDlI/AAAAAAAAABs/uaEszsNxKK0/s320/DSC02263.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um ponto alto foi que os projetistas estavam em família. O mais novo devia ter uns 3 meses e o mais velho, em torno de 60 anos. Foi um agito, mas todos sabiam a que vieram. Fiquei curtindo uma cena, em que um pai estava ensinando ao filho (de uns 7 anos) como apresentar um teatrinho. Os dois ensaiaram, depois o pai pintou o rosto do menino e por fim, se apresentando. Quando desceram do palco, vi o pai dando um beijo no filho e ouvi ele dizendo: obrigado por ajudar o papai. Que cena linda - o pai ensinando o filho a desenvolver suas habilidades para missões. Em outro momento, um menino de uns 4 anos pegou um violão de brinquedo e se sentou ao lado do seu pai, para tocar. O pai estava tocando violão e liderando o louvor de um culto. Tive a impressão de o projeto estar ainda mais próximo ao evangelho integral. As pessoas da comunidade puderam observar como cristãos interagem em família.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078246122470182498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmN8VPXDmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4JEvt7PvycU/s320/DSC02248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078247406665404018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmPHFPXDnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YPZkRqB3foc/s320/DSC02262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Culto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078248635026050690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmQOlPXDoI/AAAAAAAAACE/YN2mfqb-TWY/s320/DSC02234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078249902041403026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmRYVPXDpI/AAAAAAAAACM/7Vih1MhJ9B4/s320/DSC02288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-8067391992033233330?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/8067391992033233330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=8067391992033233330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8067391992033233330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/8067391992033233330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/06/ide-sul-2007.html' title='Ide Sul 2007'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/RnmCzVPXDfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/huyTNcw2v3w/s72-c/DSC02249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-3164577451355070419</id><published>2007-04-24T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T04:53:21.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangar de Asas de Socorro em Manaus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056953425717761810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Ri3oWQmaFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M_FY0LXedGY/s320/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este é o hangar de Asas de Socorro em Manaus. Os dois primeiros aviões são da Missão Batista e estão sendo revisados. O avião seguinte é o Caravan (Cesna 208), de Asas de Socorro. Não dá para ver, mas o Victor está trabalhando nele (janeiro 2007). No fundo há várias salas: escritórios, ferramentaria, sala de reuniões, banheiros, cozinha, sala do AMDE (Assistência Médica Dentária e Evangelística), etc. E mais ao fundo, está o lago no qual os aviões pousam e decolam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Ri3p2QmaFyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jnfzLVJIOR0/s1600-h/ChuÃ&amp;shy;+e+Manaus+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056955074985203490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Ri3p2QmaFyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jnfzLVJIOR0/s320/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta é a vista para o Lago Bela Vista, a partir do segundo andar das salas. O nome já diz tudo – a região é muito bonita. O lago é um braço do Rio Amazonas. O “bairro” no qual fica o hangar é chamado de Puraquequara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056957415742379826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Ri3r-gmaFzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aFXnNqQOJ3A/s320/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta é a mesma vista, mas com muuuuuuuuuuuita chuva. Ela chega rápido. Em questão de uma hora o cenário pode mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056959344182695746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Ri3tuwmaF0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ntw90TV-KmM/s320/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Victor recebendo orientações do Ryan (chefe dos mecânicos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056960727162165074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Ri3u_QmaF1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/cHzIl-HCUOw/s320/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aqui eu estou na sala de reuniões (janeiro 2007). Eu estava colando um mapa da Região Amazônica sobre um compensado e depois o plastifiquei. Provavelmente ele já deve estar preso na parede da sala de reuniões. A sala também é utilizada pelos pilotos, para planejarem os vôos. O mapa será útil para este planejamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A foto mais abaixo é a sala do AMDE, onde estão o Anderson (enfermeiro e protético) e a Mara (Assistente Social). Neste dia Anderson estava conferindo e preparando o material que os dentistas utilizam quando vão às comunidades. Mara estava organizando as fichas médicas e dentárias, também para levar na próxima ida a alguma comunidade. Essas idas às comunidades são chamadas de “clínicas”. Na primeira vez que uma pessoa é atendida, faz-se a sua ficha e no ano seguinte, quando a comunidade novamente recebe médicos e dentistas, é utilizada a mesma ficha. Nas caixas verdes são organizados os medicamentos. Antes de cada clínica, são escolhidos e separados os remédios que serão levados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-3164577451355070419?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/3164577451355070419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=3164577451355070419' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/3164577451355070419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/3164577451355070419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/04/hangar-de-asas-de-socorro-em-manaus.html' title='Hangar de Asas de Socorro em Manaus'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Ri3oWQmaFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M_FY0LXedGY/s72-c/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699086208396130705.post-7479727641685339010</id><published>2007-03-28T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T06:57:53.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há muito trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rgp0FHEq6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/56cWZsRt5yY/s1600-h/ChuÃ&amp;shy;+e+Manaus+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046973963568867682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rgp0FHEq6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/56cWZsRt5yY/s320/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algumas semanas atrás fiquei chocada com um lado do Brasil, que não conhecia. Eu estava em Manaus, olhando as fichas odontológicas de uma comunidade ribeirinha - Terra Nova, localizada no Rio Unini (noroeste de Manaus). Percebi que em torno de 2/3 dos atendimentos, foram realizados em crianças. São as crianças que mais têm problemas com dentes? Fiz a pergunta para Mara (missionária de Asas de Socorro), que estava ao meu lado, analisando as fichas médicas. Não, todos precisam de dentista, mas os adultos têm medo. E as crianças não têm? Claro que sim, mas os adultos com dor de dente se controlam, enquanto que as crianças choram a noite toda. Aí os pais os levam para tratamento.&lt;br /&gt;Continuei olhando as fichas. A idéia de ter dor de dente não saiu da minha cabeça. Dali a pouco fiz outra pergunta: Será que não poderíamos fazer algumas dinâmicas para que percam o medo? Mara levantou o olhar e sua expressão era de tristeza. Mônica, eles recebem a visita de 2 dentistas por 4 horas, uma vez por ano. É impossível atender todos que precisam de ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a realidade da maioria das mais de 40.000 comunidades no Amazonas. Há muito trabalho para ser feito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na foto, o Anderson e a Mara estão preparando material para uma próxima ida a alguma comunidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699086208396130705-7479727641685339010?l=monicajduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/feeds/7479727641685339010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699086208396130705&amp;postID=7479727641685339010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7479727641685339010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699086208396130705/posts/default/7479727641685339010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicajduck.blogspot.com/2007/03/h-muito-trabalho.html' title='Há muito trabalho'/><author><name>Mônica Janzen Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389572385019747429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bXa7DtEExXM/Rgp0FHEq6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/56cWZsRt5yY/s72-c/Chu%C3%AD+e+Manaus+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
