<?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-1847968245841510054</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:49:12.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLO BARNABÉ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TECNICA NTE VIVIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711185770823479087</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847968245841510054.post-8959785353465310792</id><published>2007-07-23T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:15:45.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;No tempo em que as pessoas moravam em cavernas existiu um homem muito criativo e inteligente chamado Lolo Barnabé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqT-H8BOwVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TRnA-EMFgHw/s1600-h/Slide2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090472891159331154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqT-H8BOwVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TRnA-EMFgHw/s320/Slide2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Aos vinte anos, lolo casou-se com Brisa. Ela também era como ele, criativa e inteligente. Casaram-se por amor. Muito amor.&lt;br /&gt;Depois da lua-de-mel, escolheram a melhor caverna da região para morar e, logo no primeiro ano de casamento, tiveram um filho, o Finfo Barnabé, também criativo e inteligente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqT9i8BOwUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/z8F_izkyhyE/s1600-h/Slide3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090472255504171330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqT9i8BOwUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/z8F_izkyhyE/s320/Slide3.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ao dias, Lolo saía para caçar e colhe frutas. A noite, sentavam-se todos em volta da fogueira, assavam a carne, cantavam canções e agradeciam a Deus pela beleza da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqT9NcBOwTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o9ecWLT5KhQ/s1600-h/Slide4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090471886136983858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqT9NcBOwTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o9ecWLT5KhQ/s320/Slide4.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Eram muito felizes... mas nem tanto&lt;br /&gt;A caverna era úmida.&lt;br /&gt;Por essa razão, Lolo e Brisa acharam melhor construir uma casa no alto do moro.&lt;br /&gt;Teriam mais conforto e poderiam viver melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Lolo, que era muito habilidoso, fez uma casa linda, e a família, animada, mudou-se para lá. Brisa queria que a casa fosse amarela e lolo, que amava a esposa e lhe fazia todas as vontades, pintou a casa de amarelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqT8ysBOwSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6eDCEqraWhE/s1600-h/Slide5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090471426575483170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqT8ysBOwSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6eDCEqraWhE/s320/Slide5.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847968245841510054-8959785353465310792?l=lolobarnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/8959785353465310792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/8959785353465310792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8959785353465310792' title=''/><author><name>TECNICA NTE VIVIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711185770823479087</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/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqT-H8BOwVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TRnA-EMFgHw/s72-c/Slide2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847968245841510054.post-7499662471113279844</id><published>2007-07-23T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:22:52.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;O tempo passou e eles estavam felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Brisa não gostava de vestir aquela pele de animal. Sentia frio.&lt;br /&gt;Então eles tiveram a idéia de fazer roupas mais adequadas. E, como ela também era habilidosa, inventou o vestido.Ficou animada e, em seguida, inventou o sutiã, a calcinha, a cueca, a camisa, a calça, a bermuda e o pijama. E Lolo inventou sapatos que combinassem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090458915335749906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTxacBOwRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8PjjCZjG_tU/s320/Slide6.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Brisa achou que faltava uma coisa e falou para Lolo:&lt;br /&gt;- Amor, não podemos deixar nossas belas roupas pelo chão. Você não acha que poderíamos fazer assim uma especie de móvel para guardar a roupa?&lt;br /&gt;Lolo achou que era uma excelente idéia, tudo ia ficar mais limpo, e inventou o guarda-roupa. Como era muito habilidoso, fez um grande armário de cerejeira, cheio de gavetas, portas e puxadores cromados.&lt;br /&gt;Finfo adorou, já tinha um lugar para se esconder quando brincasse de esconde-esconde com o pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTwnsBOwQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/77pjXPLueS4/s1600-h/Slide7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090458043457388802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTwnsBOwQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/77pjXPLueS4/s320/Slide7.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Lolo tinha feito uam bagunça danada para construir o armário e Brisa ficou irritada.&lt;br /&gt;Lolo, então, para acalmar a mulher, inventou a vassoura e achou que era melhor já fazer uma oficina longe de casa para não atrapalhar a felicidade do lar. E fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTwEcBOwPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tOydnyGcGOg/s1600-h/Slide8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090457437867000050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTwEcBOwPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tOydnyGcGOg/s320/Slide8.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;No lar havia problemas. Finfo acordava sempre com o pijama sujo depois de dormir no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Brisa discutiu a questão com o Lolo e eles acharam que podiam construir uam espécie de coisa assim, de madeira, com quatro pés, macia por cima. Ia ser muito mais confortável e a vida deles ia melhorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTvWMBOwOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7TYWeWoICco/s1600-h/Slide9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090456643298050274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTvWMBOwOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7TYWeWoICco/s320/Slide9.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Lolo pensou bastante, trabalhou muito e inventou a cama. Como todos sabem, Lolo era caprichoso, e já inventou a cama com colchão, cobertor e travesseiro.&lt;br /&gt;Brisa ficou encantada, principalmente com o travesseiro, que era a coisa mais macia do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Como eles almoçavam e jantavam em cima da coisa macia, a cama, estavam sujando muito os lençóis.&lt;br /&gt;Lolo, então, inventou a mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTuBsBOwNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FroIgImSj9s/s1600-h/Slide10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090455191599104210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTuBsBOwNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FroIgImSj9s/s320/Slide10.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847968245841510054-7499662471113279844?l=lolobarnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/7499662471113279844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/7499662471113279844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7499662471113279844' title=''/><author><name>TECNICA NTE VIVIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711185770823479087</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/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTxacBOwRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8PjjCZjG_tU/s72-c/Slide6.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847968245841510054.post-193815170837347666</id><published>2007-07-23T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:52:03.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Acharam muito desconfortável comer de pé.Lolo trabalhou bastante e inventou a cadeira. Muito confortável, muito confortável mesmo, bem melhor que comer em pé. Aproveitou para ficar sentado por mais de uam hora, pois ele estava cansado de tanto inventar e construir coisas, além decaçar e colher frutas é claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090450793552593090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTqBsBOwMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3IO8EPav-As/s320/Slide11.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.Lolo e Brisa estavam achando que cozinhar na fogueira dava muito trabalho e eles não queriam trabalhar tanto. Se inventassem algo mais prático, teriam mais tempo para ficar juntos, se divertir e descansar. Inventaram, então, o fogão a gás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTpVsBOwLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gb-Rr5Fkki8/s1600-h/Slide12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090450037638348978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTpVsBOwLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gb-Rr5Fkki8/s320/Slide12.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1847968245841510054-193815170837347666?l=lolobarnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/193815170837347666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/193815170837347666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#193815170837347666' title=''/><author><name>TECNICA NTE VIVIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711185770823479087</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/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTqBsBOwMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3IO8EPav-As/s72-c/Slide11.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847968245841510054.post-4874264076687871657</id><published>2007-07-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:41:36.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Lavar a roupa lá no rio também era coisa dura. Brisa e Lolo queriam facilitar essa tarefa. Pensaram muito e inventaram a água encanada e o tanque. E, já que tinham inventado a água encanda, inventaram logo o banheiro para não ter que ir no mato, a noite, no frio.&lt;br /&gt;Deu trabalho, Lolo já trabalhava oito horas por dia, inventando e construindo coisas e, apesar do cansaço, o resultado compensava.&lt;br /&gt;O banheiro ficou maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram uma festa com o sabonete, o xampu, o condicionador, o creme hidratante, a esponja de banho, o talco, o papel higiênico, o perfume, o mercurocromo, o algodão, a gaze, o esparadrapo, o cotonete, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Lolo adorou o creme, a lamina de barbear, a loção pós-braba, o barbeador elétrico, o desodorante, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram encantados com a escova de dentes, o creme dental, o protetor solar, o colírio, etc....&lt;br /&gt;Divertiram-se muito com o pente, a escova, o grampo, o secador de cabelo, etc....&lt;br /&gt;E enlouqueceram de alegria com o espelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTnCMBOwKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rEsyUahHBLc/s1600-h/Slide13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090447503607644322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTnCMBOwKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rEsyUahHBLc/s320/Slide13.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Lolo tinha tanto trabalho e passava tantas horas por dia fora de casa, inventando coisas para dar conforto e facilitar a vida, que ficava estressado e com saudades do filho, que sempre estava dormindo quando ele chegava. Então Lolo inventou o tlefone, para que lês pudessem se falar diversas vezes por dia.&lt;br /&gt;Todos ficaram felizes.... mas nem tanto.Pelo telefone não dava para abraçar, nem beijar. Então tiveram a idéia de Brisa ajuadá-lo na oficina, assim Lolo poderia chegar mais cedo do trabalho para abraçar e beijar o filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTmlsBOwJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xXwGAHAmiBE/s1600-h/Slide14.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090447013981372562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTmlsBOwJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xXwGAHAmiBE/s320/Slide14.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Brisa e Lolo, a noite, quando chegaram do trabalho, depois de abraçar e beijar o filho Finfo, ainda tinham que lavar a louça, a roupa, fazer o jantar, passar pano no chão e ficavam cansados, irritados, briguentos e enjoados de fazer todos os dias aquilo tudo. Naquele tempo ainda não tinham inventado a pizza delivery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTmO8BOwII/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ithn4944z-g/s1600-h/Slide15.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090446623139348610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTmO8BOwII/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ithn4944z-g/s320/Slide15.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Acharam que a solução era facilitar as tarefas. Pensaram tanto que quase fritaram o cérebro quando inventaram, de uam so vez: o liquidificador, a batedeira a centyrifuga, a cafeteira, o espremedor, a garrafa térmica, etc...&lt;br /&gt;O microondas, a torradeira, a sanduicheira, etc...&lt;br /&gt;A maquina de lavar roupa, o sabão em pó, o detergente, o amaciante, o alvejante, o desinfetante, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTld8BOwHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OKo2UKOazaM/s1600-h/Slide16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090445781325758578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTld8BOwHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OKo2UKOazaM/s320/Slide16.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;A geladeira, o freezer, a despensa, etc...&lt;br /&gt;A maquina de lavar louça, a secadora, o balde, o esfregão, a lata de lixo, etc...&lt;br /&gt;O carpete, o aspirador de pó, o tira-manchas, etc...&lt;br /&gt;E, finalmente, inventaram o fim de semana, que ninguém é de ferro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTk98BOwGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rkdWIuQ8y_k/s1600-h/Slide17.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090445231569944674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTk98BOwGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rkdWIuQ8y_k/s320/Slide17.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes.... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tinha algum aparelho que encrencava e isso era dor de cabeça danada.&lt;br /&gt;Eles tinham que levar para a oficina para consertar e, como já estavam acostumados com o conforto, ficavam extremamente irritados e impacientes de fazer as coisas na mão. Coisinhas como lavar a louça, a roupa, bater ovos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTkRcBOwEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/S6jmSAs231A/s1600-h/Slide18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090444467065765954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTkRcBOwEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/S6jmSAs231A/s320/Slide18.jpeg" 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/1847968245841510054-4874264076687871657?l=lolobarnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/4874264076687871657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/4874264076687871657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4874264076687871657' title=''/><author><name>TECNICA NTE VIVIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711185770823479087</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/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTnCMBOwKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rEsyUahHBLc/s72-c/Slide13.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847968245841510054.post-5213260515607915653</id><published>2007-07-23T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:16:14.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Além do mais, a família Barnabé, agora era chique.&lt;br /&gt;Lolo, Brisa e Finfo passaram a achar importante estarem sempre bonitos e elegantes. Não queriam mais andar de qualquer jeito, com a roupa amarrotada.&lt;br /&gt;Não ficava bem.&lt;br /&gt;Lolo inventou, então, o ferro de passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTgf8BOwAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q-8q9eVPhkQ/s1600-h/Slide19.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090440318127357954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTgf8BOwAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q-8q9eVPhkQ/s320/Slide19.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Dava um trabalho danado passar a roupa. E Brisa não tinha mais tempo, afinal ela trabalhava fora.&lt;br /&gt;E Lolo, dessa vez, não se sabe por que, não conseguiu inventar uma máquina de passar roupa. Deve ter dado um tilt nas idéias dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTgLcBOv_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dTj0oZDBBpg/s1600-h/Slide20.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090439965940039666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTgLcBOv_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dTj0oZDBBpg/s320/Slide20.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas é compreensível, porque, afinal, ele também era humano e as vezes falhava.&lt;br /&gt;Lolo ficou muito depremido e pensativo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;mas a mulher foi compreensiva e arranjou uma solução: chamou sua prima para vir todos os dias passar a roupa.&lt;br /&gt;Era uma ótima idéia, porque ela poderia fazer também as outras coisas na oficina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTf_MBOv-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/4IjmQqnc5Vs/s1600-h/Slide21.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090439755486642146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTf_MBOv-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/4IjmQqnc5Vs/s320/Slide21.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;A prima queria alguma recompensa por trabalhar na casa e então inventaram o dinheiro e deram para ela um salário. Como era pouquinho, chamaram de salário mínimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTf0MBOv9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/me8sGQO49rM/s1600-h/Slide22.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090439566508081106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTf0MBOv9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/me8sGQO49rM/s320/Slide22.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt; Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Finfo ficava sozinho o dia inteiro sem mãe nem o pai por perto. Sentia-se infeliz, não tinha com quem brincar, já que a prima de brisa também so ficava cuidando da casa.Então lolo e brisa inventaram a televisão, o sofá e o controle remoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTfsMBOv8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jruoIwS9AoQ/s1600-h/Slide23.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090439429069127618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTfsMBOv8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jruoIwS9AoQ/s320/Slide23.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1847968245841510054-5213260515607915653?l=lolobarnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/5213260515607915653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/5213260515607915653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5213260515607915653' title=''/><author><name>TECNICA NTE VIVIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711185770823479087</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/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTgf8BOwAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q-8q9eVPhkQ/s72-c/Slide19.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847968245841510054.post-5377787767777650184</id><published>2007-07-23T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:01:10.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Todos ficaram felizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Eles chegavam a noite tão cansados do trabalho e o Finfo querendo brincar e eles querendo descansar que acabavam brigando. Depois, também, cansados de brigar, sentavam-se todos na frente da televisão e ficavam hipnotizados e mudos como sacos de batata.&lt;br /&gt;A família Barnabé sentia que aquilo não estavam bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTejsBOv7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/KJCTRIDF2tI/s1600-h/Slide24.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090438183528611762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTejsBOv7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/KJCTRIDF2tI/s320/Slide24.jpeg" 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/1847968245841510054-5377787767777650184?l=lolobarnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/5377787767777650184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/5377787767777650184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5377787767777650184' title=''/><author><name>TECNICA NTE VIVIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711185770823479087</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/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTejsBOv7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/KJCTRIDF2tI/s72-c/Slide24.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847968245841510054.post-3770273332954668915</id><published>2007-07-23T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:02:40.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Havia alguma coisa errada naquela historia, mas ra difícil, entender o que é que estava errado.&lt;br /&gt;A situação parecia um grande nó.&lt;br /&gt;Lolo e Brisa pensaram logo em inventar mais alguma coisa, mas pela primeira vez bao sabiam o que fazer. E, na verdade, pela primeira vez também perceberam que não era o caso de inventar mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTd9sBOv6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rJo522TCVYY/s1600-h/Slide25.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090437530693582754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTd9sBOv6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rJo522TCVYY/s320/Slide25.jpeg" 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/1847968245841510054-3770273332954668915?l=lolobarnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/3770273332954668915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/3770273332954668915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3770273332954668915' title=''/><author><name>TECNICA NTE VIVIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711185770823479087</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/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTd9sBOv6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rJo522TCVYY/s72-c/Slide25.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847968245841510054.post-4125819987989901915</id><published>2007-07-23T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:03:08.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Então eles foram para o quintal, acenderam uma fogueira e sentaram-se em volta dela, muito tristes buscando uma saída.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para o fogo, entenderam que eles mesmos tinham criado aquela situação.&lt;br /&gt;Era uma armadilha.&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram muito infelizes... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Lolo contou uma historia e Finfo contou outra. Brisa entoou uma canção e lembrou-se de fazer algo que havia muito tempo não fazia: agradecer a Deus pela beleza da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente entenderam que, se eles mesmos tinham feito aquela armadilha, eles mesmos poderiam desfaze-la.&lt;br /&gt;Eles eram bem criativos e inteligentes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTcmMBOv5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Sww7-oPJi9Q/s1600-h/Slide26.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090436027455029138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTcmMBOv5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Sww7-oPJi9Q/s320/Slide26.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTcQMBOv4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-9AGgbPQlLw/s1600-h/Slide26.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1847968245841510054-4125819987989901915?l=lolobarnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/4125819987989901915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1847968245841510054/posts/default/4125819987989901915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolobarnabe.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4125819987989901915' title=''/><author><name>TECNICA NTE VIVIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711185770823479087</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/_RXfPM3JHqu0/RqTcmMBOv5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Sww7-oPJi9Q/s72-c/Slide26.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
