tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730462133333235282024-03-13T23:17:11.207-07:00Criança faz cada coisa!Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-52595284775477353602016-06-22T15:58:00.002-07:002016-06-22T16:00:30.786-07:00Pensando dento e fora da caixinha<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GdXjtJQws8o/V2sYJPexVsI/AAAAAAAANXg/xu92Zg6aVzshIAec8Oq3W-L5v-Kmfr_9QCK4B/s1600/11391401_10203091362605360_6171252281399387213_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maFN3cM_3qs/V2sYhMlvSyI/AAAAAAAANXs/NKCPwbLhp3w4psecHM8R0rHFHAki3-ETQCK4B/s1600/11392951_10203091361645336_4036041137360591627_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maFN3cM_3qs/V2sYhMlvSyI/AAAAAAAANXs/NKCPwbLhp3w4psecHM8R0rHFHAki3-ETQCK4B/s1600/11392951_10203091361645336_4036041137360591627_n.jpg" /></a><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GdXjtJQws8o/V2sYJPexVsI/AAAAAAAANXg/xu92Zg6aVzshIAec8Oq3W-L5v-Kmfr_9QCK4B/s1600/11391401_10203091362605360_6171252281399387213_n.jpg" />Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-25809009355608710692016-06-22T15:55:00.004-07:002016-06-22T15:55:47.050-07:00Trabalho escolar<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Trabalho escolar: boneca igual as bonecas que as vovó s brincavam na infância. .. feito pela vovó Miminha, Arthur e a mamãe. Arthur ajudou a encher as partes da boneca e costurou o cabelo.</span><br />
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Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-79553090039844232432016-06-22T14:46:00.000-07:002016-06-22T14:46:35.587-07:00Arthur, o espirituoso<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Arthur é espirituoso:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Mamãe, desconectada de tudo pergunta:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">- Com quem o Brasil vai jogar segunda feira?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Vovô </span><a class="profileLink" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100002845182346" href="https://www.facebook.com/juarez.desouzamachado" style="background-color: white; color: #365899; cursor: pointer; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; text-decoration: none;">Juarez</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;"> responde:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">- Com Camarões. </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;"><br />Arthur:<br />- Nããão, com ouriços do mar!</span>Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-77634667595152819052014-07-09T14:04:00.000-07:002016-07-09T14:06:29.035-07:00Nem o Arthur aguentava mais, hoje de manha, levantou dizendo:<br />
Nao quero saber mais de Neymar machucado, hein? Agora so quero saber dele quando estiver sarado.Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-86875647728598616002014-03-11T06:42:00.000-07:002018-03-13T06:43:21.455-07:00Memória Fraca<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Mamãe</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">: Arthur, quem te deu o jantar ontem?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Arthur: Não lembro. Minha memória esqueceu!</span>Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-7512602441628481482014-03-08T06:38:00.000-08:002018-03-13T06:41:27.810-07:00Festa dos GermesArthur estava lavando a mão. Esfregou bem a mão. Fechou a torneira e disse:<br />
-Pronto! Acabei com a festa dos Germes!Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-9301788178768038322013-08-08T04:51:00.000-07:002016-08-08T04:53:38.173-07:00Todos filhos de DeusArthur as 7h da manhã soltou esta:<br />
Arthur: Papai, somos todos filhos de Deus, sabia?<br />
Papai: É mesmo filho, somos todos seus filhos...<br />
Arthur: Eu, você, a mamãe, o vovô Ze, a vovó Marinês, Vovô Juarez, a vovó Miminha, os titios, as titias, os priminhos, os meus amiguinhos....<br />
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Ai, Meu Pai! que o Senhor abençoe sempre este meu filho lindo!Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-5897760501878066882013-06-06T18:21:00.000-07:002013-06-06T18:21:28.916-07:00AlfabetizandoArthur: Papai, Relampago Macqueen tem "M"?<br />
Papai: tem Arthur?<br />
Titia-Madrinha Ana Paula Vono: Arthur, meu nome tem "M"?<br />
Arthur: Tem...<br />
Tia Madrinha: Tem???? (indignada)<br />
Arthur: Claaaro que tem: Tia - MA-Drinha!<br />
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Arthur: Foi embora, mamãe. (respondeu todo bravo)<br />
Mamãe: ah, é? e onde ela foi?<br />
Arthur: foi passear na casa do vizinho!Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-78384132836237801062013-03-17T17:11:00.002-07:002013-03-17T17:23:41.380-07:00ainda na açougue...Papai pega a carne.<br />
Arthur olha bem para o saco transparente e diz:<br />
- Mas pai, eu prefiro quando ela esta marronzinha...<br />
- Lógico filho, a carne esta vermelha por que esta crua, precisa cozinhar para ficar marronzinha. Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-55675975671948471362013-03-17T17:10:00.000-07:002018-03-13T06:50:40.440-07:00Arthur vai à açougue para mamãe...Mamãe pede ao papai que vá a açougue com o Arthur e peça 1 kg de carne moida de primeira.<br />
Ao chegar na açougue o moço pergunta:<br />
- E vocês o que vão querer?<br />
Arthur:<br />
- Me dá sua primeira carne quebrada!<br />
(Muitas risadas em toda fila)<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Lindo, se divertiu muito no carnaval de rua da escolinha!!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Piloto de formula 1!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Eu era o único!"</span></b>Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-75887708523062076332012-09-19T17:57:00.002-07:002012-09-19T17:58:55.205-07:00Machucadão!!!Bateu o cotovelo. Tenho certeza que doeu muito. Fiquei com dó.<br />
No dia seguinte veio me contar:<br />
- Bati meu braço e doeeeu paaarra caraaaamba! Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-56037327547305246202012-09-19T17:53:00.000-07:002012-09-19T17:53:35.907-07:00Motoqueiro feio...- Mamãe, outro dia, quando fui para escola um motoqueiro fez um joia bravo. Ele fez assim!<br />
- Não faz isto filho!!! Isto é feio, é palavrão! <br />
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<br />Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-75200054423058529762012-07-03T10:41:00.001-07:002012-07-03T10:43:49.035-07:00é o Vô!Eu disse:<br />
- Ai, Papai, você pegou o caminho errado outra vez...<br />
- Por que mamãe? - disse o nosso mocinho...<br />
- Porque ele errou!<br />
- Por que ele errou mamãe?<br />
- Porque ele é Cabeça dura! respondi brincando e rindo<br />
Se divertindo ele respondeu:<br />
- Não mamãe, o vovô que é cabeça dura!<br />
Ai ai ai.... quem será que disse isto para ele?Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-60949049670967507832012-07-03T10:41:00.000-07:002012-07-03T10:41:38.697-07:00Corridas de carroArthur adora corrida de carros.<br />
Tudo por causa do Filme da Disney-Pixar Carros.<br />
Acorda domingo de manha perguntando pela corrida.<br />
No dia das mães quis assistir corrida as 5h da manha. Ainda bem que achei a GP2 na sport tv.<br />
Ficou quietinho assistindo corrida debaixo de um cobertor.<br />
Domingo ultimo, assistindo a corrida, com a maior cara de safado, virou para mim e disse:<br />
-Olha mamãe! Os carros estão chamando meu Nãna Macaco*!<br />
E acrescenta:<br />
- Olha: Nãããããnanãããã<br />
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* bichinho (nãna) de dormirPriscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-34252873622327131402012-06-22T09:39:00.001-07:002012-06-22T09:39:19.360-07:00Carochinha<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">No trânsito caótico de SBCampo...</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Eu: Gu, conta uma história pra distrair a gente.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Gu: Era uma vez uma princesa que morava num castelo lindooooooo.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara: Eu era a princesa.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Gu: Tá. E um dia o castelo foi invadido por monstros. Nossa, que bizarro.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara: E a Ana Luiza?</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Gu: E a princesa recebeu um convite lindooooo pra ir no baile. E os monstros foram atrás.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara: E a Ana Luiza?</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Gu: Sua amiga já v</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">ai entrar. E os monstros começaram a fazer uma bagunça na festa e todo mundo virou estátua. E o príncipe chegou e acabou com a bagunça. E a Ana Luiza chegou também.<br />Clara: E agora?<br />Gu: Você casou com o príncipe e viveu feliz para sempreeeee. E a Ana Luiza ficou brincando com os monstros.<br />Clara: E seu amigo Luis?<br />Gu: Ele não entrou na história.<br />Clara: E quem era o príncipe?<br />Gu: Eu, ué?</span>Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-60548087976907937252012-06-22T09:37:00.001-07:002012-06-22T09:37:13.779-07:00Artista<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Na falta de papel por perto, Gustavo usou o rosto da irmã.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Fui chamar a atenção, mas tive uma crise de riso quando ele começou a explicar que havia retratado a primavera com frutinhas, pássaros, galhos e folhas. </span>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br /></span>Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-88883232684589800762012-06-22T09:32:00.001-07:002012-06-22T09:32:31.800-07:00Clara, a feminista<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara: Eu vou crescer, vou crescer, crescer!!!</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Mãe: Vai mesmo, hein?</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara: E vou usar seu batom....</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Mãe: Hã? E vai pra faculdade também.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara: É. Eu vou trabalhar. Vou dirigir um carro...</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Mãe: !!!</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara: E o Gugu vai ficar quietinho do meu lado.</span>Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-17283867395819616692012-06-22T09:29:00.000-07:002012-06-22T09:29:31.877-07:00Clara e a precocidade das meninas<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Brincando de esconde-esconde com o Gu e um grande amigo do irmão:</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Amigo: Clara, agora você procura.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara: De novooo eu?</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Amigo: É.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara: (imediatamente com suspiros e voz doce) Ahhh, você gosta de mim...</span>Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-25030025983080463632012-06-22T09:27:00.001-07:002012-06-22T09:27:53.140-07:00Como num passe de mágica...<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Clara - Terminei. Quero minha balinha de banana.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Mamãe - Vamos esperar o Gu terminar.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Imediatamente, Clara com uma varinha de princesa/fada na mão, disse: "Abacadaba"... faça o prato do Gugu ficar vazio. Vai Gugu! Engole esta colher.</span>Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173046213333323528.post-3327991561315195902012-06-22T08:59:00.004-07:002012-06-22T09:01:27.606-07:00Troca de filhoArthur, em 5 minutos, na décima vez interrompendo a mamãe no que estava fazendo diz:<br />
- Mamãe, quero outro adesivo!<br />
Em tom de brincadeira mamãe responde:<br />
- Filho, quero outro filho!<br />
Assustado Arthur finaliza:<br />
- Mamããããe! Você vai me jogar fora e pegar outro filho???Priscila Vonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16300873813336328730noreply@blogger.com0