<?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-13731624</id><updated>2012-01-27T18:01:14.882+03:00</updated><category term='wisdom teeth extraction gerd operation jordan'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='facebook new layout'/><category term='venting'/><category term='jordan palestinian'/><category term='hugs dont hug muslims'/><category term='humus cerelac baba funny story'/><category term='jordan flight flying airplane motherhood'/><category term='sleep motherhood dreams'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='cosmetic surgery poem balawee bateekh asfar'/><category term='choking freaking out motherhood'/><category term='worries fears questions faith in God Islam'/><category term='fish love fish in the sea'/><category term='motherhood drama shopping groceries babies toddlers'/><category term='bala3t daboos drama hospital funny swallowingpin'/><category term='funny videos abu mahjoob'/><category term='happy new year 2012'/><category term='nightmares'/><category term='khirfan sheep love romance'/><category term='mazar motherhood babies nightfeeding lack of sleep'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='skype down chatting'/><category term='tv'/><category term='new years resolutions todo list'/><category term='new york'/><category term='shibshib shabasheb shoes flying shoes parenting'/><category term='mansaf'/><category term='pregnancy fat cravings'/><category term='therapy'/><category term='fat pregnant pregnancy pigging out'/><category term='its a girl baby new baby girl'/><category term='disny world disneyland fun florida'/><category term='EID MUBARAK kharoof'/><category term='funny ads'/><category term='dubai i love dubai uae'/><category term='funny stories weddings engagments'/><category term='old blogging history of blogger blogger'/><category term='depression'/><category term='chocolate chocoholic cake baby lulu funny'/><category term='lion hug'/><category term='time'/><category term='washington D.C. 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I haven't had the chance to blog as a lot has been going on lately! Due &lt;b&gt;ANYDAY &lt;/b&gt;now and getting ready for the new BABY ! And getting used to our new family addition ( the maid) who arrived a few weeks ago... FINALLY ! After long hesitation and changing my mind plenty of times now that she is here i wonder WHY ON EARTH DID I HESITATE! Well ok the idea of having a total stranger live with you is scary but the idea of having someone HELP is GREAT! All i needed was a break... AND It has ARRIVED :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From my experience till now there is always a positive and negative side. But the positive hamdulilah makes me overlook the negative. One thing i did not know.. no matter how tiny or petite she seems to be they can eat more than ME,Huzbande and law law ALL TOGETHER! Omg the amount of food she intakes is somewhat SCARY! but as long as she is good with lulu i guess i can overlook that.. but not when she EATS MY CHOCOLATA *&lt;b&gt; Dino TURNS INTO THE HULK!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My maid used to work in saudi arabia and kuwait so the Arabic she speaks is actually Indonesi accent Kuwaiti or Saudi. Lulu has started saying things like :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tabi Nowm, when she wants to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hada 7agg Baba pointing at her dads shoes , trying to say that they are for her baba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fukeee Baab, Fukee Shoes.. apparently Fukkeee is open in Saudi or Kuwaiti..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so my reaction that my daughter calls her &lt;b&gt;"I PAD &lt;/b&gt;" &lt;b&gt;" I POOOD&lt;/b&gt;" now :S&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;what the fukeeeeee :S hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So... there is always that constant worried feeling or stress i admit.. but at least i feel better in general rather than being exhausted and too tired to even have quality time with my lulu.. and now with bobo number two almost here i NEED all the help i can GET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Baby 2.... who remains UNAMED * dino glares at &amp;nbsp;Mr Moody her huzbany who apparently is very moody . Up until the 8th month her name was &lt;b&gt;ALIA &lt;/b&gt;.. a lovely name... sung by fairooz .. then he realized he didnt like it and would rather name our daughter....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*drums roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OLIVIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*CROWD GASP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he was serious.. and well hamdulilah after my facebook poll won and ofcourse my rafd il taaaam we have agreed to overlook this name.. but unfortunately no more ALIA...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and i realized i cannot name my daughter a name, if i met someone in my life that was annoying and had that name. Just &lt;b&gt;ONE &lt;/b&gt;annoyng person is enough for me to OVERLOOK a nice name! i guess i am annoyed by many people haha :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soo... now.. we are still not sure...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i will try to keep you posted on my delivery :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason, looking back at my life and the stories i experience.. im sure i will have some interesting story to share!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;id3ooooooli :) happy 2012&lt;/b&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/13731624-7497810414141238310?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7497810414141238310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=7497810414141238310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7497810414141238310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7497810414141238310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2012/01/habby-new-year.html' title='Habby New Year!!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0mDrSfUgQw/TwAkBt_WxFI/AAAAAAAABBI/whgIJGFn1lY/s72-c/happynewyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-387507999355256550</id><published>2011-11-04T08:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:04:19.497+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EID MUBARAK kharoof'/><title type='text'>EID MUBARAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2dUjbv4zy0/TrNt4SG4vQI/AAAAAAAABA0/n4jbYujKvy4/s1600/EIDPOSTERdina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2dUjbv4zy0/TrNt4SG4vQI/AAAAAAAABA0/n4jbYujKvy4/s400/EIDPOSTERdina.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EID IS HERE :) happy eid everyone! kol 3am wa into bkhier! Lots of people in U.A.E. are disappointed because they anticipated a longer holiday for EID.. i guess we will try to make the best of the few days off&lt;br /&gt;You know when i think of this occasion i feel a bit sad because i feel growing up we see all the amazing decorations for christmas. The fun costumes of Halloween. The endless Easter &amp;nbsp;and NEW YEAR activities. And when it comes to EID.. we hardly have as much EID attractions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want our children to grow up thinking EID is just a boring occasion where they have to sit through long family visits while the adults talk and the kids sit quietly on a couch counting their "3eedeyeh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have more FUN on EID! Especially for kids.. So many EIDS have passed where i havent even felt it was EID! We need to decorate our houses. Make more activities that are only done on EID which makes us and our kids look forward to this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say activities i dont just mean getting new clothes and 3eedeyat or gifts. We need to have bigger events with more people. The problem we have these days is that everyone is so busy with thier own life that they kind of lose touch with family and friends. We hardly even bother to send or call each other on EID. We just share a EID message on Facebook. Lets make this Blessed Occasion the most we can and lets try to think of creative ways to make our kids love EID! Share your ideas or suggestions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-387507999355256550?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/387507999355256550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=387507999355256550' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/387507999355256550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/387507999355256550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='EID MUBARAK!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2dUjbv4zy0/TrNt4SG4vQI/AAAAAAAABA0/n4jbYujKvy4/s72-c/EIDPOSTERdina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-1248541052330783540</id><published>2011-10-11T09:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:19:50.460+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training motherhood'/><title type='text'>My Potty Training Journey of PooPie HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kh0W31PCyHk/TpPYqQIPJiI/AAAAAAAABAk/rkkmBTaygNs/s1600/pottylulu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kh0W31PCyHk/TpPYqQIPJiI/AAAAAAAABAk/rkkmBTaygNs/s400/pottylulu.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... the post i have been wanting to post for a long time.. the post i thought i would never be able to post about.. yes as i already shared on Facebook and as i happily share with the world and even when people ask me how is lulu i answer she is "&lt;b&gt;POTTY TRAINED&lt;/b&gt;"! oh the joy of finally being able to say that! The Suffering i went through ! akhh akh where should i start.. Now that i have finally succeeded i want to help those mothers who are going through this process or are about to start going through this very hard mission with some tips i used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you should do is... &lt;b&gt;IGNORE IGNORE IGNORE &lt;/b&gt;unwanted advice and those people who make you feel like you are a bad mother because your son. Those people who sometimes even dont have kids and just look at your daughter and say&lt;i&gt; "lisaa ma nadafteeeha"? *surprised look&lt;/i&gt;.. as &lt;b&gt;IF &lt;/b&gt;potty training is something you do overnight. Every kid is read at thier own time and a mother will know when her kid is ready. There is no use to rush this process because if they are not ready you will only end up cleaning unnecessary accidents from the floor when you could have just waiting till your son/ daughter &lt;b&gt;GOT IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started introducing the potty to lulu before she could even speak. &amp;nbsp;would just let her sit there hoping she would pp.. and when she does i would do a happy dance and 3urus making her feel that she did something &lt;b&gt;WOW&lt;/b&gt;! It would rarely happen.. but i was not strict about potty i just introduced it to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the constant stress and people telling me things like &lt;b&gt;"oh i potty trained my son when he was 18 months"&lt;/b&gt;i felt i was doing something wrong.. i started getting stressed and lulu would tell me after she peed not before.. and she would never tell me there is no2.. she would just hide somewhere.. i was losing hope.. i never hit her.. but i would tell her i was upset and that she is a&lt;b&gt; BIG GIRL&lt;/b&gt; and that pampers are for babies.. Many told me to just REMOVE the diapers and she will pee on the floor and poop on the floor and then she will GET IT.. well the truth is.. &lt;b&gt;SHE WILL PEE &lt;/b&gt;and POOP on the floor and if she is not READY she &lt;b&gt;WILL NOT GET IT&lt;/b&gt;.. and you will end up cleaning&lt;b&gt; UNNECESSARY &lt;/b&gt;feces off the floor and you will be emotionally and physically drained.. After removing the diapers and failing.. i went back to pullups and decided to&lt;b&gt; IGNORE&lt;/b&gt; everyone.. and Do what &lt;b&gt;I FELT&lt;/b&gt; was right.. and well slowly i realized she started to tell me when she has to pee.. and she started doing &lt;b&gt;NO2 &lt;/b&gt;in the bathroom.. and the best strategy i felt worked with her was giving her STICKERS everytime she went! and when she didnt tell me she would know she isnt supposed to and says "&lt;b&gt; NO STICKAS "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited till she i felt her pullups were dry and that she was &lt;b&gt;READY&lt;/b&gt;! and yes i was RIGHT ! i felt she understood... so i bravely removed the pampers and was surprised that she &lt;b&gt;ACTUALLY &lt;/b&gt;did GET IT FINALLY! so lulu was potty trained at the age of 2years 5 months.. if you feel that is &lt;b&gt;TOO LATE&lt;/b&gt;.. well i dont really care because it is when i felt she was ready and i am so glad this journey is over.. im sure there will be an accident here and there but she will learn.You will need a lot of patience.. A lot of cleaning detergents.. &amp;amp; lots of love.. instead of yelling or beating your children or burning thier little cute butts with &lt;b&gt;MATCHES&lt;/b&gt;! you should just love them &amp;amp; make them feel that you are proud of them when they go peepee and believe me with your love and support and patience.. with time they&lt;b&gt; WILL GET IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any enjoy going out with your kids before they are potty trained because after they are you will always be tense and worried if she will have to pp when you are not close to a bathroom.. and as soon as she says " mama fe pp" u will run like a crazy lady in the mall to reach on time before she lets go :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tip for potty training.. is make her sit as soon as she wakes up for morning pp.. and then take her every 2 hours.. and even after she is potty trained she will not always tell you.. so when you feels its been a while since the last time just take her anyway and wait for the pp to sharef :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More Tips I remembered :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Get your son / daughter potty books and show her in pics and videos that pampers are for babies&lt;br /&gt;• Get her a baby doll and make her put the pampers on the doll&lt;br /&gt;When you buy her underwear buy underwear with her favorite characters and make her feel that wearing underwear makes her a BIG GIRL&lt;br /&gt;• When there is a baby around make sure she notices that the baby is wearing diapers.&lt;br /&gt;• Sometimes they want to go but we are not patient enough. At first they need a sit a little bit on the potty so dont just put them and expect and instant pp. i remember the many times i used to just take her out of the bathroom and she would GO.. id get frustrated that we WERE JUST in the BATHROOM.&lt;br /&gt;• My daughter is afraid of sitting on the regular toilet without the potty seat and would refuse to go to the bathroom when we are out of the house. And i used to carry around the potty seat which was too big! Till &amp;nbsp;i found this FOLDABLE potty seat that has princesses on it and well ever since she likes going to the bathroom even we are outside.&lt;br /&gt;• There is a video on youtube for ELMO singing his potty song...&amp;nbsp;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqLMcyUFrSA lulu and i loved it :) its fun to watch and actually helps&lt;br /&gt;• If there are other kids around that are her age or around her age who go to the potty and are potty trained. tell her that they DO and let her see them go in the bathroom. She will want to be a BIG GIRL like them :)&lt;br /&gt;• When your baby is ready remove the diaper.. but dont put it back on because it will confuse your kid. i removed it even at night. Some people leave it on at night for a while . I personally removed it totally so that she does not get confused :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK MOMMIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-1248541052330783540?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1248541052330783540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=1248541052330783540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1248541052330783540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1248541052330783540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-potty-training-journey-of-poopie.html' title='My Potty Training Journey of PooPie HELL'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kh0W31PCyHk/TpPYqQIPJiI/AAAAAAAABAk/rkkmBTaygNs/s72-c/pottylulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-333421712876692230</id><published>2011-09-27T13:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:36:50.299+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy cravings food'/><title type='text'>Faja3 il Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxrGLyl2WDE/ToD5_U5QDaI/AAAAAAAABAg/gk63AG-UC7M/s1600/fatpregnant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxrGLyl2WDE/ToD5_U5QDaI/AAAAAAAABAg/gk63AG-UC7M/s640/fatpregnant.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So as many of you know.. i am pregnant and with pregnancy comes a &lt;b&gt;BIG APPETITE!&lt;/b&gt; I can't really explain this to people who are not pregnant or to those don't appreciate good food. Its just suddenly all i wanna do&lt;b&gt; IS EAT&lt;/b&gt; and even when i am eating i am thinking of what i will eat in the next meal! I sometimes get up from bed when im lazy just because i am motivated but what i will wake up to EAT! i better watch out because my last pregnancy i gained around 30 KG if not MORE!&lt;b&gt; *CROWD GASP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And its not like you can eat and get FULL! There is like this hole in ur stomache and you can NEVER feel FULL for more than like 3o minutes :S&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its hard to differentiate between hunger and&lt;b&gt; PURE FAJA3&lt;/b&gt;! really.. its not like a regular craving you can ignore.. these craving are so strong and powerful i admit i have driven to malls that are not exactly close to my house just to get that specific craving.. &lt;i&gt;*drools *pats on belly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still don't look very pregnant and well even in my last pregnancy my belly was never really firm but more like 3ajeeen. *pokes at blubbery belly that jiggles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i look like someone who just delivered.. or maybe someone who just has a big karsh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i was in canada for 3 weeks and due to the good food and everyday tim hortons drink i gained 5 kgs in 3 weeks! &lt;b&gt;YA FARE7tiiii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;now im trying to control my cravings.. but il akl latheeth.. i can write you poetry on the spot about the food that i crave.. let me try now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ya salam ya salam 3al chocolate crepe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what makes it better is that tim hortons ice capp sip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh pasta oh pasta where art thou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tell me not of your calories, feed me now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh dear chocolata, i am sorry i loved u less in my first trimestUr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love you deeply now so i Allah yustur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Tabeekh,mlookheye wa jaj wa roz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am weak infront of you, bidi aakol tanjara wa 2a2ool tozzz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As for you my dear ice white mocha,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2u7ibukeee doonaa shakaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And for some reason i like sha66a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but i admit i have always been a ba66a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seee told u i can write something on the spot.. will try to blog more often.. and soon i will share my airport drama story :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-333421712876692230?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/333421712876692230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=333421712876692230' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/333421712876692230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/333421712876692230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/09/faja3-il-pregnancy.html' title='Faja3 il Pregnancy'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxrGLyl2WDE/ToD5_U5QDaI/AAAAAAAABAg/gk63AG-UC7M/s72-c/fatpregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4792896916589932980</id><published>2011-08-14T03:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T03:27:24.751+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy fat cravings'/><title type='text'>YES i AM PREJJJnant &amp; its a JJIRLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONFi_wXE7uE/TkcPF-rGiGI/AAAAAAAABAc/hQvjngiLOck/s1600/pregnant2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONFi_wXE7uE/TkcPF-rGiGI/AAAAAAAABAc/hQvjngiLOck/s400/pregnant2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow its been so long since i blogged and well a lot has happened since my last post.. First big news is YES i am pregnant and beneath that karsh is an actual BABY growing inside of me.. i must admit i am also slowly inflating in areas where there is no fetus :S And i do feel like everyday my appetite grows with the baby.. so ALLAh yustur i dont gain 33 KG lke my first pregnancy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not new news. im already entering my 5th month and in no time inshala i will be screaming my head of praying for amo epidural dr to arrive. The NEW news is that today i found out its a GIRL :) i thought it was a boy because well all my symptoms were different in this pregnancy.. i craved different foods.. i hardly puked as much as i did with little lulu.. i &amp;nbsp;didnt gain that much weight (YET) just half a kg till now &lt;b&gt;* CROWD APPLAUSE *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... unlike many who might believe that a boy is somehow superior to a girl. I am sorry neither i or my huzbandi have this mentality al hamdulilah and all we pray for is a healthy baby. I do admit that a part of me wanted a boy so that i had both genders incase if 2 kids was too much and i decided 2 is enough for me that i wont feel like i missed out on a gender :P but al hamdulilahhhh al hamdulilah and inshla inshala i pray that my bobo who inshala i will name "Alia" after my best friend &amp;nbsp;and hopefully she will be healthy as CUTE as my "plintheth yuyu" and ma tghalebneeeshhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not at that stage of pregnancy when people look at me and hesitate whether they should say " MABROOK" CONGRATULATIONS ON your pregnancy or pass me a DIET.. i am tempted to stick a sticky note on my belly that says&lt;b&gt; " THIS IS NOT JUST A KARSH"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike those cute petite pregnant ladies who look skinny and like they have a small zaytooneh ( olive) growing in thier belly.. a perfect circle.. no extra fat.. just baby bump and as soon as they deliver mashala they are like even skinnier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i admit i have always been on the chubby side.. i never was skinny.. not even as a baby... i was born 4.5 kgs *ykhzii il 3ayn 3alay &amp;nbsp;kalabeez wa tabakaaat 3ajeeb.. i was like layers of fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i was so chubby as a kid my uncle used to say he cant carry me because he already had a disc in his back. :S yet somehow i accepted the fact that i was &lt;b&gt;"DABDOOBA TEKHEENA&lt;/b&gt;" and it was my favorite song growing up.. i would jump with every &lt;b&gt;" Nutee na6aaa ya dabooobaa " HEEEEEY HEY HEEHHHHHHHHHH"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was cute chubby not that chubby u see and think OMG OMG haram take that child to SHAQs show for fat kids or biggest loser! anyway.. what is my point?? yes 7aseh 7ali bagara.. and i crave so many things i never used to crave like FOOL MEDAMES and shurbet 3adas... i would &lt;b&gt;CHOOSE TABEEKH OVER CHOCOLATE * CROWD GASPS*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry im late but &lt;b&gt;RAMADAN KAREEM&lt;/b&gt; everyone wa kol saneh wa into salmeeen... or as lulu would say "&lt;b&gt; AMADAN BAKIN" &lt;/b&gt;or "&lt;b&gt; AMADANT KATIN"&lt;/b&gt; ... i will not say what she says for " &lt;b&gt;KOL SANEH WA INTO SALMEEN" &lt;/b&gt;cause it just SOUNDS WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dino smacks forehead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to get some sleep! will try to post more updates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-4792896916589932980?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4792896916589932980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4792896916589932980' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4792896916589932980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4792896916589932980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-i-am-prejjjnant-its-jjirll.html' title='YES i AM PREJJJnant &amp; its a JJIRLL'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONFi_wXE7uE/TkcPF-rGiGI/AAAAAAAABAc/hQvjngiLOck/s72-c/pregnant2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3616853790697549113</id><published>2011-06-26T23:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:47:13.253+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep motherhood dreams'/><title type='text'>i (heart) SLEEPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fF4qpDj20C4/TgeVYHkzo1I/AAAAAAAABAU/8Tudk12PczM/s1600/SLEEP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fF4qpDj20C4/TgeVYHkzo1I/AAAAAAAABAU/8Tudk12PczM/s400/SLEEP.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP! What a wonderful thing! Its the only thing &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/b&gt; in the world has in common. No Matter what nationality you are.. you SLEEP! No matter what RELIGION! you SLEEP! Whether you are EVIL or GOOD or PSCHO or a SERIAL KILLER ! We &lt;b&gt;ALL SLEEP &lt;/b&gt;and if we dont we go crazy and cant FUNCTION!! &amp;nbsp;i wonder how murderers and Evil people actually &lt;b&gt;DO SLEEP&lt;/b&gt; after the balawee they do butttttt.. never theless we all &lt;b&gt;NEED &lt;/b&gt;some Shut eye to function and to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the saying &lt;b&gt;" BEAUTY SLEEP"&lt;/b&gt;. which reminds me of my first months as a MAZAR&amp;nbsp;and how &lt;b&gt;BEAUTY&lt;/b&gt; was not the word you would use to describe me... &lt;b&gt;GODZILLA&lt;/b&gt; maybe I hardly got any sleep.. so when you are sleep deprived and your body feels like it has just been hit by a train, believe me, you dont look lovely. I was also a emotional and agressive &amp;nbsp;had some hallucinations and ofcourse was depressed all because&lt;i&gt; i NEEDED SLEEP!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my little mini me lulu finally sleeps through that night and i really REALLY REALLY &lt;b&gt;APPRECIATE SLEEP!!! &lt;/b&gt;Just to be able to hug your pillow and get under the blanket and not worry about having to wake up in the next hour to be milked.. is just.. BeeU2ifULLLLLL! *dino kisses fingers and does this moves she saw on some chicken Tikka commericial. ok why chicken tikka? maybe im hungry? hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of sleep.. who here talks in their sleep? walks? sings? i have done all of those. and To those who were lucky enough to sleep next to me. ok that sounded bad.. ya3ni i meant my girlfriends and family and bas husbandeeeee... they have shared stories... like... me saying things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Mama momkin t2ooli la ra2fat il hajaan yjeebli 3abayatiii min il dry clean"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" raa7 3alaaaaay baaaas il madarasssssa liesh ma sa7etoooniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"FEEE DAaboooooor fil KILOWT MA TEKWEEE MA TEKWEEE" haahahah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually this happens when i stay up late and im tired and i ALWAYS dream about the last thing i SAW. usually its whast on TV. so.. my latest very funny story is that My lovely huzbandee wanted to watch a horror movie at night. and well i was already freaked out by some dream i had. but i was like ok ok.. the movie was not THAT scary but welll.. apparently it affected me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in the middle of the night... stared at his face and touched his cheek as if i am wiping off some gewy liquid and woke him up saying &lt;b&gt;" AHMED LIESH WISHAK AKHDARRRRR"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many more stories.. like once i slept over at my friends house and she says i kept kissing her arm :S i think it was around the time i met ahmed and was in that lovey dovey phase of il dinya hugs and lovin. haha same girl said she woke up with me sleeping on her (_/_) .. i have done that to many before. i just dont know how that happens.. Apparently LULU has inherited my head on Butt sleeping behavior cause whenever she joins us in the bed.. her head usually is on my "POPO" as some very "classy" lady once said hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe its time for me to sleep... SEE WHY I DONT BLOG that OFTEN? cause all i type is FADAye77 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-3616853790697549113?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3616853790697549113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3616853790697549113' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3616853790697549113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3616853790697549113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-heart-sleeping.html' title='i (heart) SLEEPING'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fF4qpDj20C4/TgeVYHkzo1I/AAAAAAAABAU/8Tudk12PczM/s72-c/SLEEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5673115981631371201</id><published>2011-06-07T17:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:11:33.334+03:00</updated><title type='text'>POTTY TRAINING DISASTERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-tNr7Prp24/Te4wFWxacpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/tEJCBkHhUGE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-07+at+6.04.50+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-tNr7Prp24/Te4wFWxacpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/tEJCBkHhUGE/s400/Screen+shot+2011-06-07+at+6.04.50+PM.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Let me start by saying... &lt;b&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;/b&gt; i did not know potty training would be this emotoinally draining! Some may have noticed i have not been very active on my blog or even facebook or twitter. WHY? i have been &lt;b&gt;POTTY TRAINING!&lt;/b&gt; and well after so long all i can say is it is NOT working! I already get comments when people look at lulu ,who actually looks bigger than her age, they would say something like "&lt;i&gt; yeeeeee lisaa pampers??""lisa ma nadafteeha?"&lt;/i&gt; which basically means " &lt;i&gt;OMG your daughter still wears diapers you are such a lazy mom!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well i took tips from mothers and believe it or not 2 mothers who SHOCKED ME recommend using a MATCH. how? they would light the match and then BURN THIER KIDS (_/_) if they pooped or peed on the floor!!&lt;b&gt; I CANT BELIEVE ANY MOM WOULD DO THAT &lt;/b&gt;and actually RECOMMENDS IT!?? its child abuse! they SWEAR it works! but i am sure it also causes major psychological &lt;b&gt;DAMAGE&lt;/b&gt; for the poor kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then there are those mothers who show off and start saying &lt;i&gt;" OH your daughter is not potty trained i potty trained my daughter at 12 months or 18 months".&lt;/i&gt; And for some reason it makes me feel like i am doing something wrong and that they are better mothers. But the truth is, every kid is different. Some walk before others, some talk before others, some teeth at 3 months other teeth at 10 months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All is within the Norm. So its not like in the future if i apply for a job i will &lt;b&gt;" Potty trained my child at 12 months" &lt;/b&gt;as point that makes me more qualified.&amp;nbsp;It reminds of the whole breast feeding lectures i heard if i ever gave lulu formula. YES i know breastfeeding is the BEST for your baby. And Breast is Best ofcourse ! and i did for one year but every once in a while i would give lulu formula and i dont think its &lt;b&gt;" POISON"&lt;/b&gt; as some would say. I was hardly breastfeed and so many of working parents were not able to breastfeed for long &amp;amp; some actually dont get enough milk. &amp;nbsp;wa hayn&lt;b&gt; zay il GROOOD ya &amp;nbsp;ma7lana&lt;/b&gt; SO please do not judge any mother for not being able to breast feed her child. i am not arguing here if its better or promoting formula i am just saying LAY OFF the poor new MOMS! i think i never mentioned "breast " this much in one paragraph! Speaking of &lt;b&gt;BREAST!&lt;/b&gt; omg omg omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I came across this LADY in the middle of the &lt;b&gt;FOODCOURT BREASTFEEDING *twitches*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;and not in a way where she is hiding or trying to hide her (.) she was like just sitting there and i dont think her baby was even feeding. she was just considering her (.)(.) meals on heels! she was just like sitting there exposing herself to the world. Maybe she thought the food court was the best place since was feeding :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anyway back to main subject.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;POTTY TRAINING...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So what i feel is that lulu is not ready.. i tried removing her pampers and ended up cleaning poopies and pp from everwhere. MORE MORE cleaning. More Laundry. More STRESS! AS if i needed that! i think i will wait a few more months till she is more aware. Some start at 3 years and potty train thier kids in 3 days only cause they are old enough to GET IT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I QUIT! And if anyone has anything to say like " i did it in 3 days" please take lulu for 3 days and i will PAY YOUU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I NEED THE SUPERNANNY! is there an arab supernanny anywhere?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ok what a smelly post this is :P i wil try to blog more often :)&amp;nbsp;&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/13731624-5673115981631371201?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5673115981631371201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5673115981631371201' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5673115981631371201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5673115981631371201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-let-me-start-by-saying.html' title='POTTY TRAINING DISASTERS!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-tNr7Prp24/Te4wFWxacpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/tEJCBkHhUGE/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-06-07+at+6.04.50+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2066216332621446212</id><published>2011-03-09T21:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:49:54.324+03:00</updated><title type='text'>M.O.M. ( Mumkin Owkheth Makafa2ah???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;i have not been able to blog for the past weeks i recently moved to a new house and everyday i am running errands cleaning being a MOTHER and i end up feeling that there is NO TIME :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was asked by our lovely &lt;a href="http://kinziblogs.wordpress.com/"&gt;kanooozzztiii &lt;/a&gt;to blog about motherhood.. and ofcourse its pretty much the topic i have been blogging about since my little lulu arrived so where do i start??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still remember in the beginning of my pregnancy when i just was in shock of the idea of being a MOTHER. i was convinced my growing belly was a happy meal only it moved from time to time. when i look back i think i feel like i have been on a nonstop roller coaster. some days i just feel like WHERE ARE THE BREAKS?! only break i get is a KITKAT and even that i dont eat the way they do in the AD i usually just shove in my mouth wa (bazlu6) while i MULTITASK a million things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems i do everything in a hurry i forgot how its like to sit and relax. even when im am out with ppl and we are having lunch or dinner i usually just eat my sandwich in one GULP and then i realize they are all still slowly unwrapping thier sandwich as they talk a little and take little bites.. usually people remind me that the food will not RUN AWAY! but its too late.. i am a fast eater, fast everything.. only things im slow in is... GETTING THINGS.. i am SLOW.. like HOMER simpson slow.. haha its takes time for things to CLICK in my head.. i cant fully blame that on motherhood but motherhood had made my scatter brains / focusing problems more SEVERE... ARGH :S&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bigger house =more CLEANING , bigger toddler= more RUNNING, More Running= BIgger MESS = MORE MORE and more cleaning &amp;amp;laundry and dont get me started on the laundry. i have issues with JARABEEEN! (socks) i always wash one sock and forget the other then i end up with socks that have lost thier other half :S &amp;nbsp;and ofcourse i have to cook and then get stuck with a piles of dishes. then i remember i need something from the supermarket. and well i have to take lulu. who decides to make a big poopie always at the worst times. so i end up buying groceries ( from a supermarket that is not very close so its a drive, car seat, stroller folding unfolding wa all that) since i am there and having to deal with carrying the groceries and lulu who slept on the way back. its like a never ending cycle. and a mothers work is NEVER done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sometimes feel like the HULK with superpowers. i cant get sick i dont allow myself to feel tired and even when i am exhausted i MUST keep on going like an energizer battery ( tadoom wa tadoom wa tadoom) * dino marching banging on drums like rabbits in commercial and suddenly is in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because who will do all the things i do? who will feed lulu? change her? clean the house? do the laundry,take her to her drs appointment, give her a bath, play with her, take her out, cook, throw out the garbage, vaccumme, clean the floors, clean the bathrooms, kitchen. lulus mess all over the place??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will do that??? *crowd points at DINO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES ME ME ME..... and that my lovely readers is WHY I WANT A MAID SOON SOON SOON inshala ALLAh yefrej-ha... cause im emotionally and physically worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is why i have not blogged in a while because even blogging has become a part of my relaxation TIME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry kinzi if this was not as funny as anticipated i feel even my sense of humor is ta3baaneh ( tired) :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartoon for this post coming up soon.. when i have the time.. and get my lovely laptop fixed because it sounds like a helicopter now... soo this post is long might take you a few weeks to read.. which buys me more TIME till the next post :P&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/13731624-2066216332621446212?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2066216332621446212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2066216332621446212' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2066216332621446212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2066216332621446212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/03/mom-mumkin-owkheth-makafa2ah.html' title='M.O.M. ( Mumkin Owkheth Makafa2ah???'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4790771959768535482</id><published>2011-02-11T18:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T08:41:00.731+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i love TABASCO Original Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pAfjYELMMQ/TVYdXcA-YGI/AAAAAAAAA_g/1qqSKCTpBGc/s1600/tobasco.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pAfjYELMMQ/TVYdXcA-YGI/AAAAAAAAA_g/1qqSKCTpBGc/s400/tobasco.png" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img710.imageshack.us/i/tobasco.png/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span _fck_bookmark="1" style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so who here loves TABASCO? i&amp;nbsp; i didn't like it at first but my colleague at work used to always put loads of Tabasco on everything she ate so i tried it with my sandwiches and i just la la la la la LOVED IT! being half from GAZA loving spicy food comes natural to me!&amp;nbsp; I love to add Tabasco Original Red&amp;nbsp;on French fries, and sandwiches and PIZZA! i don't know why i love the spicy feeling. i feel that it enhances the flavor&amp;nbsp;of food.&amp;nbsp;i feel i eat more when i add it to my food because every BITE&amp;nbsp;unlocks a new yummy taste. yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i feel its like i challenge myself every time i eat by adding as much as i can its like it makes any food more exciting and colourful. So when asked to share my thoughts on Tabasco on my blog i did not hesitate :) i know Indian s love spicy food too! &amp;nbsp;So who here loves Tabasco too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tabasco&amp;nbsp;Original&amp;nbsp;Red is so much more than HOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.You can add it to everything ! WHY NOT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PIZZA! HOT DOGS! MAC AND CHEESE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PASS ME MY TABASCO Original&amp;nbsp;RED PLEASE :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1511032" rel="nofollow"&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt;.  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i must admit that i am not the type of person who sits there and watches al &lt;b&gt;JAZEERA&lt;/b&gt; or discussing politics and most of the time i have no &lt;b&gt;CLUE&lt;/b&gt; what is going around in the world. i would hear something on the news and run to my husband hoping i would impress him with this Political INFO only to find out from his facial reaction that my valuable info is &lt;b&gt;OLD NEWS &lt;/b&gt;:s but i can answer you any question about babies, diapers, pregnancy tabeekh and anything that was written in the book ' &lt;i&gt;WHAT TO EXPECT WHEN YOU ARE EXPECTING&lt;/i&gt; haha sooo well here is my latest cartoon inspired by husni (not so mubarak) who refuses to LEAVE ! the biggest laz2a in egypt !!&amp;nbsp; wanted to write a poem but i dont want to get arrested dino runs... this is irrelevant but my backspace and enter key wont work anymore so that is why كل الكلمات داخله في بعض... so in conclusion i say our hearts go out to our sisters and brothers in UM il DUNYA and we thank you for protecting UMMEna&amp;nbsp; ya3ni OUR MAZAR in english ;p and we&amp;nbsp; pray that you are safe and we are proud of you all for making a stand and showing the world that once united yoru voices WILL BE HEARD and that EVERYONE CAN make a difference. Every Arab leader will think twice now before making any decision. the only complain has come from the next generation as they know jan 25th will be a date they will have to remember for history class :P &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/13731624-7958558285574064410?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7958558285574064410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=7958558285574064410' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7958558285574064410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7958558285574064410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/02/mubarak-glue.html' title='MUBARAK GLUE!!!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TU7Nbvva23I/AAAAAAAAA_c/NTr4Rr6Yhxk/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5728833033625912563</id><published>2011-01-31T23:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:56:49.939+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dubai i love dubai uae'/><title type='text'>i *heart* Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TUcXLYsgUlI/AAAAAAAAA_U/3F-PRXhuCEA/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TUcXLYsgUlI/AAAAAAAAA_U/3F-PRXhuCEA/s400/Picture+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry havent posted in a while i am not in DUBAI! FINALLY! *lelelelelleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;zaghrootaaaaaaaaa ! after 2 years of not not settling down inshala inshala this is&lt;b&gt; IT&lt;/b&gt;! We finally are going to settle in Dubai the best place to be! I love Dubai. been here most of my life i feel like its home although i know for a fact that as soon as my visa expires one day ill have to leave :(---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so let me tell you about my lovely trip from America to Dubai! it was a long flight and well you know what is worse that turbulence? its toilet turbulence. when u decide to get up to go to the bathroom as soon as you get it suddenly u hear the &lt;i&gt;*TIN TIN*&lt;/i&gt; sound for &lt;b&gt;SEATBELT ON&lt;/b&gt; and the plane starts to shake a little from turbulence and you think to yourself.. what a dilemma i will be in if they ask me to run our &lt;b&gt;NOW!&lt;/b&gt;which reminds of a saying that made a lot of sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;il 2ikhtashoo Maaatoooo--&amp;gt; if ur shy you wil die :P haha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha sounds so wrong in english&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyhooooo so other than the guy infront of me miracously farting for a straight 14 hour flight! i was about to ask him! SHO MAAKEL BIL THABT?!?!? eishi miyet sarlo 5 sneen?!(what have you eaten exactly??? somethin that has been dead for 5 years!?) so ..it was a smooth somewhat smelly flight. lulu slept through most of it. but now we are all suffering from major jetlag! wide awake at the oddest times! soon we will fix our sleeping patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt realize how much i missed Dubai till i arrived! yes i will miss America but it Aint no Dubai :) now for the dubai poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dubai Dubai ana fe 7ub inta waaayed jiddan very much&amp;nbsp; kteer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; i had missed raju from supermarket AL Kabeer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i love you ya Dubai with all the nafarat il feeki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a7ebek ya dubai aktar min ma lulu bit7eb Barney wa mickey &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-5728833033625912563?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5728833033625912563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5728833033625912563' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5728833033625912563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5728833033625912563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-heart-dubai.html' title='i *heart* Dubai'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TUcXLYsgUlI/AAAAAAAAA_U/3F-PRXhuCEA/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-7199242495671743201</id><published>2011-01-25T07:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:19:31.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank u SarSoor for the 3azeemeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TT5JN11o9pI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IbBMQfm_Kmk/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TT5JN11o9pI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IbBMQfm_Kmk/s400/Picture+2.png" width="380" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So before you say.. ya333 at the sight of the word &lt;b&gt;SARSOOR.&lt;/b&gt;. for those who dont know what sarsoor means in arabic it is a&amp;nbsp; "cockroach". So let me tell you a story about a cockroach that may make you look at them all differently. The sarsoor that gave its life on my birthday. little brave heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So here is the story.. it was my bday 2 days ago and huzbandee treated me to a lovely molten chocolate cake. * dino drools. and as we were sitting in the restuarant in this very fancy hotel. i see a little cockroach crawling on the seat behind lulu. i freaked out and said &lt;b&gt;"SARSOOOR"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahmed killed the Sarsoor. and whether or not you like saraseer you will like what happened next. we showed the dead sarsoor to the waitress &amp;amp; well we expected the dessert to be on the house.. only to find out that they didnt only take of the &lt;b&gt;DESSERT&lt;/b&gt; from the BILL but also 2 main courses. let me remind you it was a fancy restaurant! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So i must thank the sarsoor for this unintentional 3azeeemeh &amp;amp; sacrifice. and let him know his death was not for nothing. it was for a good cause :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so here is a poem of gratitude i dedicate to my new found friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;when i see you first thing i said was " eww "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i would freak out when i see you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But now i see you in a different light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i have decided to now treat you right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will have a little box of saraseer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;for restuarants il ghalyeh kteer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and now when i see you i will say " AWW" and grin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;just please dont EVER crawl on my skin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/13731624-7199242495671743201?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7199242495671743201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=7199242495671743201' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7199242495671743201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7199242495671743201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-u-sarsoor-for-3azeemeh.html' title='Thank u SarSoor for the 3azeemeh'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TT5JN11o9pI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IbBMQfm_Kmk/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3530791480014810629</id><published>2011-01-24T07:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:06:18.839+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino is the Birthday Girl! WOOT WOOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TT0IZy6ICVI/AAAAAAAAA_M/VQyPcqZ8neY/s1600/Picture+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TT0IZy6ICVI/AAAAAAAAA_M/VQyPcqZ8neY/s400/Picture+3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTz5w54F0jI/AAAAAAAAA_I/cXyny2e0Go8/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh.. wow so much to blog about... but the most important thing about today is... its my BDAY maybe it is not is no longer my bday on the other side of the world but here in America It is still my BDAY and that means i can have as much chocolata as physically possible. But well truth is the day is almost over and i didnt reach that Goal :S Damn it :S hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So let me tell you about the annual dinner i attended last night. the one i mentioned in my previous post. the one i was worried about getting &lt;b&gt;HUGGED &lt;/b&gt;in.&amp;nbsp; Lets just say it was &lt;b&gt;FULL&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;HUGS&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Kisses &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;SURPRISES&lt;/b&gt;. i was fortunate enough that some ppl found my scarf a bit intimidating and did not attempt to hug or kiss me. My husbands boss ( the one who attempted to hug me last year and was embarrassed when i jumped back involuntarily) learn his lesson from last year. i know i shouldn't have jumped back it was like my system just automatically reacts to a &lt;b&gt;MALE&lt;/b&gt; coming too close. Its like there is a Zone with imaginary lazer and as soon someone is in that ZONE my internal&amp;nbsp; alarm just freaks out haha :S * dinos hears a voice in her head yell " ASTAGHFIRULAAAAAAAH" *said in slow motion.. look at the brigh side at least my involuntary reaction is not a &lt;b&gt;SLAP&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway... sooo this dinner party had a theme...its like you are on a boat cruising around the world and from each country enter dancers doing the country dance.. first country was &lt;b&gt;BRAZIL &lt;/b&gt;and whati did not know is that this party would also have &lt;b&gt;BELLY DANCERS&lt;/b&gt;.. well not really belly dancers but well they were dressed like belly dancers and were shaking shaking like Polaroid picture yeah yeah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*dino was drinking water.. &lt;i&gt;*enter belly dancers &lt;/i&gt;* &lt;i&gt;dino spits out water with shock&lt;/i&gt;.. * &lt;i&gt;covers ahmeds eyes. *takes photos so she can draw them for the blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next country was &lt;b&gt;Egypt&lt;/b&gt;.. so they got us humus and Mideastern food .. then my husband asks "&lt;i&gt; how come they got Brazilian dancers and not &lt;b&gt;BELLY&lt;/b&gt; dancers from &lt;b&gt;EGYPT&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dino " &lt;b&gt;nefsak tshoof ra2asaat???&lt;/b&gt; ( were you hoping to see egyptian belly dancers too??" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*dino munches on bread angrily and hopes he was JOKING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he better be..&amp;nbsp; i have a few egyptian moves up my sleeve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* dino hides sa6oor from ahmed haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway.. i left the party after the food arrived. just like we usually do at weddings haha and my husband was &lt;b&gt;HUGGED&lt;/b&gt; many times.. kissed a few times... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*crowd says &lt;b&gt;BOOOOOO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i dodged one HUG *dino takes a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*crowd appluads dino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in 30 mins i will officially be 29!!! and it will be the last year in my twenties...  *ya fare7ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so overall the party as interesting and well i cant say it was bad as i got to see some russian dancers move like they were from circe de soleil ! the man would jump up and do splits in the air and HOLD ON TO HIS FEET ! ALL ath the SAME JUMP!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. that is not khass ( lettuce ) on ther belly dancers head although it looks like it. it was meant to look like feathers. but i am sure a lot of jordania men would certainly call those ladies &lt;b&gt;" EISH YA KHASSEH" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;next post will be about my bday sarsooor and i will call it "&lt;b&gt; thank u sarsooor "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/13731624-3530791480014810629?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3530791480014810629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3530791480014810629' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3530791480014810629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3530791480014810629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/dino-is-birthday-girl-woot-woot.html' title='Dino is the Birthday Girl! WOOT WOOT!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TT0IZy6ICVI/AAAAAAAAA_M/VQyPcqZ8neY/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5448565886993505364</id><published>2011-01-20T05:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:22:27.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTcoj5N1GSI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Ljee4ag2cAA/s1600/lifeisgoodaward1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTcoj5N1GSI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Ljee4ag2cAA/s1600/lifeisgoodaward1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So surprisingly the famous Roba Assi of  &lt;a href="http://andfaraway.net/blog/2011/01/18/its-rainbows-butterflies-and-sunshine/"&gt;And Far Away&lt;/a&gt;, a very very lovely fellow bloggerette, presented me with an award. i was not sure she even read my blog till this day! *very touched :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life is Good Award is actually a scanned Hallmark greeting card that comes with some questions to answer.. and well i havent done this is a LONG time sooo im sure i will khabes fil 7aki Here goes takhbeesa.... (translation&amp;nbsp; i will blabber on and say things i should not :S as usual )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. If you blog anonymously, are you happy doing this? If you aren’t anonymous, do you wish you started out anonymously, so that you could be anonymous now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started out as an anonymous blogger. and well with time i become more and more open about my life and more family and friends found out about my blog. Sometimes when i want to vent i wish i was anonymous because lots of people offended easily and misinterpret thte things i write about which limits what i write :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Describe an incident that shows your inner stubborn side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont argue that i am stubborn. and well i know there are many incidents DAILY. So because i had trouble pointing one out i asked my husband. What can you tell me about me that shows that i am stubborn... he answered : KOL ishee&amp;nbsp; :S (everything) so i asked him to be more specific ... he mentioned how i never listen.. and no matter how many times he repeats something i just dont do it.. so i say. that is not stubborn that is Forgetful.. ( i am that too btw).. he said no that is the meaning of STUBBORN... so i said NO... he then pointed at me and said " THIS NOW IS YOU BEING STUBBORN" loool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i cant help it.. but i believe i am always right even when i WRONG :P haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What do you see when you really look at yourself in the mirror?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The question here is DO u look in the mirror?! well if i finally get a glimpse of myself in my busy mommy day i would " ANGAZ" ( i will be startled) haha and i would&amp;nbsp; possibly notice something in my teeth or in my hair from lulus last meal. And i would say something like " is that a moustache?? hahah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;just kidding *dino hides upper lip :P&amp;nbsp; so pretty much what i see is a big mess&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;4. What is your favourite summer cold drink?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ICED White Mocha with extra Mochaaa ya salamm or a Chocolate Milkshake from Baskin Robbins &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. When you take time for yourself, what do you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Shower, work on my cartoons or blog :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Is there something that you still want to accomplish in your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Just one thing?? well its many things but what i really want to do is start my own succesful business or write and illustrate childrens book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. When&amp;nbsp;you attended school, were you the class clown, the class overachiever, the shy person, or always ditching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;when i was younger i was the typical school nerd. so shy and my voice was hardly heard. the teachers problems was always askin my SPEAK UP! then i dunno what happend after GR 8 the transformation began turning into the class clown. then eventually the problem was " KEEP my VOICE DOWN , dont ditch classes and STOP TALKING! :S haha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. If you close your eyes and want to visualize a very poignant moment in your life, what would you see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hmm o manyy but nothing compares to the feeling of the first moment i held lulu in my arms after delivery and i felt she was REAL and that my belly bump/karsh was actually a HUMAN BEING! Sub7annalahh :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Is it easy for you to share your true self in your blog, or are you more comfortable writing posts about other people and events?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i find it hard not to express my trueself. even if i tried.. so i guess its easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. If you had the choice to sit down and read a book or talk on the phone, which would you do and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i would love to read a book because it has been so long ! but well truth is nowadays i would choose to talk on the phone because i have lost touch with so many people and with lulu around i can never concentrate on a book. so when ur on the phone u can multitask.. change diaper, cook, fold the laundry.. ofcourse by the time ur done ur neck is stuck sideways because u have tilted your head for long holding ur phone between ur shoulder and cheek :P haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who do i choose to give this award to.... lets seee... hmmmm ofcourse .. i choose .. its optional ofcourse to accept :)also please check &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Kinzi's&lt;/a&gt; Post she also answered these questions ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_721367744"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamdanism.wordpress.com/2011/01/19/universal-deception-hacking/"&gt;ABED&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_721367745"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Sheeshany &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://blog.jarofjuice.com/2010/12/morning-delights-pt-4/"&gt;KJ&lt;/a&gt; mabrook 3aleikooooo :) u have been chosen &amp;lt;--- said like the Toystory green alien :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-5448565886993505364?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5448565886993505364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5448565886993505364' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5448565886993505364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5448565886993505364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-good-award.html' title='Life is Good Award'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTcoj5N1GSI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Ljee4ag2cAA/s72-c/lifeisgoodaward1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4641189403645242681</id><published>2011-01-19T10:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:42:35.170+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugs dont hug muslims'/><title type='text'>No Hugs Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTaW-oBUqqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_nFXQmd_GIY/s1600/Picture+6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTaW-oBUqqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_nFXQmd_GIY/s400/Picture+6.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. i have been in the States pretty much the past year and well i know for sure that a lot of people here dont even know much about islam. some actually think i am SiKH :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so there are lot of cultural differences and misunderstandings that happen. Like for example.. here when you get to know someone and meet them the second time its normal to&lt;b&gt; HUG&lt;/b&gt; you! not a big squeeze hug but more like a PAT on the back QUICK -NAP on your shoulder type of thing.. its considered Normal.. its pretty much like us saying &lt;b&gt;SALAMo Alikom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... how can you explain to them that Muslims &lt;b&gt;Do NOT HUG &lt;/b&gt;? wait that came out wrong.. we do &lt;b&gt;HUG&lt;/b&gt; but woman dont hug men and men dont hug woman.. i hug trees but that is &lt;b&gt;irrelevant&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well those who are muslim and hug woman and go out and dont really follow the teachings of islam well then well its thier personal choice but as for &lt;b&gt;ME... and my HUSBAND&lt;/b&gt; i must add &lt;i&gt;* dino glares at Ahmed in a threatening manner.. &lt;/i&gt;WE only &lt;b&gt;HUG EACH OTHER...&lt;/b&gt; oh and lulu ofcourse and family and friends from the SAME SEX *dino writes note and sticks note on Ahmeds forehead.. the note says the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;i&gt;Dear Ladies.. my husband is very sweet and sometimes shy and does not know how to react when woman hug him so let &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt; say it for him.. he &lt;b&gt;DOES NOT HUG&lt;/b&gt; other&lt;b&gt; FEMALES&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;* note had to be separated to many notes because it was too long so now Ahmeds face is full of post-it notes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notes continued "&lt;i&gt; He Does not mean to Offend you its just a religious thing.. &lt;b&gt;OKAY?&lt;/b&gt; And Btw... its cold you might want to wear a jacket or pants maybe? "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little shocker for some of you many Muslims DO NOT shake hands even with &lt;b&gt;MEN/WOMAN&lt;/b&gt;. I mean at one stage of my life i was trying not to shake hands with &lt;b&gt;MEN &lt;/b&gt;as much possible and now im dealing with HUGS?lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is sometimes it happens so fast before you get a chance to say &lt;b&gt;"Sorry i dont HUG MEN &lt;/b&gt;"the Hug is already over and u just stand there thinking..&lt;b&gt; OMG OMG OMG i was just hugged by a MAN !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh same applies to KISSING on the CHEEK forehead.. hand.. kolo same same PLease no KIssses.. i know you mean well but &lt;b&gt;LOVE ME &amp;amp;MY HUSBAND&lt;/b&gt; from a &lt;b&gt;DISTANCE&lt;/b&gt; . Whats wrong with &lt;b&gt;WAVING?? &lt;/b&gt;Waving is NICE .. its amazing same wave can be used for HII AND BYEE! WOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok reason i am freaking out a little bit... is ... my husband is leaving a program he was in for 2 years... and at the end of each year there is a huge dinner dance We will attend. And this is the BIG FAREWELL! the one i have FEARED! i knew this day will come! and it happens to be on my BDAY! the 23rd ( WRITE IT DOWN PEOPLE) haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well i know what comes with FAREWELLS lots of HUGS AND MWA MWA MWA * dino does karate moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. here are my plans on how to &lt;b&gt;NOT BE HUGGED or Let any1 hug my ba3loool..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plan A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also works with handshakes... as soon as you see someone heading your way hold on to something.. like carry a pile of books.. carry LULU.. just keep ur hands occupied and then give a look of " ohh sorry i cant hug you i am holding lulu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plan B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone attempts to hug you do a reverse moonwalk dance and then just wave and they will get the point.. this worked.. i actually did this.. minus the moonwalk haha it was the most awkward moment everrrr it was actually my husbands BOSS who is such a sweet guy and wanted to say Hi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaked out and just kind of jumped backward and made him feel like he was some weirdo haha poor guy i think he felt horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand on stage take the MIC give everyone a lecture abt &lt;b&gt;ISLAM&lt;/b&gt; haha and maybe then theyh will suspect im a terrorit being the only hijabeee in the ballroom! *security carries dino off stage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think think there is any nice way of telling someone &lt;b&gt;I CANT HUG YOU&lt;/b&gt; but as i told my husband if HE GETS HUGGED i will find his BOSS and give him the HUG he wanted hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for each HUG he gets i GET 2.. OKAY OKAY... i know my husband is reading this because he usually reads the blogs that he knows are about HIM. he saw me working on the cartoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not he does not read my &lt;b&gt;BLOG DAILY!!&lt;/b&gt; *&lt;i&gt;CROWD GASPS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dino does the im watching you move to Ahmed hahahahhaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conclusion is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;You Drink, You Hug, You Drink I Shrug&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Kiss, You expose too much skin, i wear hijab you can still see my CHIN :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I might not Eat Pork ,&amp;nbsp; but i still use a Fork&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You have your life i have mine, just please stop offering me WINE :P &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-4641189403645242681?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4641189403645242681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4641189403645242681' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4641189403645242681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4641189403645242681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-hugs-please.html' title='No Hugs Please'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTaW-oBUqqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_nFXQmd_GIY/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4717881250768935324</id><published>2011-01-18T07:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T08:17:47.546+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth extraction gerd operation jordan'/><title type='text'>My Wisdom Teeth Removal Experience( Last Summer)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTUQErw2R5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/OebW32CMsj8/s1600/WOSDO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTUQErw2R5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/OebW32CMsj8/s400/WOSDO.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So.. Last Summer i was in jordan. And what do you do when you are in jordan other than eat Mansaf/ Msakhan/ enjoy a few 3azayem ? Yes you also buy a bateekha from the street just because you can. oh and ofcourse you also watch &lt;b&gt;"ye3ed saba7ak"&lt;/b&gt; which surprisingly is still showing everyday. You pass by sweifieyeh to buy all the latest DVD copy movies &amp;amp; music mix CDs each bas &lt;b&gt;" LEERA"&lt;/b&gt; ( 1JD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The most important thing you have to Do especially if you live in Dubai issss Go to the &lt;b&gt;DENTIST&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have you checked how expensive going to a Dentist is in Dubai? Im not cheap or anything but seirously i could pay for a ticket to jordan get all my teeth done and still pay less than i would in Dubai! So any hoooo... i go to my family dentist who i love and is a great dentist and she asks me to check how my wisdom teeth are coming out. And to my surprise in the Xray apparently they were coming out wrong. so she asks want to take them out?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Without thinking i say " OKAY" not knowing its an actual operation. thinking ok.. how hard can it be?!?! So she asks " what about tomorrow?" i say " okay great"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sooo.. next day i go...the surgeon arrives! it then hit me that its an &lt;b&gt;OPERATION&lt;/b&gt; and not just a simple procedure!&amp;nbsp; and well after being injected with a lot of anesthetic he started cutting through my gums and OMG i wanted to GAAG ! he would hold my like and try to pull out the tooth like he is pulling out a nail from the pavement! u know when someone pulls so hard that his arms starts to shake. at a certain poitn i felt my head would just disconnect from my body! And well because i wanted to get it over with i let him remove 2 wisdom&lt;b&gt; TEETH&lt;/b&gt; and not just ONE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of the process he said something i will never forget.. he said " ba3d il GERD Allah ma SAkha6oh"!! unable to speak with cotton balls and a bloody mouth i wanted to say&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUHHH??? sho gerd ma gerd?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Till after i asked what he mean and well he said that the worst that could happen la wa7ad ino Alllah yskha6oh gerd.. ya3ni he was actually trying to COMFORT me telling me the WORST Is OVER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;all i could thnk of was that is he saying sar shekli zay il gerd????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then he would say " wallah inek ba6aleh?" at this point my dentist was about to faint from the whole procedure!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear 3amo who took out my wisdom teeth and 3amo who did my &lt;b&gt;LAZEC &lt;/b&gt;operation and &lt;b&gt;EPIDURAL &lt;/b&gt;dr . when i DO NOT MOVE during operations it is not because i am BRAVE! its is because i am so &lt;b&gt;FREAKED OUT&lt;/b&gt; i am &lt;b&gt;FROZEN WITH FEAR&lt;/b&gt;! like yeah i will move and &lt;b&gt;RISK&lt;/b&gt; messing up the procdures?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;truth is after the operation... i was worse than a gerd.. my face was not only swollen it was so swollen it was FREAKY ! it was UNREAL! really! i am &lt;b&gt;NOT EXAGERRATING!&lt;/b&gt; ppl who have had thier wisdom teeth removed would look at me and think &lt;b&gt;OMG EIS HADA!!!&lt;/b&gt; it looked like somone photoshoped my face to stretch my cheeks ! when people saw me they would GASP! or just STARE with Shock then laugh !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that my dears is my wisdom teeth removal experience that i never shared here. and should have because it was a a &lt;b&gt;MAJOR&lt;/b&gt; event! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;translation = gerd= monkey in jordanian.. and i still dont understand his lovely metaphor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1063782366"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1063782367"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-4717881250768935324?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4717881250768935324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4717881250768935324' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4717881250768935324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4717881250768935324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-wisdom-teeth-removal-experience-last.html' title='My Wisdom Teeth Removal Experience( Last Summer)'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TTUQErw2R5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/OebW32CMsj8/s72-c/WOSDO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3856376098631523623</id><published>2011-01-12T06:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T06:04:46.823+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khirfan sheep love romance'/><title type='text'>Dino (hearts) khirfan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TS0TVOBXyaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/njv8xLlfczE/s1600/kharoof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="381" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TS0TVOBXyaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/njv8xLlfczE/s400/kharoof.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For a long time i was obsessed with bagar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Till i met you one day behind the shagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You were a bit stinky but aren't we all at times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At least you are the star of many nursery rhymes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You said something i will never forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You said "baaaaa2" and it sounded like a threat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I knew you found about what i ate on EID &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but please forgive me but it was yummy indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I promise on eating less bagar and khirfan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybe more chicken and betenggan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i fear that someday ill meet a cute chicken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i need a new hobby maybe ill start pumpkin pickin:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;translation : khirfan = sheep, bagar - cows, betengaan- shagar-trees, egg plant, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/13731624-3856376098631523623?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3856376098631523623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3856376098631523623' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3856376098631523623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3856376098631523623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/dino-hearts-khirfan.html' title='Dino (hearts) khirfan'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TS0TVOBXyaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/njv8xLlfczE/s72-c/kharoof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2792734740915291898</id><published>2011-01-12T00:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:42:24.941+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shibshib shabasheb shoes flying shoes parenting'/><title type='text'>Old Post About Shabashib!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/1600/COWBOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/COWBOY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking back at my blog and reading old posts and i came across this post ! and well here i am reposting it again because i love the cartoon :P ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;background music.. * from an old cowboy movie when the two cowboys are about to shoot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tan na na na na naaa naaaa naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/i&gt;&amp;lt;--- cowboy song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an arab... and you are reading this you might relate to what im about to say... imagine you as a kid sitting in a room and you did something wrong... your dad sees you and although he is far away... he has no problem aiming his shoe at you LOOOL ... heheh ok maybe im sharing too much info... but i remember in school when all the kids would gather around in the break and share thier &lt;b&gt;"PIZZA" "Za3tar"&lt;/b&gt; CHips and "ZAKI" drinks we would all share these sort of stories... so I KNOw im not alone! so just Confess that at some point in your life there was a shibshib throw at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is why.... &lt;b&gt;WHY... do ARAB DAD'S USE SHOES as WEAPONS?&lt;/b&gt; hahahha its like when someone says lets go to "BATTA" or "SHOE CITY" i hesitate... &lt;i&gt;*dino twitches as she imagines NEW shoes flying in the air. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never look at shoes the same way again... thank u baba habeebi lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad those days are over!! sadly i kind of miss the adventures.. it was like being in the &lt;b&gt;MATRIX..&lt;/b&gt;.. everything would go into slow motion.. &lt;b&gt;SHOE IN THE AIR&lt;/b&gt;...*dinos back bends like its made out of rubber as she dodges the shoes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok mom is reading this... ops.. my dad never threw anything at me but fly kisses when i went to school everyday :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dino$ RUns B4 someone refreshes her SHIB SHIB memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;( after reading this post all i can think of is i wish baba was well again and he can throw as many shabasheb and shoes he wants at me all day as long as he is okay! Allah yeshfeek ya baba il kondara minak 3assallllllll ) romanseyeh ana lil ghayeh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2792734740915291898?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2792734740915291898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2792734740915291898' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2792734740915291898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2792734740915291898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-post-about-shabashib.html' title='Old Post About Shabashib!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-541287719723770884</id><published>2011-01-10T07:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:56:01.712+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing travelling 3ajga'/><title type='text'>Packing Packing Packing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSqNXuswLFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Qy-4Aviyc3s/s1600/packing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSqNXuswLFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Qy-4Aviyc3s/s400/packing.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we are leaving the states SOON! its been 3 months ALREADY?! I have already packed almost everything then i remembered i still have 1 more week in atlanta! so what will i wear?! ofcourse.. i decide to wear the outfit found in the bottom end of the bag making the whole packing process unecessary because by taking it out i just messed up all the clothes :S And well as if packing was not hard enough before now i have to pack and as soon as i look away lulu takes out all the clothes i put it and so on.. so pretty much it took me a whole day to pack 2 bags! ana ba7ot lulu bitsheel! (i put something in lulu takes something out) and somehow your bag wont fit all ur clothes and you try to keep it shut by sitting on it and well eventually it does CLOSE! but what about the weight limit?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*dinos husband asks dino " you do know you only have 30kg per bag?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dino looks up&amp;nbsp; : *GULP*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway i just feel travelling in general makes people stressful and you start worrying if you forgot something and usually i DO forget many things. Oh no i can't even think of the trip on the plane! i wonder who will i be sitting next to this time! its like every trip i sit and pray that the seats next to me are empty but ofcourse usually i end up sitting next to someone who is either SICk and coughs pretty much all the way and gives me a lovely virus take-away gift. or i end up next to a mother with a baby that wont stay quiet and wakes up my lulee and i just get frustrated and want to give her baby advil or something! Or i end up sitting next to someone that smells like either sweat, intense food spices, other lovely odors or all of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway... lets just hope this trip lulu doesnt decide to poop 5 times and maybe decides to sleep for 16 hours? I hope she doesnt cry or make a mess. i hope this trip goes smoothly and we get back to DUBAI! I MISS YOU DUBAI! i will miss amreeka sheeka beeka but Dubai Dar il 7ay&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Inshala we settle soon!! no more Ibn Batoota life unless if its visiting ibn batoota mall in dubai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/13731624-541287719723770884?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/541287719723770884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=541287719723770884' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/541287719723770884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/541287719723770884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/packing-packing-packing.html' title='Packing Packing Packing!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSqNXuswLFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Qy-4Aviyc3s/s72-c/packing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6598370833005904139</id><published>2011-01-07T06:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:52:43.600+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetic surgery poem balawee bateekh asfar'/><title type='text'>2 Shawerma &amp; 1 Cosmetic Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSaAGSKNI4I/AAAAAAAAA-g/BIlEEHdrwBo/s1600/COSMETIC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSaAGSKNI4I/AAAAAAAAA-g/BIlEEHdrwBo/s400/COSMETIC.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how common plastic surgery is today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not against it but i have to say,&lt;br /&gt;Sometime its successful and you might look better,&lt;br /&gt;other times all i can say is "YAAA SAAAATTER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces and bodies stretched and injected with balawee&lt;br /&gt;Stuck with one facial expression for life! ya lahwee&lt;br /&gt;Bits Added Others removed or moved to another area&lt;br /&gt;after a while it turns into cosmetic hysteria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your aim is to get the lu3beh "barbie" feel&lt;br /&gt;let me remind you she is not real&lt;br /&gt;She is made out of plastic&lt;br /&gt;So please be realistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an extreme need for a cosmetic surgery its different &lt;br /&gt;So if im offending anyone that is not what i meant&lt;br /&gt;I am just saying from what i see on TV &amp;amp; some actors&lt;br /&gt;too much surrgeries can lead to many disturbing factors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i am saying is that im not against it totally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe one day ill tuck in my after pregnancy belly :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its just weird to see how common it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woman after woman getting a new size ....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure one day i will be ordering something to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a sign will say " buy 2 shawermas get one free surgery! our treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its like 1 out of every 5 people i meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has had some sort of cosmetic tazbee6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6598370833005904139?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6598370833005904139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6598370833005904139' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6598370833005904139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6598370833005904139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-shawerma-1-cosmetic-surgery.html' title='2 Shawerma &amp; 1 Cosmetic Surgery'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSaAGSKNI4I/AAAAAAAAA-g/BIlEEHdrwBo/s72-c/COSMETIC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2697534782857770830</id><published>2011-01-03T18:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:59:17.607+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Not MAde about getting a Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSFGueTSPoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/oYtS4rMBixI/s1600/maid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSFJ4HCCJDI/AAAAAAAAA-c/mhUGpTYpdbI/s1600/maid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSFJ4HCCJDI/AAAAAAAAA-c/mhUGpTYpdbI/s400/maid.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSFGueTSPoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/oYtS4rMBixI/s1600/maid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After adding &lt;i&gt;" getting a Maid"&lt;/i&gt; to my wishlist of &lt;b&gt;2011&lt;/b&gt; I got a few comments from people who are totally against the idea. And well i also refused to get a maid before as i want to be the one raising my kids and i dont want to bring a stranger into my home and take away my freedom and let her in on our private lives. its impossible to stop someone who lives with you from knowing details about your personal private life. And ofcourse the idea of trusting someone with your kids even for a few minutes alone. Its a scary world out there and i have heard a lot of scary stories about maids and i believe it is risky and you can never know a person well enough to trust them. I dont even trust some family members to be left alone with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i know that if you leave ur kids with a maid thier arabic will be more like pilipeeno arabic or indonesian arabic. &lt;b&gt;"ana fe 7ubii inta mama"&lt;/b&gt; translation " i love u"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remember the part time maid that used to come clean my house always shared unwanted gossip she would say "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; haada mama fe bayt awal sawee fighting ma3 baabaa 3asan howa fe shurub kteeer" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;translation "&lt;i&gt; the lady in the house i was cleaning before had a fight with her husband and he was drinking"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I dunno.. i still am not sure if i will get a maid one day but its risky and truth is sometimes you are so desperate that you are willing to take your chances. Mommies out there what are your experiences and thoughts on this subject?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. in this cartoon i am not beating up the maid i am protecting her from the drama :P and yes i usually am this tall next to any maid. actually not only maids lots of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/13731624-2697534782857770830?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2697534782857770830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2697534782857770830' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2697534782857770830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2697534782857770830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/mind-not-made-about-getting-maid.html' title='Mind Not MAde about getting a Maid'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TSFJ4HCCJDI/AAAAAAAAA-c/mhUGpTYpdbI/s72-c/maid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2636393987668327992</id><published>2011-01-01T06:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:16:48.653+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years resolutions todo list'/><title type='text'>My New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TR6cHMPBfiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LTNU8il_jUY/s1600/todolist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TR6cHMPBfiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LTNU8il_jUY/s400/todolist.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First of all let me wish you all a happy new year! Its 2011 already! i just got the hang of writing 2010 !i look back at 2009 and all i can think of is my lulu. she was born and pretty much i feel all the years after will always revolve around her. Now that its a new year I think of all the things i wanted to do and how every year i have hopes the by the next year i will reach my previous years goals! And well... truth is that &lt;b&gt;"TO DO LIST"&lt;/b&gt; just seems to be getting longer and longer and by the end of each year i look at that list and i think the same list can be called &lt;b&gt;"DEPRESS YOURSELF"&lt;/b&gt; list. i look at all the things i DID NOT do. The things i did not achieve. but well. there is always hope for next year right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So here are 10 my new years resolutions :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. I want to focus on a goal and work on achieving it instead of thinking of so many ideas and starting with them and never taking them to the next level. Maybe i will finally focus on designing and publishing my own book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Learn how to animate better animations and publishing them on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. I will workout at least 2-3 times a week. even if its from home. because i feel like the pillsbury dough boy! Mujarad 3ajeen no muscles! *waves arm in the arm and sees the jiggly kalabeez flag *faints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. I will potty train LULU. Take away the &lt;b&gt;PACIFIER &lt;/b&gt;&amp;amp; also start letting her sleep in her in her own room. &lt;b&gt;PRAY FOR ME. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. I will have more realistic goals and dreams! yes i have to accept that i might never save a whale or be a superhero :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. I will not talk about what does not concern me no matter how tempting it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. I will never try to change lulus diaper while she is standing up! Also when i do put her diaper on make sure its closed really tightly incase if it falls off when she is running in public :S! wait wait.. &lt;b&gt;POTTY TRAIN LULU ! NO MORE DIAPERS.. &lt;/b&gt;*dino nods in fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8. I will try to teach lulu more useful words other than "kahkah" " tatooz" (_/_)&amp;nbsp; &lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9. I will get a maid inshala this year and then i will give her a big bear hug when she arrives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;10. I will to think before i talk, blog, facebook or tweet. :Poh and i will always check the laundry basket for any electornic devices before putting the clothes in the luandry. wouldnt want to wash my husbands phone again :S that also applies to the dryer :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and here is the new years theme video! i will never get sick of this guy hahahha that is the attitude we should all have this new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c71RCAyLS1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c71RCAyLS1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2636393987668327992?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2636393987668327992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2636393987668327992' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2636393987668327992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2636393987668327992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TR6cHMPBfiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LTNU8il_jUY/s72-c/todolist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4895806092192283742</id><published>2010-12-30T06:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T06:17:14.478+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bala3t daboos drama hospital funny swallowingpin'/><title type='text'>The Day i Swallowed Daboos ( a pin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRv0dxliefI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4m2O-isRwrE/s1600/dabooos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRv0dxliefI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4m2O-isRwrE/s320/dabooos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well there are so many funny stories but i think most can't be shared on this blog... but i remembered something that happened to me that i posted here a long time ago and well for those who are new readers on this blog you must have missed this... so here is the post :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Where was i the last 2 days? Hmmm not really wedding planning... i was in the hospital.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... again i have a weird experence to share... things like this &lt;b&gt;ONLY&lt;/b&gt; happen to ME... i &lt;b&gt;SWALLOWED A PIN&lt;/b&gt;!!! Out of the many things a person can choke on or swallow by mistake.. &lt;b&gt;COINS,FLYS,BONES,RINGS,EARINGS&lt;/b&gt;!!!! i swallow... &lt;b&gt;A PIN&lt;/b&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How u may ask... let me explain... i was fixing my hijjab with pins.. so that it doesnt fly with every slight gush of wind . i was talking to my friend Aloosh with the pin in my mouth.. then i think i &lt;b&gt;GASPED&lt;/b&gt; at something either she or i said... or just breathed in slightly... then &lt;b&gt;GULP!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dinos looks at alia with eyes full of SHOCK &amp;amp; FEAR &amp;amp; CONFUSION!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*dinos points at throat and then at other pin in the hijjab!! ALIA SAYS " Shooo u dropped it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*alia starts looking on the floor... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;* D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;INO  makes a weird NOISE TRYIN TO GET ALIAs ATTENTION TO HER FACE &amp;amp; points at THROAT.... afraid that if she talks she will die!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALoosh s face now looks like DINAs only she is laughing at DINA now and freaking out as well lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was abt to pray so i freaked out.. i was like pray first or call my mom first.. ( mom is a doctor) so.... after running around in circles not knowing what to do i decided to pray.. cause chances are if i die from this pin i die praying! Then i call my mom ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALO MAMA.. ma tkhafi.. ma tkhafi...BAS BALA3t Dabooooooooos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;( side note : my mom freaks out when there is no reason so you can imagine after telling her i swallowed a PIN)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;story continues....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama :&lt;b&gt; EISH!!DABOOOs!? KEEF!! ??? &lt;/b&gt;( WHAT A PIN HOW?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina :&lt;b&gt; sho 2a3mal ???????&lt;/b&gt; ( WHAT SHOULD I DO?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA : r&lt;b&gt;ooo7i koleeee KHUBZEH!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALooshti runs hysterically to the kitchen throws &lt;b&gt;RGHEEF&lt;/b&gt;( piece of Pitta bread) at me!! i start munching on it like a beggar who hasn't eaten in a year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA: &lt;b&gt;yala&amp;nbsp; ana jay 7akhdik il mustashfa!!&lt;/b&gt; ( im coming to take you to the hospital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are driving to the hospital and ofcourse i could not stay&lt;b&gt; QUIET&lt;/b&gt; the whole time i was making jokes and laughing... id say things like... this will be a &lt;b&gt;NICE BLOG &lt;/b&gt;i was actually running out of TOPICS! lol or "&lt;b&gt; law ino il khubzeh feeha LABANEH or Za3tar kan ithanayt badal ma abla3ha 7aaaf"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hehehe &lt;/b&gt;i was actually pretty hungry before this incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i reach the hospital and all the nurses would &lt;b&gt;LAUGH&lt;/b&gt; when they ask what is wrong...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOM&lt;/b&gt; : " binitee bala3at daboos"( my daughter swallowed a pin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nurses looking around for a toddler... then i wave my hand with an embarassed smile :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nurse trys to hide the laugh... then i see them telling each other and laughing...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then they did an &lt;b&gt;X RAY&lt;/b&gt; and i could see it in my &lt;b&gt;STOMACHE!!&lt;/b&gt;! so they are like we need to make a &lt;b&gt;ENDOSCOPY.&lt;/b&gt;.. i go like.. okay... &lt;b&gt;UNAWARE of what this procedure REALLY MEANT!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor arrives and asks where the patient is... mom says its her.. she says..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt; OH Sorry I WAS LOOKING FOR A 7 year old "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;arghhhhhh :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL nice nice.... any one else want to mock me? aaahahahahah Soooooooo.. any hoooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly they take me to a room... where i wear the operation clothes... and the inject me with something that i think was a &lt;b&gt;anesthetic&lt;/b&gt;... so what i remember was a &lt;b&gt;LONG TUBE WAS SHOVED DOWN MY THROAT!!!&lt;/b&gt; it was more like&lt;b&gt; TREASURE HUNT &lt;/b&gt;in my&lt;b&gt; STOMACHE&lt;/b&gt;!! After i don't know how long i woke up and i dont even remember anything other than i came in and i was shocked to see the had already took out the famous &lt;b&gt;PIN!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also remember that it was fun being pushed around on a bed seeing the hospital lights! And i remember saying lots of weird things after the endoscopy since iwas still under the mukhadir effect! mom said i was dancing at a certain point lol when they asked if i was OKAy i stood up and did a quick NEMRA ( egyptian dance) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like i was high.. not that i know what it feels like heheh but i should not be under any drugs whatso ever because i believe i am naturally high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT WAS A WEIRD EXPERIENCE.&lt;/b&gt;... first thing i said was &lt;b&gt;"7ase fi SANDAL FI ZORI"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(i feel there is a slipper stuck in my throat) hhahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it feels like there is a baby shoe rather than a huge sandal!!! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is i have swallowed a nail in the past... when i was 8.. but this was a first.. the lesson i learnt is.. &lt;b&gt;dont talk when u have pins in your mouth... wait... no its DONT PUT PINS IN YOUR MOUTH!!!&lt;/b&gt; :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-4895806092192283742?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4895806092192283742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4895806092192283742' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4895806092192283742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4895806092192283742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-i-swallowed-daboos-pin.html' title='The Day i Swallowed Daboos ( a pin)'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRv0dxliefI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4m2O-isRwrE/s72-c/dabooos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5788147115792486740</id><published>2010-12-28T21:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:59:25.808+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humus cerelac baba funny story'/><title type='text'>Funny Stories II (Humus wala Cerelac)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRouUmHR3ZI/AAAAAAAAA-I/cyycyl85xdY/s1600/Picture+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRouUmHR3ZI/AAAAAAAAA-I/cyycyl85xdY/s320/Picture+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its turns out my previous funny story got even funnier.. i msged my friend who i thought this story was about and told her to check out the post.. only to find out that she is not the person i am talking about. so till now i am unsure whose engagement i missed i dont even remember if i ended up finding the right party. which brings me to chain of endless stories about my memory loss that causes many many many emabrassing moments. but for today.. i will share the funniest story of my life.. i personally think this is the funniest thing that i have ever expereinced... so let me give you a bit of a background on this story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad.. Allah yishfee.. before he got the stroke was always very serious and well we hardly sat there and talked and made jokes. To me he is like al &lt;b&gt;3ageeed &lt;/b&gt;in &lt;b&gt;baab al 7araa&lt;/b&gt;. i would attempt to make him laugh or say jokes but usually he either did not react or just gave me a look that meant"&lt;b&gt; SHARRRAP" &lt;/b&gt;haha So now knowing that about my dad let me start with what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cerelac.. and before i even had lulu i would sometimes buy it and just make some and slurp away.. so one day i just felt like having cerelac and bought some. apparently it did not taste the way i used to and i didnt like it. So i didnt want to throw it away because growing up i was told any food u throw away will&lt;b&gt; " yil7a2ek yowm al qiyama"&lt;/b&gt; ( follow u on judement day). so i imagined a huge bowl of ceralac running after me and me drowning in cerelac. so i put it in the fridge.. maye ill eat it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NExt day.. i wake up.. to see my dad sitting in the living room. with a troubled look on his face... i ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME :"&lt;b&gt;shu fee?" &lt;/b&gt;(whats wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baba : &lt;b&gt;EISH HADA IL FIL TAALAGEH???&amp;nbsp; fakarto humus 7atyt 3alieh zayt wa ghamastooo &lt;/b&gt;( what was that in the fridge i added olive oil and had some thought it was humus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : &lt;b&gt;*DYing of LAUGHTER&lt;/b&gt; at this point ! &lt;b&gt;BABA !! HADA CERELAAAAAAAAC!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOL so that my dears was the story of how my &lt;b&gt;DAD&lt;/b&gt; ghamas &lt;b&gt;CERELAC.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i have an idea... why dont you share your funny stories here as well? send me a funny story to my email and if i think its very funny ill draw an illustration for it starring you and i will post it here.. so you get to get a free cartoon of yourself and ofcourse you get to be feaured in my BLOJ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-5788147115792486740?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5788147115792486740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5788147115792486740' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5788147115792486740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5788147115792486740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-stories-ii-humus-wala-cerelac.html' title='Funny Stories II (Humus wala Cerelac)'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRouUmHR3ZI/AAAAAAAAA-I/cyycyl85xdY/s72-c/Picture+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-8901376969631991715</id><published>2010-12-27T04:59:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:36:04.636+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stories weddings engagments'/><title type='text'>Funny Stories 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRgltukYnsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ujuGBrbckC0/s1600/lol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRgltukYnsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ujuGBrbckC0/s400/lol.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRgVSA-p_6I/AAAAAAAAA-A/z6QCkcC_qHA/s1600/lol+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRfveQWXquI/AAAAAAAAA98/Fh0fz0WoHl0/s1600/lol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So im in a silly mood and well i started remembering some really funny things that happened in my life and i thought maybe id share a few laughs. ofcourse one post would not be enough because a lot of hilarious things have happened in my life. So ill just divide it to more than one post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;many summers ago i was in jordan. And ofcourse jordan + summer = 10000 weddings &amp;amp; engagements! and me being single then i would attend them not only for the free food but because i was told that was the place to be to get (3rsaaan) (husbands) :P soo i was told to always make sure the camera man focuses on me and then ofcourse my hand that &lt;b&gt;HAS NO RING ON IT!&lt;/b&gt; :S haha Truth is the camera man &lt;b&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/b&gt; comes when i am laughing out loud or making a &lt;b&gt;CRAZY&lt;/b&gt; face! i make faces when i talk and well in conclusion im sure people who watch the wedding tapes will ask who i was becaues i usually look a bit &lt;b&gt;Seeeko seeeeekoooooooo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;yeah that is not soo funny that is not my story.... The story is... so in jordan and 1000 weddings i was on my way to my friends engagment or&amp;nbsp; katb ktab party. she mentioned it was in abdoon. and that i would see lots of cars parked outside and i would hear the&lt;b&gt; ZAFFEH!&lt;/b&gt; i was not sure where i was and my phone decided to&lt;b&gt; DIE&lt;/b&gt; so i had to just figure it out for myself...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i saw cars... &lt;b&gt;HEARD&lt;/b&gt; zaffeh.. same area.. &lt;b&gt;CHECK... CHECK&lt;/b&gt;.. i went in.. and apparently i entered the &lt;b&gt;MALE PARTY ROOM&lt;/b&gt;.. i remember there was a shiekh there and it was just the most awkward moment ever..so i had to be lead into the ladies party... so well how embarassing.. i go in.. lots of woman clapping dancing.. the usual.. what was unusual was... i did not KNOW ANY1.. still being the slow person that i am.. i was convinced that maybe she invited all her family and only me from UNI so i just started clapping and waiting for the bride to come in... Lady standing next to me, who could have been the brides MOM.. so&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i say... " &lt;b&gt;IT IS Doaas ENGAGEMENT right?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Lady's smile turned into a confused more serious look and said &lt;b&gt;" NO its LINAS engagment"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dino Runs Off... and that my dear readers was the story of how i went to a strangers engagement .. i even remember having a drink :P hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;share your stories.. i will be posting more soon! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And regarding the cartoon.. i was about to post another story that was more relevant to this cartoon then i changed my post since my last post was already too smelly! haha so next time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-8901376969631991715?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8901376969631991715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=8901376969631991715' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8901376969631991715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8901376969631991715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-stories-1.html' title='Funny Stories 1'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRgltukYnsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ujuGBrbckC0/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3797897214043974285</id><published>2010-12-26T02:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T03:56:55.052+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poopie poop babies toddlers potty training diaper changing kaka gala3ee6 smelly'/><title type='text'>Pooopie Disasters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRZ3zjF54qI/AAAAAAAAA94/U0SY7qR5jxw/s1600/n630305580_4855448_1983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRZ3zjF54qI/AAAAAAAAA94/U0SY7qR5jxw/s400/n630305580_4855448_1983.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am sorry i am posting an old cartoon i have been baking all day i made cheese and spinach fatayer. And ofcourse somehow i forget the pan is hot after i take it out and try to pick it up without a glove and now i am typing with major burns on my right hand. bravo ya dina ya fal7a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so i did no have time to draw a new illustration and my right hand ma7rooooga ( is burnt ) but the truth is even if i did illustrate something for this blog it would look pretty similar as we are in th same topic... poopies.. yes... as lulu would say &lt;b&gt;"kkkkuhhh kaaaaaaa"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a time... before i got married.. when i was still not used to diaper changing. a time where i was so disgusted from the sink drain. You know how after you do he dishes you pull up your sleeve and pick up all the laghawees that are clogging up the drain. well there was a time i refused to do that because to me that was.&lt;b&gt;. Ya3333ooooooo Ewwww&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i must say looking back i believe i was daloo3a! (acting spoilt) ! First day lulu was born.. she pooped into my hand. and then it got on my white shirt. and lets just say that was not the last time that happened. And now lulu is almost 2 years and i plan on potty training her as soon as she turns 2 and well for now it just gets more and more challenging to change her diapers! she refuses to sit down. Runs around and sometimes falls on her soiled (_/_) and well today was one of those days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i washed lulu up threw away her poopie diaper and i thought that i did a pretty good job at poopie control! SO&amp;nbsp; she ran out of the bathroom and climbed on the bed ( no pampers on yet) jumping up and down and i noticed a little brown spot on the &lt;b&gt;BED SHEEtS&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;b&gt;LAAAAAAA2aa&lt;/b&gt;! but i cleaned her so well!!! until i noticed something even more horrifying... lulus FINGER was... the color.. of... yes. yes she apparently had put her finger in a very dark place lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ne way.. sheets are in the wash.. finger situation under control.. and that my dear readers is just a glimpse of what i deal with now.. ya ma7laa il sink laghawees.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so im guessing this is a very smelly post :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/13731624-3797897214043974285?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3797897214043974285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3797897214043974285' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3797897214043974285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3797897214043974285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/pooopie-disasters.html' title='Pooopie Disasters!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRZ3zjF54qI/AAAAAAAAA94/U0SY7qR5jxw/s72-c/n630305580_4855448_1983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-8773367730951945251</id><published>2010-12-25T06:48:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:04:41.826+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries fears questions faith in God Islam'/><title type='text'>Constant Fears, Worries, Questions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRVloS_ZU5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/dJoKZ5TVqv8/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRVloS_ZU5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/dJoKZ5TVqv8/s400/Picture+2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; never used to worry this much before... i think the older you get the more your responsibilities the more your worries, your fears. I remember the many things i used to wonder about before i got married. The many questions i know have the answers to while i have more questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;arising every single day&lt;/span&gt;..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All my life i have been asking questions...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Will i pass this course? Will i graduate? Will i ever get married? Will i ever meet &lt;b&gt;"the One"&lt;/b&gt;? Where will i meet il &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt;!? Will i get the Job?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Then i did get married and then i thought Will i be a good wife? Will i learn how to cook? Will i ever be a &lt;b&gt;MOM&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;then lulu arrived and now im thinking Am i good mom? Will i be able to raise her to grow up with no psychological problems! Will she grow up to be my best friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Now im thinking inshala if i ever do get more children.. will i ever be able to &lt;b&gt;Manage&lt;/b&gt;?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel all those questions we ask.. eventually we do get our answers and things do work out for the best. And when things dont go as planned and we are disappointed. we get over it eventually. so i decided from today.. i will stop worrying. stop wondering. and awakal 3ala Allah. ( rely on Allah) He knows what is best and there is no use in worrying about things before they happen. No use in worrying about things that i can't change. Just Pray that &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; will bring what is best for all and accept that even the bad that happens is part of Gods plan for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-8773367730951945251?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8773367730951945251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=8773367730951945251' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8773367730951945251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8773367730951945251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/constant-fears-worries-questions.html' title='Constant Fears, Worries, Questions..'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRVloS_ZU5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/dJoKZ5TVqv8/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6500321219359707144</id><published>2010-12-23T04:39:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:21:08.877+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype down chatting'/><title type='text'>I Frown when Skype is Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRKvdn5Fl4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/X-sKx0H-zQc/s1600/skype.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRKvdn5Fl4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/X-sKx0H-zQc/s400/skype.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553694213960734594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So millions of skype users around the world simultaneously cursed at their computers thinking the problem was with the computer. then they assumed the connection was not so great.. only to find out that  down all day! Click &lt;a href="http://blogs.wsj.com/digits/2010/12/22/skype-down-for-millions-of-users/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more info about what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i started thinking of this program skype. Millions of users use it everyday to me its a daily routine. i wake up check if my mom or my mother in law is online and we skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it usually goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me : " ALoooo yummmaaa ALOO sam3aanii"  &lt;/span&gt;( Can u hear me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom : AAAH bas fesh SOORA"&lt;/span&gt; ( yes but there is no IMAGE showing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me : 6ayeb 6ayebb irja3ee 2a3malee restart &lt;/span&gt;( restart skpe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom : 2eish eissh 2a3maal? &lt;/span&gt;(what what do i do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me : ikbeseee il muraba3 il a7mar wa sakreee wa irja3ee ifta7eee &lt;/span&gt;(press the red box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom : fesh muraba3 wayn aroooo7 &lt;/span&gt;( there is no red box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me : *bangs head on computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom : aaaah hayoo hayooooo &lt;/span&gt;( i found it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suddenly picture appears with... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SOUND... &lt;/span&gt;yee 3alieeenaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually my mother did get the hang of Skype but this also happens with my mother in law, and its so funny and its not because they dont know how to use skype but it sometimes gets stuck .:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i used to look in the mirror and fix myself up a bit before letting ppl see my crazy morning hair and funny PJ'S with cows and sheep all over them. Then i realized that i wont be able to pull it off if i skype everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few skype calls i just don't want to get all dressed up at home . I know skype makes you feel like whoever is talking to you is in your home but still its ok i choose to wear my comfy PJS.  I can never manage to get the house clean so whoever is talking to me will accept that the house is messy in the morning before i take care of the lulu tornado. She is like the little tazmanian devil cartoon. you know how he just goes around in circles ruining everything he passes by! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mostly everyone wants to skype now to see lulu do her new dance moves or talk her cute talk. No one does that for me! I have a few good dance moves * dino does robotic dance and attempts to do the micheal jackson moonwalk... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*somebody laughs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! not funny :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6500321219359707144?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6500321219359707144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6500321219359707144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6500321219359707144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6500321219359707144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-frown-when-skype-down-d.html' title='I Frown when Skype is Down'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRKvdn5Fl4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/X-sKx0H-zQc/s72-c/skype.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3385870788357047106</id><published>2010-12-22T01:52:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T04:45:36.425+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate chocoholic cake baby lulu funny'/><title type='text'>Thocooootaaaaataaaa yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TREwAARcLWI/AAAAAAAAA9M/xMZc1nCc8wc/s1600/PC070001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TREwAARcLWI/AAAAAAAAA9M/xMZc1nCc8wc/s400/PC070001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553272592155815266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thocotata.. is what lulu calls "chocolate".. she sometimes wakes up in the morning and the first thing she says is " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THOCOTATA&lt;/span&gt;" continuously and this goes on for a few minutes.. i cant say i am surprised as her mommy is a chocoholic and ofcourse i too think of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; thocotata&lt;/span&gt; when i wake up. Sometimes i am too lazy to get out of bed and i remember that the day before we bought the yummiest chocolate croissants and i just jump out of bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click here to hear my lulu saying thocotata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2010/12/23/3044082/thocotat.mp3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2010/12/23/3044082/thocotat.mp3"&gt;thocotat.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that took my hubby a while to adjust to. For a while i think he didnt realize how intense my chocolate cravings can get. I remember once he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huzbandee&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meen bit7ubi aktar ana wala il chocolata?"&lt;/span&gt; ( who do you love more me or chocolate?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : silence * looks down shuffling feet *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huzbandee&lt;/span&gt; : shocked look on face that i still did not answer the simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : The beauty of this world is that i will never have to make this choice. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;runs off before she gets another challenging question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolate so much... i will write a poem now on the spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THocotata Thocotata i love you with all heart..(my galb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without you there  is no sun.. darkness in a room with a burnt light bulb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You bring me joy and sometimes make me fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But its okay i still love you inspite of all of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You complete me and are always there in times of stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And most of all you are there when us woman have PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh no.. i dont think i will fit in my new dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe ill go to the gym or ill just play Chess&lt;/span&gt;! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i made that cake and it looks better than it tasted :S haha well it was not that bad but it was a bit dry! i love moist chocolate cakes.. *drools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-3385870788357047106?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3385870788357047106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3385870788357047106' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3385870788357047106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3385870788357047106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/thocooootaaaaataaaa-yummy.html' title='Thocooootaaaaataaaa yummy'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TREwAARcLWI/AAAAAAAAA9M/xMZc1nCc8wc/s72-c/PC070001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-8944972592697661746</id><published>2010-12-21T04:43:00.018+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:00:24.057+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old blogging history of blogger blogger'/><title type='text'>Old Blogging Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAOsZE_LEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/QpySxNjUHi4/s1600/lulusheesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAODoNEzwI/AAAAAAAAA8k/9ILoQrIkExg/s1600/lulusheesha.jpg"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAHeWGSsHI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Km6G0aDZNXo/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAHeWGSsHI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Km6G0aDZNXo/s400/Picture%2B3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552946558457262194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. i just spent the past hour going through my old posts and its like reading my diary. it brought back smiles and tears and its like reliving memories. I dont even remember how i started but for sure i never thought then that i would be blogging for the next 5 years! this pic i posted is a screen shot of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST  &lt;/span&gt;i ever got on my first post .. a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPAM&lt;/span&gt; msg.. that i actually replied to because i had no idea it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPAM&lt;/span&gt; lol love the anonymous comment here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAMmv0a6cI/AAAAAAAAA8c/b2s9sajwLOM/s1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAMmv0a6cI/AAAAAAAAA8c/b2s9sajwLOM/s400/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552952200358717890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. so much to say.. i used to write and hardly anyone read my posts so i just wrote anything i felt like writing. Soon i had followers and people i know from real life started reading my blog and i love that i love having readers. what i dont love is that this causes a  lot of necessary &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRAMA&lt;/span&gt;!  like i post some random thought and the next day i find someone m2ate3ni and does not want to talk to me anymore :S I am generally an open person.. for EX... i shared my life with my readers. the good the bad, the sad and ofcourse the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CRAZY&lt;/span&gt; . some say i share too much and that i shouldnt and now i try to keep my blogs more general and not personal. i shared my 3ersan stories and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i found myself here. after blogging for a while i decided to try illustrating cartoons for my posts and stories and that was when i introduced my famous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bagoora"&lt;/span&gt;. who is actually my imaginary cow friend who is there for me always. the story behind the cow love is &lt;a href="http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2006/11/reon-i-love-cow.html"&gt;here.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me realize that i love illustrating and now i am working on becoming better in animations as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bagoora was a big hit.. lots of fans and followrs loved her.. but i admit once i got married i broke her heart and she found herself a husband 6owr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAKMoLZXlI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Cr4VQZEMwv8/s1600/Picture%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAKMoLZXlI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Cr4VQZEMwv8/s400/Picture%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552949552607747666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the events that happened in the past 5 years. i started this blog single, depressed and jobless. then i found a job and in 2007 got married. this was a funny &lt;a href="http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2006/03/rotten-apple.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; i wrote in my single days on how i felt then :P i also shared how it was like to be a newly wed with my cooking adeventures ( burns, slips in the kitchen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAPrMpLwDI/AAAAAAAAA80/xanGWitAonc/s1600/falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAPrMpLwDI/AAAAAAAAA80/xanGWitAonc/s400/falling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552955575350575154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also shared my sadness as well.. a 3 years ago my dad had a stroke and i thank all my blog readers for standing by me with thier prayers. never underestimate how simple kind words can affect another person. Al hamdulilah he is stable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAOsZE_LEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/QpySxNjUHi4/s1600/lulusheesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAOsZE_LEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/QpySxNjUHi4/s400/lulusheesha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552954496356658242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway so then i shared my wedding with you all.. then i blogged while i was pregnant updating everyone on my pregnancy and drawing cartoons of how i imagined lulu with a &lt;a href="http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt; for each post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRARUlP-TUI/AAAAAAAAA88/Fr6CCK8zHgM/s1600/DOONILULU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRARUlP-TUI/AAAAAAAAA88/Fr6CCK8zHgM/s400/DOONILULU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552957385841986882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And now i am sharing my experience being a new mom and sharing my stories with lulu :) my now 20 month year old daughter! Wow lulu will be 2 soon! i admit i stopped blogging for a while as i was overwhelmed with being a new mother but now i am back on track ! will 2agrefkum with my blog posts and cartoons! working on an animation right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion.. i feel  deciding to blog has been the best decision i ever made... i have gotten to know a lot of amazing people like &lt;a href="http://hamdanism.wordpress.com/"&gt;Abed&lt;/a&gt;  who is funny and only speaks (jawaher) also very active on twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kinziblogs.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kinzi &lt;/a&gt;a person who makes your heart all warm and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oeliwat.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ola &lt;/a&gt;with her lovely posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maioush.com/"&gt;Maioosh&lt;/a&gt; who is an amazing person, a new mom like me now who is married to another blogger  &lt;a href="http://blog.sweetestmemories.com/"&gt;Qwaider.&lt;/a&gt; Not to forget to mention mr &lt;a href="http://www.abuelsharif.com/"&gt;Abulsharif&lt;/a&gt;  and his batata tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halawa-o.blogspot.com/"&gt;Halawa &lt;/a&gt;who is the most hilarious person to tweet with :P Other ppl i have followed for a long time are&lt;a href="http://muoffaq.qabbani.net/"&gt;Mqabbani&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blog.jarofjuice.com/"&gt;KJ &lt;/a&gt;( who has an amazing photography blog as well), &lt;a href="http://irrelevantcombinations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mzaher&lt;/a&gt; ( my old friend from uni and brother of one of my best friends who is like a sis to me which makes him technically my brother ). Other cool people i got to know a little are &lt;a href="http://ghasseel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Malaget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ghasseel.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ghaseel &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://orientalsoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;SimSim&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a href="http://pandimasbox.wordpress.com/"&gt; Damdoom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots who used to comment here i still remember but they no longer have blogs. Im sorry if i forgot to mention people i am sure i have. Thank you all for making this blog possible. If i didnt have followers or readers i probably would have never come this far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.. Group Hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-8944972592697661746?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8944972592697661746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=8944972592697661746' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8944972592697661746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8944972592697661746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-blogging-days.html' title='Old Blogging Days!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TRAHeWGSsHI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Km6G0aDZNXo/s72-c/Picture%2B3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3673064267548680936</id><published>2010-12-20T19:08:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:01:01.043+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish love fish in the sea'/><title type='text'>Plenty of fish in the Sea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TQ-BXefATGI/AAAAAAAAA78/ayIEqjANUgg/s1600/fishies%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TQ-BXefATGI/AAAAAAAAA78/ayIEqjANUgg/s400/fishies%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552799105891191906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we all have heard the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" plenty of fish in the sea"&lt;/span&gt; metaphor at some point in our life. And i must say yes there are a lot of fish in the sea but there are also a lot of fish that are now extinct. And sometimes the fish you find is a rare fish that is not found very often. So when someone is depressed or just feels like they lost someone special. Don't use this metaphor to make them feel better. imagine you are out fishing and just caught a really huge and rare fish! you are so happy and suddenly it jumps out of your hand and back in the sea. There are a lot of fish in in the sea is not what you want to hear right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There could be a lot of fish in the sea but unless if you are aiming on having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mermaid&lt;/span&gt; children that is not a comforting thought. So.. instead i will say to all those amazing single ladies  out there looking for their special fishie .. you dont need to go fishing. because usually you will be disappointed as the fish you thought you caught, after pulling at it so hard turns out to be a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kundara"&lt;/span&gt;(shoe). So just live your days as they come don't try to make things happen and let Gods plan take action because He knows what is best. There are a lot of good people out there and some actually dont even smell like fish :P&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/13731624-3673064267548680936?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3673064267548680936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3673064267548680936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3673064267548680936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3673064267548680936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/plenty-of-fish-in-sea.html' title='Plenty of fish in the Sea?'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TQ-BXefATGI/AAAAAAAAA78/ayIEqjANUgg/s72-c/fishies%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6275636262189862313</id><published>2010-12-18T18:30:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T05:59:51.084+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choking freaking out motherhood'/><title type='text'>LULU gave me a HEART ATTACK!</title><content type='html'>omg omg omg... galbi... i cant explain the feeling.. never been so scared in my life! I was in the bathroom about to take a shower... and i heard lulu cough outside. my hubby was outside so i thought he was with her. apparently she was in the room alone and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOKING!!! &lt;/span&gt;i ran out like hysterically only to find she is still CHOKING! i had no idea what she was choking on! and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO&lt;/span&gt;! i heard you should flip your kid upside down or put your finger in to try to get what she is choking on. And well i know kids will choke on things and will always put things in their mouths but this time it was a long choke! And in that half a minute i felt so helpless and scared. like my world could end in a second.My hubby was there too and glad he was calmer than be because i was screaming my head off like a scene from an egyptian movie where the lady is screaming as her house is collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. finally she is either swallowed it or spit it out and i just started crying.all i can say is al hamdulilah. and i got an answer to a question i always wondered about. well growing up hearing stories about judgement day and how we all are goin to be butt naked! i used to think omg so won be stare at each other ? wont we feel weird... answer is... you wont even notice because you will be so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKED OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember choking many times and once some lady came to me and started pulling my ears down! i was like then not only choking. but choking and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONFUSED&lt;/span&gt;! Another time i was at my cousins house and thier maid saw me choking and started moving my arms up and down as if i was flying or like she is trying to turn me into an old water pump where water will suddenly start coming out of my mouth like a water fountain. Maybe those acts were based on some researches or studies but i just was confused. As confused as i was when i bumped my head in school and they had a pievce of bread on my head to stop the swelling. heard ( batata) poatatoes stop swelling as well. So good thing in those edible remedies you can use them and then eat them :P ya3ooo :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6275636262189862313?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6275636262189862313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6275636262189862313' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6275636262189862313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6275636262189862313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/lulu-gave-me-heart-attack.html' title='LULU gave me a HEART ATTACK!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-9084524761096006052</id><published>2010-12-16T19:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:00:44.688+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals voice over hilarious'/><title type='text'>Funny Animals A MUST SEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ssXJtzFOjA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ssXJtzFOjA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the giraffes are my favorites !! LOVE THIS! And reminds me of the time i got bit by a squirrel! i dont know how many have been bitten by a squirrel but im sure there are not many out there! I cant say i didnt expect it. these things only happen to meeeee. so incase if you are amused by squirrels like me. i used to live in kuwait jordan and dubai.. a squirrel is not an animal you see running around. you will see lots of camels and maybe stray cats. omg reminds me of egypt&amp;amp;jordanand the stray cats there! they are like a little cat mob that wait for you to open the door and then gather like they are in line for bread or 2a6ayef in ramadan! some have a missing foot or a missing tail or eye... i sometimes feed them because i am afraid of the consequences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i keep jumping from subject to subject.. so moral of the story if you want to feed a squirrel do not pose for a picture while you do it. the squirrel will not like waiting and ofcourse it would be a great idea to actually have something they actually eat instead of a nutshell u picked up from the floor :S i just wanted it to come my way... i guess the squirrel didnt like that i fooled him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-9084524761096006052?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/9084524761096006052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=9084524761096006052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/9084524761096006052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/9084524761096006052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-animals-must-see.html' title='Funny Animals A MUST SEE!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-8328039593449074698</id><published>2010-12-16T05:39:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:01:18.546+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook new layout'/><title type='text'>The New Facebook Layout ($hi2 Happens)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TQl7-N0H2jI/AAAAAAAAA7s/jmHyraNOxaA/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TQl7-N0H2jI/AAAAAAAAA7s/jmHyraNOxaA/s400/Picture%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551104324501232178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" im GLAD COWS dont FLY"&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway speaking of cows. bagoora sends her love and wonders if you guys still remember her. i feel i have lost most of my followers since i stopped posting as much. but if she still has fans i will update you with a cartoon of her news and new baby 6owr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-8328039593449074698?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8328039593449074698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=8328039593449074698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8328039593449074698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8328039593449074698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-facebook-layout-hi2-happens.html' title='The New Facebook Layout ($hi2 Happens)'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TQl7-N0H2jI/AAAAAAAAA7s/jmHyraNOxaA/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-903898051151102652</id><published>2010-12-15T01:39:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:22:42.985+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath bayakha jordanian humor funny hilarious'/><title type='text'>Kol she kan 3assal law inek makleh bassal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/viVyidV-Pes?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/viVyidV-Pes?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its freezing cold.. and you dont drive in AMreeka pretty much most of my time is spent online or watching tv. means i will be able to blog more i guess :) i must say its like i am drawn to the couch if i get up im sure the couch seat is now molded to the shape of my .. back :S so ne way... i find myself getting drawn to watching tv show after tv show. drawn to them like a moth to a flame. and i know its not good. that i should get up and read a book or do something more useful. but i say there is always 2moro. today i came across this Jordanian video and this proves that Jordanians can be funny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaks the stereotype that jordanians have no sense of humor. in this song " bitkhooneeeni" one of the verses he says " kol shee kan 3assal law inek makleh bassal"&lt;br /&gt;( everything was honey although you had onions) :S translating always sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne way.. reminded me of myself. i had a sandwich the other day that i thought dint have that much onions in it. only to find out hours later by my poor hubby that i have been talking with bassal (onion) breath for the past few hours hahaha he was kind enough to not tell me at first but then i felt he couldnt take it ne more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dino bites thumet na3 na3 &amp;amp; gargles with mouth wash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mar777777aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa bah... *hubby faints.. ok maybe no more onions EVER :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise to blog more and maybe draw a new cartoon if i stop being a lazy bummmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-903898051151102652?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/903898051151102652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=903898051151102652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/903898051151102652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/903898051151102652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/kol-she-kan-3assal-law-inek-makleh.html' title='Kol she kan 3assal law inek makleh bassal'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-916710511630150679</id><published>2010-11-19T09:17:00.016+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:22:15.722+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood drama shopping groceries babies toddlers'/><title type='text'>Mommy Drama :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TOYvLDiI0xI/AAAAAAAAA7k/MKm2j8d5mFE/s1600/fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TOYvLDiI0xI/AAAAAAAAA7k/MKm2j8d5mFE/s400/fd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541168258499531538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So let me give you an idea of how it is like to shop and go out with a toddler. You know growing up you see kids in malls having tantrums and you were the one giving the "OMG what a spoilt kid glare??" well i never thought i would be on the other side of the "ja7ra" (glare)! lulu is almost 2 years old and this age is called "the terrible twos" for a reason! she starts crying and having tantrums in public when she wants something.. refuses to sit in the stroller.. i end up letting her get out and start running after her in the mall. then when its time to eat. she refuse to BE FED. and wants to EAT on her own.. since she has not been eating AT ALL and i am desperately hoping she would eat i give her a spoon and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPLAT SPLAT&lt;/span&gt;. in my face &amp;amp; on the floor. on her clothes.. O O on my clothes too.. ya faer7eteeee... (oh my joy :P)... 15 minutes later.. after what seemed to be an unintentional food fight i look around and the there is more food getting all over the place than in her mouth.. so i take away the spoon.... she is not eating at this point just laghwesing :P (making a mesS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People trying to have dinner... start looking in our direction... i give out embarrassed smiles and try to comfort lulu without taking away the smile from my face. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD FORBID&lt;/span&gt; they think im a psycho angry  muslim mom who invoked this tantrum by a slap on the face.  i look at lulu and give her the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BITE MY LIP" NO NO dont do that look&lt;/span&gt;! my lip will start to bleed before she starts reacting to any of my facial expressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start getting memories of that kid i saw years ago when i was invited for dinner at a  family friends house ages ago. this kid actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEED&lt;/span&gt; on the hosts carpet!! Back then i remember thinking what kind of mother raises a kid to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEE&lt;/span&gt; on peoples carpets! its like anything your kid does reflects on you as a parent! i remember this other  8 year old kid would come and spit at me and i just wanted to smack her in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACE&lt;/span&gt;! she was in that most annoying age  that i dread and i really hope i never have to deal with peeing on carpets or spitting on others! i will start applying more discipline and watching more of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"THE NANNY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so when i go grocery shopping with lulu i usually put her in the trolley and give her something to distract her. recently my choice was not very wise. i gave her a lollipop...yes unhealthy i know.. but chances r she will not eat a broccolli and mommy needed to get things done! she was not crying now but when i looked at her she was all sticky and just by touching her i felt like my hands could have gotten glued to her face! She also has a habit of taking of her shoes and usually strangers run after me with her shoe or blanket saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MAAM MAAM u dropped this"&lt;/span&gt; and ofcourse my  intense case of scatter brain has gotten worse after becoming a mom. i just feel 2 hands are not enough! wish i was an octopus :S juggling errands all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mentioned the times i dont realize lulu had taken something from a shop as she loves to poke around drops things and picks up things from stores, either chews on something and i have to buy it or she  takes it without me noticing so when i go out of the store it you hear "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BEEP BEEP"&lt;/span&gt;  an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALARM&lt;/span&gt; goes offf and ofcourse who else but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIJAAABI&lt;/span&gt; that same woman who beat up her kid earlier in the food court. haha LOVVELLLY just what i needed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another uncalled for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLARE&lt;/span&gt;.... they probably think im part of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3esabaaa ( gang)&lt;/span&gt; that teaches thier kids to shoplift at a young age :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to put some bags on the back of the stroller most of the time. and usually when i take lulu out of the stroller i forget to take them off. so she runs off and the stroller falls back on the floor and today on top of all that one of the bags i had got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TORN&lt;/span&gt; so there were random strangers picking up my stuff and i just felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG &lt;/span&gt;everything happens all at once... :S &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop caring what people think.. but i admit in the States i am extra self conscious because of hijab. i find myself giving out extra smiles and about to skip around to show that i am not a terrorist.. im a happy person.. la lalalalalalala... i might come off as a weirdo though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just ONE kid.. HOW HOW OH HOW DO U PEOPLE MANAGE MORE? AAH?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-916710511630150679?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/916710511630150679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=916710511630150679' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/916710511630150679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/916710511630150679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/mommy-drama-s.html' title='Mommy Drama :S'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TOYvLDiI0xI/AAAAAAAAA7k/MKm2j8d5mFE/s72-c/fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-324532053409039429</id><published>2010-11-13T10:08:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:23:10.587+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kharoof eid sheep chicken eidmubarak'/><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TN45wyS3OhI/AAAAAAAAA6U/NX8MOlh7bWA/s1600/EIDMUBARAK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TN45wyS3OhI/AAAAAAAAA6U/NX8MOlh7bWA/s400/EIDMUBARAK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538928102009682450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EID&lt;/span&gt; is almost here! Can you imagine? If you think time passes by fast now wait till you have kids! its freaky how fast kids grow ! One day you are waking up for night feeding the next you are waking you for night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEETHING&lt;/span&gt; ! Before you know it your baby is running around the house and climbing on furniture as you run after her like a crazy frantic mommy yelling "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIDDA DIDDAH"&lt;/span&gt; the famous baby threat of im going to spank you! i never do. which is why this "DIDA" threat never works. which makes me realize i should think of another strategy :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu has started climbing up on drawers and on chairs and pretty much anything she can climb on. I wish the house was like those huge kid jumping castles where you would just sit and relax as your kid jumps around. knowing in your heart she wont bump into the table corner or the wall or flip of the couch or or or or .. endless disturbing possibilities.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *twitches * biting nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EID&lt;/span&gt;! i wish we could make our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EID &lt;/span&gt;more fun! look at how lovely Christmas &amp;amp; halloween decorations are ! Cant we like decorate a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PALM tree&lt;/span&gt; or something . hang little sheep in the house. maybe give out little cute sheep shaped cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EID MUBARAK&lt;/span&gt; to all &amp;amp; i promise to try to post more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translation of cartoon : let me introduce you to my wife "FLU" who is the reason its called the "BIRD FLU"! ( sheep trying desperately to give us reasons not to slaughter him this EID)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-324532053409039429?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/324532053409039429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=324532053409039429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/324532053409039429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/324532053409039429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TN45wyS3OhI/AAAAAAAAA6U/NX8MOlh7bWA/s72-c/EIDMUBARAK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4275289064336987979</id><published>2010-11-10T22:57:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:23:36.423+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disny world disneyland fun florida'/><title type='text'>DisneyWorld!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TNr5eTypcYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/nEGL7UxVVbM/s1600/disneycastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TNr5eTypcYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/nEGL7UxVVbM/s400/disneycastle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538012990909542786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i was a kid i used to wish that i could go to Disneyland. Even when i didnt know what to expect there i just knew it was my dream. Growing up watching disney cartoons, donald duck ( i do a similar voice too :P ) mickey mouse and ofcourse all the princesses. Seeing all those characters growing up makes you feel like you know them and that they are real. I know they are cartoons but as soon as you enter disneyworld this feeling of entering a dream overcomes you. And then you see snowwhite who was short btw next to the dwarfs since they were the same height :P they werent real dwarfs, and you see winnie the pooh and tiger and all those characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look and see the castle that you have always seen in the disney cartoons. EXACTLY like it is is the cartoons! The balloon man walking holding a bunch of mickey shaped colorful balloons and for a moment you really think he will float off because in this land everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you walk you see parades with people singing spreading happiness and smiles. i stood there watching a parade next to a jewish family and as i stood there with people from all around the world with different nationalities and religions sharing the joy. we were all peacefully watching the disney characters sing. No war. just pixie dust and disney music. why cant the real world just be more like disney world?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and saw kids so excited to see thier favorite characters standing in long lines ! like the que stand in for bread or 2a6ayef in ramadan ! they would give them hugs so tight and i really could feel the happiness all around. While i was there i felt like all my troubles and worries were locked in a box outside of disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like somehow i entered a cartoon and just hearing the disney songs play all day was just WOW.. well you would think lulu had a blast. but i think i had more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dino does dabkeh dance with mickey &amp;amp; donald duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like a child again. i wanna live in disney world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a video that brought back childhood memories. enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zm9zFJsEDHk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zm9zFJsEDHk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-4275289064336987979?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4275289064336987979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4275289064336987979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4275289064336987979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4275289064336987979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/disney-land.html' title='DisneyWorld!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TNr5eTypcYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/nEGL7UxVVbM/s72-c/disneycastle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2364441711597379963</id><published>2010-10-07T23:23:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:04:22.674+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time getting old'/><title type='text'>Getting Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TK4sU4Gq2MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/aRFsurqa-Uw/s1600/gettingold.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525402529999542466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TK4sU4Gq2MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/aRFsurqa-Uw/s400/gettingold.jpg" style="height: 325px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was asked he other day when i graduated from university.. and i hesitates before i said "i went into uni 11 years ago!!" just saying it made it a reality and i just never felt those 11 years pass by! i mean some memories feel so recent like it was 2 to 3 years ago but its actually 11 and counting. and ofcourse i am not getting any younger. i am now 28 years old and i dont consider myself old but its just that i know time passes by so fast and before i know it another 10 years will pass and then another 10 and im 50 years old and i look back at my life and wonder how i got here so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am 28 and already i feel after delivery like my body has been hit by a hurricane. its like one baby and back pain has never left me. its like i get up and i sound like a grandma. " akhh dahrriii" i feel that by the end of the day i dont have any energy left. i worry about what will happen after 3 kids! its like pregnancy, delivery and motherhood sucks the life out of you and ur body no longer responds to you. id be sitting on the couch.. and the something is on the floor.. and in my head i say " goomi ya marra"... silence... "GOOMEE yalaaa" no reaction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think as the years pass by.. the stronger the effect of gravity is on ur body.. its like everything is heading down lol and you will likely get laghaleegh... you will expand in ways you never knew possible.. you notice stretch marks.. wrinkles.. white hair and one day you will look in the mirror and think "WHO IS THIS PERSON?"before you know it your children will grow up and have thier own grandchildren and you will be a GRANDMA! i still cant get over being called " KHALTO" :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with time u start needing more and more medications. to control cholesterol diabetes.. your memory gets worse.. your hearing gets worse... you need alarms to remind you to take the medications and you need hearing aids to hear the alarm! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will never get over the shock of seeing ur friends kids or baby sisters after a few years.. and suddenly they are grown ups!! my friends son was so tiny and cute and i used to hold him and play with him. that was when he was 3 or 4.... last time i saw him.. he had facial hair! and sounded like a "3amo"! i just can never get over that... how fast ppl grow.. how fast we grow.. and i just wish that by the time im really old i look back at my life and feel i accomplished something&lt;br /&gt;that affected the world somehow. i want to be remembered. i want to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-2364441711597379963?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2364441711597379963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2364441711597379963' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2364441711597379963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2364441711597379963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-old.html' title='Getting Old'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TK4sU4Gq2MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/aRFsurqa-Uw/s72-c/gettingold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-7370225727418755506</id><published>2010-09-27T15:21:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:07:49.191+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mazar motherhood babies nightfeeding lack of sleep'/><title type='text'>i am a mazar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TKCMdy1b0AI/AAAAAAAAA54/hSzRN0GSiYc/s1600/motherhood2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521567586646216706" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TKCMdy1b0AI/AAAAAAAAA54/hSzRN0GSiYc/s400/motherhood2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 309px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wow.. its been a year an half of already.i still remember running out of the bathroom with the pregnancy test shocked to see the 2 LINES! i ran to to my dads nurses and said "IS THAT TWO LINES&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" they were like " YES YES&lt;/span&gt;  start jumping with pilipeeno joy! i remember the first time that i realized that the big belly/karsh was actually not a happy meal that moves but an actual human being and then the freaking out started of realizing that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I WILL BE A MOM&lt;/span&gt;! thinking that yes i love kids but that i never was left with a kid alone. let alone a newborn. a little tiny helpless fragile baby! ofcourse then the real freaking out began when my waterbroke as i was on facbeook. i actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATEd&lt;/span&gt; my states.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "my water broke"&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Labor pain people. *twitches* is NOT at all as described by anyone above the age of 40. those people are bionic. all my aunts told me contractions are like period pain. one of them said she was delivering and did not feel IT!? that she went to a doctors CHECK UP and he said.. " 3am btuwledi? hay ras il walad" (ur delivering i can see ur sons head) LOL for a long time after this stor i was worried i would be in a mall and i would not notice that im delivering! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT LISTEN TO THESE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;! when you are in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LABOR&lt;/span&gt; you will KNOW! when you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DELIVER u WILL KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes days pass by so fast. and things get easier.. cant say easy. but easier. i mean at the hospital i had a nervous breakdown. all my hormones all over the place. feeling that i will never be able to be a good mother. i mean even breastfeeding had techniques :S i felt like there was a test i had to pass before i went home with little lulu. i mean even driving a car needs a license. dont we need a licence to be mothers?! so well then motherhood began for me. and its not what i imagined. its full of surprises and adventures. i forgot how it feels like to have time for myself. i forgot what it felt like to sleep as much i wanted. to go to the movies. to take a long bath or shower. wait to take a shower :P hehe just kidding i do manage to do that now :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days you get so tired.. u just feel omg.. im going to collapse... a mothers job never ends. morning u wake up. change diaper.. make milk.. trip on toys.. pick up toys.. notice spilt milk in kitchen.. clean kitchen.. lulu wants breakfast. wont eat.. dance for lulu to eat.. still wont eat.. eat lulus food.. make another option.. put laundry in washing machine. take out laundr from dryer. cheerios all over carpet.. thank u lulu... vaccume cheerios. time for nap.. will not nap unless u have ur feet in my face? ok sure.. do u have to pinch me soo hard.. okay.. anything just PLEASE sleep.. oh my... did i fall asleep too! there goes my hour to do anything i wanted to do.. lunch time.. min shaan ALLAH ya LULU EAT something..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " coooookiee cookiee .. thocotata"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" no mama no chotata. no cookiee.. koli real food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am to blame for the chocoholicness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again... lulu eating tabeekh ...not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"BAyneee" "ddooowaaa"&lt;/span&gt; (barney &amp;amp;dora) thoose my dears are ur best friend after motherhood. because if u need a few minutes for urslef cartoons like this are what will keep ur baby busy. and beleive it or not when i saw barney in the mall i myself was o excited! its like seeing a famous actor! i sing along all the kids songs on tv. even when she sleeps the tv is always on the kids channel. but i admit that at time i just cant hear anymore barney.. his voice gets on my nerves.. his laugh.. i feel like i want to choke his purple neck.. oh did i say that out loud.. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oo.. i forgot to cook.. runs to kitchen. trying cooks something quickly.. spills some rice on the floor..  lulu comes starts picking on rice and playing with garbage.. " lulu NO NO" what is that in ur hand? "walek min wayn jibtteeeee" usually its something she should not be munching on. dinner is ready.. kitchen is a mess.. lulu made a poopie.. time for diaper change. dont even remind me of potty training that is something i am delaying.. along with the pacifier tawdee3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what time is it 8 pm? lulu lets take a bath now. thank u for the tara6eeesh.. runs after naked lulu in the house waving diaper.. yala mama yyallaaa... finally caught lulu. pjs on after running after her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedtime.. yes time for meeee... yaala lulu lets sleep! do u have to use my arm as ur pillow? okay anything to make u sleep.. finally lulu is asleep... but wait im sleepy too.. no me time... inshala 2moro i wont be this tired... *faints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yes motherhood is tiring and it a lot of work. but in the end of the day. i would do it all over again becasue there are moments that are so precious and wonderful that make all the pain and trouble go away. well not all but at least it makes it better. like seeing how much ur baby loves u. gives u random kisses and hugs. all the cute things kids do. awww... there is soo much love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit that even when lulu is naughty she is too cute.. and believe it or not now when i see tiny babies i get the baby fever again.. i miss holding a tiny baby. hehe but wait dont start any rumors.. when i am ready.. not just yet... u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how how how do people have more than 1 kid and have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maid.. a nanny.. i guess... that is the plan.. the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dino has vision of  herslef skipping in garden holding hand with maid :P&lt;br /&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/13731624-7370225727418755506?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7370225727418755506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=7370225727418755506' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7370225727418755506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7370225727418755506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html' title='i am a mazar'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TKCMdy1b0AI/AAAAAAAAA54/hSzRN0GSiYc/s72-c/motherhood2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6526581854083704097</id><published>2010-08-29T08:27:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:04:05.551+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington D.C. America vs Middle East'/><title type='text'>The Other Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/THnwSLoQqPI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UZtG9Dt0lkU/s1600/whie.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510699814214478066" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/THnwSLoQqPI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UZtG9Dt0lkU/s400/whie.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me start by saying Ramadan Kareem to everyone. i am sorry i dont blog as much as i used to but life is busy with lulu and even busier when ur fasting. First Ramadan in the US and its a LOooong Day. iftar around 8:15 pm now 7:55pm. i was thinking a lot about my previous post and i feel i was not very fair and i spoke about all the good in the states and didn't mention any bad and maybe even sounded like i was looking down on the Middle East. so let me start by apologizing to anyone who was offended or got that feeling because that was not the intention at all. I have lived all my life in the Middle East and i love a lot of things about it and i also hate a lot of things. Its normal and no matter where you are there is good an bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my life i grew up with this wrong idea about the states and maybe coming here and seeing that its not like what i had in mind is what made me react this way. i used to think i would come here and ppl would curse me and throw stuff at me cause i wear the headscarf. i thought people would just give me death looks and treat me bad cause of my hijab. i was surprised to see that they were friendly and even complement me on my headscarf all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still know that there are alot that judge me and are uncomfortable around me and just because they smile in my face does not mean they want to befriend me. Some smile because they dont want to piss me off cause i could be a possible "terrorist". I know that when lulu cries people look at me as if i just hit her. I dont want them to love me. as long as i am respected that is more important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was in the elevator. a black man entered the elevator. he was staring at me with his bloodshot eyes. smiling and murmuring something. lots of people murmur and talk to themselves here. usually the homeless ones. some scream out things to you and well you should usually ignore them. anyway. this guy stood there. with only me and him in the elevator. staring and said. " Ur so beautiful" and came closer. i freaked out. i felt unsafe. scared. a fear i have never felt before. memories of the story i read earlier about the NY cab muslim driver that was slashed came to my mind. i started reading quran in my head. he wanted to shake my hand. i didnt know what to do. i wanted to pull my hand away but i was too late. he held my hand tightly and pulled it towards his face and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KISSED IT&lt;/span&gt; a very sloppy ya3333 kisss ! ii could not have been happier to hear the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"TINGGG"&lt;/span&gt; sound of the elevator reaching the floor i get off at! i rushed out the door and pushed lulus stroller so fast i think i woke her up from her nap. i could still feel spit on my hand! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is. i admit that no matter how friendly people can be i know that i dont feel safe. its not like walking down the street in the UAE. I turn on the news and everyday you hear about a SHOOTING or homicide. a hit and run. you see a man selling drugs right around the corner by the house. You see drunk homeless ppl in the street. you see things you dont see in the middleast and i miss that feeling in the middle east. Safety. well at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAFER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband also brought to my attention that every time he traveled to the states without me no one stopped him for an extra hand search and full bag search. it was only when i travel with him that they choose us randomly for and extra "regular" procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking down the street and i saw an old lady trip and fall as she was passing the street. she bumped her head and could not move. she layed there on the floor on the side of the street. ppl gathered and called the paramedics. Saddest thing i have ever seen. how helpless she layed there&lt;br /&gt;her old hands shaking. her groceries on the floor.. actually she had bought 2 packs of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;I admired how the policeman that arrived spoke to her and told her she would be okay. she held on to his hand so tightly with a smile on her face. she caressed her face and kept holding on to his hand. he kept saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" i aint goin no where you'll be okay maam"&lt;/span&gt;. all this time she had a smile on her face. a smile so wide. like she has not had this much attention in so long. a smile that held so many words. made me realize that yes you might see a lot of handicapped people in the street, you might see many old ladies pushing a small cart with their groceries when they can barely walk. walking to the supermarket alone. walking home alone. i used to see that as a positive thing and yes it is good that old people should not all be put in homes and just give up on life. but in the middleast most our elderly people are not the ones going to buy the groceries because they have children or grandchildren who would do that for them. i cant imagine my gradnma goin to buy groceries onher own! they would not be pushing their electronic wheelchairs to the supermarket but would be taken care of. yes of course there are always exceptions here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sound of adan. i miss the good arabic food. shawerma. fatayer. esepcially in Ramadan. you want to eat REAL food! crunchy cheese samboosa.... tabuleh... ma7sheee wara2 3inaab... ya salamm *drooling... finding mulookhiye was an event here for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i walk in the streets here i see all sorts of things... things i would never have seen in the arab world. some amusing. some disturbing. i admire how they are confident and how they speak thier mind. i love how they just say what is on their mind. how they hold doors for each other. how they do whatever they want without thinking who is going to say what. but i admit sometimes its just.. weird... when you see a really fat lady dancing in the street with a box on her head saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" vote for mayor blabla" &lt;/span&gt;while she shakes her booty wearing really tight tights exposing layer and layers of blubber ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see women wearing barely anything with shorts i can used as head bands for lulu. you see gay men walking like they are on a catwalk with full make up hand in hand with thier "lover". you see a dog liking his owners face while he talks and actually probably swallowed all the dog slobber and spit. you see a lot of things some funny. som weird. some disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what im tryin to say here. there is good. and there is bad. i wish we took the good. like those great educational kid shows and books that you never see on tv or in book shops. A nice hello how is your day, have a good day. Salam Alikom for a change instead of glaring at each other from head to toe without a smile even. I am willing to make a change in myself. i want to take for the good that i have seen here and thank God that we don't have all the bad i have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  also hear things like a church burning the Holy Quran  &amp;amp; 70 % of the votes against building the Ground Zero Mosque close to where the twin towers are.And yes i am sure that there are a lot of people who dont support this. but truth is there are alot that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone did something wrong in the name of islam does not mean ISLAM is to blame for mistakes individuals make! I remember hearing more than one story about priests being pedophiles and molesting children. Does that mean i blame christianity? Does that mean all christians are like that? Does that mean you dont take you children to church or build anymore churches? NO when things like that happen you blame the person and not the religion. Stop blaming ISLAM and muslims all around the world for mistakes they did not make. And know that many muslims died on sep 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby brought to my attention.. now with the floods and crisis in Pakistan.. the donations and is aids are so slow in comparison to the Haiti earthquake donations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are thought i should have addressed in my previous post as well. and now i feel i have said both sides and i surely will miss a lot in the US and i there is also a lot that i will not miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Al Hamdulilah &amp;amp; Sorry this was long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6526581854083704097?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6526581854083704097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6526581854083704097' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6526581854083704097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6526581854083704097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/other-side.html' title='The Other Side'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/THnwSLoQqPI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UZtG9Dt0lkU/s72-c/whie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2328537931585351071</id><published>2010-08-04T22:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:28:28.809+03:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love amreeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TFm6vPnO51I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/gDOpgl4klCI/s1600/P8020018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TFm6vPnO51I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/gDOpgl4klCI/s400/P8020018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501633740617475922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so i am back in the states and will be here for ramadan inshala.. fasting will be hard cause the days are so long here but al hamdulilah. Ramadan is about being with family and that is why im glad we are together here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me start about my love for amreeka... lots ask me.. what do you love so much about america? well its not just america. its not that love america because its america. i got this same feeling in london &amp;amp; scotland. This feeling of being free of society "3u2ad". before you become judegemental and analyze that sentence in your own way let me explain further. in the arab world i feel lots of things are frowned upon and they are not necessarily wrong. i am not talking about people being too free and openminded and walking around exposing thier blubber or another form of cheeks that is supposed to be be under the bantaloon! i am talking about being setting yourself free from " he said/she said/what will they say?" thinking. here in the states pretty much everyone does what they wants and no one really cares! you will find weird people walking around in thier PJ's, or barefoot, or with punk hairstyles and what i respect most about what ihave seen in this side of the world! is that people who are handicapped are SEEN everwhere and live a NORMAL life.. i dont remember the last time i saw a handicapped person working in the middleeast! i feel there if someone has a deformity or is handicapped even if its a slight handicap they hide. like its something to be ashamed of. you dont see them shopping, working or in the street! its sad.. this is how is should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they find jobs. they live a normal life a life they can never have in the arab world because there they will always be seen as handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how people are so friendly. they open doors and always say things like " have a good day" " have a good one" and when they pass out compliments to strangers. i got many compliments on my HIJAB believe it or not! its just here you feel like you are a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong i do see the bad side as well. but that doesnt mean i cant see the good. i love this feeling of being in a place where not everything is frowned upon and unaccepted. we grew up feeling that appearances are everything. i was told i was "dabdooba" (fatso), four(eyed) as a kid by some ppl although iwas never really fat i was just a bit chubby. so we grow up with so many comments like that in our heads making our self esteem get lower by the second. you will say this is also found inthe US.. yes ofcourse. but i feel there is an awareness here especially by parents and they treat thier kids in a way that they make them grow up to be very confident and independant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a very unattractive saggy and wrinkly lady in the street who was wearing a very revealing top. she was talking to a man saying " they are all jealous of me".... ok .. this woman is either in denial.. or just VERY CONFIDENT.. some people you wonder where they bring all that confidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. my point is.. from my expereince in amreeka. i feel more like a human being here. i feel like i am not worried what people will think of me. like if lulu ran in the park and i wanted to run after her. i would not look around to see if there is a group of old anties whispering things like " shoofi hal majnooneh hay".. yes i like to do crazy things sometimes and i dont like to be judged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ofcourse... not to forget... the best cupcakes ever created on earth.... georgetown cupcakes... *faints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and target... the place where you can find anything u need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ofcourse....... ben &amp;amp; jerry icecream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 amreeka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2328537931585351071?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2328537931585351071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2328537931585351071' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2328537931585351071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2328537931585351071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-i-love-amreeka.html' title='why i love amreeka'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/TFm6vPnO51I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/gDOpgl4klCI/s72-c/P8020018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-861913767816167630</id><published>2010-06-26T21:26:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:00:02.521+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jordan flight flying airplane motherhood'/><title type='text'>my flight to al GORDON</title><content type='html'>So as soon as i enter the plane. and next to me is a lady that looks extremely exhausted carrying what i thought was a bag on her chest. and 3 hyper kids sitting next to her. as soon as i sat down she started complaing to me. saying. " hatha 6ayaran mush nafe3! mush mka3deena kolnajamb ba3d" so i assumed hes husband was in the second aisle. but well she said" hay ibni la7alo warah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*WIDE EYES*&lt;/b&gt; ibnek ( if i was drinking water now it would have bazagt-ha out of my mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note : what i thought was a bag on her chest was a month old &lt;b&gt;BABY&lt;/b&gt;! so small that you cant even see HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in total.. this lad had 5 kids. and is travelling ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked : liesh ma 3indik khadameh? keef bt2dareee????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she replied &lt;b&gt;" JoWzeeee ma bido khadameh li2no rijaal mutadayen wa ma byakhud ra7toh fil bayt!!!!!!!wa bido lisa kaman walaaadd"!!&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg?! and me i a thinking how do ppl manage with 2 kids without a maid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she obviously was so exhausted and mutdamra. and i cant blame her. i also felt sorry for her eldest girl who is 5 years old! because she doesnt have a maid she makes her daughter help take care of her brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ex. many timeso n the flight she would say " roo7i shakheeekheee akhoooki fil 7ammaam"&lt;br /&gt;how disturbing is that? her brother is like 9 months younger than her and she took him to the bathroom and seemed to have done this many times before! even when lulu ran away from my la on the plane she came to me with lulu saying " khalto hay bintik"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sit there hearing her complain about her life and how she would love to &lt;b&gt;"zet wa7ad feehum"&lt;/b&gt; if not "&lt;b&gt; zethum kolhum"&lt;/b&gt; !! ofcourse she spilt all sorts of drinks 3alay. and i could here her kids zinoo every 2 secs  " yummmmaaa btilkli3 il 6ayaaara" &lt;b&gt;"yammma hab6a6 il 6ayarah" &lt;/b&gt;" &lt;b&gt;yammaaa hatha il talafezyooon fee 2al3aab" yammmaaa yaama yamma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they offered lulu some marshmallows with CHOCOLATE SYRUP... and u can imagine manzareee and weyaha. full of chocolate ( note to self  - &lt;b&gt;DONT WEAR WHITE EVER AGAIN)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion... i dont believe children is a responsiblity that is only on the mother. its both parents! and it is unfair in marraige that man only thinks about his "raa7aaa" and neglects how tiring it is to take care of kids!women should not just keep getting children when they cant hadnle them till they reach a point where they believe thier life is over because of thier kids and start bottling up anger and rage that eventually come out on the kids. who grow up with major psychological problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2aall wa shooooooooo wa hiyeh taking care of all these kids and takes them to school and bitdaressss wa bit7ammem he comes and complains that she is ignoring his rights as a husband and bu3ud bitwa7am 3ala 6abkhaaaat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just go frustrated.. and i had to share. havent blogged in a while guess gordon inspired me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-861913767816167630?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/861913767816167630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=861913767816167630' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/861913767816167630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/861913767816167630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-flight-to-gordon.html' title='my flight to al GORDON'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5460437518508762777</id><published>2010-04-24T05:23:00.015+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:04:56.956+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><title type='text'>A7lam ru3ub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S9Z0FIgNjvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wZ5odKcbkPw/s1600/nightmare.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464682829391433458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S9Z0FIgNjvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wZ5odKcbkPw/s400/nightmare.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 271px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you wake up with a huge &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" GASP"&lt;/span&gt;. something woke you up. you just were so deep in sleep you just dont know what it was. could be your neighbors dog/cat. it could have been the AC making weird sounds. Could be your husband snoring a snore that was out of rhythm. it takes you a minute to gather your thoughts and think straight and realize where you are. you actually woke up everyone in the house because apparently u were screaming like a maniac. and you dont even remember what you are so afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up byt the slightest sound and usually my dream is mixed up with reality and it takes me a minute to realize im actually screaming. sometimes i talk and say things like " BISMILLAAAAAH" my poor sister used to suffer. i remember jumped on top of her in the middle of the night screaming " BISMILLAA in her face" i think she still has nightmares abt that night lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my poor husband has to suffer. ofcourse now with lulu my worries are 100 times worse. i always wake up thinking the pillow in my hand is lulu. or that she has the cover on her face. i sometimes even talk to him like he is lulu and pull him away from the edge of the bed 3ashan ma yuw2a3. thinking he is lulu and she will fall off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a seeko seeeko seeko. i dont know how to control something i am not even aware of. usually i dont even remember. the next day my husband would be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" yesterday sara3ateeeni at night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest is when you have a dream and you feel its so real and you actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"bti7radee"&lt;/span&gt; get pissed off about it and act upon as if it was a reality. like once i dreamt a girl had a fight with me the next day in uni i gave her attitude. and my poor husband has to deal with my mood swings :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure he hopes i have happy dreams :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-5460437518508762777?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5460437518508762777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5460437518508762777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5460437518508762777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5460437518508762777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-wake-up-with-huge-gasp.html' title='A7lam ru3ub'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S9Z0FIgNjvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wZ5odKcbkPw/s72-c/nightmare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4902214786030101071</id><published>2010-04-21T04:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T05:06:34.905+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S85ck7oklcI/AAAAAAAAA4o/NsDL--rGyX8/s1600/dinocake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S85ck7oklcI/AAAAAAAAA4o/NsDL--rGyX8/s400/dinocake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462405187599898050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i didnt manage to make a cartoon for this lovely occasion but i managed to make a birthday cake :)&lt;br /&gt;its hard to believe that one year ago i was in the hospital screaming my head off for the epidural! which they refused to give me till the last hour ! i dont know why they say its " al waja3 al mansee" " the forgotten pain" because a year later and i still remember that pain was intolerable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ofcourse lulu is my world. she is worth everything. her laugh and kisses just make my heart melt. today she emptied a box of cheerios on the kitchen floor. but it was sooo cute how she laughed right after cause she knew she did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Lulu! Allah ykhaleeli iyaki wa ofcourse remembering lulu i have to mention her baba who makes us complete. Lulu is Daddy's girl and We both love you ya lulu so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*group hug&lt;br /&gt;*lulu is squished between um il lool and abu il lool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-4902214786030101071?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4902214786030101071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4902214786030101071' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4902214786030101071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4902214786030101071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-lulu.html' title='Happy Birthday Lulu'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S85ck7oklcI/AAAAAAAAA4o/NsDL--rGyX8/s72-c/dinocake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3336633549853030894</id><published>2010-04-13T05:30:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:06:51.849+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPS cartoon'/><title type='text'>Jeel il GPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S8Pgxz9509I/AAAAAAAAA4g/KozMqVttg2U/s1600/GPS+.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459454319671235538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S8Pgxz9509I/AAAAAAAAA4g/KozMqVttg2U/s400/GPS+.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 315px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So you are driving to somewhere with your GPS ofcourse because nowadays you MUST have a GPS. you enter the location code. and you wait for "jil /mursi fat7ieh or whatever you named ur GPS to start talking and leading the way. you find yourself using the GPS to get to locations you already know the way to but you still trust it more than yourself. you can be wrong but it surely knows the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day. you are driving and suddenly you hear the GPS say "lost reception" or "recalculating" and its stuck and you are stuck and you just dont know where to go! and you start freaking out! and sometimes new roads are not updated so it tells you to go left or right when there is no LEFT or RIGHT and insist on GOING because ofcourse IT SAYS so and ofcourse it CANT be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pshhh.. jeel il GPS i7na :P i must say if they can implant one in my brain i will not say no because my sense of direction is.... ma3dooom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-3336633549853030894?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3336633549853030894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3336633549853030894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3336633549853030894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3336633549853030894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/jeel-il-gps.html' title='Jeel il GPS'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S8Pgxz9509I/AAAAAAAAA4g/KozMqVttg2U/s72-c/GPS+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-7271915766439972722</id><published>2010-03-18T00:31:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:04:44.971+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marraige life motherhood'/><title type='text'>On Marraige, Life and such..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S6FS3amuIkI/AAAAAAAAA3g/B4UB9KjBfMc/s1600-h/housewife.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449728136083022402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S6FS3amuIkI/AAAAAAAAA3g/B4UB9KjBfMc/s400/housewife.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 288px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me thank &lt;a href="http://www.sha3teely.com/"&gt;sha3teeely&lt;/a&gt; for being generous enough to share his customized Arabic font and also a link to help improve my illustration skills or  maybe try different styles. Here is my first attempt to go with a "new look" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before we are married people wont stop nagging on our heads to get married and i remember when a lady found out i was "23" and not married zman. she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Gasped"&lt;/span&gt; and said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " ya habeebti liesh ba3dik la hala2, haram wallah haram"  &lt;/span&gt;at that moment her reaction made me want to CRY! ino shayfe ya khaltooo wallah ma 3indhum nazar lol  somehow no matter how you much you dont want to think about this topis its like forced on you and find yourself worried abt it and wondering if you will ever get married and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE&lt;/span&gt; you will meet the perfect guy. Random ppl you meet or even sometimes in the supermarket i would see someone tall and imagine dropping a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bandora&lt;/span&gt; and he would pick it up and we would fall in love . we obssess and obssess and try to make things happen because our biological clock is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TICKING! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TICK TICK YAM Slieman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... you start various accounts in qiran/muslim matrimonial sites with a fake name ofcourse just to see if fe 7ada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi7rez&lt;/span&gt;. cause bint ukht bint sa7ebtek fell in love on the net and you have watched "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you've got mail" &lt;/span&gt;way too many times lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So truth is... You can't make things happen so relax and let&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GOD'S &lt;/span&gt;plan take its course. Dont worry about kids and ur biological 40 is the new 20 these days. Don't marry a guy just cause of the idea of marraige. Marry him because he is the person you feel completes you and you want to spend the rest of your life with him. Don't settle and let go of your criteria just because of the pressure all around you and just because ppl say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"mush 7ayeeji a7san". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. eventually some ppl do get married. some are happily married. others wish they never got married. Others dont get married and for those who dont. its not the end of the world. really before marriage u have this notion that as soon as you get married all your problems will be solved and the nagging will stop and everything would be like a fairytale. Dont get me wrong when you are married to the right person its great and amazing and when you find someone who makes you feel complete its wonderful. just dont be brainwashed and think that marraige is the solution to everything. Marriage is only a good thing when its with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are not slaves and a good husband helps out when he can instead of just expected everything to be done for him. It's a 2 way deal both have to work on the relationship for it to work. Al Hamdulilah my husband does not have that mentality and helps when he cans but i hate how sometimes in the arab world its frowned upon if a man did the dishes or if a man helped around the house. The Prophet (pbuh) used to helped his wives with the housework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-7271915766439972722?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7271915766439972722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=7271915766439972722' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7271915766439972722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7271915766439972722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-marraige-life-and-such.html' title='On Marraige, Life and such..'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S6FS3amuIkI/AAAAAAAAA3g/B4UB9KjBfMc/s72-c/housewife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6872368128758841199</id><published>2010-03-15T08:18:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:07:12.002+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America vs Middleast'/><title type='text'>AMErtChaaaa vs Middle East</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S53SQ95ITGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/IJzdin2VoQ4/s1600-h/USA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448742313122090082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S53SQ95ITGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/IJzdin2VoQ4/s400/USA.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 263px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's my first visit to the states. and i must admit its not exactly how i imagined it would be. there are alot of thoughts i had that were pretty much engraved in my head as i was growing up. like you hear someone say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wallahi ibni ra7 yudrus fi ameerka"&lt;/span&gt; replys with a GASP " yeeeee yeee &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allah yustur.. hada il walad daa333  hadowl il ajaneb ma 3indhum la 3ayb wala haram"&lt;/span&gt; and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well you grow up with an idea that if u enter the states automatically you will be brainwashed and  your mentality will turn into britney spear's. Or that when you go in with hijab ppl will swear at you and throw rocks at you and call you a terrorist. Its not at all like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is very high security at airports and yes you will be searched and maybe a few people will stare. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; generally speaking i have found that people here are more friendly. For Ex u enter a shop.. the first thing they say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" HOW R U TODAY?"&lt;/span&gt; with a smil. when u leave they say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Have a Good Day, or Have a Good One" &lt;/span&gt;opposed to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" BIDEK musa3adeh&lt;/span&gt;?" with mush tay2a 7ali look. or those annoying ppl who follow you in the store and u just wanna smack them with ur purse. IM JUST LOOKing can i please breathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ADS ON TV... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;... i am serious. u would want to watch the ads more than the show ur watching! unlikes SEDAR al EMARAT ads or those&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MBC&lt;/span&gt; ads that repeat every 2 seconds. i mean did u really think i missed watching the ad the first 3 times u played it in the last 5 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not just praising &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;amreeka sheeka beeka&lt;/span&gt; wa or saying il 3arab kokha. i am just saying that there is a positive and negative side to everything. yes they might be a bit too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE.&lt;/span&gt; But i came from dubai and i have seen girls wear almost nothing to the mall. i have heard shocking stories about the oppeness that has reached dubai. so its not just in the states. its all around the world. maybe in the states its just less restricted and its considered freedom of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have many museums, libraries, activities for families. In the arab world i feel this is something that is missing. its not encouraged the way it is in the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FOOD... no wonder usa has a high rate of obesity.. the variety of food u will find is... mouth watering.. but you will also find that alot of ppl jog and excersize and take care of thier health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby food section.. ya salaaaaam... u have soo much to choose from... lulu is enjoying that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i love most is the simple way of life. Everyone does what they want and pretty much no one cares. You can have a garage sale. You can sue anyone for anything :P. they cant fire you for wearing hijab. They encourage Recycling and taking care of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATURE&lt;/span&gt;! So many helplines and awareness campains and help groups. And ofcourse i can get to watch all the tv shows on TV :P instead of downloading :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion. Yes We have our differences. And it is harder to be a strong muslim when you dont hear the adan, and there is a lot of fitan when the culture has nothing to do with islam. but that is jihad and we face it even in the middle east. its within ourselves. and its not as bad as you would imagine!  So my US expereince till now.. no2 bad no2  bad a2 all &amp;lt;-- very bad bri2ish accent. why british mush american accent.. because im sleepy... yala good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6872368128758841199?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6872368128758841199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6872368128758841199' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6872368128758841199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6872368128758841199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-comments-on-amertchaaaa.html' title='AMErtChaaaa vs Middle East'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S53SQ95ITGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/IJzdin2VoQ4/s72-c/USA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-8551705996433002718</id><published>2010-03-14T08:25:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:50:27.294+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BAGOORA'S BACK &amp; SHE IS .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S5x08DzY40I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/BRihnCFY23Q/s1600-h/pregnantcow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S5x08DzY40I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/BRihnCFY23Q/s400/pregnantcow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448358224373277506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY PREGNANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while and she has been busy with her new 6owr husband who apparently is very stubborn. The big news is that she is expecting baby bagoora now and she has gained a few pounds. Her link is no longer for 7aleeb 7amouda or Mara3i it is now saved up for her little bagoora. she says she that she always knew she was a cow but now she really really feels like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seeing me and lulu she is afraid of how she will deal with motherhood and i told her not to worry about a thing and that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "kol hal nasaween wil bagarat khalafoo wa ya ma7lahom"&lt;/span&gt; mostly those nasaween turn into bagarat in the process.. its normal ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; its true. i mean look at our grandmothers or great grandmothers! its like they were competing or something. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meen ykhalef jaysh akbar! &lt;/span&gt;its like they were trying to build an army with thier children. they would marry off thier daughter when she was around 13 and then maybe that was the beginning of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"3unooseh"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse then she would deliver a kid a year and believe it or not somehow they managed! no nanny no khadameh from srilanka or indonesia helping out. they took care of thier little army and not only that they also used to bake at home, clean the house,cook and even work in the farm (fil 7aklaat). and the question is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW??&lt;/span&gt; Do they even remember all their kids names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a show on tv here in sheeka beeka called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 kids and counting.&lt;/span&gt;.. a family have 19 kids and are still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COUNTING&lt;/span&gt;! omg.. i saw one episode and i felt like it was a school only they are all brothers. how she managed to get so many kids is because she used to khalef every year and sometimes bil jumleh ( twins ya3ni). i personally feel one is a handfull and already am worried about how i will manage in the future when its time for "akh" aw "okht" due to the constant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZAN&lt;/span&gt; i will hear. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. will update u on bagoora. she is due soon. she misses u guys and is not sure what she will name her little one. so suggestions of the new member of the family would be very appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;side note :for ppl who think bagoora represents anyone in my life or myself. she doesnt. she is purely fictional and is merely for entertainment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-8551705996433002718?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8551705996433002718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=8551705996433002718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8551705996433002718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8551705996433002718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/bagooras-back-she-is.html' title='BAGOORA&apos;S BACK &amp; SHE IS .....'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S5x08DzY40I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/BRihnCFY23Q/s72-c/pregnantcow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6613928600545979322</id><published>2010-03-13T06:51:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:06:34.753+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jordan palestinian'/><title type='text'>Al Gurdon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S5sQAh86BiI/AAAAAAAAA3I/v_FmbJ05YUg/s1600-h/t_2_jordan-flag.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447965775534622242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S5sQAh86BiI/AAAAAAAAA3I/v_FmbJ05YUg/s400/t_2_jordan-flag.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 188px; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although i am not pure jordanian. And jordanians call us palestinians with jordanian passports "Baljeekeyeh" i must say when i think of home i think of jordan. ofcourse palestine is in my heart but i hardly lived in palestine and i carry it in my heart. but jordan is where i grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where else would you hear a Ghaz icecream truck? where else would you wake up to sheep eating ur gardens 7asheesh as ra3ee il ghanam says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hrrrrrrrrrraaaaa3"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where else would u here &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DURrrrrrrrayehhhhhhhhh &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you live in jordan for too long u start complaining about how ppl dont smile much wa darbeen booz. you complain about how they drive. and the way the men flirt in scary sometimes life threatening ways . like for ex almost running you over with his car and then blowing u a sleezy fly kiss. or knowing that when you go to AL BALAD (city center) you willl surely come back bruised from the many males who will pinch you and shove you with thier shoulders as they whisper " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eishhhh ya lu3beh/khasseh/barbie/ pascal?/get3a/shagfeh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember the cab drivers that share the weirdest stories. most of them claim have phd's or are drs and drive a cab for fun. or the 100 mirrors in the front of the cab so that he can look at u with alf 3ayn and ofcourse he is always playing the weirdest jordanian music. and what is up with the long pinky fingernail! ya33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to jordan for one month and it takes me a few years to get rid of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"7afartaliness"&lt;/span&gt; talk. and i dont think i will ever totally stop the jordan effect. for ex. using expressions like "iglibi" wijhik or "6age3". it just rubs off on you. i think anyone who goes to jordan should stop by lebanon on his way to wear off the gordun effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the beggars.. ya salam. they should seriously go to hollywood. i mean look at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"slumdog millionare"&lt;/span&gt; kids. (sorry i hated that movie especially when i had to see it in a movie full of indians smelling like curry and the guy next me farted and i felt the vibration and ofcourse the fart smelled currlylike too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you would think send some of those kids from jordan to make a movie and watch them win 10000 oscars. i remmeber one kid who was crying at the edge of the sidewalk picking up the gum "s&amp;amp;b" that had fallen on the floor. i flet sorry for him. i knew he was forced to sell it and i knew he would get in trouble. so i gave him some money. a week later . same traffic light. same boy.. crying picking up his chewing gum! some guy actually felt so sorry for him got him a new box of gum! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion. i can talk forever about jordan. i can make fun of so many things but in the end i feel its a part of me. and i love jordan. it feels like home to me. and so many memories and funny stories come to my mind when i think of jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether ur full palestinian/ of full jordanian. or palestinian that has lived in jordan. we are all arab. and we should all be proud to be arabs. i personall am proud to say im a palestinian/ jordanian wa bazborti akhthar zay blaaaaadna il sarakoooha il yahood. oh i just remmeber my renwed passport is blue. so ignore that last comment :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6613928600545979322?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6613928600545979322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6613928600545979322' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6613928600545979322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6613928600545979322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/al-gurdon.html' title='Al Gurdon'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S5sQAh86BiI/AAAAAAAAA3I/v_FmbJ05YUg/s72-c/t_2_jordan-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2225930484733151083</id><published>2010-03-09T22:33:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:08:07.474+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>Newwwww Yooooooooork :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S5akSHGUflI/AAAAAAAAA3A/x_8bLyyHpgs/s1600-h/museum.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446721430401351250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S5akSHGUflI/AAAAAAAAA3A/x_8bLyyHpgs/s400/museum.jpg" style="height: 320px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The news of the month is... lulu is walking now. she walks and falls then says "heeeeey" or " Kaa kaa".. see the word "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaa kaaa"&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "go KA"&lt;/span&gt;in her language stands for many things. usually she says it when she wants to say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GOOD GIRL&lt;/span&gt;". she is at the cutest age now and interacts with me and loves to play and has a sense of humor already! She had her first walk in the park in New York Central Park! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York is lovely. first time we went it was freezing so we didnt get a chance to see much but the weather is better we went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MET&lt;/span&gt; museum. A museum i used to always want to go to in university since with my graphic design major i studied art history and learned about so many famous artists. I thought by going there i would actually remember something!! but as lulu would say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" baa7777777"&lt;/span&gt; nothing.. the funny part is.. my husband expected me to know the names and to actually tell him about paintings lol so i didnt want to let him down so i looked at a painting and i saw the word "florentine" so i was like... (in a serious i know what im talking about tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaah Florentin.. ba3rafo i remember him from art class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband laughed... cause the word was referring to a location in italy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;the artists name lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again i did not surrender.. i did not want him to know i was clueless i was standing next to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICASSO &lt;/span&gt;paintings and i say.... "aaaah aaah i know this artist &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pablo fransisco&lt;/span&gt;" HAHAHA (btw pablo fransisco is actually a standup comedian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after than i decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUT UP &lt;/span&gt;and accept the fact that all my art history has gone down the drain and has been replaced with recipes and tips on diaper changing/breastfeeding/ and baby info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just laugh when i remember my silly attempt to impress my hubby hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self = ma titfas7aneeshhhhhhh kteer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a great time here in the states and loving our lulu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2225930484733151083?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2225930484733151083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2225930484733151083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2225930484733151083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2225930484733151083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/newwwww-yooooooooork.html' title='Newwwww Yooooooooork :)'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S5akSHGUflI/AAAAAAAAA3A/x_8bLyyHpgs/s72-c/museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-8401263793609210258</id><published>2010-02-25T03:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T05:03:51.945+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IM Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S4XJ7D8Tw1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/n3L5SaVfIhw/s1600-h/lulunewcartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S4XJ7D8Tw1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/n3L5SaVfIhw/s400/lulunewcartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441977741254837074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so it s been a while since i posted anything and its been crazy. i am now in the states yes.. amreeka sheeka beeka. with my taller other half and my mini me. or mini-us lets say :P&lt;br /&gt;lulu has grow so much habeebti. and i think this is the best phase. when they start to interact and copy you. but now i have to be careful what i say! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now being in america for a while. the flight is something i will not miss. travelling alone with a baby on plane full of not only babies but sick babies and kids coughing all over the place is not an experience i want to relive. i dont miss the indian guy sniffing his vicks and coughing and falling asleep almost on my  arm . i will not miss the indian kid yelling "MAMA AJAAAA MAMAA AJA" throughout the 16 hour flight. aaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo what else is new.. i will try to blog more often. as for now this is the creepy version of lulu the bride of chucky lulu which comes when she is naughty. she sure loves cheerios. they are all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will keep u posted :)&lt;br /&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/13731624-8401263793609210258?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8401263793609210258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=8401263793609210258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8401263793609210258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8401263793609210258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back.html' title='IM Back'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S4XJ7D8Tw1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/n3L5SaVfIhw/s72-c/lulunewcartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3220710564938801525</id><published>2010-01-30T00:07:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T05:40:52.968+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Order you LuShae Jewelry NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S3n5iHZFzXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FLKd2PRyHIA/s1600-h/myring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S3n5iHZFzXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FLKd2PRyHIA/s400/myring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438652389521739122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S2NR8uOzoZI/AAAAAAAAA2U/cqif3AShiIs/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S2NR8uOzoZI/AAAAAAAAA2U/cqif3AShiIs/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432275679183085970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers. i am sorry i have not posted in a while things have been a bit crazy  im in amreeka sheeka now with hubby( he is working). but i promise i will post all my updates soon. with cartoons! But for now i want you all to take a minute to check out this site &lt;a href="http://www.jewelryartdesigns.com/jewelry-jad.asp?p=Earrings"&gt; LaShae Jewelry&lt;/a&gt; . i placed my order and just 3 days later it had arrived! they have a variety of designs that can get shipped right to your door with reasonable prices and great quality! its even better than in the photos :) check out their pendants and earrings as well !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's hard to find online sites you can trust and know wont dissapoint you .so if you're looking for one - you just might give them a try like i did :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-3220710564938801525?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3220710564938801525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3220710564938801525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3220710564938801525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3220710564938801525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2010/01/order-you-lushae-jewelry-now.html' title='Order you LuShae Jewelry NOW'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/S3n5iHZFzXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FLKd2PRyHIA/s72-c/myring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2375277239253773442</id><published>2009-12-14T13:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:27:13.603+03:00</updated><title type='text'>jingal jingal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkEhCtKEXi4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkEhCtKEXi4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i posted. and well it is for many reasons. but mostly cause i like to post with a new cartoon and i havent had much time to do a cartoon for my posts. but coming soon is my cartoon for my visit to london!! and it includes a cartoon of the day i got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIT BY A SQUIRREL&lt;/span&gt;! i mean things like this just happen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;!!! had to get a tetanus shot! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.... its the first time i stay anywhere that is not in the middle-east and i am surprised  that there are a lot of hijabees here and london is pretty much 90% arabs! in the emergency waiting room while waiting for my tetanus shot i saw, a syrian couple, 2 moroccan man, an egyptian with his mom, an iranian, a libyan and surprising the security gaurd who i thought was from nigeria came to me and said " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya ukhiteeee intii mneeenaaa?"&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUDANI&lt;/span&gt; accent haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in london it was like a bigger middle east! it was nice and i learnt not to feed any squirrels! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my little lulu... she is getting bigger and everyday she does something new. i remember going into the hospital with my big belly/karsh and i just could not imagine how it would be like to be a mom. and i remember when i left the hospital with her in my arms i was thinking! IS THAT's IT? i can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE HER HOME&lt;/span&gt;?! i felt like i needed to go through some sort of test or fill in some papers that make sure i will be able to do this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMMY&lt;/span&gt; job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets easier everyday. and anything i do for my baby. no matter how hard or tiring. i do with love and i will never ever make her feel guilty for any of this. some moms keep bringing up the 16 hours of labor or the 9 months they carried you around in thier belly. or the sleepless nights or trips to the hospital in the middle of the night to thier kids when the grow up just to make them feel guilty for being born or like no matter what they do it wont compare to 9 months and labor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes a mom does go through a lot. but it is all worth one smile, one laugh, and seeing your baby grown up and okay. that is my reward. i dont need a future thank you. i thank GOd for this blessing and i love being a mom.  al hamduliAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all you ppl who celebrate christmas! JINGAL JINGAL is dedicated to you :) hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2375277239253773442?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2375277239253773442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2375277239253773442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2375277239253773442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2375277239253773442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingal-jingal.html' title='jingal jingal'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2648861153433909226</id><published>2009-10-18T13:03:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:44:22.856+03:00</updated><title type='text'>GREETINGS FROM SCOTLAND ( SCO2LAND)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Strrcg6HToI/AAAAAAAAAys/iDglHk1lU0I/s1600-h/SCO2LAN+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Strrcg6HToI/AAAAAAAAAys/iDglHk1lU0I/s400/SCO2LAN+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393882378832137858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES believe it or not i am in scotland! my taller other half (hubby) is here for work and we came along! where do i start... it's so beautiful here. i feel like i have never seen trees or nature till now! trees to me have always been one color. GREEN! here now that is autumn there are wonderful shades of orange,red &amp;amp; yellow sometimes even purplish yellow! well its cold here in aberdeen but if you see lulu wearing her winter clothes and how her little tiny face comes out of a rabbit hat it is worth it! not only is nature here breathtaking. there are lots of ..... COWS!!!! AAAAAAAH! am i in heaven ? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously never in my life did i see so many cow and sheep roam freely in one place! And it is also the first time i see a horse wearing a jacket!!! YES! some horses wear jackets lol! i mean i can so imagine a rich horse wearing a burberry's jacket ! oh and the people here are so FFRRRRRRRRiendly! i love the accent! but sometimes they talk Rrrrrrrrreeeeellly fast i dont get what they say! but so so so sweet! they say lulu is a "GOrrrrrrrgeous PRrrrincess" hehe she is lovin it here as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so soso dont want to go back to reality. i would move here in a blink. oh its so weird to drink tap water here! its actually drinking water! try that in jordan and u will be in the hospital within minutes. there are rabbits and squirrels running around. there is a smell of fresh flowers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did no one ever tell me scotland was so AMAZING! al hamduliah that God has granted me the gift of seeing such a beautiful country! Sub7an Allah is all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big hug to scotland, scotland cows , and ofcourse scottish people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dino skips in cow farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND on top of allllllll this.... CHOCOLATES HERE........ *dino faints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i have not tasted chocolate TILL NOW! even the ones we have in dubai are NOT like the ones herE! they just taste SO much better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion is I LOVE SCo2land :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/StrxL601wfI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ml4cm08X0F0/s1600-h/DSC03512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/StrxL601wfI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ml4cm08X0F0/s400/DSC03512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393888690801328626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/13731624-2648861153433909226?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Strrcg6HToI/AAAAAAAAAys/iDglHk1lU0I/s72-c/SCO2LAN+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6391224309446393536</id><published>2009-08-21T11:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:25:10.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Kareem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/So5Zqn2fhkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KLzumtwbX1M/s1600-h/ramadankareem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/So5Zqn2fhkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KLzumtwbX1M/s400/ramadankareem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372329994286499394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all in this شهر&lt;br /&gt;May you never ever feel قهر&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all happiness&lt;br /&gt;and yummy salatas with lots of خس&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ّi also am sure you will eat lots of حلو&lt;br /&gt;qatayef for dessert with lots of حشو&lt;br /&gt;careful from those extra calories&lt;br /&gt;especially in the samboosa with cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that this month is truely blessed&lt;br /&gt;even though some ladies still are hardly dressed&lt;br /&gt;Lots of rewards and أجر that can't be missed&lt;br /&gt;The month of the quran &amp; not هز الوسط&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6391224309446393536?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6391224309446393536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6391224309446393536' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6391224309446393536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6391224309446393536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan-kareem.html' title='Ramadan Kareem'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/So5Zqn2fhkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KLzumtwbX1M/s72-c/ramadankareem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3802574453796917923</id><published>2009-08-03T15:14:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:04:35.109+03:00</updated><title type='text'>modern hijab</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nRMxJfY_FXs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nRMxJfY_FXs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but notice that nowadays hijab has turned into a fashion statement and it is no longer stopping some girls from certain actions. for ex. i was walking in the parking and i see a girl bending over to get something from her car. i could not see her face yet. i could only see her thong and u know... i got used to this manzar but to my shock when she stood up and her head was out of the car.... she was wearing HIJJAB? r u kidding me? cover your head and expose ur (_/_) . not only that i have noticed that there are lots of girls that wear hijab yet have boyfriends, and don't even pray. so what is the point of it? just covering a bad hair day? i dunno but i feel slowly the world is coming to an end and the older i get the bigger the shocks i see around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah yihdeena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-3802574453796917923?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3802574453796917923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3802574453796917923' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3802574453796917923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3802574453796917923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/08/modern-hijab.html' title='modern hijab'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5710084183538586435</id><published>2009-07-31T08:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:22:49.648+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagoora gets a Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1ruDg7ZykE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1ruDg7ZykE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gaining a few pounds in her honeymoon bagoora decided to get a makeover with mbc joella a7la :) i was luck enough to record the episode for you all :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy my latest animation of bagoora and tell me if u like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-5710084183538586435?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5710084183538586435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5710084183538586435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5710084183538586435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5710084183538586435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/07/bagoora-gets-makeover.html' title='Bagoora gets a Makeover'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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So i have been thinking a lot about life and how we tend to change sometimes without even realizing we are changing and before you know it you are looking at yourself and thinking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO AM I&lt;/span&gt;? what happened to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD ME&lt;/span&gt;?! And no matter how hard you try to reach the person you were, its just not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes and the old you is more and more intangible. like a faint memory that you yourself doubt was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting the other day while lulu was sleeping in my lap. i noticed the floor needed cleaning and well not major major cleaning. a few little crumbs of za3tar here and there. i ws too lazy and said i will clean it later. then i dropped my pasta plate later on that day and oh my you cant ignore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;! so i ended up mopping the whole floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i saying this? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get to the point ya dino&lt;/span&gt;! yes yes okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel our heart starts out like a white floor. or carpet lets say. little sins may be little crumbs we think are insignificant and we ignore them because we think its a mess that we will eventually clean. with time if we dont clean these little crumbs or stains our heart will no longer be white and it will be harder to get it clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we fall into huge sins that we either feel so bad about that we repent and our whole heart is cleansed. other ppl choose to ignore the big stains thinking its too late to clean anything right now cause the stain is probably never going to go away after so long. so they add more and more 6eeneh to it :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel my heart needs major cleaning. with chlorox jiff anything :) and i hate how i get caught up in life and i forget the major thing we were brought here for. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3ibada &lt;/span&gt;( worshipping) Allah in everything we do. We have to fix out niya ( intentions) in everything we do so that even bringing up a child is rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are easier said than done. and i will inshala work hard on going back to the way i used to be and better inshala. Even when i miss a prayer, even when i dont wake up for fajr, God still blesses me everyday in everyway &amp;amp; all i can say is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al Hamdulila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i wish i could send my heart to to the drycleaners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the most Merciful. AL Rahman Al Raheem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for Ramadan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah yu3fu 3anna wa yihdeena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-831262564523350792?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/831262564523350792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=831262564523350792' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/831262564523350792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/831262564523350792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-heart-needs-dry-cleaning.html' title='My heart needs Dry Cleaning'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3311583533951489946</id><published>2009-07-18T20:58:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:47:51.055+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SmIgogCGLII/AAAAAAAAAyI/KCeZVrrBlSg/s1600-h/DOONILULU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SmIgogCGLII/AAAAAAAAAyI/KCeZVrrBlSg/s400/DOONILULU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359882386689895554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... its been a while since i told you guys my news. Motherhood is a 24 hour job.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try to compare motherhood to a normal daily job. Any job is a piece of cake next to being a 24 hour mother and ofcourse a wife. If u have a maid at home and work and say ur life is even harder casue u are a mother and working. sorry. you have a maid. when you get home you actually spend quality time with your baby while someone cleans the house for you and will hold your baby for you when you need to shower or run to the supermarket. it's still hard but when ur on ur own its harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean even when i finally get a chance to sleep im sleeping and my mind is awake and worried about my little lulu. Worried that she would puke in her sleep and choke and that i would not hear her! b3eed il shar. All sorts of motherly fears come to my mind and i just am always so scared of doing something wrong. She will be 3 months in 2 days inshala! She always wants to be held and i must admit&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " dala3naaha"&lt;/span&gt;. which is why she crys when we put her down and will only sleep in someones arms. At first she wanted to be held. then she wanted to be held while you are standing, then she wanted you to walk around with her, then now her new thing is to sit in the stroller while i walk around the house lol. soon she will need a helicopter ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is starting to smile more and make the cutest baby sounds and sometimes yells at me in her baby talk and it sounds something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" INGEL3iii" &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if i finally get a chance to shower she has to puke all over me to express her love. I actually realized that babies have different crys! i mean is so amusing! there is the ENGGeee &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt; and the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AAGHH AGHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; and ofcourse the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWoooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to tell any woman out there who is about to have a baby and is freaking out and who is a new mom as well. Its not as scary as it seems. It is a lot of hard work but its worth it . You'll get the hang of it. I can say i am now starting to enjoy motherhood more because im understanding my little lulu more and im not afraid to go out to the mall with her anymore. :) but i have to say you seem to forget about yourself, your life and your baby is your life now and you no longer live for you but for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving her more and more each day and this love is the strongest love i have ever felt. I just want to protect her. I feel she was safer in my belly! :P now with her strong kicks and her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ras il belaGleG" &lt;&lt;/span&gt;-- jiggly head. i always hope she doesnt hurt herself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe im a mother. i still cant believe i finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DELIVERED&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im getting better at animation and will post more bagoora stories soon inshala :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-3311583533951489946?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3311583533951489946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3311583533951489946' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3311583533951489946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3311583533951489946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-updates.html' title='My Updates'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SmIgogCGLII/AAAAAAAAAyI/KCeZVrrBlSg/s72-c/DOONILULU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2696325695676523648</id><published>2009-07-11T22:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:52:21.999+03:00</updated><title type='text'>bagoora's tribute to micheal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ez4MUX_8ZfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ez4MUX_8ZfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second animation :) what do u think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2696325695676523648?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2696325695676523648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2696325695676523648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2696325695676523648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2696325695676523648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/07/bagooras-tribute-to-micheal.html' title='bagoora&apos;s tribute to micheal'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6579118020413151769</id><published>2009-07-09T15:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:23:28.148+03:00</updated><title type='text'>my first animation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZvHDz_bT-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZvHDz_bT-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been trying to teach myself animation on flash and here is my first bagoora animation :)&lt;br /&gt;it is when i callef her in her honeymoon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know lots of technical mistakes but will get better inshala :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6579118020413151769?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6579118020413151769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6579118020413151769' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6579118020413151769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6579118020413151769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-animation.html' title='my first animation'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4124447402579155386</id><published>2009-07-06T13:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:20:35.885+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SlHP6rzYRNI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9qk7Uhuc_Bg/s1600-h/360fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SlHP6rzYRNI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9qk7Uhuc_Bg/s400/360fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355290039017817298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5 am i hear what sounded like lulu choke&lt;br /&gt;so with motherly hysteria and fear i woke!!&lt;br /&gt;half asleep i got out of bed with a JUMP!&lt;br /&gt;i tripped on a blanket fell  on my back with a"THUMP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed woke up masroo3 from the sound&lt;br /&gt;he was so scared when to see me on the ground&lt;br /&gt;lulu was fine and was fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed gave me a lecture "not to Anu6 or LEAP"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is for me is to wake up for fajer&lt;br /&gt;Before i wake up hurt or with a broken ijer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-4124447402579155386?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4124447402579155386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4124447402579155386' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4124447402579155386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4124447402579155386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayyyyy.html' title='Ayyyyy'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SlHP6rzYRNI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9qk7Uhuc_Bg/s72-c/360fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-73472474111519096</id><published>2009-06-18T20:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:03:56.919+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagoora updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sjp-qCaapoI/AAAAAAAAAx4/wGZ5d5C4-OA/s1600-h/bagorowedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sjp-qCaapoI/AAAAAAAAAx4/wGZ5d5C4-OA/s400/bagorowedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348726768123160194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have not been able to update the blog for a while. i have actually not been able to do many things. Being a mom is a full time job. when i say full time i mean there is no time at all to do anything but feed lulu, change lulu, hold lulu, burp lulu *cycle continues. My time is not mine anymore, i forgot how it feels like to think of myself and to do anything other than be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It gets easier with time and everyday you fall more and more in love with your baby. She is starting to smile and makes the cutest sounds! sometimes i just feel my heart turns into melted hot fudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Big News. After feeling neglected and replaced. Bagoora chose to accept a marriage proposal from 6owr from her past. She is happy and says she will visit me from time to time. I will miss her and will still update you with her cartoons when i get a chance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-73472474111519096?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/73472474111519096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=73472474111519096' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/73472474111519096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/73472474111519096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/06/bagoora-updates.html' title='Bagoora updates'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sjp-qCaapoI/AAAAAAAAAx4/wGZ5d5C4-OA/s72-c/bagorowedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2834943296897154303</id><published>2009-05-07T15:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:12:09.220+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>Motha-Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SgLVXEPSssI/AAAAAAAAAxw/tu-E7zomUZA/s1600-h/moherhood.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333059501011677890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SgLVXEPSssI/AAAAAAAAAxw/tu-E7zomUZA/s400/moherhood.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 283px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have to remind myself everyday&lt;br /&gt;that im the motha of this baby&lt;br /&gt;She only wakes up at night to play&lt;br /&gt;will mommy ever sleep? maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life did i hold this much poop&lt;br /&gt;My life has turned into a big Loop&lt;br /&gt;i am feeding,changing, burping lulu 24 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;i miss sleeping ofcourse ! lulu please sleepat night if u may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was not informed that it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;i feel like lulu's body guard&lt;br /&gt;i am her all you can eat open buffet&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a cow in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must say all this work &amp;amp; lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;is nothing compared to this love so deep&lt;br /&gt;i love you lulu no matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;even when u vomit on mommy &amp;amp; cover her with poo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i introduce my lulu cartoon in this post :) she is cuter but its close&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2834943296897154303?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2834943296897154303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2834943296897154303' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2834943296897154303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2834943296897154303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/05/motha-hood.html' title='Motha-Hood'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SgLVXEPSssI/AAAAAAAAAxw/tu-E7zomUZA/s72-c/moherhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5209114650688185804</id><published>2009-05-02T15:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:03:18.603+03:00</updated><title type='text'>EPidural I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sfw2fOg_AJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/79a-5rdbyr8/s1600-h/EPIDURAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sfw2fOg_AJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/79a-5rdbyr8/s400/EPIDURAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331195969000112274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in so much pain&lt;br /&gt;till you came along&lt;br /&gt;you are the sun after the rain&lt;br /&gt;i am writing you this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epidural..Epidural i love you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i hesitated to take you&lt;br /&gt;You worked like magic!&lt;br /&gt;Without you my delivery would have been tragic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR amo who took my pain away&lt;br /&gt;i thank you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;i would have hugged u but islamically its not okay&lt;br /&gt;but your work is fine ART :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Epidural Epidural I Love you&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what i would have done without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-5209114650688185804?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5209114650688185804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5209114650688185804' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5209114650688185804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5209114650688185804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/05/epidural-i-love-you.html' title='EPidural I Love You'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sfw2fOg_AJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/79a-5rdbyr8/s72-c/EPIDURAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5323712042797876851</id><published>2009-04-27T15:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:09:35.018+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TRUE LABOR EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SfWgaOLkMFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/psia2KoIYY0/s1600-h/labor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SfWgaOLkMFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/psia2KoIYY0/s400/labor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329342106406498386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you have followed my status updates &amp;amp; notes you might have known i have FINALLY delivered my lulu! I tried everything to deliver! and when i say everything i mean EVERYTHING! Including walking, driving on bumpy roads, eating spicy foods, dancing, foot massages, &amp;amp; finally my last resort CASTOR OIL! which i was told can cause major dhierria &amp;amp; Qontraqtiions! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was overdue and desperate to deliver and drank almost all of the bottle! So i sat there an hour 2 hours. 3. 4.. nothing. no REAQtion. no QontraQshon. so i lost hope and knew that this baby is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the castor oil around 1 pm. at around 2 am finally a REAQtion. i got Qontractions. which i thought were false labor. i could still Qook afterall. they were a bit stronger. 5 mins apart. still i did not believe it could be REAL! So i told ahmed to go back to sleep &amp;amp; came on FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was sitting and updating my status..... i felt my WATER BREAK! which explains how i updated my status! Some ppl thought i ran to facebook after my water broke lol i didnt i was on already and said i might as well UPDATE lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... after my water broke i knew THIS IS IT! I informed the world with msgs &amp;amp; calls on my way to the hospital. it was 6 AM traffic TIME. thoughts of delivering on the way were running through my mind! but hamdulila traffic wasnt bad! i reached the hospital!! Was put on a wheel chair! which ended up being full of more WATER lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the Qontractions werent that bad. i was taking pics with my friends smiling making jokes. i would say " EWWWWA" with every contraction. i thought i was dialated ! Apparently i was only 1 CM! i should 10CM to deliver! AAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr said i was expected to deliver at around 4 PM! AAAAH! it was 6 AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qontractions started getting stronger! i asked for the epidural! they said they cant give it to me up until im at least more than 3 CM dialated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAIN WAS INTOLERABLE! i started saying things like : "BIDEEESH AWLED"&lt;br /&gt;there were no more smiles. just tears &amp;amp; pain &amp;amp; even vomiting. i still cant believe that some woman deliver without any medication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 3 pm i was still just 3 CM!!!! i was in so much pain i became a bit violent lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 4 pm my friends would ask me to pray for them all i could pray for was the EPIDURAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY the DOCTOR Came. and btw on this day i think everyone had the pleasure of literally seeing another SIDE of me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the magic of the epidural. i felt nothing anymore. no pain. i was making jokes. smiling. i could actually witness the delivery instead of just screaming with pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5:20 Pm after around 16 hours of labor. lulu arrived into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL HAMDULILAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i do miss sleep. i do feel like a cow more than ever especially when i pump milk lol&lt;br /&gt;i do change diapers all day &amp;amp; night. I have been been puked on with milk many times. I have been pooped on. I am still recovering from the delivery. But lulu is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah yi7meeha. She needs mommy now. another poopie. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lubna i didnt draw u. i used alia and zahray  mama and 7amooda from older posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-5323712042797876851?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5323712042797876851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5323712042797876851' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5323712042797876851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5323712042797876851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-true-labor-experience.html' title='MY TRUE LABOR EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SfWgaOLkMFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/psia2KoIYY0/s72-c/labor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-1265880793576332119</id><published>2009-04-22T18:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:22:41.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LULULEEESH Lulu is Finally Here</title><content type='html'>will post details soon. but for now summary is. i delivered april 20th. 5:20 pm after my labor started 2 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with lulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post the labor adventures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-1265880793576332119?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1265880793576332119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=1265880793576332119' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1265880793576332119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1265880793576332119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/lululeeesh-lulu-is-finally-here.html' title='LULULEEESH Lulu is Finally Here'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-9073752809751992649</id><published>2009-04-15T21:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:50:50.438+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIno Did Not Deliver</title><content type='html'>Too lazy to draw a cartoon. just updating you before u assume that i delivered in the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE still here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i will keep u posted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-9073752809751992649?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/9073752809751992649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=9073752809751992649' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/9073752809751992649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/9073752809751992649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dino-did-not-deliver.html' title='DIno Did Not Deliver'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3850258048400220079</id><published>2009-04-13T12:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:53:35.581+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulu Bifafee LAba6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SeMLlXO8I2I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/A5SbM1Y3MEo/s1600-h/lulutan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SeMLlXO8I2I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/A5SbM1Y3MEo/s400/lulutan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324111921001800546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ya Yumma.. Ya habeebti...&lt;br /&gt;Would you like a cocktail or tea?&lt;br /&gt;Whats so cool about my belly?&lt;br /&gt;shaklek 7abbeh titbahdelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur laba6 is starting to get on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;Ur kalbazah is adding to my "curves"&lt;br /&gt;I think ENOUGH Is Enough already!&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever be READY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting calls and msgs everyday&lt;br /&gt;Asking if you came out to play&lt;br /&gt;You already have a group of fans here!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE KHALSEEENI! *dino sheds a tear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-3850258048400220079?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3850258048400220079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3850258048400220079' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3850258048400220079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3850258048400220079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/lulu-bifafee-laba6.html' title='Lulu Bifafee LAba6'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SeMLlXO8I2I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/A5SbM1Y3MEo/s72-c/lulutan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5362492149058431875</id><published>2009-04-11T04:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:36:10.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Waley Lulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sd_z7ELkmcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Q8ch4IQRGoI/s1600-h/golferllulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sd_z7ELkmcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Q8ch4IQRGoI/s400/golferllulu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323241480635324866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu at first waznek ma kansh t2eeel&lt;br /&gt;I compared you to a happy meal&lt;br /&gt;Now you are hurting my back&lt;br /&gt;And you r leaving no room for my snack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say for golfing there is the golf creek&lt;br /&gt;So why don't u break my water! a small little leak!&lt;br /&gt;Look around you for the nearest exit please&lt;br /&gt;And when you're out the dr will spank your t$%z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waley lulu your making mommy go insane&lt;br /&gt;You better not give me major labor pain!&lt;br /&gt;Also don't break the water in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Allah ysam7ek 3ala this weight gain! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translation : waznek ma kansh t2eeel= u werent that heavy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-5362492149058431875?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5362492149058431875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5362492149058431875' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5362492149058431875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5362492149058431875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/waley-lulu.html' title='Waley Lulu'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sd_z7ELkmcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Q8ch4IQRGoI/s72-c/golferllulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5359112698759579246</id><published>2009-04-08T05:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T05:32:20.084+03:00</updated><title type='text'>When will u sharfeena?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SdwMn4bCDvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/0CErcNmNwAs/s1600-h/deliveries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SdwMn4bCDvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/0CErcNmNwAs/s400/deliveries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322142738945281778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Almost all my bregnant friends have had their babies&lt;br /&gt;I asked my DR when will I?! she gave me lots of "maybes"&lt;br /&gt;So here i am sleepless and inflated&lt;br /&gt;i think my delivery will be belated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my little lulu is having fun inside&lt;br /&gt;I shall jiggle my big belly with pride&lt;br /&gt;"LULU U CANNOT FOREVER HIDE"&lt;br /&gt;Soon my taf3eees u cannot ABIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you will make me wait ya binti&lt;br /&gt;The more i will fa3is the inti&lt;br /&gt;so please please yumma sharfina&lt;br /&gt;ta3ali la your mama dina!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-5359112698759579246?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5359112698759579246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5359112698759579246' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5359112698759579246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5359112698759579246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-will-u-sharfeena.html' title='When will u sharfeena?'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SdwMn4bCDvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/0CErcNmNwAs/s72-c/deliveries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5005154300491760167</id><published>2009-04-06T10:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:12:35.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SdmrN0ZQtPI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qtBXOtq97gY/s1600-h/lulusheesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SdmrN0ZQtPI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qtBXOtq97gY/s400/lulusheesha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321472688606196978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lulu! sho bitsawee in my batoon?&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it crowded in there? R u Qoming soon?&lt;br /&gt;I know you are not due for about a week&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't wait to pinch your cheek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you smoking shisha inside?&lt;br /&gt;Are you enjoying the jiggly karoosh ride?&lt;br /&gt;Are you dancing to dagat galbi?&lt;br /&gt;When u are out akeed ra7 tghalbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if u will be as crazy as mommy&lt;br /&gt;So well as long as you are in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;i must remind u girls are'nt meant to be soccer players&lt;br /&gt;so bikafee shalaleet come out &amp;amp; answer mommy's prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-5005154300491760167?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5005154300491760167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5005154300491760167' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5005154300491760167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5005154300491760167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-lulu.html' title='Dear Lulu'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SdmrN0ZQtPI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qtBXOtq97gY/s72-c/lulusheesha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-7896946150617057033</id><published>2009-03-28T23:58:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:13:01.036+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat pregnant pregnancy pigging out'/><title type='text'>Pregnanc = Bagraneh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sc6QpCZcrtI/AAAAAAAAAww/iK-C7NCX3kA/s1600-h/fatso.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318347244663779026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sc6QpCZcrtI/AAAAAAAAAww/iK-C7NCX3kA/s400/fatso.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 391px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe some of you are sick of pregnancy talk. Others are feeling pregnant themselves from my posts and status updates. But what can i say? I usually post about my life and now i am pregnant and pretty much that is all i can talk about :) wait till lulu is here and i'll drive you crazy with baby talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i was pregnant i just craved chocolate. Then after i got pregnant i could hardly eat for 3 months of puking and lost 6 kg . then....there was a major turn in my karoosh lovin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed thinking of my next meal. i woke up thinking of breakfast. i ate breakfast and planned my lunch. My cravings changed from just chocolata to everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i didnt gain as much as some pregnant ladies but i also was no angelina when i got pregnant so i have to keep that in mind before i pig out! But sometimes my cravings are stronger than my self control. *munching on chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks left! AAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagoora looked at me the other day and said " mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-7896946150617057033?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7896946150617057033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=7896946150617057033' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7896946150617057033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7896946150617057033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnanc-bagraneh_28.html' title='Pregnanc = Bagraneh'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sc6QpCZcrtI/AAAAAAAAAww/iK-C7NCX3kA/s72-c/fatso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6518899586260725532</id><published>2009-03-25T10:00:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:40:31.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My First False Labor Experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/ScnXTNDpXNI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/d7sHYoxNnAY/s1600-h/false+labor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/ScnXTNDpXNI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/d7sHYoxNnAY/s400/false+labor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317017560010022098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently i have been feeling some abdominal pain that i just assumed was some " bowel"movement or kick lol. Till i started timing the pain and apparently it was every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing myself and how i have high pain endurance it hit me that it could be contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i call the emergency number in the hospital and ask them what i should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello im in my 37th week and im having constant contractions what should i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino lady : ohhh maam.. ur still early... but now taqe a hot shower and two panadol and if the contrQshan not going away and you feel you qannat Qook then qome to emergency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino thinking to myself&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " Can't what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well i assumed she meant when the pain gets stronger.. so after all that i still had contractions.. i go to my mom "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yumma batneee biwaji3ni"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *sits up in bed and although was almost asleep is wide awake and about to jump&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EIIIIIIIIISH!!! KAYF Waja3 ?! YA KHEEEEEBTI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino *very relaxed... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" mama it's probably nothing... momkin bas ghazaaat" lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" mush 2oltelik itdubeee il shanta taba3t il mustashfa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma3lish mama ma3lish mush 7awled today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haram she starts running around the house trying to gather anything she could that i will need in  case of DELIVERY! Then she remmeber that most of the baby clothes she has are 6 months or 3 months as she anticipated a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG BAGOORA KALABEEZ BABY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my sister wakes up to the commotion and chaos going on around her and asks half asleeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sho 3am biseeer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom answers hyterically with a freaking out tone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" UKHTIK BTUWLED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister went back to sleep.. i think she knew it was not the real deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running around the house and gathering what we could at 3 am we headed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;They connected me to a maching that senses the contractions . And apparently I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; having contractions and I WAS unaware of most of them lol My mom would see the contraction on the screen and say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" bit7iseeeesh inti yama"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 25 mins of contraction monitoring the same nurse that answered the phone came to talk to me. she was like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your Qontracshans are not strong enough and you are not yet dialated. I told you on the pone to qome only when you qannot Qook..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino thinking...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " cook?" i mean i could hardly cook anything when i came..&lt;br /&gt;momkin kaset shay &lt;/span&gt;but not COOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qontinues " So epery 15 Miniks 10 miniks 5 minik qontraction and you qannot qook then qome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly hit me.... she had a problem with the letter K... she replaces it with manhy letters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cannot Qook =Cannot COPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my first false labor experience... i cannot Cook but i can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COPE&lt;/span&gt; :) and today i plan on getting my bag ready incase!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still getting small Qontraaaaaqshans! pray for me!!! Poor mama i gave her a good scare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6518899586260725532?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6518899586260725532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6518899586260725532' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6518899586260725532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6518899586260725532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-false-labor-experience.html' title='My First False Labor Experience!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/ScnXTNDpXNI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/d7sHYoxNnAY/s72-c/false+labor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4500196312406860711</id><published>2009-03-24T17:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:18:48.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/ScjrvQ9mi2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/DYuLE0PRMSA/s1600-h/belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/ScjrvQ9mi2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/DYuLE0PRMSA/s400/belly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316758557350595426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Dear Pregnant Belly&lt;br /&gt;You were once simple a Karoosh&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes still feel like jelly&lt;br /&gt;And sometime i fill you with Fatoosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes block my view&lt;br /&gt;And are starting to get in my way&lt;br /&gt;You are so big i can't reach my shoe&lt;br /&gt;You are getting bigger everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss using you as a table&lt;br /&gt;But i will not miss you in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;when you are gone i will finally be able&lt;br /&gt;to sleep without counting sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p.s. this cartoon is an illustration of a real photo i took watching tv and was told its too embarrassing to post on my blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-4500196312406860711?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4500196312406860711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4500196312406860711' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4500196312406860711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4500196312406860711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-belly.html' title='Dear Belly'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/ScjrvQ9mi2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/DYuLE0PRMSA/s72-c/belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5473777848610200844</id><published>2009-03-24T00:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:54:33.319+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Minute Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/ScgC2FFxDZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yO0V0ZKtYWc/s1600-h/duedate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/ScgC2FFxDZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yO0V0ZKtYWc/s400/duedate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316502488213425554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have officially entered the 9th month. Actually i am starting the 2nd week of the 9th month. It is said that as soon as you enter the 9th month you could POP anyday. Usually if its the first baby you finish your whole month but in some cases you deliver 2 weeks or more before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am i feeling this month? Its like  i was not pregnant till this month started! my movement is sooooo hard! getting out of a chair seems like an exhausting task! I sit there and have to swing myself off the chair or ask someone to help me up! I usually dont feel like getting up after i sit down! Baby lulu is getting bigger and so are her kicks! She is starting to hurt mommy with her turns and kicks. Not only is there pressure on my bladder but my intestines seem squashed ! *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days are long... and so are my nights... when will i boggg this baby already! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i know i will not sleep when she is out but i already cant sleep or roll over in bed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA GO to the bathroom.. again... "YA MAMA BIKAFEE SHALALEET "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for Dinos!!&lt;br /&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/13731624-5473777848610200844?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5473777848610200844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5473777848610200844' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5473777848610200844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5473777848610200844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/03/any-minute-now.html' title='Any Minute Now'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/ScgC2FFxDZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yO0V0ZKtYWc/s72-c/duedate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-864454912005272857</id><published>2009-03-12T00:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:20:12.348+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Lion Dino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sbg5EjWZtkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/A_wI3dTE00c/s1600-h/CRANDINO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sbg5EjWZtkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/A_wI3dTE00c/s400/CRANDINO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312058510854960706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So now that i am entering the 9th month! AAAAH! let me repeat that so that it will sink in the 9th month! im just feeling all sorts of things. i mean its only now that i REALLY feel pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the pregnancy i felt like i was just a bit bloated and maybe sometimes food poisoned because of the puking. Then in the second trimester it was like am getting fat only in mostly in my belly and that my meals are alive and just twirling in my stomach. I also felt like a pig from the way i have been attacking food! i also felt like a cow for reasons i am not comfortable sharing on my blog lol well im sure most of u got it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.... i feel like a sea lion lying on a shore of an ocean. All i wanna do is sleep on a rock and listen to the sound of the ocean. I also feel like a penguin when i walk from side to side. i can't even turn around in bed without feeling like i need a crane to come and pick me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that there is a head on my bladder. meaning i might move me bed into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. so to summarize... pregnancy makes humans experience being all sorts of animal like traits and its a lovely experience lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!! AAAAAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-864454912005272857?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/864454912005272857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=864454912005272857' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/864454912005272857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/864454912005272857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sea-lion-dino.html' title='Sea Lion Dino'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sbg5EjWZtkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/A_wI3dTE00c/s72-c/CRANDINO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2459174770852031984</id><published>2009-03-04T01:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:56:43.899+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad to be back &amp; Alive !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sa2w3puQBdI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OSP6JCaC_A4/s1600-h/flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sa2w3puQBdI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OSP6JCaC_A4/s400/flight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309094005878818258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt trip was a very in6aras6ing exberyons.. i sink i will talk lik zis for a waaayil :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding... i love the english egypshan.. its like language on its own! Well while i was there i spent most of my time in the hotel but still managed to go the mall "city stars"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never seen worse driving EVER than in egypt! its like who needs roller coaster rides when u can simply get in a CAB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse i had a mild case of food poisoning after having a salad . should have listened to mama when she said dont eat anything that is not cooked. naughty dino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats up with people asking for tips for everthing there?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "ma tekremeeena ba2a" "ma 3andikeesh haga 7ilwa" "tab 2ayzeen nishrab shay" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady in the airport who was checking me in was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" ma feesh haga 7ilwa liya" &lt;/span&gt;*shocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we planned on going to khan al khalili but after hearing about the bombing we chose to stick to city stars mall :P we went to al neel had dinner.. it was nice... i had a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the flight back..... i ended up sitting next to 2 egybshanz ... both male.. on the right a very shy and nervous man and on the left was a very saye3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yo yo wassap"&lt;/span&gt; guy who seemed to have 2 phones and 100 girlfriends. before the plane took off he would call different girls and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" ideeni bosa"&lt;/span&gt; lol eww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so an hour before landing the plane went through major turbulence.. when i say major i mean like the pilot lost control for a whole minute the plane was pretty much crashing.. ppl were screaming and crying... and yelling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"shahada" &lt;/span&gt;! i think i just wanted to hang on to anything! it was so scary.. i thought of the movie final destination.. the series lost and wondered if i will end up on an islan with ben and the lost shilah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all i felt omg.. i dont want to die. and in that moment i felt i regretted so many hours i wasted doing nothing and how bad it felt to know that im an not in that place where i feel islamicly ready.. i feel i got so caught up in life and meaningless things that i forgot that in one second i could die! In that moment i wish i read more quran. that i prayed more. did so many things.. and now im back and im fine and its hard to feel that feeling again. we forget. but God doesnt. we regret. but God forgives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i can be a better person and that i can press one button to clean my heart and make my iman as strong as it once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that was a serious moment.. so well if u all wondered where bagoora is.. she is still in egypt and has been spending lots of time with a gamoosa :P will keep u posted with her news lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im Due April 18th inshala..... &lt;/span&gt;Pray for Me  &amp;amp; little layla "lulu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2459174770852031984?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2459174770852031984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2459174770852031984' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2459174770852031984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2459174770852031984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/03/glad-to-be-back-alive.html' title='Glad to be back &amp; Alive !!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/Sa2w3puQBdI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OSP6JCaC_A4/s72-c/flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3057998444620945718</id><published>2009-02-23T20:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:12:02.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>dino in egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SaLY2uIokVI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tAhatlH-nag/s1600-h/egypt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SaLY2uIokVI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tAhatlH-nag/s400/egypt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306041745604645202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well so sorry for not blogging for so long i have been so busy with the new apartment and the baby room and the pregnancy that i havent had much time to blog. Well now i am blogging for the first time from EGYPT! :) Here for a few days with my hubby who is here for business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said its okay to travel till the 34th week.! wouldnt want to get into labor in the flight! So here i am!! EGypt is something else... or should i say.. IT IZ SOMESINGE ELES! BEoble here all share the same english egyptian accent. I LOVE IT :) its so entertaining just hearing people talk.&lt;br /&gt;even when they talk egyptian they are naturally funny without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE haven't gone to the pyramids but i have seen them before and really dont think running around in the sun would be a good idea :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen how people drive in egypt?!?!? There is no lane.. All cars drive wherever they want to in any direction. its SO SCARY! the cars here look like came out of a abd al haleem old movie! but in general its a nice experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't go out much in the hotel all day while husbandi at work. but i must say i am enjoying watching tv. showtime and orbit and egypSHAN ShAnnelZ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas of where to go if in egypt?? Share with me BLEAZ before march 1rst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masr um il dunya. and i had to come here before being an UM myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-3057998444620945718?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3057998444620945718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3057998444620945718' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3057998444620945718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3057998444620945718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/02/dino-in-egypt.html' title='dino in egypt'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SaLY2uIokVI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tAhatlH-nag/s72-c/egypt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-1532967862404417549</id><published>2009-01-30T11:25:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:33:44.095+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved to New Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SYK6CPTfnbI/AAAAAAAAAvI/G18AlL72YFg/s400/moved.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297000659371924914" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello I'm Back after a long time! I have been so busy with the moving process ! We moved to a new apartment ! It's in sharjah and its much bigger than the one we were in &amp;amp; i love it! hamduliah :) its 5 mins away from my parents house and my best friends live on the same ROAD! woo hooo :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My belly is getting bigger and bigger by the second and i find myself sitting and staring at it while baby lulu kicks and turns and i see it changing in shape! sub7anallah. her kicks are harder now and soon i think they will start to HURT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im in the 29th week. 7th month. so i think i should start the countdown and freaking out! AAAH! I need advice on what are the best stroller/car seat/crib/baby changing table to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you mothers and people with experience in that department don't hesitate in leaving me a comment to enlighten me to this world of baby stuff i just get so confused when i go into the baby shop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. i officially walk like a penguin now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13731624-1532967862404417549?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1532967862404417549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=1532967862404417549' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1532967862404417549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1532967862404417549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/moved-to-new-apartment.html' title='Moved to New Apartment'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SYK6CPTfnbI/AAAAAAAAAvI/G18AlL72YFg/s72-c/moved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-7578536849918772011</id><published>2009-01-11T16:16:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:05:55.654+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Another Massacre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SWnyL8VYKGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WCzHUlkVUXg/s1600-h/pales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SWnyL8VYKGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WCzHUlkVUXg/s400/pales.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290025524311631970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The israeli attack on Gaza continues and in 15 days 875 palestinians were killed (240 children and around 200 women) 4000 injured. Not to mention the many bodies that have not been counted yet as they may still be buried under the rubble. Seeing these war crimes happening everyday on international tv with the world watching and not taking action drives me mad it's emotional and mental exhaustion to see this going on everyday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom's family is in Gaza so is my husbands family and no matter what the israelis claim this war is not targeting HAMAS or (khamas) as they pronounce it. There is no shelter or place to hide. Not even ambulances are safe from their bombs, 11 ambulances destroyed . Israeli air strikes have targeted at least 17 mosques with the latest destroyed by a half-ton BOMB dropped from an F-16. A church seriously damaged, over 12 medics and a journalist killed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My grandmothers house was hit by a bomb but thank God they are all fine. When i say FINE i mean barely surviving. With no electricity or water and very limited food supply left . The windows are all broken down and many die of illness if not by the israeli bombings. Not even schools or shelters are safe from the bombings. Israeli would warn the families they will be bombing in 5 mins and after this warning families would all gather in a shelter or school thinking that they were safe in the UN school. Israel didn't hesitate in bombing it and claiming Hamas was hiding in the school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bombing homes and mosques and schools and killing innocent civilians every single day and claiming it is "self-defense"???? Has anyone seen the rockets launched by hamas? How many israelis have been killed? How man israeli kids? mothers? poor israelis have been taken to group therapy after the sound of the missiles caused them some major trauma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is our palestinian blood cheap? Are we not as human as everyone else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Red Cross is unable to reach the wounded people of gaza and stopped by israeli soldiers. Egypt borders also is not allowing any of the donated food and aid in. Claiming that Israel has the right to decide what goes in and out of the borders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Israel is also using white phosphorus in military operations in areas with dense populations. This substance can burn down houses and causes horrific burns when touching the skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Human Rights Watch believes that the use of white phosphorus in densely populated areas of Gaza violates the international humanitarian law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's all pray for the people of Gaza and hope that GOD saves them from the hell they are living in right now. I only have hope in God as i have lost hope in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; There must be an end to this blood shed and spreading the truth about what is going on is what we can do from where we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gaza you are in our prayers always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-7578536849918772011?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7578536849918772011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=7578536849918772011' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7578536849918772011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/7578536849918772011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-another-massacre.html' title='Another Day Another Massacre'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SWnyL8VYKGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WCzHUlkVUXg/s72-c/pales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6487860533969442909</id><published>2008-12-21T23:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:35:51.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody see Bagoora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SU6nlVtC_-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Leqc9mVA0ow/s1600-h/pregfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SU6nlVtC_-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Leqc9mVA0ow/s400/pregfun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282343672875253730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the 6th month now... and i feel my belly is getting bigger by the second. i wish i could say it was all baby but i know for a fact i have been pigging out! Yes Yes i know i should eat healthy and watch what i eat and those extra pounds will stick to me forever. TELL THAT TO MY APPETITE! It's not a feeling of hunger! its simply "FAJA3"! whats mafjoo3a in english??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly i am sayinbg bye bye to my feet. i still see the front part but im sure soon i will have a hard time reaching my feet! maybe i will walk around barefoot like my cartoon :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bagoora seems to have been missing anyone SEE HER? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-6487860533969442909?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6487860533969442909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6487860533969442909' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6487860533969442909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6487860533969442909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/12/anybody-see-bagoora.html' title='Anybody see Bagoora'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SU6nlVtC_-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Leqc9mVA0ow/s72-c/pregfun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2507160372731620921</id><published>2008-12-14T10:53:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:58:17.574+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its a girl baby new baby girl'/><title type='text'>IT's A GirL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279551088996245714" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SUS7vkEl4NI/AAAAAAAAAts/rl7lqMjhm70/s400/itsagirl.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 316px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry i haven't posted for a while i was in kuwait :) Back now and GUESS WHAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS A GIRL! YIpeeeeeeee! i have to admit i kind of felt it was from the start! with my baby girl baby dreams! i thought maybe the dreams were because i always wanted a girl but apparently my psychic feelings were CORRECT :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone has to stop me from spending all my money on cute baby girl clothes! i am addicted to baby shopping! OH and someone has to STOP ME FROM EATING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the beginning the problem was that i could not eat because of the puking so i ended up losing a lot of weight! NOW I CAN'T STOP! its like there is a HOLE in my stomach i can eat and eat and eat and not feel full!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after the doctor said i gained way too much for one month i am starting to control myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*munching on khass and khyar and healthy food and trying to imagine that it's chocolate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby is kicking now and when i have chocolate i think she starts dancing and kicking all over the place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am going to name her LAYLA inshala :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2507160372731620921?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2507160372731620921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2507160372731620921' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2507160372731620921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2507160372731620921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-girl.html' title='IT&apos;s A GirL'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SUS7vkEl4NI/AAAAAAAAAts/rl7lqMjhm70/s72-c/itsagirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-1010739099650018003</id><published>2008-11-25T15:47:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:53:40.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl or Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SSv0CuCykeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PX4N3RbjWuQ/s1600-h/ULTRASOND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SSv0CuCykeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PX4N3RbjWuQ/s400/ULTRASOND.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272576116323946978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So i still don't know if it's a girl or boy but its so annoying because i could have found out 2 months ago. Last appointment i had it on the calender and thought i had an ultrasound! Apparently i should have booked a separate appointment for ultrasound! So well my appointment is DEC 4th! CANT WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is more important than that baby's sex is that its a healthy baby inshala :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/13731624-1010739099650018003?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1010739099650018003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=1010739099650018003' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1010739099650018003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1010739099650018003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl-or-boy.html' title='Girl or Boy'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SSv0CuCykeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PX4N3RbjWuQ/s72-c/ULTRASOND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-6906550790824765209</id><published>2008-11-18T17:30:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:42:14.464+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SSLSOam0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/CFgpSkbZY4I/s400/dinomama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270005659079033778" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So now i am in the beginning of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th month&lt;/span&gt; now and i feel everyday i find out something new! or i experience something weird! Now my belly is in that stage where people stare at it wondering is it a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KARSH&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pregnant&lt;/span&gt; belly?! I don't puke anymore but well i am expanding ! Some changes are too embarrassing to blog about! lets just say me and cow will only have more and more in common !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start imagining how it will be like after being used to sleeping a lot and having time to myself. I freak out when i think of how i will deal with the responsibilities of having a bobo. But inshala i will manage somehow with a lot of valium and coffee to stay awake :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any mothers out there if you have any useful tips please share them with me and if you are going to tell me negative things like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" forget your life" &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" u will never sleep again"&lt;/span&gt; . save it i have heard it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13731624-6906550790824765209?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6906550790824765209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=6906550790824765209' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6906550790824765209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/6906550790824765209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-fears.html' title='Baby Fears'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SSLSOam0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/CFgpSkbZY4I/s72-c/dinomama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5117072174576074054</id><published>2008-11-17T12:46:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:26:50.509+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have all the Cow-Bees Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SSFBYmjgNtI/AAAAAAAAAtU/lpFUGywjOKw/s400/nobees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269564929922315986" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay for once in my life i will blog about something meaningful &amp;amp; actually freaky! I am not a big fan of bees. When i see one i scream like there is no tomorrow and i ran for my life! I just never thought of bees as pets :S i actually thought they were only good for honey! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so wrong. Well apparently we need these bees to survive! not only do they get us yummy honey for our pancakes but well they pollinate plants and without bees there is no pollination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some may think oh well then too bad for the vegetarians out there i love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAGAR&lt;/span&gt; but truth is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAGAR&lt;/span&gt; and animals feed on plants. And when there are no plants, animals will have no food, and well &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE &lt;/span&gt;would have no food and eventually.... DA DA DA DIE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*GASP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the fact is that bees are dying and disappearing all over the world in vast numbers and the world has no clue at how serious this issue is! Scientist all around the world still don't know why this is happening and some say it could be the cell phone radiation and genetically modified crops ! There is no evidence to prove any of the theories yet.  Truth is this will affect all of the world if not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;END IT&lt;/span&gt; eventually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albert Einstein said : " If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have four years of life left"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally was shocked to hear and read about this because the world has no clue and well maybe by spreading the word i can help save the world in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no bees,no plants, no animals= no us    that is the conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Years later the scientist who solved the world disappearing bees crisis says&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I had no clue about this until i came across a blog with a hijabi and cow cartoon and well i read her post and chose to find the solution to this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah right lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you don't believe me google it yourself its called the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colony collapse disorder&lt;/span&gt;" or search for "disappearing bees"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So next time you see a bee and you are afraid. instead of trying to kill it tell it to go home or give it a hug :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13731624-5117072174576074054?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5117072174576074054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5117072174576074054' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5117072174576074054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5117072174576074054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-have-all-cow-bees-gone.html' title='Where have all the Cow-Bees Gone?'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SSFBYmjgNtI/AAAAAAAAAtU/lpFUGywjOKw/s72-c/nobees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4624650211997076625</id><published>2008-10-26T15:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:52:31.199+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hassa batokhkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SQRmkKeIyuI/AAAAAAAAApY/jNRZgJhZWrE/s1600-h/SHOOTING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SQRmkKeIyuI/AAAAAAAAApY/jNRZgJhZWrE/s400/SHOOTING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261443036147665634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As i promised here is a new cartoon with our new adventures! We wanted to do something new so we went SHOOTING in abu dhabi a few days back and well i must say i was surprised to find out that i actually can AIM! But its not as easy as angelina makes it seem in her movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagoora was afraid that i will aim in her direction when the targets became boring and i was looking for more action and challenge! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i know that i can tukh! but didnt know that my shoulder would be sore afterwards !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion is il biza3ilni.. Batokho :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some ppl who read dina's blog arrest her claiming that she is a potential threat to society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13731624-4624650211997076625?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4624650211997076625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4624650211997076625' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4624650211997076625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4624650211997076625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/hassa-batokhkin.html' title='Hassa batokhkin'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SQRmkKeIyuI/AAAAAAAAApY/jNRZgJhZWrE/s72-c/SHOOTING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5870368806898235274</id><published>2008-10-25T09:05:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:32:14.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobo (_/_)'s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SQK7shh3N5I/AAAAAAAAApQ/bZjgniknAl8/s1600-h/AB18058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SQK7shh3N5I/AAAAAAAAApQ/bZjgniknAl8/s400/AB18058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260973688311199634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for not cartoon today and for being away for a while. i keep catching all sorts of flus and end up feeling sick and tired. I think that i can feel little bobo kicking but not so clearly its like little butterflies or twitches. Some say i could be mistaken that it could be gas lol but i stand by my belief that it was the bobo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love baby (_/_)'s !Soo cute! im probably never going to let my baby wear diapers so that i can admire its tiny tatooz! But well i will probably suffer the consequences! Those tatoozat are tiny and cute you would never believe the amout of poop that can come out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is one of my rather disgusting posts and i dont know why im discussing gas,tatooz and poop 3al subu7. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/13731624-5870368806898235274?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5870368806898235274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5870368806898235274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5870368806898235274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5870368806898235274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/bobo.html' title='Bobo (_/_)&apos;s'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SQK7shh3N5I/AAAAAAAAApQ/bZjgniknAl8/s72-c/AB18058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4758751435505826063</id><published>2008-10-12T14:11:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:46:52.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy &amp; Runny Noses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SPHbte_gnjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/MMnU6QTmCCs/s400/vacuum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256223814578118194" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I learn something new everyday in my pregnancy. Apparently the puking was the reaction of the body rejecting the "bobo" because to the body it is a "foreign body" and will reject it and eventually the immune system will be suppressed an is less effective and well this explains my cold :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like someone forget his shib shib in my throat. I feel like i need to attack a vacuum to each nostril! i think in 2 days i have finished 4 tissue boxes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il muhim al humduliah :) i got to see my bobo move for the first time. Little tiny bobo that is only 4 cms now and already moves and kicks little bobo kicks! Sub7analah!  I mean seriously this calls for a movie called "what lies beneath the karsh" lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13731624-4758751435505826063?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4758751435505826063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4758751435505826063' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4758751435505826063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4758751435505826063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/pregnancy-runny-noses.html' title='Pregnancy &amp; Runny Noses'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SPHbte_gnjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/MMnU6QTmCCs/s72-c/vacuum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-1384482220017507935</id><published>2008-10-06T15:14:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:34:14.853+03:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SOoBS6MAYHI/AAAAAAAAAo0/hdOIZ9pi7Bs/s400/wow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254013339649990770" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now that im pregnant even my dreams revolve around babies and pregnancy and labor! All baby dreams! Last weird dream was that my baby was so tiny and turned into "3ajeeneh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do know that my sister used to call me "al ragheef al 3ajeeb" because of my chubby round face but to have a "3ajeen" baby is something else! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So ofcourse the news of someone being pregnant spreads as fast as the news of engagements and weddings &amp;amp; death (b3eed il shar). So i keep getting calls from people saying&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " YOU'RE PREGNANT!"&lt;/span&gt; followed by a lot of chipmunk like screams and a few&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " OMG OMG OMG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hehe it's nice! But what i hate is the unwanted advice! Or when people decided to say things like " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh you reminded of myself when i was 3 months pregnant i had a miscarriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" or " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i was pregnant i was going to die in the 8th month from complications"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"my marriage was fine up until i had kids" etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What i want to hear not is Happy Thoughts! Im already freaking out about the cow-like milk fountains that could start even before delivery! The Labor Pain! Whether or not to take the risk of Epidural! What will happen in delivery! How i will manage to take care of a baby when i can hardly take care of my plant! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and what i hate! is when they always say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WALAD WALAD" &lt;/span&gt;inshala! As if il binit ils &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mseeebeh&lt;/span&gt;! i mean come on are we still in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stone age&lt;/span&gt;! They go like "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeebi il walad wa i6amani&lt;/span&gt;"! i say kolo min Allah mnee7! And its not like there is a button you press to get a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOY!&lt;/span&gt; i hear stories of men threatening to divorce the wife if she doesn't get a boy! all i can say to that is that is the definition of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"TAKHALUF"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for me i love girls and boys and if i love any gender more it would be girlies! with their cute baby clothes and hair clips! And when they grow up they turn into fountains of love. I would rather have a girl that grows up to make me proud and be good to me than a boy that could eventually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yi6ali3 3ayni&lt;/span&gt; with his mughamarat &amp;amp; raging hormones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cow says she will help and that i am welcome to any fresh milk for the baby at anytime :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-1384482220017507935?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1384482220017507935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=1384482220017507935' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1384482220017507935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1384482220017507935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-on-pregnancy.html' title='More on Pregnancy'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SOoBS6MAYHI/AAAAAAAAAo0/hdOIZ9pi7Bs/s72-c/wow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-1005575204107158560</id><published>2008-09-29T21:48:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:34:14.115+03:00</updated><title type='text'>EID MUBARAK :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SOEjwHOOKpI/AAAAAAAAAew/7zEQqBCJNPc/s1600-h/EIDMUBARAK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SOEjwHOOKpI/AAAAAAAAAew/7zEQqBCJNPc/s400/EIDMUBARAK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251517949970098834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just wrote a long post for EID and it disappered! So let me remember what i said. So EID is here and RAMADAN is over! HOW? i mean it was just yesterday i was thinking its here and now its gone! It was the fastest Ramadan ever. I didn't feel so spirtual this year was puking most of the time and have to make up for 11 days! I puke almost everyday :(-- bobo is tiny but mghaleb il waldeh ktheer ktheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Its EID! Woo hoo! I love waking up early on EID! (only on EID i would rather sleep any other day). So we go to EID prayer then ofcourse we go to have BREAKFAST! i miss having a big yummy breakfast! Pancakes! Fried Eggs with Toast and Croissant &amp;amp; jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered on EID once in jordan a long time ago i saw an AD for shoes. And a girl had bought her new EID shoes. BATA shoes. She slept with them right on her pillow next to her head. i mean okay we look forward to eid and new clothes and shoes but do we have to sniff our shoes to sleep? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofourse bagoora is giving out Eideyeh only to people who promise to sign a contract that they wont slaughet any animals on EID :) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i also love love love ka3k il EID :) especially when it's homemade ! speaking of ka3k bi 3ajweh i remembered a song that i dedicate to anyone who was in jordan who probably heard it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/44124103/10_Abu_Yusuf.m4a"&gt;Ka3k Bi3ajweh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.omernos.com/blog/Abu_Yousef_-_Rakeb_El-Suburban.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; ABU Youssef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino Ahmed &amp;amp; Bagoora wish you all a HAPPY EID wa kol 3am wa into bkhier :)&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/13731624-1005575204107158560?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1005575204107158560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=1005575204107158560' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1005575204107158560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1005575204107158560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/09/eid-mubarak.html' title='EID MUBARAK :)'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SOEjwHOOKpI/AAAAAAAAAew/7zEQqBCJNPc/s72-c/EIDMUBARAK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-1299249109253223846</id><published>2008-09-18T13:29:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:37:09.993+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Dino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SNIvAB1vIdI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tR0NKQD0sjw/s1600-h/LAzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SNIvAB1vIdI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tR0NKQD0sjw/s400/LAzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247308193380377042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So pregnancy is not as easy as i thought. Nausea aside you actually get really emotional. I cry to almost everything. for example there is this "ramadan" ad with a kid singing. I cried to another ramadan ad where a guy buys another guy a shirt. Everything makes me cry! So dont tell me anything that is even slightly sentimental or sad. I cry then i wonder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY AM I CRYING&lt;/span&gt;?! its my hormones i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. i feel so lazy and i just want to sleep all day! I know its too early to be in pregnant mode but wallah i already have lower back pain along with a bunch of other not so lovely symptoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO Coffee No tea no tuna or anything raw.  I have to eat more vegetables and healthy food.&lt;br /&gt;Certain smells make me wanna barf! Even tastes! The toothpaste makes me GAG everytime i brush my teeth! Some perfumes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my sense of smell has become even stronger! I always knew my nose was small but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fa3aaal&lt;/span&gt;! now i feel i have super powers! i can smell things from a distance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good feeling when you are walking in a corwded place! Imagine walking next to someone who smells like sweat to a normal person. TO me i feel like my nose is ta7t baaaa6oh!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ya333oooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dino puts nose clip on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-1299249109253223846?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1299249109253223846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=1299249109253223846' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1299249109253223846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/1299249109253223846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazy-dino.html' title='Lazy Dino'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SNIvAB1vIdI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tR0NKQD0sjw/s72-c/LAzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-8341734230310394568</id><published>2008-09-16T12:43:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:54:44.095+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Dino on the way...I'm BrEGNaN6 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SM-CV3Ic2uI/AAAAAAAAAd0/58Gqz2lcgTM/s1600-h/preg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SM-CV3Ic2uI/AAAAAAAAAd0/58Gqz2lcgTM/s400/preg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246555402998176482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the post you have all been waiting for ! Baby Dino is on the way! yes i am pregnant i still don't get it and realize that a human being is growing inside of me but soon when i look like i have swallowed a big bateekha i think it will sink in. I'm 8 weeks now. And well believe it or not this baby didn't like chocolate!! But now maybe cause its ramadan bobo is being good and is liking chocolate with mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagoora was sad to hear the news and packed her stuff and wants to leave. i told her she could stay that i can love both my bobo and bagoora but she still feels that it wont be the same :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell if its a boy or girl yet... i have craved many things i would never crave like " 3adas &amp;amp; FISH" :S weird? the only thing i ever craved was chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Conclusion is im gonna be a mama. Pray that the baby is a healthy baby and that im good mommy! will keep you posted :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-8341734230310394568?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8341734230310394568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=8341734230310394568' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8341734230310394568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/8341734230310394568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-dino-on-wayim-bregnan6.html' title='Baby Dino on the way...I&apos;m BrEGNaN6 :)'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SM-CV3Ic2uI/AAAAAAAAAd0/58Gqz2lcgTM/s72-c/preg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-2601047972393530590</id><published>2008-09-14T15:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:22:02.373+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SM0As3YyvwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/m31sVz5sBSQ/s1600-h/fawazeeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SM0As3YyvwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/m31sVz5sBSQ/s400/fawazeeer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245849911738679042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have this idea that ramadan is the month of tv shows and late night sheesha and ofcourse food food and more food. Some have 3azayim for su7oor. Im not saying i don't watch baab al 7ara or tv but im shocked at how many shows start in ramadan. I saw this preview the other day for a tv show saying "ahlan ramadan" with a ra2asa ? hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered fawazeer nelli and sharehaan that we  used to watch as kids. In my head growing up ramdan was the month of fawazeer. Its sad but true that we are all caught up with all the "events" that come with ramdan that we don't do much thikr and 3ibadat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allah yu3fu 3anna &amp;amp; May God accept your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-2601047972393530590?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2601047972393530590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=2601047972393530590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2601047972393530590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/2601047972393530590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramadan-tv.html' title='Ramadan Tv'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SM0As3YyvwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/m31sVz5sBSQ/s72-c/fawazeeer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-5985407703981940181</id><published>2008-09-03T20:30:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:20:12.398+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatta  humus wa Fatwa 3al hawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SL7PpSjvoHI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nSDFlOSngpA/s1600-h/%D8%B2%D8%B4%D9%84%D8%AE%D8%AE%D9%82%D8%B4%D8%A8%D8%B4%D9%81%D8%B5%D8%B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SL7PpSjvoHI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nSDFlOSngpA/s400/%D8%B2%D8%B4%D9%84%D8%AE%D8%AE%D9%82%D8%B4%D8%A8%D8%B4%D9%81%D8%B5%D8%B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241855324569182322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So its ramadan again and ofcourse if you turn on the radio station you will here a lot of Fatawee 3al hawwa. Ofcourse people call with the same yearly questions. Whether its oka to brush your teeth in ramadan. If its okay to wear perfume and makeup. All sorts of questions! Some are just sometimes weird and emabrassing and you sit there wondering did that guy just REALLY say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagoora overheard a question on a station the other day. Someone was asking if its okay to eat a cow that is also considered a relative because they are so close to each other. She suspects it was me and has been avoiding me again. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that fatta humus is something that tastes good with la7m il bagar :P ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... happy ramadan again!&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/13731624-5985407703981940181?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5985407703981940181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=5985407703981940181' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5985407703981940181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/5985407703981940181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/09/fatta-humus-wa-fatwa-3al-hawa.html' title='Fatta  humus wa Fatwa 3al hawa'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SL7PpSjvoHI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nSDFlOSngpA/s72-c/%D8%B2%D8%B4%D9%84%D8%AE%D8%AE%D9%82%D8%B4%D8%A8%D8%B4%D9%81%D8%B5%D8%B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4301235411789118510</id><published>2008-09-01T12:35:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:50:06.988+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMADAN MUBARAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SLu6yZCbrlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CFz9PrzcY-4/s1600-h/ramdankareem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SLu6yZCbrlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CFz9PrzcY-4/s400/ramdankareem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240987966253018706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMADAN IS HERE AGAIN! A year has passed ! Sub7annallah! it was like yesterday that i was cooking for last ramadan :P oh the stress of finishing the tabkha on time! Today ma3zoomeen so NO COOKING YEAY! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone one of you been to the supermarket lately? im guessing YES! i saw you all there when i went lol ! seriously EISH HAAAAAAATH?! hheh that called for the jordanian accent to come out. It only comes out in times when i want to make my point more AGGRESSIVE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to get groceries. And ofcourse in the beginning we couldnt find a 3arabayeh! so we ended up with those messed up ones that are so m3affneen that you can even push them right! you end up bumping into ppl and saying "sorry" and pointing at the messed up shopping cart! And sometimes it decided to stop on its own like an sa3eedi donkey. And sometimes it just goes in directions on its OWN! After a lot of kicking and pushing and high blood pressure! i noticed that maybe its not just ramadan maybe its TSUNAMI or something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEOPLE were shopping like crazy! VIMTO was out of stock 3 days ago! Cheese Sambosa all GONE! I was like omg? are we all MAFAjeeee3?! ofcourse i couldnt help but peak at everyone else's cart and omg. All full to the point that you cant see the person pushing it! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and the line for the cashier was up till the end of each aisle! can you imagine? so i experienced how it feels like when people ATTACK  a supermarket! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before i was told never to shop when i am hungry. I think shopping while you are fasting is much worse!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit we also got a lot of food but it was just because we don't plan on shopping for food in ramadan so it was like a month of shopping.. hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway... PEOPLE... RAMADAN KAREEM! kol 3am wa into bkhier! May all your prayers be answered. Bagoora is avoiding me and says i look at her differently. She claims that i see her as a walking hamburger in ramadan. I dont plan on eating her but last ramadan i was so close to using her for tabkha when we ran out of la77777meh!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/13731624-4301235411789118510?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4301235411789118510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4301235411789118510' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4301235411789118510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4301235411789118510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramadan-mubarak.html' title='RAMADAN MUBARAK'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SLu6yZCbrlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CFz9PrzcY-4/s72-c/ramdankareem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4672552543004553030</id><published>2008-08-22T23:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:01:41.649+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SHaaarrrraaaaaP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SK8pMMyVAxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YKTsDIF1hPA/s1600-h/akheera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SK8pMMyVAxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YKTsDIF1hPA/s400/akheera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237450181222662930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i am one of the people who repeats stories because of my very very horrible memory i tend to repeat stories over and over again. lol I had to draw a cartoon for al alam about something similar . Those people who make up unbelievable stories just to impress you and in reality they look really stupid because no one really believes them. Like for ex saying they can see dead poeple. I met a girl who said she saw dead people not in her dreams but in real life. And all i can say to her is no more watching the series " GHOST WHISPERER"!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-4672552543004553030?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4672552543004553030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4672552543004553030' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4672552543004553030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4672552543004553030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/08/shaaarrrraaaaap.html' title='SHaaarrrraaaaaP!'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SK8pMMyVAxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YKTsDIF1hPA/s72-c/akheera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-4493750787384161539</id><published>2008-08-16T08:44:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:55:37.259+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Point of View On Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SKZr0L07BeI/AAAAAAAAAcs/g2vhzz6_e_Q/s1600-h/fatlady.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SKZr0L07BeI/AAAAAAAAAcs/g2vhzz6_e_Q/s400/fatlady.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234990161136911842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello All... miss me ? :D here is a cartoon i did for alalam newspaper. And well it was a post about a man complaining that since he got married all he is doing is buying gifts for his wife and her family and things for his wife. He complains that marriage is life a jail and that he wishes he was single again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean its not marriage itself i guess it depends on who you marry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagoora will be back soon im a bit busy these couple of days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-4493750787384161539?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4493750787384161539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=4493750787384161539' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4493750787384161539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/4493750787384161539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/08/mans-point-of.html' title='Man&apos;s Point of View On Marriage'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FczOC_XX2m8/SKZr0L07BeI/AAAAAAAAAcs/g2vhzz6_e_Q/s72-c/fatlady.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731624.post-3253959058232372288</id><published>2008-08-10T18:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:24:03.532+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for a while</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be busy for the next couple of days so i will probably not be able to post any new bagoora cartoons. But as soon as i can i will definitely keep you posted with her new adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731624-3253959058232372288?l=dinodaloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3253959058232372288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731624&amp;postID=3253959058232372288' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3253959058232372288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731624/posts/default/3253959058232372288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2008/08/away-for-while.html' title='Away for a while'/><author><name>Dino$</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975059173629886956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2208/1219/400/dondos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
