The Day i Swallowed Daboos ( a pin)

 

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 :

Where was i the last 2 days? Hmmm not really wedding planning... i was in the hospital....

Yes... again i have a weird experence to share... things like this ONLY happen to ME... i SWALLOWED A PIN!!! Out of the many things a person can choke on or swallow by mistake.. COINS,FLYS,BONES,RINGS,EARINGS!!!! i swallow... A PIN!!!

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 GASPED at something either she or i said... or just breathed in slightly... then GULP!!!!!

*dinos looks at alia with eyes full of SHOCK & FEAR & CONFUSION!!

*dinos points at throat and then at other pin in the hijjab!! ALIA SAYS " Shooo u dropped it?"

*alia starts looking on the floor...
* DINO makes a weird NOISE TRYIN TO GET ALIAs ATTENTION TO HER FACE & points at THROAT.... afraid that if she talks she will die!

ALoosh s face now looks like DINAs only she is laughing at DINA now and freaking out as well lol
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 ..

ALO MAMA.. ma tkhafi.. ma tkhafi...BAS BALA3t Dabooooooooos

( side note : my mom freaks out when there is no reason so you can imagine after telling her i swallowed a PIN)

story continues....

Mama : EISH!!DABOOOs!? KEEF!! ??? ( WHAT A PIN HOW?)

Dina : sho 2a3mal ??????? ( WHAT SHOULD I DO?)

MAMA : rooo7i koleeee KHUBZEH!!

ALooshti runs hysterically to the kitchen throws RGHEEF( piece of Pitta bread) at me!! i start munching on it like a beggar who hasn't eaten in a year!!!

MAMA: yala  ana jay 7akhdik il mustashfa!! ( im coming to take you to the hospital)

We are driving to the hospital and ofcourse i could not stay QUIET the whole time i was making jokes and laughing... id say things like... this will be a NICE BLOG i was actually running out of TOPICS! lol or " law ino il khubzeh feeha LABANEH or Za3tar kan ithanayt badal ma abla3ha 7aaaf"

hehehe i was actually pretty hungry before this incident

Anyway.. i reach the hospital and all the nurses would LAUGH when they ask what is wrong... 

MOM : " binitee bala3at daboos"( my daughter swallowed a pin)

Nurses looking around for a toddler... then i wave my hand with an embarassed smile :S

*nurse trys to hide the laugh... then i see them telling each other and laughing...

  

then they did an X RAY and i could see it in my STOMACHE!!! so they are like we need to make a ENDOSCOPY... i go like.. okay... UNAWARE of what this procedure REALLY MEANT!!!
the doctor arrives and asks where the patient is... mom says its her.. she says.. 

" OH Sorry I WAS LOOKING FOR A 7 year old "

arghhhhhh :S

LOL nice nice.... any one else want to mock me? aaahahahahah Soooooooo.. any hoooooooooo

suddenly they take me to a room... where i wear the operation clothes... and the inject me with something that i think was a anesthetic... so what i remember was a LONG TUBE WAS SHOVED DOWN MY THROAT!!! it was more like TREASURE HUNT in my STOMACHE!! 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 PIN!!

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

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..

NOW THAT WAS A WEIRD EXPERIENCE.... first thing i said was "7ase fi SANDAL FI ZORI"

(i feel there is a slipper stuck in my throat) hhahahaha

now it feels like there is a baby shoe rather than a huge sandal!!! :S

truth is i have swallowed a nail in the past... when i was 8.. but this was a first.. the lesson i learnt is.. dont talk when u have pins in your mouth... wait... no its DONT PUT PINS IN YOUR MOUTH!!! :S

Funny Stories II (Humus wala Cerelac)

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..

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 3ageeed in baab al 7araa. 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" SHARRRAP" haha So now knowing that about my dad let me start with what happened..

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 " yil7a2ek yowm al qiyama" ( 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...

NExt day.. i wake up.. to see my dad sitting in the living room. with a troubled look on his face... i ask..

ME :"shu fee?" (whats wrong)

baba : EISH HADA IL FIL TAALAGEH???  fakarto humus 7atyt 3alieh zayt wa ghamastooo ( what was that in the fridge i added olive oil and had some thought it was humus)

ME : *DYing of LAUGHTER at this point ! BABA !! HADA CERELAAAAAAAAC!!! 

LOOOOOOOL so that my dears was the story of how my DAD ghamas CERELAC.

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 :)

Old Blogging Days!

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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 FIRST i ever got on my first post .. a SPAM msg.. that i actually replied to because i had no idea it was SPAM lol love the anonymous comment here.

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 DRAMA! 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 CRAZY . 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.

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 "Bagoora". who is actually my imaginary cow friend who is there for me always. the story behind the cow love is here.

Made me realize that i love illustrating and now i am working on becoming better in animations as well.

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.

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 blog 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).

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.

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 poem for each post :)

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..

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 Abed who is funny and only speaks (jawaher) also very active on twitter

Kinzi a person who makes your heart all warm and fuzzy.
Ola with her lovely posts
Maioosh who is an amazing person, a new mom like me now who is married to another blogger Qwaider. Not to forget to mention mr Abulsharif and his batata tree.
Halawa who is the most hilarious person to tweet with :P Other ppl i have followed for a long time areMqabbani, KJ ( who has an amazing photography blog as well), Mzaher ( 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 Malaget Ghaseel , SimSim , Damdoom.


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 :)

Thank you all.. Group Hug.

Plenty of fish in the Sea?

So we all have heard the " plenty of fish in the sea" 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.

There could be a lot of fish in the sea but unless if you are aiming on having mermaid 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 "kundara"(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

Getting Old

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!

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..

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

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

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
that affected the world somehow. i want to be remembered. i want to make a difference.

my flight to al GORDON

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"


*WIDE EYES* ibnek ( if i was drinking water now it would have bazagt-ha out of my mouth)

side note : what i thought was a bag on her chest was a month old BABY! so small that you cant even see HIM!

so in total.. this lad had 5 kids. and is travelling ALONE!

i asked : liesh ma 3indik khadameh? keef bt2dareee????

she replied " JoWzeeee ma bido khadameh li2no rijaal mutadayen wa ma byakhud ra7toh fil bayt!!!!!!!wa bido lisa kaman walaaadd"!!!

omg?! and me i a thinking how do ppl manage with 2 kids without a maid!!!

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.

for ex. many timeso n the flight she would say " roo7i shakheeekheee akhoooki fil 7ammaam"
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"

so i sit there hearing her complain about her life and how she would love to "zet wa7ad feehum" if not " zethum kolhum" !! ofcourse she spilt all sorts of drinks 3alay. and i could here her kids zinoo every 2 secs " yummmmaaa btilkli3 il 6ayaaara" "yammma hab6a6 il 6ayarah" " yammaaa hatha il talafezyooon fee 2al3aab" yammmaaa yaama yamma

they offered lulu some marshmallows with CHOCOLATE SYRUP... and u can imagine manzareee and weyaha. full of chocolate ( note to self - DONT WEAR WHITE EVER AGAIN)


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.

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!!!!

i just go frustrated.. and i had to share. havent blogged in a while guess gordon inspired me!

Jeel il GPS

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.

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.

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.

Al Gurdon

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.

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 "hrrrrrrrrrraaaaa3".

where else would u here DURrrrrrrrayehhhhhhhhh !

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 " eishhhh ya lu3beh/khasseh/barbie/ pascal?/get3a/shagfeh"

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

i go to jordan for one month and it takes me a few years to get rid of the "7afartaliness" 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

oh and the beggars.. ya salam. they should seriously go to hollywood. i mean look at the "slumdog millionare" 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)

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&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

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.

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

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