<?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-10460249</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:10:51.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Washed Away Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-115221762780510901</id><published>2006-07-06T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:27:07.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heellllllloooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no see...&lt;br /&gt;hope all are well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway loads has been happening, the most worrying of all was that my 10 week old son got chickenpox :( but alhamd he's almost fully recovered now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway motherhood is tiring and with it the weirdness of my life continues... most of all the dumb driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'd spent the longest day trailing the supermarkets trying to find baby vicks but returning home with a baby tambourine and formula milk for comfortable digestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we sisters decided to settle down with a dvd and pizza, and seeing as i was the only one with the car and we were too lazy to walk the 5 minutes to the pizza shop i had to drive... and i do dumb things when im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as i was backing out the drive i stalled the car about 3 times which is unusual because i never stall, and then everytime i braked, the car made a weird groaning sound like it was dying or being tortured... this made me more worried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt until i reached the traffic lights that i realised the handbrake was still on :o and so i totally freaked and when it came to parking outside the chippy i missed the spot turned the car round in a side street and went back to park but it was diagonal, so i thought id reverse and straigten... but did something totally weird and ended up backing right out, driving on oncoming traffic, luckily getting back into the left hand lane before the massive cop van saw me and parked in a quiet street and sent my little sis to get the pizza, walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more picking up pizza for me, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao and help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-115221762780510901?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115221762780510901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=115221762780510901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/115221762780510901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/115221762780510901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2006/07/heellllllloooooo-long-time-no-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-113970325081808139</id><published>2006-02-12T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:14:10.853Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all are well.&lt;br /&gt;Well then, what can i say? I've pretty much been doing nothing since i left work, although sleeping is filling alot of my time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a while ago work merged with another massive government company and we had a new pay deal blah blah etc etc, and anyway it took em ages as these things do, and we've still not got our payrises... they were supposed to be backdated from August or something, but seeing as i don't work there anymore (but i did work for the months when i should have been on a higher rate) Im keeping my fingers crossed that i get my backdated pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i should find out at the end of this month, my ex-manager was also the union chair so he did tell me if theres any probs to let him know... hopefully all will be well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm why i needed to tell you guys that, i seriously dont know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now then, I seriously need more driving lessons, yeah i know ive passed my test and got my license but the way i drove the other day, well... lets just say its a good job i was in the hospital car park, atleast people wouldnt have to go far for treatment (cough)..no seriously I might get my husband to give me lessons in reversing out of tight praking spaces, namely in praking bays because, ok i'll admit it I am abit scared about that and so i panic abit and do bonkerish stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that day, i was reversing out of a very tight and im serious like really really tight parking bay and i just kept going forward and back, forward and back etc..in the end a girl i knew who saw me struggling came and asked me if id like some help, to which i gratefully agreed and i felt like a right prat whilst she said, "go on, its ok, go a bit further STOP!... ok abit more STOP!!" until i finally got out of the space, by this time i was so stressed out that i raced outta the parking barrier (dont worry it was up) and nearly hit another car! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know what to do? I think im going abit dopey like, and maybe i should take a bit of a break from driving for a while, but then i dont want to totally lose the hang of it and be an even worse driver...ok thats a lie..the truth is im a good driver, very safe but i just dont understand things when it comes to reversing and parking in teeny spaces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a woman thing! I dunno :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-113970325081808139?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113970325081808139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=113970325081808139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/113970325081808139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/113970325081808139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2006/02/salams-hope-all-are-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-113671403821986193</id><published>2006-01-08T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:00:20.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, alots happened since I last blogged (i'd have to be pretty sad if it hadn't- its been ages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wellll I went on holiday and have come back from Morocco!! had an absolutely brilliant time, went to nearly all the must see places, including marrakech, but I've got to admit it was not as good as we were told, people said things like...ooh Morocco you &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to go to marrakech, Morocco is nothing without Marrakech...well in the words of Celia from Macclesfield... "Marrakech? Marrakech? I'll tell you what i think about marrakech... I think it's an absolute DUMP!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to say i do agree with her, but she was another story, very good company on a long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, other than Marrakech the rest of Morocco is very beautiful especially the beautiful Anti atlas mountains near Tafraout, breathtaking scenery and amazing views... you get a real good feel of local life and wonder, 'would i be able to live like this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that was brilliant, that and the fact that we got a genuine hand made, silk rug for only 60 quid! Bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after we got back we had our double glazing done and so we can really start the decorating now, I can't wait to put my touch to the house ;) but hopefully everything in good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i've left work - for good... don't know what i'l do with my time now, just hope i dont lounge around all day eating junk food and become a fat blob. :s but no, so that'l be the end to the stories of Lisa the irritating lady, who I actually will miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i have made a new banner for the top, it was a late night thing so constructive criticism only please. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao and take care&lt;br /&gt;Saffron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-113671403821986193?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113671403821986193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=113671403821986193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/113671403821986193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/113671403821986193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2006/01/salams-well-alots-happened-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-113191570485496190</id><published>2005-11-13T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:01:45.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you're all well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week i was back at work, and it felt ok actually, were doing some new work thats more varied so I don't get bored quite so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to train the irritating woman on our work and she started crying - ( i mean real crying like sobbing and tears) saying 'i'll never learn it, i won't be able to do it' so i guess you can say she suffers from a lack of confidence and does weird things to seek attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest i find that abit confusing, if someone has low confidence and no self esteem..why would they draw attention to themselves? any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest idiotic crappy thing she did, was to beg someone for a baby grape and then proceed to stick it up her 'nostril' to make it look like a big bogey... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doh!! sometimes i'm this close *puts fingers an inch apart* to going up to her and screaming SHUT UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'll leave it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-113191570485496190?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113191570485496190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=113191570485496190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/113191570485496190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/113191570485496190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/11/salams-hope-youre-all-well-last-week-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-113023849152519478</id><published>2005-10-25T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:08:11.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those of you who replied with news in my last post, Jazak so much im glad to know you're all well, but if somebody does hear about kasuerchica please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, im goin to try and do a long-ish post today...but where to start, i feel i've lost touch with this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a very very belated ramadhan mubarak to all of you out there, whats been happening? on my end, nothing much... i'm on leave from work for 2 weeks and its excellent, no work = more sleep= happy saf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work aint too bad, we've got new members on our team, which is excellent cause it could get dead boring at times, theres some shared feelings that the manager is abit of a waste of space as he sits about 2 bank of desks in front of us, yet emails us to tell us stupid things, instead of speaking... Aasiya suggested we should all email him good morning messages when he comes in just to send him round the bend, but although this is hilarious I'd probably get disciplined or summat...who cares, im leaving end of Jan anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that we've found out the weird temper tantrum I-didn't-get-a-pay-rise lady is on Prozac which probably explains alot of her behaviour, she was barking to herself at the stationary cupboard the other day, but hey she makes good office gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of the guys on our team had a blazing argument (it was kinda one sided) but one of the guys whos kinda temperamental told the friendly scottish guy whos almost 60 and sits next to me to F**K off really loudly, why? because he asked if he had a nice week off... the scot told me after that 'children will be children' but he was so pi**ed off that he had a good mind to deck him and push him out the open window... that might have been interesting :p (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and someone got sacked for sending 3000 emails a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats about it, from work- dont want to bore you guys, sorry if i already did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that im looking forward to december because i'll be off to Morocco for a week... that should be good fun, make dua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway all, take care and remember me in you duas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-113023849152519478?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113023849152519478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=113023849152519478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/113023849152519478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/113023849152519478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/10/salams-to-those-of-you-who-replied.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-112923705940090444</id><published>2005-10-13T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:57:39.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salaams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, no messing aroung..im gonna get str8 to the point and no apologies for late posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please all those of you I know In Pakistan..&lt;strong&gt;Bness, Owl, KasheurChica, Hemlock,Zenia and Karl&lt;/strong&gt; (many apologies if ive forgotten anyone)...if you or anyone who knows these guys sees this message please get on and let me know youre OK...I pray sincerely that you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah swt help everyone, everywhere and give everyone security and safety..ameen ameen ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-112923705940090444?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112923705940090444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=112923705940090444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/112923705940090444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/112923705940090444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/10/salaams-ok-no-messing-aroung.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-112454090380229589</id><published>2005-08-20T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:28:23.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a funny kind of week, from people who are downright annoying having tantrums over not getting a payrise, to hearing about youngsters who were killed in a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where shall i begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'll start with the sad news first, and it is sad, heartbreaking even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy who had been dating this girl for 6 years, and they decided to get married, which they did 2 weeks ago...they went for their honeymoon and after returning he decided to drop his new bride off at her parents house, so she could spend some time with them, on his way home he went to overtake someone and lost control on this bend and smashed into a tree and died... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just makes me think how his bride must be feeling, to become a widow after only 2 weeks,and to have this happy time taken away from her... May Allah give her sabr InshaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart fromt hat, theres this terribly annoying woman at work, and everyone on our section just can not stand her, in a word she's a pain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that day, she kinda shouted "Oh Fuckin brilliant", and then next thing i know she picks up the phone to call (who i assumed was her husband) and she burst into tears crying how she'd missed a payrise, two years running) well we couldnt really see how she thought she'd get a payrise in the firstplace as shes such a royal pain in the arse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was going on about getting the union involved etc etc...anyway when i went into work the following day, i asked what the latest news was, and found out that she actually DID get the payrise! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just goes to show, that a tantrum once in a while, does pay-off...quite literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-112454090380229589?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112454090380229589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=112454090380229589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/112454090380229589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/112454090380229589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/salams-all-well-what-can-i-say-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-112258264422971761</id><published>2005-07-28T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:30:44.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup aint been ere in ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno wot to write bout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres been LOTS going on but it'd take ages to tell you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for now, im just hoping everybody is well and hopefully i'll update properly on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-112258264422971761?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112258264422971761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=112258264422971761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/112258264422971761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/112258264422971761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/salams-yup-aint-been-ere-in-ages-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-112008182661829675</id><published>2005-06-29T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:50:26.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i heard some people are asking about my job and that well 'i know it's not intelligence' well to that person, here goes:  :-p   ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah jus kidding, if it was something like that, i'd never even get to the interview stage :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, im a bit miffed :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my flippin security pass, that im sposed to use to get into the building blahblahblah, has still not arrived... im even dreaming about it now, and that my picture was totally weird on it, even though in real life when the guy took the pic i was like 'can i see??' and it was ok so i let him leave it... blah i hope it gets here QUICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i dunno wot im gonna do with it, (maybe lose it? that may be a good idea) yeahrite, we're told never to wear them outside cause we may be the subject of an attack, if someone sees the company logo blahblahblah (btw, im totally serious about that)... (so i guess theres none of me feeling cool by being able to show off and wear it) - that is, when i finally get it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, it was my birthday yesterday... im now seriously old :s *whispers* yep, im 22 :o :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im running away :s... i shouldn't have revealed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-112008182661829675?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112008182661829675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=112008182661829675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/112008182661829675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/112008182661829675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/salams-so-i-heard-some-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-111947452665022645</id><published>2005-06-22T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:08:46.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets just say, i got to work after kinda fretting bout the password and dreaming about it at night, to quietly look into my desk drawer, to look for the post it note...at this point no-one thought it was suspicious but then when i lifted up my keyboard, mouse mat and everything else on my desk..the guy next to me got suspicious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have you lost something?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, i think i've lost my password", i said as casually and calmly as possible... "but it's ok, its not like i've properly got everything installed on there" *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;"but... it has alll your pay details and bank information etc on it"&lt;br /&gt;*thinks* shite!!! *eek*&lt;br /&gt;"erm, its ok, i'll jus ring up i.t support and get a new one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i remmeberd everything right so i logged on and then logged off and saw an icon to change it" :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was as simple as that, i've never found that post it note, probably dropped it and got swept up by the cleaner or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i havent been into work for two days, reason being i had enough flexi-time to just call in and ask for a flexi day off, so ive been relaxing. Anyway gotta get back tomoz, cant really be asked, with such nice weather outside, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my sis in law had a cutie cutie babay yday, its so amazing how something that big can be inside someone, and then, theyre out of their cocoon of safety and into the real world... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah, boring,boring,boring&lt;br /&gt;i know i go on and on and ariston at times, but thats me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, did anyone hear about that garden weed, curing 95% of luekemia patients (not sure on the figure there)- interesting to think, that after allsorts of research and expensive stuff, its out there in most peoples gardens, and the plus point is, it doesnt kill good cells like chemotherapy and that does :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-111947452665022645?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111947452665022645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=111947452665022645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111947452665022645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111947452665022645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/salams-yep-update-well-lets-just-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-111859966487583846</id><published>2005-06-12T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:07:44.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, first week of work is over and 2nd week starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually pretty cool, although im the only girl on our team, which is kinda boring but the old -ish guy i sit next to has taken to looking after me :) &lt;br /&gt;Actually to be honest being in a team with girls can get abit much, becasue i'll admit, women 'are' more bitchy. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i can't really talk too much about work, cause im bound by some secrecy thing, (ok, that made it sound very freaky and kinda cool, but it's not really, it's simple as hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well anyway, I managed to get onto the computer system that day and stuff, and we were told quite seriously that you should make sure 'no-one' gets hold of your password, (treat it like your toothbrush - don't let anyone use it, and change it often)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the thing is, the post it note i wrote it on is lost :o :s i've got a feeling i actually just dropped it in my desk drawer but im not sure,guess i'll just have to ring I.T support and get a new one :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll find out if it's there tomorrow afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-111859966487583846?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111859966487583846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=111859966487583846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111859966487583846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111859966487583846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/salams-well-first-week-of-work-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-111740045903126305</id><published>2005-05-29T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:00:59.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my babies are back and Alhamdulillah they're well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh im abit high becasue ive just been doing sheesha (hukka) yumm yum, nice and fruity...although i can't say i smell the same, we've had a barbie and i stink of charcoal smoke yeuch... but its ok, because everyone does ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh yeah, my news..&lt;br /&gt;I have a job, I will be joining the British workforce once again and im kinda excited..hmm on second thoughts I hate paying tax :( who likes it huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact i was watching a 'Trisha' show the other day and there was this arrogant 19 year old father of 3 who adamantly believed that being on the dole and benefits was better than work, and he refused to work for as long as possible, infact i think one paper did a big article on him too, and he wasn't bothered about taking peoples tax money, silly git.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm sure you'll hear me whinging about it much more once i actually get paid *rolleyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, to be absolutely honest i'm only working so i have something to do, the money isn't really an issue ('yeahrite' i hear you say - but it's true, if it was i wouldnt be taking the job in the first place because ive taken a 50 % decrease in wage from my last job ) *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it aint that bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-111740045903126305?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111740045903126305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=111740045903126305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111740045903126305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111740045903126305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/05/salams-my-babies-are-back-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-111706861145896458</id><published>2005-05-26T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:50:11.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My beyyyyyyy-beeessss</title><content type='html'>salams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InshaAllah InshaAllah, my babies will be back tomorrow. (correction - it IS tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;I've missed em sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how your kids can be really mischievious but still make you gooey, but see another kid doing the same and it's like arggghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i know thats mean, but hey, what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-111706861145896458?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111706861145896458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=111706861145896458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111706861145896458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111706861145896458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-beyyyyyyy-beeessss.html' title='My beyyyyyyy-beeessss'/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-111583000273986214</id><published>2005-05-11T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T17:46:42.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello helooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's been happening? &lt;br /&gt;i'm a little giddy because I got an email from a very good old friend last week and i jus managed to catch her online so im beaming. :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what's been happening with me? alot i guess, i seem to have turned into my mum overnight :o (not that, that's a bad thing really) but this last week and a half i've become a 'proper' housewife, and when i say 'proper' it's becasue i was only a semi-housewife before...I need to get out more..blaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah but seriously, it's kinda cool... once i've cooked n cleaned, which doesn't take long, i have all day to chat on the phone, lounge about, play computer games, read books and go out.. I'm kinda gettin used to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, little things like people parking stupidly i.e not close to the car in front so we can get our car in and dumbo people talkiing loudly, weirdo drunk ladies knocking on my door asking to speak to john and a lot of other things are pee'in me off, but still.. i can't complain:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've ben thinkin lately, why are there less and less 'normal' people in the world nowadays.. (not that i'm normal - far from it) but you know what i mean, people with morals and a sense of right and wrong, for some reason, especially when im in a particularly bad mood, i think people are getting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-111583000273986214?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111583000273986214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=111583000273986214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111583000273986214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111583000273986214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-helooo-whats-been-happening-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-111305237180620609</id><published>2005-04-09T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T14:12:51.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't be asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, it's that time again when i feel i can't be asked with this blogging business again, why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I just don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;2: I don't have proper internet access anymore&lt;br /&gt;3: This computer is too slow&lt;br /&gt;4: The computer gets on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;5: The blog stinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is it, maybe i'll update from time to time, but this time i won't kill the blog, i'll let it stay, what i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; regret though is killing it off last time, and killing all them posts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, nothin i can do about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao people&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-111305237180620609?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111305237180620609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=111305237180620609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111305237180620609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111305237180620609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cant-be-asked-yep-its-that-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-111117766906808162</id><published>2005-03-18T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:27:49.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And all that happens &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i think im going abit weird, like seriously (and no, i wont appreciate any comments here that you guys already knew this) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah seriously, i actually used to have firm faith that Allah swt does things for the best and always in his wisdonm and most of the time, we just cant see it until afterwards... but lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, last week my hubby came home early from work because we needed to go and buy some worktops, only when we got to the shop 10 minutes before closing time the weirdo owner decided that he wasnt serving us as he'd done the accounts for that day or whatever... i don't need to tell you that i was fuming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuming because im like a 'what time do you call this' type of person, and i didn't appreciate that we set off from home 50 mintues later than i would've liked... in my view if only we had set off 10 minutes earlier we would've got the stuff and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; would be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my hubby, mum, dad, sisters everyone told me 'kheir, it's gotta be for the best' but i wasn't having any of it, thats why you see i think i've gone weird. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to finish off, i'll tell you that it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; the best because 3 days after that fiasco i managed to buy my worktops (much better, cooler ones), oven, hob and chimney (extractor hood) at an excellent price and saved just under £300 :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i go back, andInshaAllah will always remember that everything 'is' for the best no matter what hardships you may think are staring you in the face at the present moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao n wasalaam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-111117766906808162?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111117766906808162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=111117766906808162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111117766906808162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111117766906808162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-all-that-happens-is-for-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-111063764736133302</id><published>2005-03-12T14:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:27:27.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Housekeeping Monthly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep sounds boring as hell, but just read this, if it were to be published now all hell would break loose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good wifes guide May 1955&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve dinner ready. plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. this is a way of letting him know that you are thiking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favourite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself. take 15 minutes rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives.  touch up your make up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. he has just been with a lot of work weary people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. his boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clear away the clutter. make one last trip through he main part of the house just before your husband arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare the children. take a few minutes to wash the childrens hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary change their clothes. they are little trasures and he would like to see them playing the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minimize all noise. at the tiome of his arrival eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. try to encourage the children to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to him. you may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. let him talk first- remember his topics of conversation are more important than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make the evening his. never complain if he comes hoome late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont greet him with complaints and problems. dont complain if hes late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day. make him comfortable. have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. have a cool or warm drink ready for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask him questions about actions or question his judgement or integrity. remember he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. you have no right to question him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; A good wife knows her place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a load of shit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-111063764736133302?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111063764736133302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=111063764736133302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111063764736133302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/111063764736133302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/03/housekeeping-monthly-yep-sounds-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-110958853673346229</id><published>2005-02-28T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:02:16.736Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, the tiling that we started over a month ago in our bathroom is finally complete and i got to say it looks fab...saturday evening we got it finished and i got grout all over my fingers and my nails were a disgusting mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on my way home to mums i popped a nail file and nail bufffer in my handbag and did my nails on the way, and just as we parked up outside mums 20 minutes later they were complete, smooth and shiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the house went straight to the fridge and dug out some nail mehndi that was sitting there for 3 months and slapped it on n went to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to wash it off the next morning being absolutely sure that my nails would look as beautiful as they did on my wedding and be a gorgeous maroony-red colour but nope not this time, they turned out a disgusting orange colour, so yucky in fact that when i ate a tangerine the next morning my nails were camouflaged ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now the next mission is to get my nail colour right (argh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt, if your gonna help grout tiles cover your fingers, if your nails still get messed up dont try n cover it with mehndi especially wen you have a dawat to attend the next day, or you'l end up like me...orange &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-110958853673346229?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/110958853673346229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=110958853673346229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110958853673346229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110958853673346229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-yup-tiling-that-we-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-110884293087131167</id><published>2005-02-19T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:56:25.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of a dessert I made on 14th Feb... Orders will be taken (not) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/saffrondiaz/Valent.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/saffrondiaz/Valen.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/saffrondiaz/Val.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/saffrondiaz/valenti.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your Mouths water... *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;By the way it was really really reeaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllyyyy yummy :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-110884293087131167?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/110884293087131167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=110884293087131167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110884293087131167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110884293087131167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/02/salams-here-are-some-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-110814929354796471</id><published>2005-02-11T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-11T19:14:53.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apologiessssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok apologies for not updating in a while, i've been busy (crappy excuse i know, but atleast i'm honest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then, Friday? ooh WOW what can i say?, yummy yummy food, gorgeous turkish veggie cheesy hot pot thingamijig(yep dunno what it was called), scrumptious chocolate pudding n cream and niceeeeeeee warm sauna.... that's all i'm saying...i take it you figured i had fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? errm i been feeling kinda down the past few days, been missing my gorgeous niece and nephew, i miss them so much and it only hit me that i'm missing out on their growing up quite a bit now, it makes me a teeny bit jealous when i ring home and can hear their voices in the background because they've come over to play at their grans :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the solution? i figured i should stay over at mums place for the weekend and invite my niece to stay over with me... and so i bribed her with a nice long story before bed if she'd come stayover with me and give me a cuddle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that? uhmmm i've been having flashbacks of my recent trip to Dubai, man it was excellent i'd do anything to eat that delicious mana'eesh and have a boat trip along the creek at midnight again...aah *dreams away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you with that for now :)&lt;br /&gt;take care all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-110814929354796471?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/110814929354796471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=110814929354796471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110814929354796471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110814929354796471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/02/apologiessssssssssssss-ok-apologies.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-110735296802988427</id><published>2005-02-02T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-02T14:02:48.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;stomach trouble?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah its been almost exactly a month ago that i had real bad diarrhoea and vomiting and for some reason i think im gettin it again... maybe its all these dinners i have to keep going to *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner at my aunts was great, although she kinda did force me to eat too much and i was sure i was gonna be sick whilst i was having dessert, anyway I realised just how bad it was when at 2am i woke up to hear somebody choking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped up to see my husband standing at the foot of the bed coughing his lungs out and then run to the bathroom... anyway lets just say that although he didn't vomit anything out he was in pretty bad shape but still insisted on going to work in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lesson learnt? don't eat too much at aunts houses, even if they do feel offended, believe me its better than being sick or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;(oh n btw, i have another dinner to go to on friday evening - wish me luck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, i had a bit of a girly afternoon yesterday, went down to the local &lt;a href="http://www.spar.co.uk" target="blank"&gt;Spar&lt;/a&gt; to get a load of junk food and sat down and watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0165929/" target="blank"&gt;Romeo Must Die&lt;/a&gt; (ok its 5 years old) but it was good, although it was kinda strange seeing &lt;a href="http://www.aaliyah.com/" target="blank"&gt;Aaliyah&lt;/a&gt; knowing that she's not alive...that was kinda freaky..as for all the fighting and stuff..man i wish i could pull some moves like that...maybe one day i'll actually enrol onto the karate/kung fu etc (whatever they're called) classes that i keep meaning to enrol on...but for now, the handbag will have to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-110735296802988427?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/110735296802988427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=110735296802988427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110735296802988427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110735296802988427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/02/stomach-trouble-woah-its-been-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-110711110344128925</id><published>2005-01-30T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-30T18:51:43.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hmm, where to start?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salams Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, where do i start? what do i say?&lt;br /&gt;lets forget any updates since september and start afresh eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in a few minutes i have to be off to have dinner at my aunts place, no doubt there'l be loads of yummy food, so quite naturally i've tries to eat a minimal amount of food (although i have to admit i couldnt resist ras-malai this afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to one of my cousins today who was pretty down, and i think she almost cried on the fone... we were tlaking and then she went silent for abit and said "saffron, you know what?" and i didn't know what so i asked her and she said "i've really been missing you, you know" and there was silence again...i felt so down afterwards but i promised i'd go and see her as soon as i got a chance next time i was in town. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that it;s been a lazy weekend, i just couldnt be asked to do anything and have ben getting ready at about 4pm, but hey it's the weekend and lifes pretty good Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you for your welcomes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'l all have to fill me in on whats been hapnin round in Blogistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care n ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv Heaps&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;(feels great to be back - i know i've already said that, but it really does)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-110711110344128925?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/110711110344128925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=110711110344128925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110711110344128925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110711110344128925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/01/hmm-where-to-start-salams-again-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460249.post-110692156456853165</id><published>2005-01-28T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-28T14:12:44.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Am Back</title><content type='html'>yup was missin this place abit lately, so i've decided to get back into blogland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lots been happening, would take ages to update you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets just say, it feels great to be back home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460249-110692156456853165?l=saffrondiaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/feeds/110692156456853165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460249&amp;postID=110692156456853165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110692156456853165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460249/posts/default/110692156456853165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saffrondiaz.blogspot.com/2005/01/am-back.html' title='Am Back'/><author><name>Saffron Diaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058087467668554253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
