tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76594971262306079882012-02-16T17:18:11.247-08:00uzumgozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17897957719119291855noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659497126230607988.post-18496928912828191422009-05-03T00:09:00.000-07:002009-05-03T00:20:16.317-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sf1FM99rNKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gnNKqIAMAMA/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331493622970528930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sf1FM99rNKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gnNKqIAMAMA/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>1.Disari cikma oncesi:</div><br /><div></div><div>M: Annecim, bebegimin duudeyini de alalim cikarken</div><div>A: Iyi de kim tasiycak kizim onu simdi ben tasiyamam OLMAZ!</div><div>(5 dakika sonra Mey'i odasinda kapiyi kapatmis bebegini de karsisina koymus ve de goz goze konusurken bastim)</div><div>M: Bak, bebek(bebeginin adi Bebek, baliginin adi da Balik:) duydun di mi? aglamak yok ama duudeyini almiyoruz. uslu uslu oturucaksin kucaamda!</div><br /><div></div><div>2. Yine bir disari cikma oncesi:</div><br /><div></div><div>M: Annecim bu kitaplari da aliyoruz!</div><div>A: Ok de nasil tasiycaz guzelim benim??</div><div>M: Sen tasiycaksin annecim 5 tane elim yok ki benim!!! bak???<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659497126230607988-1849692891282819142?l=uzumgoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>uzumgozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17897957719119291855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659497126230607988.post-35294493923081683932009-03-16T21:22:00.000-07:002009-03-16T21:40:16.187-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mBzhfBEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ECRG6GKy_dM/s1600-h/portakal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007897772852290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mBzhfBEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ECRG6GKy_dM/s320/portakal.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mAbspCpI/AAAAAAAAACw/2e3wle4sBgw/s1600-h/2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007874197326482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mAbspCpI/AAAAAAAAACw/2e3wle4sBgw/s320/2006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mA8Qdr_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9JjniaNyzz0/s1600-h/2007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007882937511922" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mA8Qdr_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9JjniaNyzz0/s320/2007.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mBcks5DI/AAAAAAAAADA/HTmspc7OR3c/s1600-h/2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007891612329010" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mBcks5DI/AAAAAAAAADA/HTmspc7OR3c/s320/2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mBkqtNUI/AAAAAAAAADI/u06L2EW4P1A/s1600-h/2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007893784999234" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/Sb8mBkqtNUI/AAAAAAAAADI/u06L2EW4P1A/s320/2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Su anda bende uyandirdigi duyguyu hemen anlatayim.... Hala ayni resimlere bakip aglamaktir...</div><div>Aglamak isinin artik suyunun cikmasidir, ta ki hafif acikli konulu film seyredememektir... (En son aglanilan rezillik: Kardesimin yolladigi -ki cok ozur dilerim Mey cok sevdi tabii ki cok mutluyuz- Barbie'nin Yilbasi Hikayesi isimli "lameass: Charles Dickens'in A Christmas Carol'unun uyarlamasi" DVDyi seyrederken, yetimlere yapilan bir yardim ve birden icerden cikan koltuk degnegiyle yuruyen kucuk kiz (kotu modellenmis 3D Barbie'nin yavrusu kiliginda) benim gibi bir kalpsizi hungur hungur aglatti... Ne bicim bir insan oldum ben?</div><div>Herkesin bildigi Ozlem olarak, herturlu prensesti pembeydi yok efendim puldu isiltiydi gibi kavramlardan uzak durmaya calisirken birden kendini cocugunun kafasina tac cizerken bulmaktir... Gene kendi stilinde ama pembe falan var yaaa... cok yakisiyor ama:) </div><div>Mey beee, 3 yasindasin... 4 yil once bugun yoktun... fikrin bile yoktu hesapta:) Biz ne yapiyorduk ki yapayalniz iki basimiza?? </div><div>Coooook seviyorum seni boncugum benim... iyi ki dogmussun! </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659497126230607988-3529449392308168393?l=uzumgoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>uzumgozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17897957719119291855noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659497126230607988.post-62290525613560806492009-03-09T07:29:00.000-07:002009-03-23T22:07:01.914-07:00asagida okuyacaginiz replikler Mey Hanimin dogumgunu ertesi cosmalaridir... <div>1.</div><div>M: Babacim, hediyelerimin hepsini getirsene...</div><div>Baba: hepsi burdalar zaten Mey!</div><div>M: Hayir yatakodasinda da var getirelim hepsini lutfen...</div><div>B: askim nasil tasiycaz hepsini buraya</div><div>M: ben en iyisi arabayi alip geliyim... (!) (araba derken, alisveris arabasi var bir tane, kendisini her turlu tasima islerinde ve puset olarak kullaniyor)</div><div><br /></div><div>2.</div><div>M: Annecim bu Cd'yi de almak istiyorum yanima</div><div>A: Cocugum disari cikiyoruz ne CD'si? </div><div>M: Inci de gelirse onun arabasinda CD Player var, seyrede seyrede gideriz...</div><div>A: ??????</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659497126230607988-6229052561356080649?l=uzumgoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>uzumgozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17897957719119291855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659497126230607988.post-29329518919852709962009-03-01T23:36:00.000-08:002009-03-01T23:41:54.597-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SauM2ZLWJKI/AAAAAAAAACo/5TDG6l04vR0/s1600-h/P1060990.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308491451885560994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SauM2ZLWJKI/AAAAAAAAACo/5TDG6l04vR0/s320/P1060990.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SauMlsl1D1I/AAAAAAAAACg/vgD4gazjznQ/s1600-h/P1060992.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308491165039136594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SauMlsl1D1I/AAAAAAAAACg/vgD4gazjznQ/s320/P1060992.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />Bir saat once gayet kuru ve de asfalt olan ortam bakiniz nasil da senlenmis.... Sabahtan beri havanin rengi garip kizilimtrakti hani yagacak diye bekliyorduk da 1 saat icinde 10 santim kar yagdi resmen!!!</div><div>Hayatin surprizlerini o kadar cok seviyorum ki o kadar olur!!! (ne kadar?)</div><div> </div><div>bu arada Mey'in iki tane videosu var, suraya konacak boyuta getirmeye calisiyorum fazla kirpmadan blogumuzu amacindan saptirmayalim oyle degil mi? (evet..)<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659497126230607988-2932951891985270996?l=uzumgoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>uzumgozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17897957719119291855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659497126230607988.post-31784678144092501622009-03-01T19:27:00.001-08:002009-03-02T12:22:10.857-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SatWUs_BYUI/AAAAAAAAACY/uDBBZ7xwVy4/s1600-h/spain2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431499459125570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SatWUs_BYUI/AAAAAAAAACY/uDBBZ7xwVy4/s320/spain2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SatWPDoCfCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6SuudAc4QoU/s1600-h/spain1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431402457529378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SatWPDoCfCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6SuudAc4QoU/s320/spain1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Gecen yazdan beri beni televizyon basina kilitlemis bir programdan bahsetmek istiyorum...<br />Gwyneth Paltrow, Mario Batali, Mark Bittman(Ny Times Minimalist kosesinin yazari) ve Claudia Bassols (Ispanya dogumlu aktris-burda aktrist yazmistim duzeltti <a href="http://www.kutun.com/">Inci Boncugum</a> megersem Fransizcaymis kelime) isimli kisiler toplanip butun Ispanya'yi dolasiyorlar ve yiyebilecekleri herseyi yiyorlar... tabi program ortamdaki butun dogal guzellikler, tarih ve %90 yemek ve sarap uzerine kurulu... Yemekler, balikcilik, lokal koylulerin yaptigi ozel sosis ve pastirma tarzi (cold cut'in turkcesi ne haci?) olaylar, bitmek tukenmek bilmeyen tarih ki benim en sevdigim turden... cunku yazili olanin disinda insanlarin dilinde dolasan tarih, Claudia'nin cocuklugundan beri duydugu hikayeler... Hani boyle bir sey Turkiye'de olsa nasil da sahane olurdu diye dusunmuyor degilim ama ayni derecede insani alip goturen bir program...<br />soru: neden bu kadar sevdim ben bu programi?<br />cevap: Simdi bizim ailecek tatil deyince en cok sevdigimiz ve hayalini kurdugumuz sey.... bir kere konuyu Akdeniz parantezine alalim... akabinde tatil yapilacak sureci onceden belirlenmemis ve nereye gidilecegi belli olmadan bir kac parcaya bolmek ve arabayla yola koyulup, o saniye calan muzige gore kah yola cikip harmandali oynamak, (hahhahahaaaa! yapacaktik nerdeyse bunu biz!!!! kaputasin ustunden gecerken husnu senlendirici cd'si vardi harmandali baslamisti az kalsin durup atiyorduk kendimizi asfalta:)) begenilen yerde konaklamak, yemek yemek vb... (tabii elde bir rehber illa ki olacak faka basmamak icin :) nisanyanlarin kucuk oteller kitabi mesela) bu yani...<br />Benim icin kitabi DVD'si falan alinacak bir program ve PBS'de yayinlaniyor.... bir bakin linke, eminim ki ilginizi cekecek.<br /><a href="http://www.spainontheroadagain.com/">http://www.spainontheroadagain.com/</a><br /><br /><br />esenkalin,<span style="font-size:180%;"> (Annemin gelmesine 3 gun kaldiiiii!)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659497126230607988-3178467814409250162?l=uzumgoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>uzumgozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17897957719119291855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659497126230607988.post-70857747059063291832009-02-25T22:08:00.000-08:002009-02-25T22:40:39.379-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYyKOd7rlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DKvir77j2a4/s1600-h/P1060966.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306984362166431314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYyKOd7rlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DKvir77j2a4/s320/P1060966.JPG" border="0" /></a> M- Annecim bak cukulata... caklit (chocolate) annecim...<br />O- Evet askim ne yapacaksin cukulatayi? (kofte yapiyorum bu arada)<br />M- Bakiyorum annecim, bak sen de, yarin cici kiz olursam verirsin diye bakiyorum..<br />O- Aferin sana kusum, bakmaya devam et...<br />M- Organik mi bu cukulata annecim?<br />O- ?!????<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659497126230607988-7085774705906329183?l=uzumgoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>uzumgozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17897957719119291855noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659497126230607988.post-68964945721655990692009-02-25T21:30:00.000-08:002009-02-26T08:54:50.218-08:00<div>Simdi... her ne kadar ana meselemiz Mey Hanimin incileri olsa da ben acilisi Sleepy Hollow'a ayirdim. Saka degil, 1640 gibi bir yilda kurulan bir Amerikan kasabasi, delicesine gittim!!!<br />Washington Irving'in yazdigi kisa bir hikaye olan "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" un ardindan turistik cazibesi olan bir yer haline gelmis... Tabi bir de Christopher Walken'in Headless Horseman'i oynadigi nefis Tim Burton filmi de var... (he he hee... Johnny Depp de var tabi) Feci bir kar firtinasi vardi, pek cikilip gezilecek bir hava degildi yani, ama Sleepy Hollow'a girdigim saniye o kar yagisinin bile bir sebebi varmis gibi oluverdi, fazla anlatmayayim da resimlere bakin:)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYr8PuHp5I/AAAAAAAAABY/ktYya-hTX8I/s1600-h/P1060956.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306977524914825106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYr8PuHp5I/AAAAAAAAABY/ktYya-hTX8I/s320/P1060956.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYtnil8MuI/AAAAAAAAABw/MvTxKf5hpqk/s1600-h/P1060937.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306979368226796258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYtnil8MuI/AAAAAAAAABw/MvTxKf5hpqk/s320/P1060937.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaY764wtnfI/AAAAAAAAACA/RhDnm9xbqIs/s1600-h/P1060947.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306995093757861362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaY764wtnfI/AAAAAAAAACA/RhDnm9xbqIs/s320/P1060947.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaY8RW4sJ4I/AAAAAAAAACI/uXTrg4rw-ZA/s1600-h/P1060944.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306995479801505666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaY8RW4sJ4I/AAAAAAAAACI/uXTrg4rw-ZA/s320/P1060944.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYsvwNbpHI/AAAAAAAAABo/3b-rRrIPFyY/s1600-h/P1060953.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306978409809421426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYsvwNbpHI/AAAAAAAAABo/3b-rRrIPFyY/s320/P1060953.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYsOX76Q1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Uu4_eHqEdNg/s1600-h/P1060954.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306977836357796690" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKvWnRNlV0/SaYsOX76Q1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Uu4_eHqEdNg/s320/P1060954.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659497126230607988-6896494572165599069?l=uzumgoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>uzumgozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17897957719119291855noreply@blogger.com0