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Единственото условие е да кажеш на мъжа, че не може да го направи. Винаги съм се чудила защо тези &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/ky0sL0_oIRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/9042669793935341074/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=9042669793935341074" title="3 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/9042669793935341074?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/9042669793935341074?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/ky0sL0_oIRE/blog-post_26.html" title="Идеалният мъж – фантастика или реалност?" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SovuwltJ6VI/AAAAAAAAA-k/G8vV7jLmlu8/s72-c/569936.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_26.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EGR3g5fip7ImA9WxJaGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-2754790254813374671</id><published>2009-08-10T15:47:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:07:06.626+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-10T16:07:06.626+03:00</app:edited><title>Времето изтича, като пясък през пръстите ни</title><summary type="html">Отново изминаха два месеца и времето изтича като пясък през пръстите ни без понякога да усетим докосването му. Юли беше динамичен и различен за мен месец, защото се грижех за Криси. Общуването с нея е невероятно удоволствие и източник на естествена и чиста енергия. Когато се върнеш към детството си, чрез магията на едно поколение се чувстваш различен и щастлив. Спомняш си позабравени игри, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/AtQeK7kJD_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2754790254813374671/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=2754790254813374671" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/2754790254813374671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/2754790254813374671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/AtQeK7kJD_c/blog-post.html" title="Времето изтича, като пясък през пръстите ни" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SoAbbJzZMaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/hT1PaY_n3yg/s72-c/180px-Joshua_tree.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEMSX07fSp7ImA9WxJXEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-5362617648145951047</id><published>2009-06-03T12:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:18:08.305+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-03T12:18:08.305+03:00</app:edited><title>Празна кесия ...................</title><summary type="html">Изминала е почти половин година и не съм писала нищо! Мога да се оправдавам разбира се - с работата, която наистина ме е превзела напоследък, но истината е, че така отлита времето, така отлита и живота. Има периоди, в които като че ли се возя в някаква каруца и тъпо зяпам сменящите покрай мен картини. Нещата си вървят, но е хубаво да иницирам нещо, което да ме държи с широко отворени очи. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/I1gz7qERMdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5362617648145951047/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=5362617648145951047" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/5362617648145951047?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/5362617648145951047?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/I1gz7qERMdA/blog-post.html" title="Празна кесия ..................." /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SiY9Xl-sFZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/u-wMDJ7unhw/s72-c/1188822281_793.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMNRXk-eyp7ImA9WxVTF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-8658732683808527401</id><published>2008-12-31T11:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:14:54.753+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-31T12:14:54.753+02:00</app:edited><title>Какво е да си роден на 31 декември?</title><summary type="html">Сега ще се опитам да си отговоря сама на този въпрос :-) Когато бях малка си мислех, че всички празнуват точно моя рожден ден и се чувствах невероятно добре , гледайки хората да се суетят около мен да мъкнат елхи и да чакат на големи опашки за плодове. За съжаление пораснах и разбрах, че не е така. Освен това се оказа изключително трудно дори невъзможно да го отпразнувам аз самата. Изпробвала съм&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/lVCsYVcjUDU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8658732683808527401/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=8658732683808527401" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/8658732683808527401?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/8658732683808527401?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/lVCsYVcjUDU/31.html" title="Какво е да си роден на 31 декември?" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SVtGEiKr1JI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OGhEm0DaKD8/s72-c/67.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/12/31.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNRX48eyp7ImA9WxRaFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-966601946506460215</id><published>2008-12-16T11:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:56:34.073+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-16T11:56:34.073+02:00</app:edited><title>Коледния дух и дребните неща</title><summary type="html">Времето лети неусетно. Отново сме в коледна атмосфера и това ми напомня, че още една година си отива. Човек се променя заедно със събитията, които съпровождат живота му и се нагажда към всичко, което го заобикаля и всичко , което се случва. В моето семейство имаме традиция да правим така наречените " Коледни вечери". Взаимствах тази идея от едно германско семейство в което преди много години бях &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/wlijAu9eyC0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/966601946506460215/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=966601946506460215" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/966601946506460215?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/966601946506460215?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/wlijAu9eyC0/blog-post.html" title="Коледния дух и дребните неща" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SUd7MjpRMCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/XjdJruuQZS4/s72-c/67_t.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DRHsycSp7ImA9WxRQGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-9068011435437471282</id><published>2008-10-12T11:40:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:47:55.599+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-12T12:47:55.599+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моите приказки" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моят свят" /><title>"Сексът и града" или "Селото и смеха" - 2 част</title><summary type="html">Благодаря на Иван за коментара,наистина се радвам, че ти харесва а ето го и продължението:Забележката на Дмитирий все пак ме накара да спра с пиенето и яденето, тъй като не можех да върна времето назад и да постя. Легнахме си изморени, а на другия ден прекрасното есенно слънце ни събуди, гъделичкайки ни по лицата и напомняйки ни, че предстои важен ден. Подкрепихме  се с  кафе и закуска  и  се &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/EMmu1XVmABs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/9068011435437471282/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=9068011435437471282" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/9068011435437471282?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/9068011435437471282?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/EMmu1XVmABs/2.html" title="&quot;Сексът и града&quot; или &quot;Селото и смеха&quot; - 2 част" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SPHHwjzgX4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/M4Ha47fBuKg/s72-c/DSCI0377.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/10/2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMFRnYyeip7ImA9WxRQGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-1144897510287775205</id><published>2008-09-23T18:28:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:40:17.892+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-12T12:40:17.892+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моите приказки" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моят свят" /><title>"Сексът и града " или "Селото и смеха"- 1 част</title><summary type="html">Посвещавам този разказ на един мой приятел Иван, който живее в Сан Диего и харесва писанията ми. Правя го по две причини  -  първо  разбира се за да се почувствам  важна  и  второ  за да си припомни как се забавляват хората  в България.Сега ще разкажа една история, докато още впечатленията ми са пресни и се чувствам заредена и щастлива от изживяното. С моите три приятелки, с които се познаваме от&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/1f_vJmmEP_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1144897510287775205/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=1144897510287775205" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/1144897510287775205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/1144897510287775205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/1f_vJmmEP_Y/1.html" title="&quot;Сексът и града &quot; или &quot;Селото и смеха&quot;- 1 част" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SN4No72xRmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aQ3aKOoAmxo/s72-c/42.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMR3kyeyp7ImA9WxRTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-4745125075930598502</id><published>2008-09-02T12:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:14:46.793+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-02T13:14:46.793+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="вяра" /><title>В какво вярваме?</title><summary type="html">Днес смених анкетата и се надявам да получа интересни отговори на зададения въпрос. С предната анкета "В какво вярвате" се опитах да провокирам мисленето и да разбера дали наистина повече са негативно мислещите хора, които не вярват в нищо, въпреки че дълбоко в себе си знам, че всеки вярва в нещо и неверието е само израз на обърканост и безпомощност. Радвам се, че повечето хора признаха, че &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/-eLeSJr7sIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4745125075930598502/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=4745125075930598502" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/4745125075930598502?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/4745125075930598502?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/-eLeSJr7sIw/blog-post.html" title="В какво вярваме?" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SL0RUHe-HsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TbUu7I6K2nM/s72-c/photo1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIER305fCp7ImA9WxdUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-6099782995888485531</id><published>2008-08-01T17:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:55:06.324+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-01T17:55:06.324+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моят свят" /><title>Една година - дълъг или кратък период ?</title><summary type="html">Днес се сетих, че на този ден преди една година за пръв път писах в блога си :-) Много или малко време е това ? Тъй като всичко е относително, а най относително е времето на този въпрос не може да се отговори еднозначно. Въпреки това един изминал период дава повод за равносметка. В началото бях доста ентусиазирана и имах потребност да пиша, после се появи и очакването някой да чете това, което &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/v3oEDahjD-c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6099782995888485531/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=6099782995888485531" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/6099782995888485531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/6099782995888485531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/v3oEDahjD-c/blog-post.html" title="Една година - дълъг или кратък период ?" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SJMjsAPBuLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zdLRjPcg9Yw/s72-c/Krisi+034.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCSHk7fSp7ImA9WxZaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-5180729881607495304</id><published>2008-04-27T18:14:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:47:49.705+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-27T18:47:49.705+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="приказки за Америка" /><title>Mалки проблеми, големи проблеми - продължение</title><summary type="html">Христос Воскресе ! Днес е прекрасен ден - нека здравето, благоденствието и любовта изпълват нашия свят! Наистина нямах време да пиша, но все пак обещах да завърша историята за гъските, а на себе си обещавам да намирам време и да пиша по често в блога. Както казах Лори започна трескава подготовка по подготовката за репортажа на канал 11, която се състоеше в следното: обиколи всички съседи и ги &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/9dgiIseNjGk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5180729881607495304/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=5180729881607495304" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/5180729881607495304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/5180729881607495304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/9dgiIseNjGk/m.html" title="Mалки проблеми, големи проблеми - продължение" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/SBSfQrzN_hI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QewG0rKu7nk/s72-c/%D0%9A%D0%B0%D1%80%D1%82%D0%B8%D0%BD%D0%B01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/04/m.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FQHw7cCp7ImA9WxZUEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-1373096211611406205</id><published>2008-04-02T14:41:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:38:31.208+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-02T15:38:31.208+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="приказки за Америка" /><title>Големи проблеми - малки проблеми</title><summary type="html">Хеййй здрасти! Съвсем се омързеливих и не съм писала вече два месеца. Мисля да поправя грешката, но истината е, че бях толкова ангажирана с обикновенни житейски дела, че не ми остана време да разсъждавам философски, да хленча, да се хваля или да се отдам на спомени. По повод на това се сетих за малките проблеми и големите проблеми. Просто няма такива - зависи от гледната точка. Във връзка с това &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/f2d0GHFJ47c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1373096211611406205/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=1373096211611406205" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/1373096211611406205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/1373096211611406205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/f2d0GHFJ47c/blog-post.html" title="Големи проблеми - малки проблеми" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/R_N9oQKC3jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-j07mIUTrJs/s72-c/270px-Rhode_Island_Red.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGSHs_eip7ImA9WxZSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-4422384836204094344</id><published>2008-02-01T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:38:49.542+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-01T17:38:49.542+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="философски" /><title>Музата</title><summary type="html">Не съм писала цял месец :-(  Скоро се замислих по въпроса за творческите личности и кризите в живота им. И може би не случайно на една от лекциите на Танг- Ра засегнахме тази тема. Всъщност силно емоционалните личности, обхванати от вдъхновение творят и създават нещо с лекота обхванати от музата или от това, че осъществяват връзка с оня непознат и изпълнен с безкрайна информация свят. Много &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/TRMJrDKGDx8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4422384836204094344/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=4422384836204094344" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/4422384836204094344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/4422384836204094344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/TRMJrDKGDx8/blog-post.html" title="Музата" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NQH85eip7ImA9WB9aFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-6049183915054832453</id><published>2008-01-03T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:46:31.122+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-04T16:46:31.122+02:00</app:edited><title>Здравей зима!</title><summary type="html">Страхотна зима е ! Отдавна не е имало толкова сняг. Бял, пухкав, чист, блестящ - истински сняг. Има пречистващо и освежаващо действие. Тази сутрин вървях пеш и се чувствах прекрасно. Около мен всичко беше бяло. Искаше ми се да се отъркалям в снега и да си играя, като дете. Забавното беше, че на всички разглезени шофьори се наложи да вървят пеш. Хората вървяха един след друг по утъпканите пътечки &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/zUpgDULdiTM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6049183915054832453/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=6049183915054832453" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/6049183915054832453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/6049183915054832453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/zUpgDULdiTM/blog-post.html" title="Здравей зима!" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/R35GtFS6mmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lma0ccBbr2A/s72-c/06.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQCRXsyeyp7ImA9WB9bFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-9206723999889551259</id><published>2007-12-26T11:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:09:24.593+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-26T13:09:24.593+02:00</app:edited><title>Коледа и чудесата !</title><summary type="html">Има нещо, което прави този празник вълшебен. Какво е то ? Дали украсата, светлините, суматохата, подаръците или просто вярата. Малкото зрънце вяра, което се прокрадва между пазаруването, гостите и лудницата около нас. Понякога не го забелязваме и не бихме си признали, че го носим в себе си.  Дните по Коледа са силни енергийни дни  и дори малкото зрънце вяра, надежда  или  стремежа да преодолеем &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/LYuT4u7VCOQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/9206723999889551259/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=9206723999889551259" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/9206723999889551259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/9206723999889551259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/LYuT4u7VCOQ/blog-post_26.html" title="Коледа и чудесата !" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/R3I1_VS6mlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aPAcXe3RDCQ/s72-c/iceberg-shrub-rose.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_26.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HQ3s-fCp7ImA9WB9bFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-6917978998812781274</id><published>2007-12-23T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:08:52.554+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-23T21:08:52.554+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моят свят" /><title>Равносметка</title><summary type="html">Време е за равносметка за това, което се случи през годината. Хубаво е, че има такива периоди в които човек да има възможност поне малко да се замисли. Да избяга от пистата на ежедневието и да се обърне назад, да се огледа, да си прости и после да продължи напред - помъдрял, осмислил грешките си и осъзнал опита си. За мен тази година беше наситена със събития. До голяма степен изминаващата година&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/akyrMTVJnkQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6917978998812781274/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=6917978998812781274" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/6917978998812781274?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/6917978998812781274?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/akyrMTVJnkQ/blog-post_23.html" title="Равносметка" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/R26dDVS6mkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aGzop02gbWM/s72-c/003649326-special.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_23.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUEQngzfyp7ImA9WB9UFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-3846401262571430298</id><published>2007-12-11T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:56:43.687+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-14T16:56:43.687+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="приказки за Америка" /><title>Всеки ден е училище</title><summary type="html">Всеки ден прекаран в Америка беше училище за мен. Научавах нови и различни неща, като се започне от езика и се стигне до интересните обичаи характерни за еврейската религия, които се спазваха в семейството където живеех. В петъка на втората седмица взех сама влакчето от малката гаричка на Larchmont. Стигнах без проблем до Манхатън / то си беше и последна спирка и нямаше как да се объркам/. Това ,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/O636TUNciH0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/3846401262571430298/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=3846401262571430298" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/3846401262571430298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/3846401262571430298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/O636TUNciH0/blog-post_11.html" title="Всеки ден е училище" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/R2KZnFS6mjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WzzE0qOPttA/s72-c/small_114027258511.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYERng4cCp7ImA9WB9VGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-2019635660354278415</id><published>2007-12-06T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:41:47.638+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-06T16:41:47.638+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="мъжете" /><title>Ах тези мъже :-)</title><summary type="html">Скоро гледах едно видео в което се изреждаха над 70 причини, поради които бирата е по добра от жената, според мъжкото мислене. Аз също много уважавам бирата и вкусовите и качества,но след петнадесетото и изредено достойнство ми писна. Та реших аз да напиша да кажем само 7 причини поради които телевизора е по добър от мъжа за да ми стане малко по добре.1. Можеш да му говориш и той да те слуша, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/0AEZtxVid-0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2019635660354278415/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=2019635660354278415" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/2019635660354278415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/2019635660354278415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/0AEZtxVid-0/blog-post.html" title="Ах тези мъже :-)" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/R1gKHX504vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jrzc5cfTBMo/s72-c/5894191.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDR3o4fip7ImA9WB9VEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-5445480813032869536</id><published>2007-11-27T17:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:02:56.436+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-27T18:02:56.436+02:00</app:edited><title>Нови идеи</title><summary type="html">От известно време имам нови идеи, които се въртят в главата ми и чета за да мога да ги осъществя. Искам да използвам интернет пространството за да правя нещо, което да ми помага, защото съм сигурна, че в това пространство на този етап има неограничени възможности. Никога не съм била търпелива, а сега усещам ,че търпението ми е необходимо за да мога стъпка по стъпка да реализирам идеите си. Уча се&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/jupJ73e9SEI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/5445480813032869536/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=5445480813032869536" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/5445480813032869536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/5445480813032869536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/jupJ73e9SEI/blog-post_27.html" title="Нови идеи" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/R0w_i3ikchI/AAAAAAAAAGs/H8v4G4CrHv0/s72-c/21554cyd2o7mij0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_27.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAASXs4cCp7ImA9WB9WF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-1591098550153112030</id><published>2007-11-21T13:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:19:08.538+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-22T17:19:08.538+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моят свят" /><title>Ежедневието - предизвикателство или скука</title><summary type="html">Писах и преди по тази тема, явно тя ме вълнува и има въпроси на които не съм си отговорила. Това което се случва всеки ден е нашето ежедневие :-) Не звучи много умно, нали ? И въпреки това е истина и олицетворява реалния ни живот. Въпросът е дали да го приемем като повтарящи се събития в които не можем , а в много случаи и не искаме да променим нищо или да го приемем като предизвикателство. Аз &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/jgbj7d7g_98" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1591098550153112030/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=1591098550153112030" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/1591098550153112030?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/1591098550153112030?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/jgbj7d7g_98/blog-post_21.html" title="Ежедневието - предизвикателство или скука" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/R0Wd48meRZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/C5p0eNd8M9E/s72-c/11051sr96xk7dfz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_21.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEAQn49cCp7ImA9WB9XF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-6754907399341412323</id><published>2007-11-05T16:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:57:23.068+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-11T17:57:23.068+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="приказки за Америка" /><title>Какво повече има в един нов свят?</title><summary type="html">И така в неделя трябваше да се прибера сама до Ларчмонт. Тръгнах още по обяд и тайно от братовчед ми, Косито ме изпрати с приятелката си за да науча пътя. От къщата в Куинс вървяхме пеш около 30-35 минути до спирката на метрото, която се намираше на 71 континентал авеню. Пътят беше приятен защото се движехме по чисти улици с много зеленина и красиви къщи. Улиците бяха частни в тях живееха &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/JWYLGlduBa4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/6754907399341412323/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=6754907399341412323" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/6754907399341412323?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/6754907399341412323?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/JWYLGlduBa4/blog-post.html" title="Какво повече има в един нов свят?" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/RzclDNnJp2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/DL7uETytVgE/s72-c/%D0%9A%D0%B0%D1%80%D1%82%D0%B8%D0%BD%D0%B04.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNQ3g_fCp7ImA9WB9QGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-1285307149914864463</id><published>2007-10-31T17:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:39:52.644+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-31T17:39:52.644+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="актуални позиции" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="философски" /><title>Пътеките в живота ни</title><summary type="html">Мисля си, че пиша доста отвлечено понякога , а това не е добре, защото е вид бягство от действителността. Всъщност всеки ден става нещо и то определя поведението ни и начина на живот. Ако с представим, че се намираме в гора , в която има утъпкани и неутъпкани пътеки ние трябва да изберем по коя пътека да вървим. Сега, когато децата си тръгват аз поемам по пътеката на моето ежедневие без те да са &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/3hXu-jBHNus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/1285307149914864463/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=1285307149914864463" title="4 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/1285307149914864463?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/1285307149914864463?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/3hXu-jBHNus/blog-post_31.html" title="Пътеките в живота ни" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/RyihgvbD0kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_KBON9P9PWM/s72-c/4072z9o9e5qnqz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_31.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ENQX05fip7ImA9WB9QFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-4450925454575057723</id><published>2007-10-29T17:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:28:10.326+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-29T17:28:10.326+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моите приказки" /><title>Среща с гордостта</title><summary type="html">След разговора ми със страха, който не се оказа толкова страшен, реших че мога да си устройвам срещи и с другите си недостатъци, независимо в какава степен ги притежавам и да разговарям с тях открито за това което ме вълнува за да разбера ролята им в моя живот. Проблемът с гордостта се състоеше в това, че незнаех какво точно представлява и не можех да я визуализирам, а и ми беше трудно да дам &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/RUg7A73Z9kE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4450925454575057723/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=4450925454575057723" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/4450925454575057723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/4450925454575057723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/RUg7A73Z9kE/blog-post_29.html" title="Среща с гордостта" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/RyX74vbD0jI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QHyzibaa8O0/s72-c/img14.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_29.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFRn4_eyp7ImA9WB9RGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-2451066246285521786</id><published>2007-10-19T15:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T16:26:57.043+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-19T16:26:57.043+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моят свят" /><title>Защо пиша в този блог ?</title><summary type="html">Днес една приятелка ме провокира, като ме запита защо пиша в този блог и ме накара да се замисля? Пиша заради себе си и потребността да изразя това, което ме вълнува за да не остава натрупано в мен и да създава негативни емоции или да ми формира комплекси. Защо не пишеш в някой файл на word, а го споделяш с хората ? Защото ми харесва тази форма и ме кара да се чувствам свободна. Забележката и, че&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/-bVFxag2Oz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/2451066246285521786/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=2451066246285521786" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/2451066246285521786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/2451066246285521786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/-bVFxag2Oz4/blog-post_19.html" title="Защо пиша в този блог ?" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/RxiwllNWHDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2IV2v4CdRyo/s72-c/180px-Bees_Collecting_Pollen_2004-08-14.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_19.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYERXs4cSp7ImA9WB9REEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-8837013464996795284</id><published>2007-10-11T12:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:15:04.539+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-11T12:15:04.539+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="моите приказки" /><title>Разговор със страха</title><summary type="html">Що е страх ? Какво е това всеобхватно чувство, което въздейства на емоциите ми, което определя постъпките ми, което ме кара да изричам думи, които противоречат на вътрешната ми природа и после да се ненавиждам заради това ? Има толкова много разновидности на страха, толкова много негови форми , че е трудно дори да ги осъзная, но едно е сигурно аз се срещам с този рошав, ръждив негодник във всеки &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/Lch0ENWA2Hw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/8837013464996795284/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=8837013464996795284" title="1 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/8837013464996795284?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/8837013464996795284?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/Lch0ENWA2Hw/blog-post_11.html" title="Разговор със страха" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/Rw3pZlNWHBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7wf0Rj0Wgz0/s72-c/180px-Joshua_tree.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQCRnw9eSp7ImA9WB9SFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387759034695860560.post-4784112971809607176</id><published>2007-10-05T16:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:26:07.261+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-05T17:26:07.261+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="приказки за Америка" /><title>Какво започнах да научавам в Америка</title><summary type="html">И така моята работна година в семейство Розенфелд започна. Тъй като измина доста време някой от нещата са избледнели, но ще разказвам по някоя основна случка, която ми е направила впечатление и е спомогнала за изграждането на впечатленията ми за Америка. Първите ми работни дни бяха много тежки тъй като не знаех какво точно искат от мен и по точно бях изплашена от всичките разговори с Владимир, от&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~4/rBhXi2ckhHI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/feeds/4784112971809607176/comments/default" title="Коментари за публикацията" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387759034695860560&amp;postID=4784112971809607176" title="0 коментара" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/4784112971809607176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387759034695860560/posts/default/4784112971809607176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sheherezada1001/~3/rBhXi2ckhHI/blog-post_05.html" title="Какво започнах да научавам в Америка" /><author><name>Шехерезада</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497668188421311665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/TTHWmI-YT1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/L0tl3sZkz_w/S220/SDC11087.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Po9bE9zkRU/RwZJZ1NWHAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UzrJYOFdZMQ/s72-c/24.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sheherezada1001.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_05.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

