My new blog

Hi there!

As you can see, I made this blog so my relatives/family over the States, Canada and so on, can read this. Since nobody speaks swedish, I'm going to write everything on english.
So. As you all know, I'm Nadia. And I play basketball. I really love it, I think I am going to play until I can't move a leg anymore. Which is about 100 years. Yeah, it goes in the family. My grandpa is 81 years old and he is moving better than me. I really love grandma and grandpa, but sometimes ''babai'' can really make me angry. Like when he's shaving himself, he takes the shaving cream all over my face when I'm not ready. But it's funny, really! They are in Iran now. They will be home soon, in three days. So, I have a pretty biiiiiig family. I've got really many cousins, and stuff. Grandpa has 2 brothers, one is uncle Farogh, and uncle Farid. I call uncle Farid Tim Allen. Yeah, there you go, now you know how he looks like. Just like Tim Allen.
In Iran, we went to dinner at mums aunts house. I kinda feel guilty about this one. But I said this to uncle Farid.
Nadia - You are not cool at all.
Farid - No, I know :(
Nadia - NO I'M JOKING, DON'T DO PUPPY FACES!
And oh, grandpas ''adorable'' sisters, well haha I'm sorry, but we fight alot. Like I once threw one sister off the sofa. And then we had pillow fights. Well, that's aunt Forogh. Then we have aunt Ferdos. She is really funny let me tell you that. And she got really beautiful eyes! I remember once in Canada. I was playing basketball. Aunt Forogh had this Spalding basket, I don't know if it was a Spalding basket, but it looked like Spalding. Right next to this basket, uncle (we call everybody uncle, yeah, we're from Iran, what can I say?) Majid's (sorry if I spelled it wrong) car was there. And let me tell ya, I wasn't really talented those days. I was young and well.. We are talking about alot of airballs right now. So uncle Majid said don't you dare throw the ball on my car, while aunt Forogh told me to do whatever I wanted to. And uncles car was like this italian mafioso car. Black, ugly, (sorry) cheap and well.. I will not go so far. I guess he really loved it. I shot, and.. everybody is watching, so I had no time to run, the ball hits the rim, falls onto Madjid's cars window, and well, he screamed oh no my beautiful car, and his hands were on his head. Did I laugh or what? Yeah, that is all from me. Don't forget to comment now! Look in this blog like, everyday. I will probably write alot.

Byebye!
Nadia