Friday, August 25, 2006

I invaded a blog.

I went ahead and invaded my sister in laws blog, so if any of you want to check it out, here is the link. Living vicariously through siblings And if you are feeling super generous, you can donate to her Walk for Diabetes fund. There is a link in the post somewhere. Other than that i just kinda rambled.
See ya!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Tom Cruise, Scientology, and lip gloss.

So, Tom Cruise got fired from Paramount, basically because of his personal behavior.. Hmmmmmm....I don't really see why, I mean he is just a normal guy with a girlfriend who had his baby..... that he has shut away, and sucked the soul out of. I mean, what is up with this dude, anyway? He was normal at one time. Or at least he passed himself off as normal. Is it because of Scientology? Because I am reading about it, and it looks pretty kooky to me. L. Ron Hubbard actually recommended that breastfeeding be avoided, and that a child should be given a mixture of "barley water, homogenized milk, and corn syrup or honey." Stating that he picked it up "In roman days" Hello? I don't even know where to start on this one. I mean since when is it alright to give a baby honey anyway? And the thought that breastmilk is bad for the baby? Oh crap, my head may explode. Of course I might just be being *glib* over here but ole' Tommy boy needs to get over himself and wake up.
And on an unrelated note....
Today I was praying the early after noon prayer (Dhur) and Ayman was doing things he shouldn't be doing, knowing, I am not going to stop praying tot stop him. So I can hear him get into the computer cabinet, and in there I had some lip gloss and other Dr. Pepper flavored lipstuff. I can hear him opening it and putting the lid back on it.... He loves the lipstuff, his lips are chapped all the time so we put some vanilla lip balm on him a few times a day. anyhoo, I am just finishing up the prayer, I am on the ground on my knees saying the last part of it quietly. He comes over and stands dead in front of me on the prayer rug, so I close my eyes because he will do anything to get you to look at him. So, my eyes are closed and I am just about done, when I feel lip balm being applied to my lips- not neatly. Seriously, do you have any idea how hard it is to keep your concentration when something like that is going on? I finished up and this is what greeted me-

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lovely isn't it?
Well hey, thanks for joining me, I have nothing else to say right now and the pipsqueek is crying. Time to take off the blogger hat and put on the mommy one. Later folks.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

This is better.

I woke up this morning to find this tidbit in the news. A judge overturned the wiretapping that has been going on on innocent (Muslim) Americans. Good. Now when I talk on the phone maybe I won't hear all the clicks and beeps I sometimes hear. If you think I am being paranoid, I have proof. Last week, I was talking to my mom on the phone and there was a click and a beep, like someone was using old call waiting to get in to the conversation. I don't have any call waiting, old or otherwise. It wasn't me hitting a button on my phone, (it didn't sound like that) and it wasn't my mom either. I have had this happen a lot in the last few years. So has my husband. I think I wrote before about a conference call he was on with his friends, one in the bay area and one in North Carolina. At one point, A recording of half of their conversation played back in their ears. Not smart, NSA. Oh well. I guess it is time to look for bugs in my house too.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Weekend trips and offensive opinions.

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Wow, I guess I have been slacking off on the job lately. I have kind of hit a blogging rut over here, I don't have much to say, of course actually I do, but it is pretty inflammatory, so I will get with the happy happy first. This weekend I went to the bay area to see my friend Heba. She has two little ones like me but hers are both around 9-10 months older than mine. It was a lot of fun. We got there late on Friday night, and we all slept in one room (three beds, don't ask, the bay area is expensive, y'all) Ayman was so wound up he didn't sleep until like, 2 am. Everytime the room would get quiet, one of the kids would giggle, or like Jennah, fart, and it would send all the kids (and mommies too, ) into fits of giggles. I was having slumber party flashbacks. On Saturday we went to a park, and the kids played. Then, we returned to the apartment and Heba made a great Egyptian style Dinner, that Amr, brought his cousin Amr (nope, not a mistake, I said Amr.) to. Amr is a neurosurgeon visiting from Egypt to learn all kinds of hitech stuff they do in hospitals here. Currently he is studying at University of San Francisco. Anyway, the food was delicious and we all ate too much. Sunday, the kids were driving each other and their mothers nuts so we left at about 3 pm, a fun time was had by all.

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Now for the offensive. I will post this Youtube clip, which is the only clip I have ever seen that TRUTHFULLY states what was and is going on with Lebanon and Israel. I refuse to toe the Bush Party Line, people. Let the flaming comments commence.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

A new show to series record....

Gene Simmons Family Jewels. I love this show. I watched it tonight. Not what I thought. Plus, Gene Simmons has a real cutie pie of a son. It is fun to watch. Also, I watched Dog the Bounty Hunter last night. He got married. Can I just say, Beth looked stripperific and Dog was representin' the trailer park all the way. His mullet was lookin' extra sweet, as were the coordinating roach clips he was wearing in it. Click for the wedding album. Well that is all, time for beddie bye, peace out, y'all.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

You have to do this.

Snakes on a Plane! Have Samuel L. Jackson call anyone you want to pimp Snakes on a Plane. Must hear it to believe it! Thanks Colleen! Click Me!

Monday, August 07, 2006

Seriously, don't read this if you hated my breastfeeding post.

Here are some recent and adorable pictures of Jennah, before I get down and dirty regarding my breastfeeding post. May I say, Mean Aunt Cindy, I love you and please don't be offended.

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I have another sweetie baby on my hands. Posted by Picasa

Ok, so I guess I do have to call myself a breastfeeding Nazi. I had a phone conversation with my aunt last night and she told me to "get over it." I had to try and bite my tongue at that. I guess I should keep the ranting to my blog and leave my communications with others to bland statements. I don't mean to cause anyone any guilt about their decisions to formula feed. That is not my intent. I am writing how I feel over here. Everybody has their own reasons for things, no matter what my opinions are of those things it is a free country.
Regarding the comments I received, I still think a 15 year old boy will probably pop wood no matter what,seeing someone breastfeed or not though. Don't 15 year olds float boners like 50 times a day? Ewww, I don't wanna think of that. I mean hey, guys used to check out National Geographic when I was in elementary school, before most of them found out that their dads had huge hidden stashes of porn. Not that the internet isn't good for that now, or anything.
I think breastfeeding moms have rights. Apparently all 50 states and the District of Columbia does too, since all have legislation to protect the rights of a breastfeeding mother in public. It isn't a sex act, it is a mother feeding a child. So, sorry "None breastfeeding Mom" (if you are who you say you are, and I don't believe so, just know I know your true identity, because you are not sly. It is good to see you are still reading my blog, bitch) if you feel a woman should stay in her car to feed. I think that is ridiculous. Once again, My blog, my words, don't like it, don't visit. 'Nuff said.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

For Colleen

Okay I know that it has taken me a while to come up with this list, Colleen, and I am sorry. First I forgot, then I was in a whirlwind of drs appointments and such lately. So here goes.

here are a few things that have nothing to do with my family, but make me happy:

Watching TV, after the kids are asleep, whatever I have on the DVR. This is such a chunk of what makes me happy that I will list what I love to watch:
My Name Is Earl
The Office
Project Runway
Kathy Griffins Life On the D-List
Top Chef
Anything that Bill Kurtis narrates
West Wing reruns on Bravo
Law and Order of anykind but Criminal Intent.

*whew* it just occurred to me I watch way tooooo much TV.

I also love to listen to music, these days I just get favorite songs here and there, but here is an example, my playlist on Rhapsody right now:

"Bebot" by the Black Eyed Peas
"Don't want you back", by Backstreet boys
"What I got" and "Santeria" by Sublime
"Hate me" By Blue October
"Change" by Deftones
"Rio" by Duran Duran
"It's my life" by No Doubt

I love to bake things, usually quick breads and cakes, and eat them. (no wonder my ass is fat.)

I love my flowers. Mostly impatiens but I picked up a mini rose bush with pretty steely lavender flowers, and killed half of it in the trans plant. It is blooming 4 flowers now and I just like to look at it.

I love to sit in my living room with all the lights off and only candles burning, after I have cleaned, dusted and vacuumed. I feel like I have accomplished something and it is peaceful. Oh did I mention, I do this when the kids are not around?

I think that is all I can think of right now.

Oh yeah, something I have been doing for me for a long time now- blogging. I love it. It rocks.

Friday, August 04, 2006

World Breastfeeding Week.

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I wouldn't call myself a breastfeeding Nazi. Either you are going to breastfeed your baby or you're not. I just wish more women would. It makes me sad to hear women say "it ties me down to the baby" or "No one else can feed the baby" or even the worst thing I have heard ever, and most flabbergasting: "I have a ton of milk I just don't want to deal with it." What a shameful waste. If more women would breastfeed more men would see what breasts are really for, and it wouldn't make people so darned squeamish. And for the religious out there: Hello~!? Jesus did not drink Similac Mary (and/or possibly a wetnurse) breastfed him.
When Ayman was 3 months old he refused to nurse anymore. I had been giving him bottles when we were in Egypt, because I had huge scabs on my nipples, and it was waaaaaay to painful to nurse, and expressing wasn't cutting it. By the time I could nurse again, he didn't want to. Long story short, my feelings were so hurt. I wanted to breastfeed him more, but he didn't want to do the work. I swore I wouldn't let that happen to my daughter. At first I was so tired and didn't feel like waking up to feed. But hey, either you are doing it with the breast, or you are pulling your tail out of bed, making a bottle, making sure it is the right temperature, sitting in the room with the baby and feeding her. I love breastfeeding. It is the perfect MRE (Meal ready to Eat, for those of you with no knowledge of military jargon.)So what I am saying here is think it thru. Believe in yourself and what a gift breastfeeding is. The longer you do it the better. Just do it.
Kristina visited and commented on my blog today. She had a great post that I want to share with you, so please check it out it had some great info, and some links to ridiculous stories that need to be seen to be believed. Thanks Kristin for stopping by, and for writing that post, the inspiration for this rant.

Pain pain p a I n

Well, I decided that a visit to the doctor was required. I tweeked out some ligaments in my knees. My Dr. gave me a cortisone shot and put me off of work for a couple of weeks (darn!) But I am kinda bummed. I was doing good. I will try more when I am better. I think I will have to start all over though. Oh well. It is all good.

Yesterday I went on a tour of the new Morman temple in Sacramento. It was kinds neat. and a little weird. I don't know how to really describe it. Ask a Mormon I guess. It was a good opportunity, since after the temple is dedicated you have to be a Mormon in good standing to get in there. Obviously, being Muslim, I am not going to get the opportunity again. It was beautiful and as I expected, the mormans were very nice. Plus I found out who the hornblower is on top of the spires. Cool.