Always Posing.

That sweetbaby squinchy face. 

Kathy Griffin Is Hilarious.

Ok, I hope you guys watched this womans' show over the summer. It was awesome. She is so real and funny, and she works damn hard.
Well, my mom sent me a link to her website so I will toss it on in here too. Here it is: Kathy Griffin.net Enough of the gushing. But if you can catch the reruns of her show, please do so you will get a whole new look at Hollywood (or not, it is shallow people.) And, a hearty appreciation for how this woman earns her living. She is real.
OK, enough of that.
Yeah, I haven't blogged in a while. I admit it, I suck. Throw me a bone here, I am tired. All. The. Time. If i wasn't pregnant I would think I had Epstein-Barre. I am still planning on going to respiratory school with my friend Nelsy, but dude, that is so far away. I need to keep up the motivation. It is either that or stick a fork in my eye whenever I go to work. Hmm which one is better?
It'll be a close one.

"Sandy" the tweeker was supposed to come back to work on Monday, but since I don't work again until Friday, I am gonna say she didn't. Just a guess. We took a poll of my co-workers, It was not in her favor that she would be reporting back. But hey she could surprise us all. Yeah right.

Well that is enough poison for now. Peace out y'all.

My Name Is Earl

This show was on last night. It was hilarious. If you didn't see it, do yourself a favor next week and watch it.

Here is Something New....Kinda

TAAAAA DAAAAAAAH!
I am expecting another baby all. Progress on the new Nasr can be monitored at the bottom of the page at any given time. I am around 3 months pregnant and oh-so-hormonal.
The new baby will be here, God willing, around March 25th.
And on a really cool note, My friend Shonda that I went to high school with, is also pregnant as well. Due on the 28th of March. We can be the hormone twins!
OH YEAH, WATCH OUT!

I'm Not Wearing Underwear: Fun After 50

I'm Not Wearing Underwear: Fun After 50
Check it out folks! My mom has a blog! Let's all make her feel real welcome to the Blogosphere. Drop in and say "hi" she is really great.

*WARNING* Totally Bitchy Work Rant.

I am so tired lately. I don't feel like doing anything. I think I have narcolepsy. My job totally sucks. That girl I blogged about some months ago, "Sandy" has been on a leave of absence, because the meth must have gotten to be too much for her....OK, I don't know for sure that she is on meth, but boy, she does exhibit all the signs of a tweeker. Anyhoo, they gave her a LOA. That put the NOC shift at my job short, but hey, management doesn't give a rats-ass about it. Suck it up bitches. Don't complain, be happy you have your job. Yeah right. The PM shift has one day where they will be short staffed and our joke of a manager posts it in the company email.."Please help the PM shift, they are going to be short" Did she do this for the NOC shift a month ago when the Tweek called in sick for 5 consecutive days, then got sent on LOA (oh, not because she wanted to mind you, but because she had to, she was given a referral to employee services as well, in other words, a social worker. I feel sorry for that guy.) Not only that but the leave keeps on getting extended. It just goes to show you that poor behavior, and a crappy work ethic will get you everything at my job. Sour grapes? You bet your ass.
As of now I am exploring my options. I think I am going to go back to school to become, *gasp* a respiratory therapist. The school costs a buttload, and I wouldn't start until next September, but they make a lot of cash. My Dad and Brother are RT's so I have been resisting it, but I can't any longer. Unless I want to continue to get butt-raped at my job, and let me assure you I do not, I have to do something. My poor mother.... in about three years she is going to have 3 RTs at the dinnertable on special occasions. Oh well what can you do?
Thanks all for listening to that hearty rant. I feel better now. I think I can sleep.

Today, You Are 21 Months Old.

 
I am glad I started to do this. I know, it is a rip off on what Dooce is doing for her adorable girl, But she didn't corner the market on writing to her child. Much props to her though, and I know I am nowhere near as witty.

Moving on.

Like I said, you are 21 months old today. Yesterday, you, Gramma, and I went out to give some of your clothes, mommys', Grammas', Tavias' and Jasmines' to the people who came from New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. Mommy and Daddy don't have much money, but we all had stuff to give so we did. You were a very good boy, as always. After we made that stop we went out to lunch. Our favorite thing. You were very particular about where you wanted your Sprite placed on the table in relation to your french fries and hamburger. You were also very careful about the dipping of your fries in ketchup.
After you finished, before we could leave, you had a whole conversation in jibberish
with a cute little girl, about the finer points of that weird wire and bead toy. You didn't seem to wanna leave, but were on a schedule and had no time to dally, even for cute chicks.

Last night Shonda came over with Jordan and Tyler. Boy, did you love to watch them play. They had fun making you laugh too. They jumped up and down for you and you tried and tried to jump too. You haven't quite gotten it yet but you will. You were trying so hard. It was adorable.

Yesterday also brought a new sound: bree bree bre then a noise that sounds like you are imitating radio static. New and interesting, that is for sure.

The latest disturbing thing though is those night terrors you have been having.. About once a week since cousin Adam had his birthday last month, you have been waking up in the middle of the night hysterical and inconsolable. The only thing that remedies this situation is taking you to bed with Mommy and Daddy. One morning, a couple of weeks ago, I came home from work to find you sleeping in the bed with Daddy. It was very cute, but there was no room for Mommy. You woke up again the night before the last. We brought you in to our room with us at about 0130. Your love of flinging yourself on pillows outweighed your desire to sleep, so you kept us awake for an hour. Finally, Daddy got frustrated and went on the couch to sleep and I decided to put you back in your own bed. After much whining and kicking your mattress, you fell asleep about an hour later. Yay.

 
Well, that is pretty much all the news that is fit to print this month, but I should mention that the gulf coast states had a horrible hurricane a couple of weeks ago, New Orleans is underwater, as well as Mississippi. It is terrible, and the governments response to all of it sucked, and now everyone is pointing fingers in all directions.

 
And this is what you were doing one year ago today... Grampa took you for your very first professional haircut. You were a very good boy, you didn't cry or freak out. This was a first and last for both. Every subsequent haircut you have had has been a nightmare. You cling on to Mommy or Daddy like a baby monkey for the duration of the haircut now. Go figure.
That is all for now, keep on rockin' Baby Style. I love you,
Momma

Gmail for the masses

OK, i have like 100 Gmail invites. If you want one drop a comment with your email. For those of you who don't know about gmail check out the info here. I wish i could think of a witty question to have you all answer but my brain is mush right now. I have been awake since 0430 for no good reason.
Go figure.

Aw, pillow boy

 I cleaned and rearranged my garage a couple of weeks ago. I decided that Ayman could use it as a playroom. I laid down rugs, pillows and set out his Elmo couch and little patio chair. He has all of his push and ride toys out there as well as some other crap he wasn't playing with in his room. I think the change of venue made the toys more fun.

Reading is Fun....

 Here is Ayman reading the book Auntie Cindy got him last year for Halloween. I read it to him today, and he was hypnotized. He took it away from me and started to "read" it by himself.

Biker Fun

 Here he is on His Rock Roll & Ride Deluxe. He doesn't do too much rocking rolling or riding on it, but he loves to sit on it. He turns it on and off, on and off. The start up noise make him totally crack up for some reason, only known to him.

The Cutest Picture Ever...

 He just really knows how to work it. My son, posing in the bathtub. He's so cheesy.

HBO: Six Feet Under - Obituary

Ok, I don't know how many of you all watch this show, but I love it. The series finale was on Sunday and I wept copiously. Really, I did. I watched again last night and did much of the same. I have to say though that it was such a satisfying ending to a great show. I kept wondering how they would wrap it up, and thinking to myself, I hope they have a movie or something to let us know how these lives turn out.... The last ten minutes were awesome. I love that it was wrapped up, SOLID. I am trying not to drop any spoilers here, but let us say I am not left wondering. I only miss the characters now. I was telling my mom, after she watched it, that I felt like someone died. I guess that is probably what they were going for.

Now for some fun, click on the link to view the obituaries.

Happy Boy At Cousin Adams Birthday 

MMMMM....Corny.

 That baby loves corn on the cob. Last time he ate it, I didn't take a picture, but this time I was prepared. He is so cute. Not biased.
Okay, so today is Aymans 20 month mark. Wow time flies when you are sleep deprived and half retarded from the boggling things your child does.

Hey Baby, you are 20 months old today. It was pretty much like any other mommy day at home, you watched teletubbies, had to stand in the corner, ate some Cherrios and went to the store with mommy. You also got into her root beer. Mommy should know better by now, because this isn't the first time that you have done something like this, but mommy has a thick skull, and sometimes it takes a while for things to sink in. You still don't talk all that much yet, but as gramma says " Maybe he doesn't have anything to say" I think that may be it. You sure are babbling a lot though, these days. You imitate Daddy by walking around the house holding just about anything up to your ear, pretending like you are on the cell phone. The funny thing though, when anyone does talk to you on th e phone you shove it away like it is gonna bite. You say 'ah' for "no" in Arabic (which is la'ah) and point your finger at the same time, Just like mama and Daddy. You also say DaDa, and BaBa for daddy, not a bottle and on occasion, when pressed will say MaMa. I think you are trying to say gramma by saying NaNa sometimes. For Petie, you scream. When you see Grampa you scream because Petie is almost always with him. When you walk up to Grampas house you scream in the front window for Petie, and he knows it is you. You guys are great friends, kinda. You love him--He steers clear of you. You have met two new friends recently, Tavia and Jasmine, and we have been going swimming at grammas with them. You really didn't like the pool too much the first time you went in, and the second time you went--you fell asleep in your floatie thing, but by the third time you were pretty professional at it. You just don't like it when momma surprises you and dunks you under water real fast, and I can't blame you. I just don't want you to be scared of the water. Let me tell you a secret- Your Daddy can't swim to good. You need to swim better than that and mommy can, and she will teach you. Speaking of Daddy, he take s you out every night for a walk around the neighborhood. Tonight he told me that you are getting very famous around here. He says that the neighbors all wave at you when they pass by in their cars, or when you go by their houses. How can you not be famous as sweet as you are? Okay, it is very late, and momma wants to sleep. Just know, as I am sure you do, because I tell you every day a million times I love you baby.
Momma

You Live and Learn...

 So I am making my family a nutritious and wonderfully delicious dinner last night. That Baby is in the living room, being suspiciously quiet. You know the quiet that almost screams "Come look at me I am totally doing something I shouldn't be!" and sure enough, he was. I had a can of diet root beer on the end table. He got up on to the couch and decided he was parched and therefore needed a drink of said refreshment. This is the end result. I mean how can you even get upset at that? Sure my sofa is soaking wet with diet rootbeer, and my son looks as if he should be running around a trailer park with "Dueling Banjos" playing in the background but hey, you gotta cherish these childhood moments....RIGHT, RIGHT? Anywho, the boy is a joy. I am blessed.

Um, excuse me?

 I went to my friend Nelsys' House. She and I have discovered that Ayman has a thing for older women. She has two daughters, one is going to be three and the other will be ten. He loves looking at, and playing with Jasmine, the ten year old, but will hardly acknowledge the three year old, Tavia. In this picture, Ayman is using Nelsys' back to rest his butt while he pushes cars on her couch, because anyone who knows Ayman, knows:
HE LOVES WHEELS. Any wheels, any kind, on anything.
He had a lot of fun playing with the girls and is sufficiently pooped now. I am tempted not to give him a bath, but he is so tired, that might be just what he needs. Anyway, Thanks Nelsy for having us over, and Thanks to her husband Tavo, who did the great work on the car.
And, before I forget, Ayman hit a milestone. He sat down on the floor and ate an oreo cookie a bite at a time like a civilized human. No stuffing the entire thing in his mouth. It was an awesome sight.

That Baby Says "Da Da"

Of course He had a little prompting from Mama.
click here for cuteness!

Swimmin' with That Baby

 Ok, so he isn't exactly swimming. He fell asleep. He was very relaxed.
Oh, hey, sorry all, my posting has been sucking for a few weeks. My Dad gave me this awesome camera, a Kodak, with the printer dock and all and I have been having trouble with it. I can't install it for some reason, darnit. I have tried and tried (this am anyway) and am ready to throw it out the window. I am looking forward to spending some quality time on the phone with tech support tomorrow to figure out exactly what is going on, but until then I offer you this picture of my son and I at in the swimming pool at my moms. Enjoy.

The Garcias and the Rude Dude

 This is so cooool. My Aunt Cindy and Uncle James got to meet Billy Idol. They have only seen him in concert like, a million times. Seems like the years havem't been too bad to him....I am so happy for the two of them. Finally, Billy Idol got to meet my relatives!