Before & After

The living room before the Haraden's show up.





Our bedroom as a result of a prepared toddler bedroom:


Toddler bedroom ( Connor for now. Is a 4 year old a "toddler"?).



To be added later... The living room after the Haraden's show up...



My favorite living room occupants!!! Sooooo messy!!!! :)

If Buster were a baby..

1) He would be called "Daddy's boy".

2) He would need to wear a helmet because he only lays on his left side.

3) He would be considered a "good" baby....mild tempered, easy to take care of.

4) His stranger anxiety stage would seem very long.

That is all. I am glad that Buster is not a baby.

Flash G is bored.

Does this remind you of anyone?

NEWS FLASH!!!!!

Uncle David has a CELL PHONE!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!! Hahahahahahahahohhhhhhhhhhh Uncle DAVID!!!! There is hope for all of humanity!!!!

Dan just got home.

Dan picking up a crazy- assed toy poodle barking a greeting to his favorite person in the whole world. " Do you smell Bub Buster?". ( Bub is David's dog.). After Dan gives me a kiss...

" We found something kind of interesting up there. On the end of a culvert by the shack there was a big pile of shit.

ME thinking...shit? human shit? cow shit? horse shit?

it looked like grouse shit, but longer (shows me with his fingers)
ME thinking...a shovel full of odd looking shit that someone dropped at the end of a culvert on the road just for fun?... where is this going?

We figured that a porcupine must be living in that culvert. We saw other porcupine sign
ME thinking...porcupine sign... quills?

Yeah. One side of the culvert had a big pile of shit , the other side just a little. End of discussion.

Dan, "you know Franklin couldn't go. He usually goes. He just had that hernia operation"


" Buster would have been fine up there. We took a walk in the afternoon & he would have been great. "


Dan holding little Buster up by the paws looking into his eyes " Were you like a wood tick on your Mom? "

What a difference a year makes.

I sure hope next year is half as nice as this year. I can't believe that I can give an assignment & the kids will do it without me having to breathe down their necks like a troll holding a club.

I've been able o trust them like this ALL year & it wasn't until MAY last year when I realized I could relax!!!

I'm teaching summer school for the first time this summer. I wonder what that will be like.

Dan went to the deer shack with uncle David. He won't be back until Saturday. Buster is in his crate right now & I wonder how he is doing.

I haven't sent any paper work to Media for next year yet & that makes me nervous. I like to be ahead. I also have a little more ordering of science equipment to do yet. I have everything ordered for Science Club though & I feel good about that.

I have to go to North to meet with another teacher regarding leveled readers we ordered this winter. I think someone f'ed up the distribution of books. She hasn't even opened her boxes up yet. I hate cluster fucks and may have to let this one go or I will go stark raving mad.

Later,

Flash.

"Ode to my Cloaca" a poem by FlashG.

A poem by FlashG..... posted on Facebook Spring 2006.

My cloaca my cloaca
i have but one cloaca.

I poop, i pee, i even welcome thee
through my cloaca my cloaca.

I thought I'd share my cloaca
just for your for sake- a.

thank you very much
M

ps. It is a true wonder that my kids have not blocked me from Facebook!!!!!