Gabe's graduation

The horn poytails are veary symbolic of her behavior during graduation. Handsom lil man Gabe posing with Principal Winn, (apparently this isn't a point and shoot camera!)

Gabe receiving his graduation certificate! Priceless shot

Gabe had to say the "B" verse. He knows 80% of the alphabet verses. He's so smart. Ask him a letter verse and if he proudly knows it he'll say it, if he doesn't know he'll ask you for another letter.

His kindergarten buddies...all equally as nutty. This shot a miracle

Another miracle!

Gabe is officially out of Kindergarten. On to bigger and better grades. My camera has a 3 second delay, so the picture I intended to shoot was actually delayed. Ideally these should be better, because the picture I got, was not what I aimed for, such as life huh?

BUSTED!

I am so embarrassed!I thought I was being sneaky hiding out in my silver rental van and watching her from the tinted windows. She wouldn't return my phone calls for like 2 days... I was a bit peeved, but the alcohol really calmed my irrational emotions. Good thing I was parked, because by the time she got out of that store I was 2 sheets to the wind.
You're probably thinking, why are you stalking your sister? But the real question is, why not? WHo better ya know? I really didn't think she'd see me. When I'm at Target, I usually get stuck in that "Target vortex" and can't see anything but my tile, isle, and dollar signs. Oh well. The security gaurds were nice though, really understanding. The weirdest thing about the whole ordeal was she called me on her way home, so I stopped following her immediately and we had a wonderful conversation. The man costume must have really thrown her off my lead.

(folks, this is a total fabrication, but if you read her comment section I have you know I called the police on the gathering of suspected terrorists cuz mom was too scared so nice try jammajamma. Link)

We've got a brother?

Brothers don't shakle hands,...

Brothers gotta hug!

I've got a brother! Come on brother!

Attention all Readers

YEah it's my birthday coming up... I know, most of you were going to just wish me a belated happy birthday... but this year things are different, Urgent, I dare say.

So my favorite body spray and lotion is now leaving the planet, this discontinuation is terribly disturbing, so I need all of you to go out and buy me this for my birthday.

YOu can only get it at the GAP outlet! I know outlets, yuck, but for real folks, it's the only scent that actually goes with my body chemistry. Not only does it smell natural, but naturally delicious as well. Gabe always says, "Mom, I like that stink, WHat is it?"

When I can make a 6 year old's head turn, I've got something going for me

So hey, please go out and buy me this for my birthday, or consider it a donation to me which will continue giving for years to come ...

Dream (good, but not the best)

So Pink (my personal fav)

HEaven (not what I pictured Heaven to smell like, but it's nice)

And that's why you should not get pregnant

Folks, we need an immediate INTERVENTION. Pregnancy has caused Nara to go crazy. At first I thought it was just mindless, harmless blathering, and then it turned into spouting random phrases like" you're making me hot, just talking to you", but now this?
This is definitely a phychosis.
We will have to schedule some time on A & E's Intervention, which may not be suitable for young viewers, this will make for some good evening drama. There's nothing like pregnancy hormones to really set off some fits of rage.
Poor nara's gone straight crazy.Or is she crazy striaght?!

A very pretty lawn

Another set back to Joe being temporarily handicapped, I have to MOW the lawn.

This shouldn't be a problem, we've got good mowing genes, thanks to dad.

Alas, all was well, the lawn and I have never looked prettier!

I took charge of that crazy, over-grown grass and I beautified it to relflect the color, depth, texture, and and prettiness of Moi!

I wish you could enjoy the lawn as much as it has enjoyed me mowing it!


Even my 10 year old Gap under-alls (another pair of "good jeans") thanked me for wearing them while mowing...
Life is good in the big MO, grass and all...

Yavah's 2 year of bliss

AVA had her party, and it was huge hit. Many babies met their new mom, and mom received a new stroller, which trumped all of the other presents... (until the kitchen gets pulled out of the box). All outfits for Ava were provided by Grandma Jan and Target, hairstylist and make-up provided by momma LaShay.

She picked out the stroller herself at Shake Your Parents Pants Outs, the toy chain, but mom was too cheap to buy the $8 toy. Low and Behold Mr. Jamal & Ms. Lisa bought one with the matching baby! To the victor goes the spoil, she loved the stroller and all her babies get to be pushed around where ever she goes, no charge!

I'm such a sucker

Why do they make the inside of pants pretty?

I've had a lot of time to think lately due to our weekly state testing. One thought I had was why are my pants pretty on the outside, and prettier on the inside? It's not like they were made like a reversible jacket... It's not like I can turn it inside out when I want to change up my look.

Hey, I think this is one more way that Asians have planned to prove how dumb Americans are.

MY mind created a scenario that went a bit like this: Factory master genius decided to make the inside prettier to boost sales. His factory fired him due to his dumb idea, stating that sales will not boost, and precious materials and time will be lost due to a dumb idea, believing that AMericans won't buy pants that are prettier on the inside than on the outside. "It will never work. You're fired"

ALong comes synical factory owner who loves Crouching TIger Hidden Dragon movies and hires the factory master genius soley for his idea. They contrive a plan to make millions of pants, pretty on the outside, prettier on the inside, knowing silly AMericans will buy those pants, opposed to the pants that are uglier on the inside.

And so goes my intilectual insult. I bought them, hook line and sinker, pretty-on-the-outside-,- prettier- on-the-inside- pants.

I'm such a sucker! SIlly Asians, you're good, really good!

2 years of tolerated bliss

As much as I love this little spit ball, she sure does get the best of me. Here are 2 years in review.

She is getting so smart and lively. her favorite thing to do is call out "mommy" until I go temporarily insane. Her record is 20 time in a row so far, I almost snapped.

Terms of Endearment

Dear Naar BEar:

I just wanted to let you know, that I forgot my cell phone today at home. I was rushing out of the house to try and get to work on time, and I left it on the charger. I didn't realize how fast the juice runs out when you call people and let the thing just ring and ring, then wait for a call back. So there it sits, still charging. Only T-Mobile know just how long it takes to refresh that battery. (sigh)

So, I just wanted to let you know that I would call you but I can't. I'm at work thinking to myself, now would be a good time to call my big sis, but I can't (Chuckle out loud). We could talk and laugh and I just can't. Since I can't call, I'll write. So here I am writing (big sigh). I guess I'd rather talk since I'm at work and filling out that grant application for my poor students just sounds so blah, ya know. So here I sit writing ( big big sigh).

I mean a good ol fashion letter is a thing of the past now that we have e-mail and cell phones, but my cell phone is charging right now, and I guess a letter was just the perfect way for me to say hey.

So HEy (another audible chuckle)!

Oh yeah, I read your blog, you're so silly. Only you could be so silly. I'd call to tell you that myself, but my cell phone is charging.

Hey, I know. I'll call you when I get home because then my cell might be fully charged and we can wear that thing down one more time. Then maybe I'll write you another letter. What a vicious cycle I'm creating (cackle)

I'll call you later.

Bye,

LaShay

Can do--Can't do

I'm sitting here starring at my students because that's what I am suppose to do during testing (a.k.a typing and surfing net). My new school dist. gives the students food and water during testing to spark brain activity...
Nice hook up for the LaShay
I'm staring at a student who has her head covered and I see her reading the package of her fruit snacks, I realize that she is looking for evidence of pork. Apparently, there may be prok resi in a bag of fruit snacks, because they sit unopened on her desk. Bonus, more food for me.
Another student told me she can't pray today, I inquired, she said because she's dirty right now....
I flipped out, I said you are not dirty because your body is functining and doing what it is designed to do... she agreed but said that is just was the way it is...
2 other students piped in and said that they were dirty and that they can't do a lot of things because of this fact. I asked, "is there any thing a man can do that would make him dirty and keep him from prayer?" They said no.
I said then it was rubbinsh. They can smoke weed, beat a woman, rape a woman, fornicate, knock up several women and still not be kept from prayer. Apparently so!
Needless to say I was irate: I made a public notice in my class that regardless of what goes on in their household, they will never be seen as unequal or dirty in my classroom.

This fell on deaf ears as they began to argue that men were more valuable as a whole.
I stopped the arguing immediately and said , not in my class!

Rules, rules, rules, that's all they have, demeaning, worthless, rules. The can-do and can't-do is endless and it only leads to more man-made rules. And the only reseult is a feeling of complete worthlessness for all who believe and follow the same and sometimes different endless, pointless rules.
People, I live in complete freedom. Not even my own stupidity and aimlessness at times can keep me from this innate, internal, and eternal freedom.
The very reason why these girls are told they are dirty (because of blood) is the very reason I am free (BECASUE OF HIS BLOOD). Jesus blood has never held me down, put me in a box, or demeaned me.
COMPLETE FREEDOM!
I have a can-do attitude today, and I can eat any kind of fowl creature i want. My gas may be bad, but it can't defile me. I don't have to cover my self, becasue if my beauty causes you to stumble, good for me, bad for you. "this why I'm hot, you ain't cuz you not." (please refer to actual retarded rap lyrics http://http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/lyric/131227/MIMS+-+This+is+why+I), I Can pray when ever I feel like cuz Jesus operates by the "open door" policy (please refer to Matthew http://http://www.biblelookup.com/cgi-bin/pbible.pl?maxhits=10&mode=context&corpus=nt&from=&to=&step=5&searchstring=ask&version=rsv&searchtype=find&boolop=exact&subs=+Next++%3E). MY RANT IS DONE

She's eating the fruit snacks... apaprently it's prok-free. Let's hope for her and the rule's sake.

Response to Naar Bear's lime light

In all fairness and love, I felt like I needed to respond and pretend that she could read my thoughts... I may sound funnier in my head, but it's still worth some ink and eye time.

her initial response blue, mine red
Naarah N Hanson
1. FULL NAME- Naarah Nethanieh
2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No
3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Tuesday after being so angry at Jason for leaving a tee shirt on the counter for more than 24 hours. Come on folks, I have 5 weeks left in this pregnancy. Crazy , not just pregnancy
4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Yes. It is really pretty
5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Roast beef yumm beef
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WHO WOULD YOU BE? Are you kidding? I rock…but if it had to be anyone, it would be Esther They always want to be a Princess, not a servant or a commoner!
7. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Yes, these days we call it a blog Techy snobery
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Nope-gone at first grade
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No way! jumping out of her car, is very similar to bungee jumping.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Life
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Yes more like unvelcros
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I not only think I am, I know I am. very indecisive, signs of weakness folks
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Vanilla boring
14. Shoe size? 6.5 (size midget)
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Cankles (copy cat, but I can't say anything, because I'm too busy empathizing)
17.WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My sisters-everyday, every minute. Why fon't you answer you phone then?
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK? No She actually does, she keeps track of her incoming personal mail, and then talleyies up her wam fuzzies at the end of the day!
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Dark blue denim and camel colored sling backs (homo say what?)
20. LAST THING YOU ATE? Wheat fig newton (they're not a cookie)
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Some Christian talk show pitting an atheist and his wife against two local preachers against each other. Fight! Fight! IN good ol Easter spirit
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Mid Night Blue Dark like her heart!
23. FAVORITE SMELL? New books gay
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Some guy who wanted to know if he got the job or not. Snore. gayer
25. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Nose gayest
26. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yes quality response no retort
27. FAVORITE DRINK? Water w/ lemon-at least right now
28. FAVORITE SPORT? Wow, I am good at so many. Um, watching or playing? I am no good at doing either. proof of a short attention span, didn't even respond to the question, also proof of narcissism.
29. EYE COLOR? Brown similar to poop
30. HAT SIZE? Stalking caps come “one size fits all”
31. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yes
32. FAVORITE FOOD? Salads right now, but when not pregnant I really enjoy Asian foods Asians' food is good enough but not their driving, so condescending!
33. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I can’t even sit through movies anymore. Ditto
34. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Peach What is this flash back to the 80's who wears Peach? (I do all the time)
35. SUMMER OR WINTER? summer
36. HUGS OR KISSES? Yuck She prefers slapping
37. FAVORITE DESSERT? Brownie Yummy
39. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Dennis
40. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Fight for Jerusalem By Dore Gold
41. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Don’t have one Another jab at non-techy individuals
42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? America’s Next Top Model and a Poker Tournament GAy to the 3rd power, please refer to "I just got Dumber" blog
43. FAVORITE SOUNDS? GG talking to herself bloviating is what ORiely refers to uit as...
44. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Um, neither.
45. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? Costa Rica
46. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? Making up words that is striaght redonculous and exazurbated!
47. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Albany,MN (nowheresville)
48. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?La-Shay hotty from midwest, recognize

Dang birds and their tra la la nature!

When you buy a house in the quasi-forrest area of MO, the birds come with the house.

Now, I will be the first to admit that I love birds, yes I do. But apparnetly, I have never had birds for neighbors, or shall I say sqautters

These sorry singers keep me up all day long when I'm trying to nap, then they have the nerve to wake me at the buttcrack of the morning.

This is God's way of getting my prayers answered. I made a simple request to get up earlier, but when I stay up too late reading or watching embarassing mind-numbing cable, I do not welcome the dawn with excitement and glee.

A genius would say "close your windows", but its much too hot to sleep and too refreshing to keep the windows open for that fresh clean air. What is worse is that all of my bedroom windows have tall trees starrng inside. Cursed birds with their loud sqauking and chirping. tra la la, oh look I'm a bird in your window, cheep hoot cheep! Mary Poppins can kiss my grits with her duet with the birds, she apparently is an early riser. And why is it the high pitched ones that perch their feathery butts up high on the trees to sing in my window.

CURSED BIRDS, Joe get the chain saw!

Awkward 101

It has actually happened folks!

I received a butt slap at work today. I'mm not sure what warrented it or how to explain it, except, I feel a bit dirty, way awkward!

The slap came from a 50 year old-menopausal fellow co-worker. We were just talking casual "co- worker talk", ya know "can't wait for the weekend", "Spring Break won't come soon enough", "I need to work out", "can't seem to shed the pounds..." I hand her a folder of a fun game I play with my kids to review vocab words, and she thanks me and as I turn to walk away, KAPOW, I recieve a butt slap, and the worst part is, it stung.

So I ask you, accident that I let go and just feel gross about? or Issue that needs to be address?

She is after all a close talker, merely inches from the ol eye balls.

Way friendly to everyone however, I don't get special attention.

I think I will wear a pillow in my pants tomorrow for the following reasons: A- so it doesn't sting if it happens again, b- so maybe I won't feel it at all if it happens again, as well as C- to commemorate JLo's birthday and attract more black men.

I'm going to shower now!

Aunty

This is a blog a long time comin but AUnty Jada came to see us. She had so much fun with us. It was like having a second me around, but this me talked A WHOLE HECK OF ALOT! Anywho, it was good times. We went to historical downtown Parkville and shopped, I watched her shop on a time limit.
We cooked almost everynight.

We watched the kids do cute kid stuff.

They went outside to play in the MO snow and warmth.

We had a blast.