Saturday, November 15, 2008
tar heels opening day
there's a great article - "Depleted Tar Heels Ready For Opener( Carolina could be without four of its seniors on Saturday)"- about UNC's injury problems, which quotes Roy Williams telling the team: 'quit being a bunch of little wimps.'
Friday, November 14, 2008
santa barbara tea fire
there's a wild fire raging in the hills above santa barbara, since last evening. our friend sh32, aka phil, lives exactly right in the middle of it.
i heard that the eucalyptus and palm trees in the area are literally exploding when the oil inside them gets too hot - and that sends flying more flaming shrapnel.
so join me in sending phil some good thoughts and keep your paws crossed that his house survives.
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i heard that the eucalyptus and palm trees in the area are literally exploding when the oil inside them gets too hot - and that sends flying more flaming shrapnel.
so join me in sending phil some good thoughts and keep your paws crossed that his house survives.
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
asheville airport
asheville, originally uploaded by skippy haha.
flying out of these mountains for a weekend in the isle of long. first stop, america's finest city- newark new jersey.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
arctic tiki hut
ice tiki hut, originally uploaded by skippy haha.
having a bedtime, i remember being awake in bed a lot growing up. i hung upside down over the edge of the bed and would imagine an alternate universe where everybody was barbie-sized and would use the fans and lights and molding and tiles on the ceiling as ball rooms and tiki huts.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
the civic center
the civic center, originally uploaded by skippy haha.
this is a 45 minute walk from my house, up paths paved for cars, though we could count on one hand the cars we saw.
a view of the north end of downtown asheville from the east.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
scenic roots show tonight
brian's band scenic roots will be rocking the door off the garage tonight.
they were possibly going to play some seger (NIGHT MOVES!), but there wasn't enough time to learn it all.
they were possibly going to play some seger (NIGHT MOVES!), but there wasn't enough time to learn it all.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
holden health saga - part a million
i walked into my bedroom and holden was sitting next to the laundry basket, looking at it and repeatedly swallowing.
he looked suspicious.
i looked in the laundry basket and saw only one sock of a pair of thick knee socks.
i freaked the hell out.
stamping my feet, crying, hand wringing, yelling at holden "WHY! GODDAMN IT! YOU FUCKING DOG! THIS IS IT!"
i have a broken CD alarm clock that for some reason goes off every day at noon and midnight (since daylight savings it's 11am and 11pm) and plays the josh phillips folk festival CD in there, which is an upbeat, soulful CD. i yelled at the clock, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" and punched it off.
i pried open his teeth and stuck my hand as far down his throat as it would go.
i turned the laundry basket upside down looking for the other sock.
i thought about waiting to see if he would throw it up, or he would poop it out, but then i started thinking if i wait longer than 2 hours and it moved into his intestines, it could get stuck in the kinks where he's had 2 surgeries in the past, and would require another risky surgery for thousands of doghairs.
so i called the vet to see about the shot to make him throw up. i was crying & said i can't take it anymore, i have spent close to $10,000 on him this year. if he needs surgery, i can't do it.
i brought him in and they x-rayed him, saw the sock in his stomach, and gave him a shot of amorphine to make him throw it up.
now he's back home, on the dog bed resting and slightly gagging, and i'm right next to him slightly gagging too.
he looked suspicious.
i looked in the laundry basket and saw only one sock of a pair of thick knee socks.
i freaked the hell out.
stamping my feet, crying, hand wringing, yelling at holden "WHY! GODDAMN IT! YOU FUCKING DOG! THIS IS IT!"
i have a broken CD alarm clock that for some reason goes off every day at noon and midnight (since daylight savings it's 11am and 11pm) and plays the josh phillips folk festival CD in there, which is an upbeat, soulful CD. i yelled at the clock, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" and punched it off.
i pried open his teeth and stuck my hand as far down his throat as it would go.
i turned the laundry basket upside down looking for the other sock.
i thought about waiting to see if he would throw it up, or he would poop it out, but then i started thinking if i wait longer than 2 hours and it moved into his intestines, it could get stuck in the kinks where he's had 2 surgeries in the past, and would require another risky surgery for thousands of doghairs.
so i called the vet to see about the shot to make him throw up. i was crying & said i can't take it anymore, i have spent close to $10,000 on him this year. if he needs surgery, i can't do it.
i brought him in and they x-rayed him, saw the sock in his stomach, and gave him a shot of amorphine to make him throw it up.
now he's back home, on the dog bed resting and slightly gagging, and i'm right next to him slightly gagging too.
kisses for the president
kisses for the president, originally uploaded by skippy haha.
i said 'give the president kisses' and they do this.
has nothing to do with putting peanut butter on obama's ears.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
cautious optimism
tick
tock
tick
tock
can't wait to see if we get to CHANGE or not
i volunteered last night at the local obama office with my friend michelle. they sent us to candler's finest trailer parks to hang obama signs printed with the hours and voting locations on a few very specific doors.
we knocked every time, but only one man opened up after burping heartily and told us his wife was going to vote today.
so there's that.
tock
tick
tock
can't wait to see if we get to CHANGE or not
i volunteered last night at the local obama office with my friend michelle. they sent us to candler's finest trailer parks to hang obama signs printed with the hours and voting locations on a few very specific doors.
we knocked every time, but only one man opened up after burping heartily and told us his wife was going to vote today.
so there's that.
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