foggy backroad

foggy backroad, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

the truth is you don't want to hear my stories, you want me to ask you about the best parts of yours.

happy mother's day!

may all you lovely ladies who care for younger beings be pampered and appreciated all day today! mothers make the world go round! holden & nacho just gave me a gift card to the carwash where i can finally vacuum the mounds of dog fur out of the trunk carpet - score!

deep thoughts

it would be cool if you could run something like a wire or heating element through the center of a corn cob and heat it up and pop the corn from the inside. i wonder if it would pop off or stay attached.

big easy

new orleans was awesome, i had a stellar birthday weekend. the city is way more beautiful and cleaner than i'd imagined. many buildings are from the 1700s and have so much character. jazzfest was super, the food was super, everything was easy.

thousands of words:

the stranger on my right completely hogging my legroom

jama jama (spinach), fried plantains, chicken fricassee, hot sauce from jazzfest fairgrounds




doc watson has workingman's blues




franky & johnny's gumbo = super great




new mastersounds + dj logic = show started @3 AM incredibly high energy funkfest



north carolina's nice too.

a few more photos from new orleans here - http://flickr.com/photos/skippyhaha/sets/72157617688726428/

also i got a speeding ticket on my birthday going 80 in a 70 in mcdowell county. the lord giveth and the lord taketh away.

huge pink

huge pink, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

i just had awesome dinner with two fantastic friends, tomorrow i'm going to new orleans for jazz fest, all's well and i am highly grateful.

made by different writers

different writers, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

my birthday is coming up, and i've gotten some very nice cards in the mail. i am pretty sure my mother thinks my birthday is today, since today was my due date.
i find it amazing that my aunt jojo and my mom have almost identical handwriting. they are both very neat and classically beautiful letter-formers. their other sister writes nothing like this, and neither do/did their parents.
is penmanship nature or nurture?

farmers market

farmers market, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

this weekend has been excellent. other than when there were 5 dogs in the backyard and holden the mad scavenger took the opportunity to sneak off and run away down the street. i walked down yelling his name and a guy came on his stoop and said "black dog?" i said "YES!" he said "eating the compost in back?" i said "YES!"

please take a second and wish my mom luck in her bridge tournament today. she won a big tournament last week, in her own words:

"It was a regional tournament at the Sheraton in Smithtown, We won one of the bracketed (handicappped) knock-out competitions. It was so much fun. Will play again all day Sunday in a Swiss team event."

go bridgemaster joycie!

eating spotted dick

i just had to eat cold spotted dick for work.

it wasn't so bad.

watch dogs

watchful, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

using the automated mailing machine at the post office on sunday while two little buddies kept a lookout.

creek (april 2009)

creek, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

after the rain of the last couple months, asheville has pulled itself out of its 2 year drought. they're warning the summer will be hot and very dry but i'm hoping they don't know what they're talking about.

either way, it's refreshing to see everything green and flowing.

dried up creek (august 2008)

dried up creek, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent

yes she makes that audience rock.

"i dreamed a dream" from les miserables

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame.

And still
I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather...

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
so different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.