moving tomorrow

i seriously couldn't be more thrilled and grateful to be moving back to asheville though all the chaos and disorder and fear that comes with moving do take a toll when you do it more times than years you have been alive and i am looking forward to staying happily in this next place for at least 15 months which is the lease length.

holden is so excited he's crapped twice on the floor.

after looking unsuccessfully for non-skid stair treads my fantastic roommate went to lowes and found a roll of gym floor matting and cut it in strips and holden will now tentatively go up and down the stairs by himself which is extremely promising since the new place has 4 staircases. it's a canine miracle! onward! forward march! westward ho!

hope

i don't want to get too excited and count unhatched chickens, but i think we're moving to back asheville next week.

this house in charlotte is going on the market and the realtor thinks it has a better chance of selling if the dogs and all my shit are out.

spent yesterday looking at 8 places all over asheville and went back to the first one at the end of the day and realized it was the best and went to the rental office and applied and she thinks it will be ready by the end of this week.

the house is very old and up on a hill and has a spectacular view of mountains to the west and is a mile and a half from downtown. it has a dog door into a fenced yard. it has a slanting funhouse staircase. it has high ceilings and clawfoot tubs and ancient glass windows and a weird layout with no bathrooms on the first floor.

i am really excited.


a half foot of snow fell here last weekend, and super trouper friends came down to visit from asheville and more friends braved the roads to come over for saturday night and we had a good old time full of gumbo and a mountain of minicornmuffins and many extra furry retrievers.

the insides of orchids are extremely pornographic.

oral hygiene survey

so, how often do you brush the roof of your mouth?

tar heels

went to the unc-wake forest game this week at the dean dome in chapel hill.
after a competitive first half, the good guys lost, by a lot. the heels looked smaller and less aggressive than the deacs, and have lost their last 3 games. everybody is injured, and if they're not injured, they're an undeveloped freshman.

they're still national champions for a few months but it's not looking good for a repeat performance. count this a building year.

brave man

went to the bobcats game last night - they slaughtered the suns. the crowd was blase considering how well they were playing, we decided it's hard to cheer for millionaires. at halftime they should let people in the upper deck move down, and fill in all the empty seats.

during halftime 100 people came out to jazzercise, 99 female.

jazzercise halftime

rustic martini

what the hell kind of name for a bar is that? it looks like a post office.

dog's nose front door

welcome wagon evidence

wrinkled sunrise

it's so cold the reservoir froze. i am very grateful to be in an insulated house with working heat and pipes that aren't bursting. not everybody is so lucky. i would like to eat a giant hot apple crumb cake and hibernate until april.

ebony and ivory and chocolate

there was a lady on 'the dog whisperer' last week, very uptight and botoxed and anxious with a spastic chihuahua and she was on the street with cesar and her dog, and another dog started walking up the sidewalk to them which was making her dog go berserk, and cesar asked the lady how she was feeling. and she said she didn't know. and he said if you don't know how you're feeling, look at yourself, and he swept his hand down in front of his chest indicating his powerful balanced upright wide tall stance, as opposed to her slouched, twisted, tight hunched shoulders and she looked down and understood and as soon as you see it you can start to fix it.

like michael jackson man in the mirror said, take a look at yourself and then make that chaaaaange

happy new year

ready to put the glory of 2009 to rest, and welcome 2010 with open everything

kisses from nacho

...and his bunny fur gullet