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.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
made by different writers
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?
Sunday, April 26, 2009
farmers market
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!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
watch dogs
using the automated mailing machine at the post office on sunday while two little buddies kept a lookout.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
creek (april 2009)
either way, it's refreshing to see everything green and flowing.
Share Away :
dried up creek (august 2008)
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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.
Monday, April 13, 2009
My Vacation (4th grade)
i guess i never liked that first "r" in febuary.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
UNCA - walking the labyrinth
graffiti on top of the sign reads:
Meditation = listening to your mind and not a sign