Miss Hass's Happenings

Knot Tying

Maybe you've been wondering where I've been for the last little while. Perhaps you're thinking "That Miss Hass has sure slacked off in her bloggerly duties." It's also possible that you, like me, rely solely on Google Reader to tell you when someone has updated their blog and you haven't even noticed my absence.

Irregardless* of your level of attention to Miss Hass's Happenings, it's time to confess something. Miss Hass's Happenings will be undergoing a change in management structure on August 13. This will likely entail a change in blog name to something like 'Mrs. Hass-Bark's Happenings' or 'The Hass-Bark Happenings'.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen, Miss Hass is tying the knot. Let the questions begin!

*Yes, I know that's not a word. Yes, it's a joke. The rest of this post, however, is most definitely not a joke.

Flowering Trees

Flowers
Originally uploaded by Miss Hass

As happy as I am that summer is just around the corner, I was sad to see these flowers go.

Cuppy

Cuppy
Originally uploaded by Miss Hass

My friend's dog hates Greta, but loves the back of my couch.

Crazy

The end of the semester proved far more challenging than anticipated. And now it's the beginning of summer term. I have fairly grand intentions for this little blog...let's see if I can make them a reality.

Dogwoods

Dogwood 2
Originally uploaded by Miss Hass

Remember those pretty little green buds? They're dogwoods and they're beautiful.

Green Flowers

Cool tree
Originally uploaded by Miss Hass

I loved these flowers on the trees at my friends' house.

Sophie is a Cookie Monster

Sophie waiting for the dishwasher
Originally uploaded by Miss Hass

This little beast ate a dozen no-bake cookies last week. Without getting sick. Who does that!?

Fan

Fan
Originally uploaded by Miss Hass

When it's hot out, but not hot enough for air conditioning, THIS is the kind of fan I want.

Mostly dead. Not all dead, though, so that's promising.

It's the end of the semester. I am drowning in sound files, student essays, and trying not to have a panic attack about the 18-40 page paper I have to write by next Friday.

How many of you are in the same situation? How many of you are thrilled you'll never have to write another final paper again?

My Dad is an Alpaca

Remember when my dad came to visit? We went to eat Tibetan food for lunch one day and I, being the spectacular wuss about spicy food that I am, ordered mild food. My dad who, on the other hand, was apparently born with no sensitivity to heat, ordered the "Chef's Challenge". I took one bite of his food and pretty much thought my head would explode. My dad, however, ate it all without breaking a sweat.

Anyway. So I decided to tell this story in a discussion about food likes and dislikes. At the end I said, "And my dad ate all of it without batting an eyelash." And then I started laughing uncontrollably. "Why?" you might ask.

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Here's the thing. My dad has alopecia. He doesn't even have any eyelashes.