My life for the past few years has been a tale of the carefully redacted. There are those who share all and damn anyone who doesn't want to be written about - and I get that. It's your life too, get it out there. But something I said years ago has really stuck with me. The … Continue reading a mother’s tale…
Category: babble
once upon a time – or – dear santa…
Once upon a time (4 years ago) while at a giant chain store looking for something super important (I have no recollection of what that item may have been) we stumbled upon the sunglass section. There were hundreds of frames. Big. Small. Medium. Dull. Bright. Blue. Black. Yellow. Silver. Gold. Red. Purple. Rainbow. I'm sure … Continue reading once upon a time – or – dear santa…
perfect pants…
I hate shopping. I hate shopping. I greatly prefer sipping coffee to shopping. I never think "this would be a great day to try on pants!" My bestie is a crazy shopoholic. Given the above facts one would think it unlikely I would spend my day off shopping, but item five sometimes outweighs items one … Continue reading perfect pants…
dyeing hurts…
Call it what you will, vanity, existential crisis, rebellion, or something else all together but I've been dyeing my hair for the past 22 years. I started life out with stick straight white blond hair but by the time I was 15 (the last time I saw my natural hair at any length greater than … Continue reading dyeing hurts…
looking a clothes horse in the mouth…
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I know the old idiom. And really, I get it. And I don't. Hi there, here's me being incredibly thankful for all the gifts handed to me in this life. But a clothes horse? That's another matter entirely. I have a lot of clothes, but I wear … Continue reading looking a clothes horse in the mouth…
a weekend by any other name…
Well hello, weekend, if that is your real name. It feels like it's been such a long time since we've had an earnest little chat. That's probably my fault. I've been too busy trying to keep with all the crazy shit the week throws at me in order to give you the attention you deserve. … Continue reading a weekend by any other name…
all I wanted was a cup of coffee…
You know that foggy fuzzy state your brain can succumb to when you've been on the go for weeks on end. Traveling, working, family issues, cat hairballs. These things can make the most collected person tired. I would go so far as to say zombie-like. This was just the case yesterday morning when I finally … Continue reading all I wanted was a cup of coffee…
run, cami, run…
Those of you who know me know I am not a runner. Hell, those of you who don't know me probably know I'm not a runner. Like many, I have often been known to say that I wouldn't run unless there was a bear or a zombie chasing me. If a zombie bear were to … Continue reading run, cami, run…
the long lost art of car horn etiquette…
There are some things that I just find rude. Honking, out of context, is one of them. That car horn is there for when you're on the road and you need to audibly notify drivers or pedestrians of something in your surrounding area. It can signal something like "Oh no my brakes are out and … Continue reading the long lost art of car horn etiquette…
yelling at trucks…
Late this morning as I was walking to my favorite local coffee shop for a workish meeting and a ridiculously good iced mocha a guy driving down the street in a landscaping truck sneezed loudly three times. I turned away from my phone (on which I was chatting while I strolled) and yelled "BLESS YOU!" … Continue reading yelling at trucks…
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