Today was a should have day. A would have day. When I drifted off to sleep last night there were two sets of plans in my head. My mind turned them each over and over reviewing and revising what needed to occur for both Plan A and Plan B until the possibilities for both had … Continue reading drip tease…
Category: babble
note to self…
No, Cami, you're not dying. Nor do you have some strange illness. You simply ate a lot of beets. Stop freaking out every time you pee. (this, my friends, is what passes for blog fodder around here)
miss manners should tackle facebook…
When I was younger I thought I'd be living the life of the Jetson family by now. I pictured living in my high (high high high) rise condo with flying cars and a robot maid to do my dishes, laundry and clean the floors. Yeah, even then I knew I'd hate cleaning floors. As a … Continue reading miss manners should tackle facebook…
the perfect night…
I have big plans for tonight. Big plans. Huge. On the scale of plan greatness the plans I have could be considered epic. That isn't to say they can't be improved. As a matter of fact I have a few things in mind that would make my evening epic squared. It could go from being … Continue reading the perfect night…
hiding at WordCamp making words and stuff…
I've spent the weekend at WordCamp Portland. You know... with the wordy people. But it seemed strange to be here and not be blogging about it so while others poured into sessions I opted to pull up a patch of floor in the hallway and hide to write this post. At this point I should … Continue reading hiding at WordCamp making words and stuff…
tale of a (temporarily) stay at home mom…
I bought a mop. I needed a mop. I went to the store for a mop and I bought one. And some hair dye, it was on the list too. A mop and hair dye because a girl has to have her priorities. I've been hiding in a little box for over a year, tucked … Continue reading tale of a (temporarily) stay at home mom…
and I’m still cleaning sand out of my ears…
Over the weekend we headed to the beach for one last fling before the school year begins. A chance to celebrate and say goodbye to summer. Just another day at the beach. Until. I found myself buried in the sand. First to my chest. Then over my arms. Over my shoulders. Sand packed around my … Continue reading and I’m still cleaning sand out of my ears…
someone call the wambulance…
Born and raised in California and then Texas you'd think I'd be used to a little heat and a dash of humidity... Well no. I'm not. I'm a spoiled Oregonian. I listen year round as other Oregonians (natives and transplants alike) whine and complain about the rain, the clouds and the cool air, and then … Continue reading someone call the wambulance…
next stop please…
Riding on the bus this morning, minding my own business, reading from my phone, I heard a thud. A rolling sound. And I looked down to see a sippy cup was rolling toward me. Just as it was about to strike my boot I plucked it up, and smiling, reached back and across the isle … Continue reading next stop please…
still red…
I washed my face that night. I took out my contacts, brushed my teeth and washed my face before I crawled into bed. But the night still left its mark on me. Sometimes things go right. They go so incredibly right that you float through the moments, minutes, hours and suddenly find that you're out … Continue reading still red…
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