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…
Category: babble
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…
because it’s june…
The thermostat is off. The furnace sits inactive. Because it's June. But as I roll over in my bed and open my eyes to my sleepy morning the air slips between my sheets. Brushes against my body. A shiver. And the tiny bumps raise on my arms. My skin pulls tight and I wriggle further … Continue reading because it’s june…
that caller id is a bitch…
Remember the days before caller ID? When you could be all emo and sulky and really need to hear the sound of someones voice with no question and no explanation. You could just call them and hang up. Even after hearing that questioning. That longing sadness in their "Hello?". I settled into bed last night … Continue reading that caller id is a bitch…
words: sticks and stones…
Words are funny little things. From "I" to "Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilico-volcanoconiosis" each word has meaning alone and within the context it's used. Sometimes they're used to communicate information. Sometimes they're used to raise people up. Sometimes they're used to tear people down. Words can hurt. Sometimes those words get away from us. A joke is taken too … Continue reading words: sticks and stones…
everything breaks…
Sometimes it's the little things, you know? A new crack in your laptop case. The ice-cream scoop breaking apart as you're scraping up a spoonful. Your phone rebooting (or not booting) all on its own. Or maybe a giant hole in the thigh of your favorite tights. Yeah. My favorite tights are wrecked. Don't get … Continue reading everything breaks…
lifesaver -or- consumer whore cami loves her leatherman…
Roughly 15 years ago my roommate at the time, Dave, got a brand new Leatherman multi-tool. It was fancy. I'm not sure, but I think he wasn't happy with the old basic model he had knowing that the company had moved on to bigger and better things. I think it was a sign of geek … Continue reading lifesaver -or- consumer whore cami loves her leatherman…
drip drip drop…
The forecast of my childhood was mostly sunny. There was wind. And fog. And for the brief years I lived in Texas there were biblical storms, snakes falling from the sky, rain falling upward and thunder and lightening the likes of which I've not experienced since. The rain in Texas always stayed with me. Most … Continue reading drip drip drop…
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