School has been back in session for a couple of weeks. I know 5 people with kids that have already gotten sick and, oh, what's that sound? And hark, do I hear the dulcet tones of of my charming child... oh.... No. That's not what I wanted to hear. That's a cough. And sniffling. And … Continue reading the germ factory is: open
Category: babble
I am…
I am figuring it all out. I am sitting at the table listening to a homework doing child do her best impression of Cookie Monster. I am trying to ignore the cat crying for attention. I am updating my iPhone as I type. I am thinking I should be starting dinner. I am sure I've … Continue reading I am…
let me tell you a story…
I know I know. I'm always telling you stories. Each post here contains some twisted bit of insight into my mind or life. These pages are riddled with stories. Tales I've felt compelled to tell. Things I've wanted to open up about. Moments I've felt needed to be shared with the world. Sometimes it's because … Continue reading let me tell you a story…
rinse cycle…
Today was back to school day for most of the Portland Metropolitan Area and the house of Kaos was no exception. So I got up early and knocked over a glass of water and stopped to clean it up. Sigh. Good start. Then I hopped in the shower and went about the business of getting … Continue reading rinse cycle…
the typewritten word…
There's something about the look of those stark black letters on white cotton paper being pulled from the typewriter. There's no way to duplicate it. You can't photocopy it and achieve the same effect. You can't use your computer because no font in the world can duplicate it. The indentation of the letters perfectly in … Continue reading the typewritten word…
a vapid post about my hair…
My hair babies. My hair my hair my hair has gotten long. Like... long. It's all past my shoulders and stuff. If I wait another month or two I could get away with the Lady Godiva long hair covering my private bits kind of thing. Hold your horses... I said I could. Not that I … Continue reading a vapid post about my hair…
derailed…
Some days don't really go the way you expect them to and despite our best efforts things get derailed. It happens with weeks, months, years and lifetimes too. It also happens with blog posts. Today was such a day in the land of Cami-blogging. I was writing a lovely post entitled "prints". It's a memory … Continue reading derailed…
turns…
Waking up this morning there was a chill in the air that was unexpected. August in Portland is drawing to a close and in my memory this is usually the very hottest time of the year here. Anything more than a tank top and skirt is unbearable if we go out in the heat so … Continue reading turns…
a technicality…
It's not yet midnight here on the West-coast. It's not even close to midnight actually. Prime time TV is still on. At least I think it is... they still call it prime time don't they? Hell I don't know. I don't watch TV, I have internets. Whatever. That's neither here nor there. What is both … Continue reading a technicality…
tea time…
I do not drink coffee. Yes. I did used to be a barista, thanks for remembering that. Yes, I did drink a lot of coffee stuffs when I was a barista... but not coffee. That's right. You read me right. I didn't even drink coffee then. And why would I when I could drink espresso? … Continue reading tea time…
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