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…
held captive in dark comedy…
Cut in on our hapless heroine. Curled up in bed furiously typing with her thumbs on the illuminated screen of her phone. The room is dark but from the glow at the edge of the black curtains we can see morning light penetrating her dim purgatory. Her bedroom acts as a holding cell keeping her … Continue reading held captive in dark comedy…
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…
a tale of two kitties…
While one cat curls up sound asleep at the foot of my daughter's bed enjoying the warmth of the heater and the quiet sound of her breath the other is running the length of the house and back in the blink of an eye. He weighs all of five pounds but manages to produce the … Continue reading a tale of two kitties…
I say the darndest things…
As parent who works full time from home my workday shouldn't be greatly disrupted by my tween being home sick from school, none the less I catch myself saying some of the darndest things while trying to focus on work while she's around... Please put David Tennant down, I can't concentrate on work when you're … Continue reading I say the darndest things…
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…
even in my dreams…
I glanced down at the screen on my iPhone and noticed someone had changed my lock screen. Instead of an adorable picture of my kid and our cat or a sappy kissy-face picture of my boyfriend and me there was a mogwai with an animated caption reading "gremlin elevator". As I noticed the stairs ahead … Continue reading even in my dreams…
finding words where there aren’t any…
I don't mourn well. I don't know what to do with my hands. If I should say something or remain silent. If it's okay to laugh at a joke. I don't know what to do with myself amidst a heavy cloud of grief. Should I just let the tide wash over me and carry me … Continue reading finding words where there aren’t any…
where I learn something new…
Sunday night at 5:00pm and I sit on my sofa travel weary from the shortest trip - but bursting with information, processing the experience that was my weekend. Not a typical weekend for me, for sure, but one that will be more common in the coming months. The weekend was long. Confusing. Brilliant. Fun. Educational. … Continue reading where I learn something new…
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