My dad's birthday is coming up - less than a month away. As it's his first birthday in Portland, and the first birthday on which I'll have the chance to see him in more than 15 years, I wanted to do something special. I'd been racking my brain trying to come up with it and Sunday … Continue reading like father, not like daughter…
burble bring ring…
I'm notoriously hard on my electronics. I put them through hell and back with a detour to the Sahara which was rerouted through the Lost City of Atlantis. Some of my more memorable accomplishments include: Leaving my digital camera loose in my purse then setting it on the floor of the car to get stomped on. … Continue reading burble bring ring…
apparently I’ve reached an age…
I was born shortly after 8am on a Tuesday morning. By all accounts it was a quick and easy birth. I was a little early, but nothing at all to worry about and my parents were in the hospital less than an hour before I came quietly into the world. Oh, for all I know … Continue reading apparently I’ve reached an age…
ghosts of blog posts past: knowing…
In an attempt to clean things up I'm once again going through the posts that, for some reason, were never posted. Some of them are little stories, specific incidents, brief trains of thought. Others, like the one below from December last year, are like a long form vague tweet that months later not even I … Continue reading ghosts of blog posts past: knowing…
a lesson learned at comic con…
There are a lot of things one might expect to see, to do, and to learn at a comic con. Largely I believed they were about comics, horror, super heroes, sci-fi, or the human capacity to endure having their toes stepped on and torso bumped into in a crowd. I expected to see super heros, … Continue reading a lesson learned at comic con…
proof that we do, in fact, live in the future…
Like most people I'm not a fan of waking up to the sound of a buzzing, ringing, or beeping alarm clock, but still those damn things are so very much a part of our lives. I remember as a kid winding my pale pink bell alarm clock each night. Checking to ensure it hadn't wound … Continue reading proof that we do, in fact, live in the future…
chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the real job
"You don't know how lucky you are that you don't have a real job." Excuse me? What? Huh? I never know exactly how to respond to comments like that because, fuck you. I get that the speaker is trying to be nice. Is trying to be complimentary. And is quite often envious of the fact … Continue reading chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the real job
chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the sick day
Whether caused by the ever rising tide of stress or the latest bug brought home via the germ factory from which your child receives an education there are days when you wake up and you feel like shit. Enter today. I'm a delicate little thing, really and truly. I can and have played through the … Continue reading chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the sick day
chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the late start day
The late start day. It's a problem just for parents, but not unique to work from home parents or even working parents. It throws a monkey wrench in any parents day. Most of the time I work in my pajamas or one of my boyfriend's oversized t-shirts, depending on the weather. Unless I have to … Continue reading chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the late start day
chronicles of a work-at-home cami… office enemy number one
My desk is my dining table, though I seldom work from it preferring to work in my office wich doubles as a living room because that way I can keep an eye on my co-workers who, in the form of mindless movies and televisions shows as white noise, are always plotting something. I might as … Continue reading chronicles of a work-at-home cami… office enemy number one
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