Internets, meet Fish. Fish, meet the internets. No, that's not his name. No, I don't know what his name is. He hasn't told us. Yet. He's still acclimating. To the water. To his tank. And to us. It would seem, in that, Fish and I have a lot in common.
the sex face and other embarrassing natural occurrences…
It's a sad fact of human nature that when we are in our most intimate moments we make faces that... well, that defy description. We may also sweat, moan, sigh, grunt, scream, squeal, squeak, and there are other things too. Things I won't even get into. The fact is sex would be gross and comical … Continue reading the sex face and other embarrassing natural occurrences…
expecting the unexpected is a totally vicious circle…
A few weeks ago I made a somewhat severe dietary change. There were reasons for it. Many many reasons. Health. Energy. Vanity. Age. The fact that half my fucking clothes don't fit. I've been dragging for ages. Not sleeping. No energy. Grumpy. Yes, you heard me. I've been grumpy. So I needed a change, and … Continue reading expecting the unexpected is a totally vicious circle…
drip tease…
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…
precisely 22 minutes…
Today, as I sat in the waiting room waiting for my girl's class to finish, there was a problem. A disturbance. In the force, if you will. As if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. They were totally in my head though... But still, they needed silencing. You see, … Continue reading precisely 22 minutes…
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)
meh is in the middle, emotionally speaking…
Meh: Waking up at 7:30 on a Sunday morning and actually having to drag my ass out of bed and be social and friendly... Not really on the list of stuff I'm good at. Nor is it on the list of stuff I want to be good at. But I'll manage when... Nice: My parents … Continue reading meh is in the middle, emotionally speaking…
and then it went down…
I was happily sitting using an internet connection that was not my own so I could work while waiting for my daughter to get out of class. Best of both worlds kind of moment. I'm here waiting when she gets finished and I'm using my time wisely to get work done. I was feeling downright … Continue reading and then it went down…
I don’t even know what to call my cheese puff post…
I haven't had cheese puffs in years. Excuse me. Cheese Puffs. They're a proper noun, right? Anyway, Cheese Puffs... I try not to eat them because they have absolutely no redeeming value. Except the cheesy puffy goodness I recall from my youth. The savory fluffy cheesy goodness melting on my tongue. Yum. So even though … Continue reading I don’t even know what to call my cheese puff post…
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…
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