shoes
In my world there are really only two kinds of shoes that count... Pretty boots and pretty heels. Sure, sure. There are sneakers and flats and flip-flops and stuff but those are all second class citizens in my world. I wear them out of necessity. Practicality. When one goes on
babble
As I sat in the waiting room of one of my kid's classes I was basking in the relative quiet and using the opportunity to get some emails sent out for work in the midst of what is an incredibly busy week. I glanced up to see what
babble
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,
babble
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.
babble
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.
babble
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
kaos
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.
babble
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)
morning
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
Uncategorized
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
Uncategorized
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
babble
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