mommified
It seems a little odd since I haven't even found the muse to write here regularly but I've decided to participate in NaNoWriMo again this year. Call me crazy (Really. It's okay. You can.) but I think at the moment it's a
babble
I have big plans for tonight. Big plans. Huge. On the scale of plan greatness the plans I have could be considered epic. That isn't to say they can't be improved. As a matter of fact I have a few things in mind that would make
babble
I've spent the weekend at WordCamp Portland. You know... with the wordy people. But it seemed strange to be here and not be blogging about it so while others poured into sessions I opted to pull up a patch of floor in the hallway and hide to write
tech
This is not the first note I've written to you today, dear laptop. Earlier I asked why you won't add a period when I double space after a sentence. It's not like I was holding you personally responsible. It's not like I
kaos
This isn't about the socially awkward slightly clueless guys that can't really figure out how to approach a woman. Not guys that stumble over their words. It isn't the shy guys. It isn't even about the overly confident cocky assholes who think
babble
I bought a mop. I needed a mop. I went to the store for a mop and I bought one. And some hair dye, it was on the list too. A mop and hair dye because a girl has to have her priorities. I've been hiding in a
Uncategorized
I've had my iPhone for how many years now? Many. Let's go with that. I wasn't one of those that stood in line for hours waiting to pay far too much to be an early adopter. I wrote blog posts siting the insanity of
babble
Over the weekend we headed to the beach for one last fling before the school year begins. A chance to celebrate and say goodbye to summer. Just another day at the beach. Until. I found myself buried in the sand. First to my chest. Then over my arms. Over my
babble
Born and raised in California and then Texas you'd think I'd be used to a little heat and a dash of humidity... Well no. I'm not. I'm a spoiled Oregonian. I listen year round as other Oregonians (natives and transplants alike) whine
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I'm about to bash bicyclists in the city of Portland. Yes. Even with the "bikes are sexy" photo over there (they are). Even though I love that Portland is a bike friendly city. Even though I adore that we have a city you can get around
food
There are a few things that, without fail, pull me back to the sweet moments of my childhood summers. Fairies, action figures burnt and twisted, reading in the sun and lemonade pie. In the big cookbook binder my mom gave me about 14 years ago the pie of which I
babble
Riding on the bus this morning, minding my own business, reading from my phone, I heard a thud. A rolling sound. And I looked down to see a sippy cup was rolling toward me. Just as it was about to strike my boot I plucked it up, and smiling, reached