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getting to know me

Cami Kaos

04 Oct 2007 — 2 min read

Yesterday as I made my daily blog rounds I saw that Lindyloo had posted some good old fashioned embarrassing childhood photos of herself. By embarrassing I actually mean adorable... and I thought why not me?

So for today a few moments from the life and times of a younger, blonder and more innocent CamiKaos... oh and if I'm going down I'm taking my brother with me... enjoy

Here I am, an exhibitionist even at this tender age:

On my 3rd birthday we can see a very early love of boots and aprons:

Can't tell which one I am? Simple, the one trying to pull her dress up... there is my brother to my left in the super stylin yellow tank top! Viva the 70's:

Look at the sibling affection abundant in this photo, note that my brother is wearing awesome boots, I regrettably am not... thus the big fuss:

a year later and he still hasn't removed the boots and cape... bastard:

Neither the theater nor adolescence were kind to me. From this point forward I got dorkier and dorkier until I got boobs:

Do you all now see how I have become the bitter radiant dork fox I am today?

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there is not a raccoon in my kitchen...

As I sit quietly in my living room working I tend to listen to the sounds of home. The slight buzz and hum of my heater, the birds chirping and chattering from my high windows, the rush of cars on the street outside, and the constant chirps, pings, and trills

you put your hair in the coconut...

I remember putting some crazy things in my hair as a kid. Lemon juice, kool-aid, mayonnaise, avocado, tea, and that scalding hot oil treatment. With that last one I might as well been torturing myself with tar and feathers. Then there was the one summer I strived to find the

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the invites...

there is not a raccoon in my kitchen...

you put your hair in the coconut...