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I turned off my laptop before I remembered that I really honestly intended to write a post today. I had one all written up in my head but then I TOTALLY forgot it... That sucks. But you know, I wanted to post SOMETHING. But not just ANYTHING. But my laptop
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Shhh. I'm at WebVisions 2010. Mostly I'm sitting in the audience or the green room being really quiet. You have to be really quite too. Why? Well because if you make too much noise then I'm going to giggle. You're sure to
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Calm, with little signs of life zipping back and forth and around and around. K chatting at me a million miles a minute. The breeze just brushing the bottoms of my bare feet as I kick them gently behind me, swishing them through the air. Swimming in slow motion while
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There's an internal monologue which plays through my head in the mornings as I go about my tasks. Stick to my schedule. As I wake K from slumber, get her ready for school not so much by doing for her as I used to, but by carefully not
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Hi there babies... gentle readers... people. I have to tell you that I'd like to get on with my regularly scheduled blogging. I have all sorts of mundane things and ridiculous stories I could share with you. Seriously. I've got this one post about how I
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Psst... Can I let you in on a little secret? Lean in.... closer.... a little closer... Stop. back it up. Too close for comfort buddy, I want to tell you a secret not have you on my lap. I'm not a big fan of April Fool's
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Two days before I left on my trip to Austin my mother flew in from the Midwest. She came for two reasons, both greatly appreciated. My trip was very close to my daughters birthday, for which my mom comes into town each year anyway. But the timing, the early arrival
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Every night has the same routine. That doesn't mean that every night is the same. They all have their own special set of circumstances. A different set of challenges. Conversations. A new story to read or a new chapter to begin. The pjs change. Sometimes the cats curl
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Time is such a slippery commodity. It's not measurable in advance with any certainty but the increments we leave behind are solid, accounted for down to the microsecond on the clock of life. Each moment changing, evolving, forming us as we continue on our paths. But there is
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After a week on the road, and I use the term "on the road" very loosely, I'm reminded of a few things that make being home truly special. Though I had a fantastic trip to Austin, the joy of it was more about experiences, opportunities and
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Hi babies. It's me. You know... Cami. Cami Kaos. This is my blog. I know I know I've been a little absent as of late. Especially since Thursday but I have a little time for you right now. That's just the kind of girl
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To be honest I'm not too well versed with the kind of planes that are jet planes and that aren't. Defining of planes is not a strong suit of mine. Does it really matter what kind of plane I'm flying on? Are you that