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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
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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,
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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.
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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.
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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
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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)
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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