kaos
take 3
It's one of those days where I can tell there is something I need to get off my chest. Something I need to say, to talk about, to discuss, to dispatch from my mind but I just can't quite find it.I've written this
kaos
holiday
this thing they call the 4th of July...
I remember fondly as a child living in California (you won't hear me say that often) and having huge block parties to celebrate the 4th of July. Well more accurately it was a culdesac.Every year we would bring out tables and table cloths, chairs, blankets and cushions.
kaos
tiki time?
By a show of hands how many of you know about my love of the Tiki goods?Eh, I'm not impressed, some of you have been skipping posts... I'll let it slide this time but I'm warning you there willll be a test soon
family
the one with no fences...
I wrote last week about an experience I'd had visiting my parents in the Midwest and briefly (oh so briefly) mentioned that you should remind me to get back to the thing about no fences. To my surprise a few of you did. Imagine that. And I was
babble
psst... hey you...
I'm not here today.Notice how you can't see me and what not...It's because I have too much work to do. So much work. Just a freaking boat load of work.on the bathroom.cause we finally got off our asses and did
beauty
firefly
Last year Mr. Kaos had to go away on business for father's day. He thought it really sucked, so rather than have K and I pout that we were spending Father's day alone he bought two plane tickets for K and I to go visit my
bloggers
rockin
oh my gosh. I couldn't have seen this coming. I'm... well I'm speechless. Umm, but luckily I've prepared a little something, just in case, though I never thought this would happen... I'd like to thank my darling husband, Mr. Kaos,
bca
the love...
Today has been an interesting day for me in many ways. There's a lot going on internally with me right now, and while I often tend to over share here I haven't quite been able to figure some of this stuff out to put it in
babble
nothing to say?
Some days I sit here with nothing at all to say but when I start to type invariably something comes up in my mind and I just write... something.Most days I start just like this, with a mind dump, and I wind up deleting the first half of what
consumer
the memory of a 6 year old me...
So far it really has been the worst summer vacation ever. Hot. Muggy. Sweaty. Some how my brother discovered my secret hedge world and has been trying to infiltrate it with his stupid friend. They don't belong in my fairyland! Damnit!Then there's the situation with
kaos
trip...
A few months ago Mr. Kaos asked me if I wanted to go to Blogher, while I thought it was sweet of him to offer I was concerned about a few items ● I have never been away from K. ● If they came with me what would they do all day?
holiday
mom & dad
I'm not sure what it is about it, but I love this picture of my mom and dad. 1974. The year they became parents for the first time. Back in the day. When shit was real. And my dad was really really hairy.I mean seriously, look at