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I had a few posts all planned in my head... inluding a thing I was tagged for (no that does not mean you can tag me... don't you dare, I am off limits for tagging, this is a special occasion). But then the day got really short and
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I had a few posts all planned in my head... inluding a thing I was tagged for (no that does not mean you can tag me... don't you dare, I am off limits for tagging, this is a special occasion). But then the day got really short and
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I've been wracking my brain about what to write today and everything is either very serious and involves spending time and concentration on a post... or it's about bacon. Why would I be writing about bacon? Because Saturday is Masterbacon and I'm one of
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I'm going to save the grumblings on how I've been the victim of theft not just once, but twice already this year for another day, and instead talk about something wonderful. Something glorious. Something downright helpful that happened right here in the city I call my
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Bedtime. We have a love hate relationship with it in my house. I love sleep. I love to go to sleep. I love that I wake up each day since it means that I'm alive and all, but the whole waking process makes me really really cranky. Really.
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No, I wasn't talking to you. Why would I call you and asshole, you haven't done anything to me. Unless... unless it was you that stole George, our garden gnome. We got home from Dim Sum Sunday afternoon with friends only to find an empty place
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I realize that Thanksgiving is the time I'm supposed to be thankful for stuff and things and what not, but I can't help it that it's now during the winter holiday that I'm feeling thankful. Never mind the more than 2 feet
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Why (oh why) am I writing about Lunch 2.0 at Vidoop? that's a tech thing you might say... Cami's gone geeky you might complain... Yes yes... you'd be right on both accounts, but in all fairness they fed me bacon and gave me
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You should know before we go anywhere that this post is not going to be funny. Please deal with that fact and move on... Dealt with? Accepted? Fine, let's continue shall we? Earlier I was watching TV (no good can come of that) and as the show lapsed
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I didn't want to taint the loveliness that was yesterday's post with more talk of animals throwing themselves at me so I neglected to get into the beginning of my Wednesday. The part before I ran about all over town with MissB and the mystery person
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Friday was by no means a normal day for me. It started out OK but from there it quickly turned to pain and drama... I don't know where to start... Should I tell you about the birthday cake I baked for my brother? That I forgot to set