family
cause I'm leaving...
on a jet plane... I know when I'll be back again and oh babe, I love to go oh oh oh oh... yeah, that was cheap but what'cha ya gonna do? I'll be honest in that I have given today's post a
vacation
family
I lie...
Surprises are a wonderful thing, wonderful magical things that can also be called lies.Liar liar my pants are on fire.Because I have been keeping that big ol secret from K.The lie. The surprise of her 5 year old lifetime...And it just got bigger. The lie. The
di$ney
the prognosis doctor?
Mother fricken motherboard.However bad this may sound this is very very good. Why? Because I am a total loser. Because we did not yet have our wireless super drive thing to back up to. Because I didn't back up my stuff. Because there were months of photos
getting to know you
she who spills things...
Or rather she who comes painfully close to spilling things.What kind of things?Beans mostly. Not just any beans. The magic beans. Beans of knowledge. Di$neybean$.This evening Mr. Kaos' parents showed up to say hello and drop off a little gift for K, some spending money
bloggers
to do
It's idea thief & consumer whore all rolled into 1 little bundle... the bundle of me. A while back Mr. Fab wrote his dear readers sick and twisted post cards. I did not receive one. No postcard for little miss CamiKaos. Ignored. Unloved. Dejected. Of course in all
consumer
consumer whore cami is sick
You heard it folks, consumer whore cami is sick, ill, infected. I'm lousy with vacation fever and I want it to stop... or at least I'd like a little more control over myself...I feel the drug that is di$neyland coursing through my veins and
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
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?
consumer
curious news...
The other day at the end of a post I stated that Mr. Kaos had called with some curious news...Curious news alright...While he was on his way home from Boston he got a voicemail asking if he would be available to go on another business trip...Another business
Mr. Kaos
our vacation?
Mr. Kaos is on vacation. Nope, we're not going anywhere. really. at all. Well maybe to the local tech super store, the plumbing store, the craft store. Today. But he's on vacation. ALL WEEK. When I woke up this morning it was to K's
bears
the cherokee, the road, and the dramamine pill...
Remember those road trips that your dad loved to take when you were a kid. The whole family would pile into the ol' station wagon you'd grab your pillow and a favorite toy, book, snack, whatever and drive until you got where ever your crazy dad was