This is the last day of my laying low-ness. Tomorrow I’ll be back in the proverbial saddle, blogging five days a week again. Tomorrow my big sister–and all her entertaining distractions–will be gone, along with my sweet-face baby nephew. Life … Continue reading
I don’t really have a nickname. When I was in 6th grade (grade 6, Canadians!), I decided “Camille” was a nasty name, and I’d much prefer to be called “Cammie.” I got my entire class in on it–teacher and all–and … Continue reading
Once upon a time in 2005, there was this guy I never dated. We didn’t date for about a month. It went something like this: first I sort of thought liked him but then he grew a beard and started … Continue reading
I’m sleep deprived right now. Being sleep deprived really is the best kind of deprivation–much better than carne asada burrito deprived or heavy summer rain deprived or even fat baby nephew deprived… Does it mean that he’s iron-deprived if he … Continue reading
I am whole again. This is just like the time in 6th grade (grade 6, Canadians!) when I picked and tore and bit at the wart on my thumb so much it eventually fell off, but once it was gone, … Continue reading
A phone conversation between Poor Kyle and me a few weeks ago went something like this: PK: So what did you do down in AZ today, while I was up here in Canada being responsible and tending your garden? Me: … Continue reading
I’ve always had issues with my hair. From a very young age, my mother forced toxic chemicals on my otherwise-straight hair, with the hopes it my curl and bounce like Shirley Temples. It did neither, instead forging its way down … Continue reading