Have you ever noticed the way grown men huddle? They huddle. As in, when something engine-ish goes wrong, and one guy is standing in the driveway looking under the hood of the truck, suddenly that one man becomes two… and … Continue reading
**Housekeeping detail: Make sure to swing by Archives of Our Lives tomorrow for a very special—and first ever—guest blogger! I’m quite excited about this, and I think you will be pleasantly surprised with what’s in store. Until then, on with … Continue reading
When I was in fourth grade, my elementary school’s music teacher woke up ambitious one day and decided that she was going to direct a musical for the drama club to produce. I can’t remember what it was called—something to … Continue reading
I meant to post this on Monday morning, because I firmly believe that nothing too strenuous should happen on a Monday. Unfortunately, my Monday consisted of staying awake for 36 hours (okay, Poor Kyle stayed awake; I totally snoozed, but … Continue reading
I already said that not only do I not feel any sort of Christmas spirit, but I’m beginning to kind of hate it. Tonight, with Poor Kyle out of town, I sat down to watch a little telly (at my … Continue reading
Tra la la. Can’t you hear the joy in my voice? I have a beautiful singing voice. It’s true: perfect pitch, impeccable timing, and never too much vibrato. I would have moved to New York and starred in musicals on … Continue reading
Q [from RatalieNose]: Camille, we (meaning your faithful blog stalkers) have not had the privilege to hear much about your high school days. Being in high school myself I would love to hear some stories! So here are a few … Continue reading