Camille

Hi. I'm Camille. I was born and raised in Mesa, AZ, but now I live in Canada with my husband, Poor Kyle. {He's my tech guy.} Our lives are archived here. Welcome!
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Archive for June, 2008

He’s Addicted to the Game of it All.

I come from a long line of teetotalers. One hundred percent, never-touched-their-lips-to-any-sort-of-alcohol, abstainers from the drink. On both sides of the family tree. In keeping with family tradition, I, too, choose not to drink liquor. I’ve smelled beer, though, and to me it smells like fermented leaves. [Go figure.] Like a compost pit, if you [...]

If My Backyard Could Talk, it Would Sue Me for Negligence

Children are like gardens, and in this analogy, I am totally unfit. Which is why I will never be a parent–because evidently, when one is responsible for more beyond one’s own self, one cannot frolic about the continent for months on end, completely ignoring one’s offspring (even if one’s offspring happens to be a 20 [...]

{This is Just an Appetizer}

I have a lot of posts I need to write, but I don’t have the mental energy to do any of them justice right now. See, I’m getting ready to drive back to Canada, which–anxious though I am to reunite with my husband and garden–is going to be slightly less thrilling than my drive down [...]

The Saga of Steve vs. Ned–This is Mostly Speculation

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: Oh, Lindsey and I went to Krazy Sub for lunch. PK: Oh, Krazy Sub? Steve’s [...]

Bed For Sale–Going Cheap. Real Cheap.

I bought an amazing bedroom set on Craigslist yesterday and will post pictures soon. But it came with an extra Queen sized mattress and box spring for which I have absolutely no need. We have two spare bedrooms at our house in Canada, and both of them already have nice-ish beds in them. What to [...]

{Totally Lost in Translation}

Trying to communicate with a 2 year-old is like trying get a kamikaze insect out of your ear by slamming your fist into your skull as hard as you possibly can–both are fruitless, and cause nothing but headaches. A few months ago I babysat for my neighbors who were in a pinch. I was there [...]

{Life Lessons and Muffin Tops}

I’ve learned a lot in my life. I’ve learned that if I wash my jeans and then stick them in the dryer, I will regret it the next time I go to put them on. They will shrink just enough to make me miserable all day, no matter how many lunges I do to stretch [...]