We went on a trip [business related]. A recap, in photos: Destination: Oregon Mode of Transportation: The FWhatever50. Naturally. With a G.P.S. [thank heavens]: and heated seats… …which might have been a bit superfluous, since the weather was lovely: We … Continue reading
**In lieu of recent Archives of Our Lives happenings [i.e. bearing my heart and soul to this here blog and its 100 daily readers], I have decided to write yet another deep, heart-wrenching, Camille-tells-all kind of post. Just as a … Continue reading
Guess what?!?! Happy April Fool’s Day. (Thanks, Sis!)
As old as I keep getting, I never really seem to learn anything. Why do I spout off hurtful vendettas without thinking things through first? I don’t know, really. There are two sides to every story (sometimes three or four, … 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
…because of his bad behaviour. Did I forget to mention I am in Oregon this week? I’m in Oregon. Actually, our trip is almost over—it was just a short run down to Oregon to pick up trailers as part of … Continue reading
I live in Canada. Up here, pretty much everyone who has a house also has a basement. Basements are more rare in Arizona. In fact, growing up, I always dreamed of living in a house with stairs. That was my … Continue reading