a biker chick
i took a break in november 05
nothing in june 06
too busy in september 06
december was busy, too
february? forget about it
got lazy in may
we had peeps over for dinner and rock band last wednesday, which bled into us watching the new episode of south park.
i can't express enough how hard i laughed when they revealed the plot device of this particular episode was the over-saturation of peruvian mall bands (peruvian flute band, as they call it on the show.)
i think the first one i ever saw was in canada back on a family vacation in 1995. at the time, it seemed kind of cool...but as the years have gone by, i've noticed them popping up everywhere.
anyone who has ever gone to the swap meet with us has heard us complain about the peruvian mall band that plays next to the kettle corn stand.
seriously, my heart will go on peruvian mall band style is just about the most horrific travesty to the musical world.
it makes me worry i'll start bleeding out of my ears.
so i understand that tonight's episode will reveal the reason why we depend on peruvian mall bands to protect us from the furry death...but, just the fact that somebody else in the world recognizes this blight of humanity, i'm happy.
and yes...i realize that i'm a very silly person.
camilles (10:00pm, 10.29.08)
n o t a s a c k
a work friend and i were discussing the phenomemon of the work wardrobe versus the non-work wardrobe.
he says he has a closet full of golf shirts that he only wears to work.
i don't have any reason for why i wouldn't want to wear my work clothes outside of work, but most of the time, i'm just too lazy to put them on when i'm hanging around the house.
every morning that i get ready for work, i actually make a point of dressing up. not because i have to, but because i think it is fun. it's a little puzzle, figuring out what clothes i'm going to put on. what shoes to wear. what jewelry works that day. and always something in my hair. (none of which, i realized, are visible in that photo above. that's because i was just riding my motorcycle and had taken all that stuff off.)
maybe it's because it makes me feel good, and that way i can get through the work day with that extra little bit of a head start in the morning when i walk out the door.
i figure, that's probably what gets a lot of people going in the morning.
i switched to the motorcycle when i came home at lunch today and rode the long way around back to work. it was hot out, but it was like a fun, mini vacation.
when i rode home, the bakery area smelled like snickerdoodles. and some dudes hooted at me while i was waiting at a stoplight.
every once in a while, i consider getting a cute pink motorcycle jacket...but then i'm always put off by the thought of dudes hooting at me everywhere i go.
and i'm not being vain when i mention that guys hoot. obviously they can't see anything distinguishing about me other than that i'm a female riding a motorcycle.
apparently that's all it takes to be instantly hoot-worthy.
camilles (5:57pm, 10.28.08)
t i n y s t u f f
just another addition to the collection. this one actually designed to benefit the ms society. we thought it fitting.
so, i ranted a little bit about this earlier today to some of my friends...but i'm lodging my official complaint against the clothing industry. why in the world is it so impossible for me to find a dress shirt that fits?
teen/juniors clothes don't fit me very well, because i'm structurally too curvy. almost hourglass. but i'm like, a mini woman, because heck if a ladies shirt would ever fit me. my chestal region just isn't big enough.
for the last couple of years, i have to wear dress shirts for work, and even when i buy extra smalls, i still have to take them to be altered. it's a pain.
when i was at the tailor shop earlier today, after the woman pinned in the sides, she said, "there we go! now it won't look like a sack, anymore."
a sack. an extra small shirt looks like a sack on me!
this is the only time of year that i ever complain that i don't have bigger boobs. some girls might care during swimsuit season, but i only care when i've got to buy stinking dress shirts.
i'm perfectly happy with what nature gave me. i'm plenty womanly. and when i can find clothes that fit right, it's all good. but when i'm stuck wearing a sack, and everything is hanging like a giant tent on me, i feel like a boy. and i'm not a boy.
so the bright side to my tale of woe, after feeling like a boy in my sack-like work shirt earlier today, back in the dress i wore all day...
when i was walking from my car to my front door after work, a ups driver who was driving by stuck his head out the side of his truck and smiled and waved at me.
obviously because i'm such a cute girl.
camilles (10:06pm, 10.27.08)
t r o u b l e m a k e r
i own a lot of pairs of doctor martens. i don't even care that they have kind of been out of style for 10+ years, because i still like them.
today i'm wearing them, because we went on a ride.
after grabbing lunch in ramona, we headed over to an antique store to look at a deer gun rack and a mounted boar head. while we were cruising around, jeff kind of laughed and said that people probably think i'm such a troublemaker. or did he call me a hooligan?
either way...here's my shirt for today (yes, i'm wearing green boots and a red/white/blue shirt. and i'm aware that my hair is nappy. and for some reason, my teeth look like gigantic cartoon teeth here. but whatever...):
actually, when i put it on this morning, i was giggling to myself since the elections are coming up and everyone seems to be so hot about one thing or another. do you remember hearing about the uproar this shirt caused before the last big election?
seriously...people can be so weird about the littlest things.
anyway, i can say that i am a proud old person, because i actually am registered to vote. i don't know if i can actually bring myself to vote for a president, though. yeah. you read me right.
i don't know if i've ever mentioned it before, but one of my favorite things about riding my motorcycle versus driving around is how i smell all sorts of things i never smell when i'm driving a car. sometimes when i ride to work, there's a certain street just a few blocks away from my building that must be a bakery, because it always smells like sugar cookies. today we were riding by a christmas tree farm, and it smelled first like rosemary christmas trees, and then like regular piney christmas trees.
every once in a while i'll get stuck driving next to a garbage truck, and that isn't so cool...but i'll take the bad with the good.
camilles (4:10pm, 10.26.08)
d e l i c i o u s
roasted bison marrow bones at the fort in colorado. l and i had them all pretty much to ourselves, and that was a-ok.
i read about an interesting study off of 6togo's site:
basically, it appears that the more pleasure you get from tasty food, the less likely you are to be overweight.
i tend to only eat and drink things that i find extremely tasty. and when i'm eating or drinking something i find especially tasty, i blush right around my mouth.
but i can eat, like, 1 piece of candy or 2 spoonfuls of ice cream, and i'm totally happy. the part of my brain that enjoys tasty snacks is satisfied fairly rapidly, and i lose interest fast and move on to other things.
just a taste. that's all i need. :)
thank goodness for genetics. they've made that part of life just a little bit easier for me.
camilles (8:57pm, 10.24.08)
f o u r y e a r s
can you believe it?
happy anniversary, jeff.
love, camilles (10.23.08)
l i f e l e s s o n s
honesty is the best policy.
sometimes i find it easier to be honest with other people than with myself.
but being honest with myself is coming easier.
pretending has it's place, but life is a lot nicer when you can just embrace it for what it is.
camilles (10:25pm, 10.20.08)
m a t u r i t y
we've got it in spades.
surrounded by the beautiful nature of colorado, and if we have the opportunity to take a picture pointing at someone's rear end, we'll take it.
the evening i got back from race car driving, i was struck down by what i can only guess is the seattle strain of the common cold that ben carried with him to our mutual trip in denver. oh well. i really try to not be that big of a whiner...as long as i can sleep at night and i don't end up with rib cancer (aka costochondritis, like i had at the beginning of the year) it's no real deal. besides, if i can get some of this cold-havingness out of the way now, i'm hoping that means i'll be in better shape through the rest of the season.
we saw weezer on friday night. totally awesome. i hadn't been to a "big" show (like, the kind that you actually get reserved seats for) in as long as i can remember, but it was totally awesome. i'm a huge nerd for weezer, and my voice was almost gone all day yesterday because i was singing along. yeah, dorky.
but not nearly as bad as the guy who was screaming along to every single song in the angels and airwaves set before. he looked all tough with his long hair and rocker belt, and then he was so into the sappiness of the music. it was just a really weird clash.
it's almost halloween! get those costumes together! i'll be home for the first time in 4 years to celebrate, so i'm really looking forward to it. still don't know exactly what is going on...but i'm sure whatever trouble we get into will be fun.
camilles (10:15pm, 10.19.08)
o n e o f t h o s e d a y s
today was one of those days that makes me really step back for a second and wonder how in the world i ended up doing what i do for a living.
thanks to a last-minute schedule shift, i was able to take my dad to racecar driving school with me. and it was awesome.
i'm totally exhausted, between getting up really early to drive to fontana, hanging out in a race suit in 90+ degree weather, the physical and mental intensity of learning how to drive and driving, and then commuting back home. but it was great fun, and i appreciated the opportunity to go.
i spun out once. my boss will be pleased to hear i wasn't afraid to push myself.
my arms are going to be sore in the morning. and my back already feels bruised up. but it was worth it.
things are crazy busy between work and fun. but things are good. and i'm happy.
camilles (8:28pm, 10.15.08)
what a crazy weekend.
it was go, go, go until after dinner last night, and at that point, the cold that i've been trying to fight caught up with me. i chose to duck out of the evening activities in favor of a night at the hotel which equaled a bath, hot tea, and kitchen confidential.
we made it home safely, and i'm feeling better. let's just hope that zicam keeps the sickness to a minimum.
denver and the surrounding areas are fun places to hang out, but i was thrilled to get back into sunny san diego. we thought we were going to have sun in denver, but it was in the 40s and drizzly.
thanks to all my friends who made it a fun trip.
pictures to come!
. . .
and confidential to a few of my favorite people: CONGRATS on the engagement!!
camilles (8:35pm, 10.12.08)
m m m m . . . b e e r
i like beer.
i like beer more than i like playing rock band. and i like playing rock band a whole heck of a lot.
i would say that i like beer ALMOST as much as i like riding my motorcycle. and since i like my motorcycle about as close to love as i can get for a materialistic thing (i only love people), you could say that i really do like beer.
so i'll be waking up around 3:30am, heading over to pick up l, and driving down to the airport. we'll be on different flights that land in denver at just about the same time, and as long as all goes well, all our most favorite boys will be there in a minivan to pick us up.
wish our livers good luck.
camilles (9:36pm, 10.9.08)
y o u h a v e t o e a r n i t
i was always taught that if i want something, i have to earn it.
take that green sand beach in that photo up there. in order to get to it, you either had to hike 2.5 miles each way through the hot sun, or rent a 4x4 and drive the crazy trails out there and back. either way, it isn't easy, but in the end, you get to enjoy something that only other people who did the same kind of hard work get to enjoy.
why doesn't everything in life work the same way?
camilles (10:18pm, 10.8.08)
m o r e o f t h e s a m e
nothing like a pint of mimosa followed by a pint of evil dead red with biscuits and gravy for a late breakfast.
i'm heading into alcohol, ahem, i mean tradeshow, season, and there is something to be said for the training that i put myself through in order to be in tip top shape for the brutal torture to come.
i'm back to working out, both by exercising and by imbibing adult beverages every chance i get.
this weekend marks an important opportunity to work out my liver, as we all head out to denver for our second visit to the great american beer festival.
ok...ok...before you all start worrying about my alcoholism, i have to make it very clear that i am NOT an alcoholic. i don't even binge drink. but there is definitely some truth to the fact that business trips = drinking, and it's in my best interest to be able to hang. :)
my sweet husband surprised me with a carefully wrapped paper package of squaw candy from point loma seafood.
it's basically super fatty, super tasty, salmon jerky.
we discovered it on a trip for sandwiches with his parents, and while we were perusing the selection of smoked fish, asked what the heck is that? when we saw a pile of what looked like shiny, slimy salmon that sold for some outrageous price ($35/pound?). the nice guy behind the counter gave my mother-in-law and i a taste...and i've been hooked every since.
since jeff was forced to head down there for lunch, he was sweet and remembered to pick some up for me. i broke it up and stashed it in a little tupperware. i'll take a few bites to work with me in the morning as a special treat.
and in other news...they hired an alternative (because he can't ever really be replaced) for dan at work. while it's too early for me to really pass judgement on the poor guy since we've hardly said more than 5 words to each other over the past few days, it just isn't the same.
you know what i'm talking about right? the connection to my favorite people has always been instant and inexplicable.
camilles (10:18pm, 10.7.08)
m i s h a p
i'm not trying to half-heartedly be artistic here. this isn't some sort of representation of a thought-bubble gone scattered.
i took this picture pointing directly up, with my face in the same position it was when i tried opening a bottle of wine last night. that is the ceiling directly above (behind?) my head.
those white circles are the spots i didn't clean up last night, when the cork went shooting down into the bottle of wine, and the wine exploded out of the top of the bottle at such force, it hit the ceiling.
we have 10 foot ceilings.
which means you can only imagine what my face looked like, as it blocked the majority of the spray.
my face. my shirt.
fortunately, nobody was around to see it. i was in the middle of cooking dinner for len, and it set me back a few when i had to clean up.
but that was a first!
we drank the wine anyway. i wasn't going to let it get away with that kind of funny business.
we got a little philosophical over our pasta and wine, talking about where we are in our lives, and what people must think when the look at us.
he says that if a 13-year-old version of him could take a look at his life today, the 13-year-old would say "i would LOVE to be that guy."
and yet, in spite of constantly being told that he's living the dream, and is the envy of so many others, he feels like there could be something more.
why are we all like that? what is the secret to finding contentment in the successes we've achieved for ourselves? why keep looking for more? or other? or different? or better?
camilles (8:59pm, 10.3.08)