Saturday, April 30, 2011

A Tramp of Sorts

Allow me to be frank; I am cheap. So, when I discovered this little lady's blog was giving away summer essentials I really couldn't resist. I'm crossing my fingers for Zach Efron!

Friday, April 29, 2011


Dinosaur High Fives?
My favorite.
Bless you Andrea for teaching me.
You are never too old to look like an idiot in public.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I love the peeling the orange in one long spiral.Orange with a spiral peel Royalty Free Stock Photo

I love when someone sends you an email just because they can.
I love wild coincidences.
I love discovering that one song that describes your day.
I love staying up late because the creative juices are running.

I love running until I can't breathe.
I love putting on silky pajamas after shaving my legs.
I love singing loud and off key just because I can.
I love that moment before the rain starts to fall when everything
seems to become still as it awaits the tumult of the storm.
I love the smell of wet dirt.

I love when you are so tired you fall asleep the instant you hit the pillow.
I love when people say it's "just Cami"
I love the smell of the first day of Fall.
I love waking up to your favorite song.
I love bright colored walls.

I love books about "Stuff on my Cat"
I love when someone's laugh makes me laugh.
I love immature jokes that shouldn't be funny.
I love old men's stories.
I love when you know you owned a test.
I love a good rhyme.
I love getting butterflies.
I love making up stories and having people believe me and then having to tell them it was a joke.
I love when people start picking up on my lingo.

I love awarding House Points to people for ridiculous
things and saying it in my best old British lady accent.
I love getting matching nighties.

I love telling people I will pray about it... and being
completely serious.
I love blogging about completely irrelevant things.
I love those that "Follow" me.
I love starting stories with "Once upon a time"
I love raising my hand whenever I have something to say.
I love seeing completely hideous pictures of myself
and being impressed I could make such a face.

I love going to bed early.
I love waking up to only one sock still on.
I love waking up to an unexpected text message.
I love living vicariously through others.  
I love being spontaneous.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Just another day in the Peterson home

"Can I just tell you I have NO DESIRE to be eaten by a whale?" -spoken by my 24 year old brother during a SeaWorld commercial.

2 weeks notice

what i would give to give it all up.

how i wish i wasn't forced to make up the difference.

what i would change so that i could stop the pressure.

why is every turn blocked by blaring consequences and questions of the unknown?

what trial would step in to fill the empty space?

how much can i take before i reach the breaking point?

where does this all stop?

when did shirking responsibility become the same as being professional?

who do i talk to when they are part of the problem?

where is the line between complaining and commenting?

why do i feel too big to escape?

how far do i have to push myself before i lose my integrity?

what kind of an organization is this?

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Two Tuesday Teasers

It just so happens that today has been a little slower today at work (knock on wood) and I have had a few moments where my brain was able to come up with a few enigmas. I'm in charge of writing down the color of the new cars we get in, among other responsibilities and it hit me-
 Hey- Why are there two spellings for gray or grey or.... AH you see my problem?
Is one more politically correct?
As an American am I supposed to have a patriotic preference for one opposed to the other?

and while we are comparing things:

What makes one orange peel thicker than its neighbor's?
Does it have to do with the amount of sunlight, water, etc?
Is it simply the luck of the draw?

I really just don't even know anymore...

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The inevitable

This is the moment I have avoided all of my life.
Eighteen and a 3/4 years have been dedicated to the avoidance of such a catastrophe.
I made it through one full year of college without it.
One decision changed everything.

I have become a morning person.
I wake up around 6:30 Monday through Friday.
I feel cheerful about it.
I work until 4:00.
I go home and take a nap.
My social life is nonexistant.
I go to bed early.
That way I can wake up early again-
early enough to beat morning traffic.

I think I might be an adult.

Thursday, April 14, 2011


Why yes, I am posting twice within ten minutes.

I wish that I could make peoples' days the way this little lady does.
Just try not to smile.


Today I was reminded why I named this blog such an obscure and yet totally applicable name. I started a new job this week and it has been a little overwhelming to say the least. I love it, I really do, but there is so much to remember. Thursdays are the big days where everything has to be finished and printed off for the managers and as I strove to figure out what I was doing I has hit with that feeling of complete loss of control. I made a mistake when speaking to a customer and thanks to the fact that I'm overly reactive to stimulation, I started to blush profusely. On a scale of one to lobster I was over-ripe tomato. The worst part was that I knew I was blushing which made me even more embarrassed. One of the salesmen and my trainer were by me and I suddenly became extremely grateful that I did my hair down so that I was able to bury my face in shame. Can you say worst moment of the week? After taking care of business there I excused myself to the bathroom.
There is an unusual amount of peace that I find while locked away in a stall. Maybe it is the false sense of privacy or simply the fact that it gives the perfect excuse, but when I find myself in a place where I am dismayed, disgusted, or disconcerted I run to that sanctuary where I can shut out the world for half a second.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

IDK my BFF Jill?

PS I have a really super great (stamp out and eliminate redundancy) post in the works it just requires more attention than I am willing to give for probably the next two days. Check back later.

Now, on to the juicy details of this post. Allow me to start out by saying that those that are found guilty of what I am about to discuss are still wonderful people and, in fact, I probably like more than most. Please do not take offense.

I think that I am a pretty easy going individual. I'm not picky or judgemental and I really just don't care about the little things, BUT if you send me a text with three smily faces and cutesy little abbreviations followed by fourteen exclamation points, I will say swear words to you in my mind. Don't worry, my swear words consist of, "swear words," and if I am feeling especially uncouth I most send you a "curses." I know, I know, I am a rebel, but don't even think that you can get away with that kind of misuse of grammar and not feel the consequences. I still think you are a lovely individual and we will still be friends just know that the reason I reply with, "okay," is because I threw up a little bit in my mouth when I read your text. Also, if you are going to just send me a smily face, I will not be replying. What am I supposed to say to that? No, really, I honestly want to know what people expect others to say to : ).
Oh crap, I sound like a major jerk now. It must be past 11:11 and I have missed making a wish. Poop on toast.

Sincerely, Cami Louise

Friday, April 8, 2011

best. semester. ever?

4.0 maybe?
I think I'll take that.

Roommates that would blow your mind?
Been there, done that.

Dating game?
Tried it, liked it, will keep playing.

Job in the line ups?
You had better believe it.

Am I going to cry myself to sleep for the next three days?
Let's just say I have a whole lot of tissues.