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Perfect Blue Buildings

"Asleep in perfect blue buildings. Beside the green apple sea. Gonna get me a little oblivion, baby. Try to keep myself away from me. It's 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday. It doesn't get much worse than this. In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle of t

Updated: 2016-11-01T16:46:29.194-04:00


In which I visit my blog...


...and wonder if I should return.

My life has changed abruptly. My mom died December 9, 2011. I can say this now, without tears streaming down my face. Obviously, my mind has become a black hole. As the thoughts travel to the singularity, a clarity begins. Perhaps that is why I returned to my blog. Who knows. Maybe this is an avenue of awareness that couldn't present itself until now.

I miss my mom...

What cha been doing?


Lets see how long, or short, this post will be. It'll all depend on how long I can entertain my train of thought. Where have I been? What have I been up too? Whats been rambling around in my brain? This blog, which once was a fair depiction of my life has been moved to the brain dump terrain of Twitter, and the laughs of Facebook. I have found most of my blog buddies on both platforms, and this continues to make me happy. I like the challenge of off loading my brain in 140 characters, and spitting out a totally stupid comment on some random persons wall. It seems to suit my life. Obviously, not enough, or this blog would have been deleted long ago. I view this blog almost like I view permanent sterilization in concerns of not having anymore children. I know that I don't want more kids, but still won't commit to permanently enabling it. Ya know?

As I've hinted in some of my more recent blog post, I have been exploring my place in the fringe. I've always been a bit "off", not in the "crowd", a minor character you never forget, the one you can never nail down to anything. I watched others struggle with my position, almost laughing while shrugging it off. No, I wasn't bothered by it. Why should I be? I am not the way I am to be malicious to others cores, it's not intended. Those who are close to me, I suspect, know this. Still, I can be a handful. I am becoming more aware of my quirks, things that need to be done, in a certain way, for a positive outcome. It's those bits of clarity where I can see sharply the effect my movements, attitude, space issues, have on situations near me.

What got me thinking tonight was something I heard at a meeting at my sons school. The head of school, in talking about the vision of the schools teaching message said "It's not about pressure. Or what University you attend, your job. It's about whether you can look back, after a long, full filled life and say that it was worth it". I instantly recalled all the times I told my son, I helped him to find decent learning environments because I didn't want him to have to struggle like I had. He once asked me if my mom had said that to me. I didn't think long before I said that she hadn't. I then began to question myself I why I was telling him this. Was my life horrible? No. I guess, now a days, the incredibly intense moments are hiding amongst the dull, slow speed crap of everyday existence as others want us to know it. I will now admit that I wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to go to med school for oncology. At the time, I never said that was what I wanted to do. I don't know why. No one explained AP classes to me, I took what I needed too to get out. In high school, I was required to meet with my guidance counselor to discuss my profession. I told him I wanted to be a doctor. He chuckled, saying I wasn't academically smart enough. I can say now that I am smart enough. I should have been a doctor. I would have been great, though not embraced by the collective of the mainstream medical society.

With that I leave you with Dream, drawn by Yoshitaka Amano. Ah, Gaiman. I'll save him for another post.


Can we say Olympics...yet?


I'm a fan of the Olympics. The 2010 Winter Games could get even cooler for me. My nephew (by marriage), Danny Davis, is in serious line for a podium spot on the U.S. Snowboard team. If he gets it, he'll be the second person in my husbands immediate family who has been an Olympian. The first being my husbands older brother. He was on the U.S Wrestling team. Check out this video of Danny, he's a great kid.

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Merry Christmas, England!


Lucky dogs! You all get a FREE show outta this!

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Funny things I learned on Twitter.


My life is not profound. I am sure it is. The portion of my brain that would recognize this, I'm sure, is clouded. I at least now recognize the boughts of clarity. This is a start. What rattles about in my head, is not projected out via my exterior. My wrapping is of neutral order. I awkwardly blend in, always knowing the public is denied access to my orchestral singularity. Despite several marginal similarities, I am not part of the group. I may join, sometimes reluctantly, smaller groups. A knitting group, a fund raising function, a playgroup for my youngest. Each of these is entered into on a set tolerance of the group. I take each experience for what it is, quickly identifying mundane nonsense, and come and go as I please. How this plays out keeps it interesting.

Amanda Fucking Palmer tweeted a link to a video she made for Tegan and Sara's song "Hell". I've watched it a dozen times, in awe of her expression and body language. I learned about myself. I connected to a brief moment of clarity.

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Will the economy really push Mr. Vog to this?


When you have no money in the bank for the mortgage that is already due, desperation sets in. When the trucking company your husband works for in the United States falls short again, and again, and again.... When all the people who have bailed your family out financially can't help anymore you start looking for cash in ways that you'd never imagine. If THIS is all there is out there to keep a family from the streets, than you KNOW the country you call home is totally fucked. I'm not sure I am strong enough to allow someone who is my world, to do THIS to make sure his family is okay in this country. It is a long clip, but please watch it to see what has been asked of me by my husband. I DON'T THINK IT IS WORTH THE RISK FOR FUCKING SURVIVAL IN A FREE WORLD! This driver was a civilian contract truck driver in Iraq. Notice the tipped over truck in front of the driver who is filming this. The driver of the fallen truck did not live.

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If we're taking it back a few years, allow me to refresh my memory. This is from September 2006.

Sunday: Attended a family birthday party in which no one in my family was having any fun. We all tried sticking it out, but after my crying son begged to leave 3 different times, my hubby pulled the plug on it and escorted us all to the car. This sucked. Who likes to leave a 5 year olds party on a wave of drama? Family behavior is a harsh reality, for both sides involved. Family and friends, at times, don't mix well together. Normally, I would choose blood family over friends. Lately, it seems that blood is not thicker than water, and that friends on both camps are becoming more like our family than our family is.


This blog needs a overhaul.


I am tired of the look of my blog. I have been trying to find a template that expresses my inner bullshit. I need to re-do the blogroll, as it hasn't been touched in a million years. Some of the blogs listed aren't even there, or have change with the times. Plus, with the existing layout I can't seem to have a followers section, or include twitter updates.

Maybe when it is lookin' all perty I'll post more...doubt it. Oh, and I am done making excuses about why I don't blog. If I post something, read it. If I don't post quick enough for your liking and you are sick of checking on it, I suggest a RSS feed thingy. Or, you can complain in the comment field and my staff will get back with you. It is what it is.

Mobile blogging is fine, it just doesn't allow decent character length for good posts...


Another holiday celebrated. Nice to see my family. I ate so much food, I feel sick. Too many sweets that my body isn't used to anymore.
For more up to date Camie fun, you can find me on FB or twitter

Ah-oh! I can blog through my phone!


Maybe mobile blogging is what this blog needs. I spend more time utilizing the web wonders with my phone, it was only a matter of time before I figured out how to navigate Blogger with it.

Two words....


"Fucking lazy"

What about me?


Got this little meme from Truck Driver Wife. The colored ones represent what I have done. And per usual, I tag no one, but feel free to play along if you wish.1. Started your own blog2. Slept under the stars3. Played in a band4. Visited Hawaii5. Watched a meteor shower6. Given more than you can afford to charity7. Been to Disneyland/world8. Climbed a mountain9. Held a praying mantis10. Sang/played a solo11. Bungee jumped12. Visited Paris13. Watched a lightning storm at sea (from the shoreline)14. Taught yourself an art from scratch15. Adopted a child16. Had food poisoning17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty18. Grown your own vegetables19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France20. Slept on an overnight train21. Had a pillow fight22. Hitch hiked23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill24. Built a snow fort25. Held a lamb26. Gone skinny dipping27. Run a Marathon28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice29. Seen a total eclipse30. Watched a sunrise or sunset31. Hit a home run32. Been on a cruise33. Seen Niagara Falls in person34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors35. Seen an Amish community36. Taught yourself a new language37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person39. Gone rock climbing40. Seen Michelangelo’s David41. Sung karaoke42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant44. Visited Africa45. Walked on a beach by moonlight46. Been transported in an ambulance47. Had your portrait painted48. Gone deep sea fishing49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling52. Kissed in the rain53. Played in the mud54. Gone to a drive-in theater55. Been in a movie 56. Visited the Great Wall of China57. Started a business58. Taken a martial arts class59. Visited Russia60. Served at a soup kitchen61. Sold Girl Scout Cookie62. Gone whale watching63. Gotten flowers for no reason 64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma65. Gone sky diving66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp 67. Bounced a check (once too many times unfortunately) 68. Flown in a helicopter 69. Saved a favorite childhood toy 70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial 71. Eaten Caviar 72. Pieced a quilt 73. Stood in Times Square 74. Toured the Everglades 75. Been fired from a job 76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London 77. Broken a bone78. Been on a speeding motorcycle79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person 80. Published a book81. Visited the Vatican 82. Bought a brand new car83. Walked in Jerusalem84. Had your picture in the newspaper85. Read the entire Bible86. Visited the White House87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating 88. Had chickenpox 89. Saved someone’s life 90. Sat on a jury91. Met someone famous 92. Joined a book club 93. Lost a loved one94. Made a baby95. Seen the Alamo in person 96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake97. Been involved in a law sui 98. Owned a cell phone99. Been stung by a bee s [...]

Excuse me, but I've been on Tour...


Guitar Hero World Tour, that is....

I had this birthday, eh, last month, and, eh turned 40. This was the gift that made me feel fine about being, eh, old. Cappy, you will get this for Christmas so I can feel even better when I kick your ass!!

Mr. Vog and Beanie take a trip!


To California!!! Mr. Vog and little Beanie flew out to San Francisco three weeks ago to attend Chris' funeral. They stayed a week, and as you can tell, despite the circumstances, they had fun. It was important to us that Beanie accompany Mr. Vog. We knew that her endlessly happy spirit would help to put a smile on everyone's faces. Plus, she got to meet her paternal grandparents for the first time, as well as 3 uncles, 1 aunt and many cousins.Here they are with Papa A. riding his horse, Romeo, for the first time.Bareback, even!!Auntie B, Mr. Vog's sister owns an Old Time Photo Studio! Look how cute she made them look!!Beanie expressing to her Dada that her bedtime past many hours ago. These photos were taken after 11pm! This one makes me laugh, because she looks so pissed and beautiful at the same time. The boa is a good touch.No matter what, she always has a glint in her eye!Thank you so much for the great photos, Auntie B! You are amazing!Lots of love to you, and we think of you constantly![...]

Vog Family Sadness...


Our Family mourns the unexpected loss of a much loved family member. We received word last night that Mr. Vog's nephew, Chris, was killed in a car accident in California. There have been many tears, mixed with disbelief, shock, and confusion. We wait on pins and needles for any information. At this point, it'll be Tuesday before there is a positive identification by the police and family. We are SO SAD.Below are pictures of Chris, which are posted with much love from all of us in Michigan.WE LOVE YOU CHRIS!!Chris and his girlfriend at our weddingChris playing with his little cousins C and Z.Chris and Mr. Vog after our weddingChris holding little Beanie. This is my favorite picture of him.Chris holding his finger up to Beanie's toe.And finally, the most important picture... Chris with his mother (Mr. Vog's sister), celebrating her 50th birthday last month.Chris, you grew to be a great man.xxoo[...]

Michael Phelps endorsing Ann Arbor and Visa.


As the Olympic stud, I mean, swimmer strokes his way to as many medals as humanly possible, lets take a peek as he wanders through the streets of Ann Arbor. Obviously, that cool Visa enabled phone is burning a hole in his pocket. The area featured is State Street, between Liberty and William. You'll notice Shaman Drum bookstore, and of course Amer's Deli. Listen close as he'll say "sammitch".

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Little Man- Troublemaker?!?


I'm such a mysteryAs anyone can seeThere isn'tAnybody elseExactly quiteLike me'And whenIt's party timeLike 1999I party by myselfBecause I'm suchA special guyI'm a troublemakerNever been a fakerDoing thingsMy own wayAnd never giving upI'm a troublemakerNot a double takerI don't haveThe patienceTo keep itOn the up"Troublemaker" by WeezerLittle Man (LM) is my son. He is 6. When he was one, his favorite toys were flash cards. Our house was littered with ABC's and 123's. He would line them up in their proper order and say the letter names phonetically. He grouped numbers to 100, then by 2's, 3's, etc. He would go insane if you messed up their "order". Puzzles were fun one time only, all done correctly no matter how many pieces there were. He loved (and still loves) television, and would watch it only if the closed caption option was set on the set. He refused to speak until he was 2 1/2 years old. He spent over a year in speech therapy, from 18 months to 2 1/2 years. It did no good. He communicated using sign language that I taught him. He taught himself how to read at the age of 2. I knew he could speak, because he would read out loud to himself if he thought no one was in the room. I mentioned this to his speech therapist, she insisted to have him tested for autism. On his 2nd birthday, he took their autism test. I told the therapists that he didn't have autism, that he was just very smart. They told me I wasn't objective enough, I was his mother...what did I know? When the results came back, the report confirmed my opinion. He did not have autism, and that he exceeded the tests scale of 48 months. Yep, he showed them he was very smart. The systems only solution was to continue speech therapy, and I was told "have fun educating him". Uh-huh. Thanks for nothing. When LM decided to speak, he was 2 1/2, and he spoke in complete paragraphs. He hasn't shut up since.On to education. He went off to pre-school and would read to the kids in his class. He drew elaborate pictures of the solar system, he socialized and had fun. They let him rule his roost. Sadly, kindergarten came and I watched him become sullen. He was convinced he had been placed in the wrong class, telling me and his teacher that he really needed to be in at least first grade. He didn't understand that he couldn't just move up to where he "needed to be". He questioned why I wasn't helping him convince the school that he was in the wrong place. Behind the scenes, I was helping him, I thought. I was in contact with the principle, his teacher, telling them he needed harder work to do. All they would focus on was his "aloofness", his "attitude", his "disrespect for authority and his peers". He was deemed a troublemaker, and spent most of his day in "time-out", and when that didn't show any positive results he was sent to the principles office. 4 times in the head of the schools office in one year, 3 of those times were between April-June. He had had enough, as did his teacher, the principle, and finally, me. Despite trying to be proactive from the very start of the year, my communications with his school dwindled down to me getting an earful from the principle about my parenting skills. NO ONE listened to me about how perhaps he was academically gifted, and was bored with their curriculum. I was told that "every child is gifted, and that our school district is challenging enough for his needs". Uh-huh. The last week of kindergarten, I started looking for a school that he would fit into. One that would not let him waste an entire year learning things he learned when he was 2 and 3. The day after k[...]

"A Rivers Runs Through It..."


Thanks to Red wishing Mr. Cuomo a happy birthday, I now have a new band obsession. I never paid Weezer much attention. I heard their hits on the radio, read silly stories about Rivers (my favorite: he lost his wallet at a show, some fans found it and returned it to him... In appreciation, he gave them his Harvard student I.D. The fans promptly turned around and sold it on eBay for $2500.00) and that was as far as it went. After the visit to Red's blog, I began hearing some of their new songs on XM. Curious, I splurged and spent $9.99 of my iTunes gift card for the Red Album. I can't get the songs out of my head, I can't stop reading about Rivers- he is strangely fascinating, and I secretly wish I could invite him over so we could hang out... I am pathetic. Hubby rolled his eyes at me when I said, "If more people like Rivers were in my life, I might be more interested in people". It's true....

Here is my favorite song off of the Red Album. It is a fan photo compilation, since Weezer hasn't made a video for this song, yet. It's called "The Greatest Man That Ever Lived". All right then, back to my iPod.

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The new computer has arrived.


I am back to speed with this fantastic new computer my mom gave me for an early birthday present. It is the first NEW computer I have ever owned. I love it. I will be back fairly soon with a new post about the recent death of my first boyfriend. I am still digesting the news, and the circumstances concerning it, but will have a regurgitation of my feelings about it sometime over the weekend.

Oh, the weekend.


Another week has gone by without the internet. In some ways, it is good. No pressure to visit the blogs (though I do miss my blogmates who still stay in touch with me), no time wasted looking at stupid stuff that in reality is nothing but diversions to what I really should be doing.... I did miss the ability to use it as my endless source of reference to anything I need to look up. Important information like what is the songlist for Guitar Hero On Tour for the Nintendo DS, and has Dell lowered the prices on my ultimate new desktop which now needs to be purchased since the old PC has been given the death sentence from my trusty computer guru. Yeah, poor old system has suffered hardware issues created by suspected overheating. Looks like that great computer hutch my dad gave me wasn't allowing the computer to "breathe" like it needs too. Oh well.

Luckily, I have been able to borrow a laptop to get me by until some money comes my way for the new system. I am a great hermit, who rarely socializes due to my kids, ah that's an excuse...I have trimmed the fat of friends when I admitted to myself that I can't stand to expose myself to stupidness of others for long periods of time. My stupidness, well, I can deal with it just fine. Anyways...the friends that I do have around me are great people who never hesitate to lend a helping hand when it is needed. Thanks Fluffy, and Mikey for your assistance.

In other news, I am getting over my depression caused by the Detroit Pistons elimination in the Eastern Conference Basketball playoffs.

Hope all is well with my mates who remain...

Houston, we have a problem...


Hey everyone. Well, hi to those who still come around here.

My home PC is having some major problems, which need to be dealt with by someone who has greater computer experience than I am able to muster (please Mikey!! Help me soon!). I am using my hubby's laptop to write this post. Of course, this is his work laptop which leaves with him come Monday. So unless my computer guru feels really sorry for me, I'll be out of the loop here until hubby returns next week... Fuck, another week without the internet.

Epcot emailed me...


(image) These images were taken on the Spaceship Earth ride at Epcot. When you exit the ride, you see your smiling face on a huge projection screen. There are several computer kiosks that enable you to send the image to your home PC. How cool is that?

We're back!


It was fun. More later, I am still recovering.

Going on vacation.


(image) Look! The entire Disney family has invited us to dinner, and we accepted! We are embarking on a 4 day 3 night adventure on Tuesday. Our first vacation since LittleMan was 10 months old. Ah, yeah, he'll be 6 on April 20, so its been a long time. I can't believe we are doing this. It'll be insane. I'll let you know how it all goes when we get back.

CamieVision has returned!


In association with DrunkPunkTV,
CamieVision is pleased to present
her first video of 2008. Click and


(hey Dinners or you have a copy of my cartoon image? You know, the ones we used to use before our videos.... If so, could one of you email it to me? Thanks)