<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:04:32.668-07:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='Christmas 2008'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='quiting'/><category term='photography'/><category term='God'/><category term='visit'/><category term='twilight the movie'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='school'/><category term='Names'/><category term='Body Worlds Exhibit'/><category term='Obama to win ?'/><category term='presidential debate'/><category term='teenagers'/><category term='Morality'/><category term='piercings'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='stationery'/><category term='Seven Random Things'/><category term='vote'/><category term='the stock market'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Obama the President'/><category term='Soul Mates'/><category term='Quit smoking'/><category term='W'/><category term='Quilt'/><category term='Colin Powell'/><title type='text'>Honesty = Oxygen</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to share, vent and dream. A bit of anything and everything.  Politics, religion, family, teenagers, money...yada yada.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-5455582248219914582</id><published>2010-02-02T11:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:26:21.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Names'/><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>For over a year I have been toying with the idea of changing my last name.  When I was divorced, going back to my maiden name Burt didn't seem logical since the girls were in school with their dad's name.  Yes, Burt to Herbert and back again...yes laugh it is by far one of the dorkiest name changes ever!  :)   And in the event that I fall in love again, I never plan to remarry and who's to say he will have a better replacement to assist my name-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;induced&lt;/span&gt; trauma?   Either way the girls are getting older and there is less of a need to match them like peas in a pod.  Soon enough they will be married off and I will have grandchildren with completely random last names I'm sure.  (that is not a request girls....I would be happy without grandchildren for many years! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)  So 99% sure I would like to go with the new last name Snow.  It is a family name on my mother's side and I think sounds solid but pretty at the same time.  The girls actually like it too and want to change theirs as well, but we will have to get past their dad...so dunno if that will happen.  So....Camille Snow.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whaddaya&lt;/span&gt; think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all like it, because I filed papers this morning.  :)  (brave Cami Doodle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-5455582248219914582?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5455582248219914582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=5455582248219914582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/5455582248219914582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/5455582248219914582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-3050193210665376452</id><published>2009-10-10T18:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:01:46.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Scotland</title><content type='html'>My favorite photographer has been in Scotland, check out his blog. Beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tao-of-digital-photography.blogspot.com/2009/08/preturnaturally-sublime-beauty-of.html"&gt;http://tao-of-digital-photography.blogspot.com/2009/08/preturnaturally-sublime-beauty-of.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-3050193210665376452?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3050193210665376452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=3050193210665376452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3050193210665376452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3050193210665376452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-scotland.html' title='Amazing Scotland'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-650075443014087138</id><published>2009-10-07T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:41:54.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Another Philosophy Paper Down!  :)</title><content type='html'>Is it rational to believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind belief in God in not rational; however with all of the knowledge we have at our disposal we can surely make a rational choice to believe or not.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To imagine God as a grandfatherly "Gandolf" figure with a long white beard, we cross into an area of presumption without validation.  We must try to remove any physical preconceptions the human mind can conceive of in order to make any concept of God reasonable.  If we choose to simply use sound judgment and define God as a creator or rather an artist who assembled the pieces from the already existing materials in the universe to create a world and its inhabitants, then we fall closer to a realm of possibility.  Any being capable of that task is beyond our finite understanding but not beyond belief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we define rationale or reason, we learn it is to be in accordance with common sense or normal practice.  So, what we do have to work with is the unified strength of many intelligent minds over time that can help us with this age old quandary.  Through the current knowledge provided by the physical sciences (physics, biology etc), we can see the intelligent design of our own human bodies and of our wonderful planet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are components of our biological structure (such as the eye) that rule out the possibility of evolution.  Evolution defined as a means of adaptation is a proven reality, but evolution as a means of human creation is not a biological possibility.  Something from nothing is an impossibility.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are not self-existing beings.  We are the biological product of our parents.  Yes, once matured we can exist on our own, but our individual creation follows a course, a process that can be mapped.  Every original creation must have a map or set of instructions, and every map requires a master designer who understands the path.  If our creation was within our comprehension then we would be self-existent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beyond the physical human body there is an undefinable life energy.  Uncharted by any science, call it the soul, the spirit, or the undeniable life force that burns as long as we live.  Like a fingerprint it is unique to everyone and defines our personality.  A personality cannot merely be predicted or measured by genetics and environment.  The beauty of the soul, like a flower or a rain forest confirms for me further evidence of a creator because of its' unique quality.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If reason is a justification for beliefs, then yes, we can find a rational avenue for a belief in God.  When we try to use or corrupt that belief in God for power or control then it creates irrational behavior.  Sadly, two missing towers in New York City are evidence of this.  For most, a belief in God improves quality of life and provides a moral compass.  However abstract or incomprehensible the concept of God may be, when God is defined as a creator, it is absolutely rational to believe in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-650075443014087138?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/650075443014087138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=650075443014087138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/650075443014087138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/650075443014087138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-philosophy-paper-down.html' title='Another Philosophy Paper Down!  :)'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-2449494273122654632</id><published>2009-09-15T21:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:26:31.274-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morality'/><title type='text'>Phil paper</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been so long since I posted, school and work keep me pretty busy. Wanted to share my latest Philosophy paper. Would love any thoughts you guys have on the topic! The question was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be moral when it is not in my best interest to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morality affects us on every level of human existence. How is it not always in my best interest to be moral? If in the moment of choice we understand that remaining moral is in our best interest, then regardless of the situation it is an easy decision. We are guided toward morality through our conscience. Maybe not as colorful as Jiminy Cricket, or as condemning as the threat of Hell created by organized religion, conscience is very real. A guide we can choose follow or ignore, but an immoral life is not without natural consequences. Some see our conscience as a spiritual reaction to immoral behavior; personally I believe it is completely biological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a physiological level, it has been proven that we benefit from the release of endorphins and other chemical reactions that increase function, healing, and growth through every system of the body. I believe negative actions also release chemicals as a warning system to alter our unsafe or immoral behavior. We interpret those as our conscience or instinct. If we trust the higher function of our brain to keep us safe and happy, it will do so. Lack of conscience (or a chemical imbalance) could explain a mass murderer who displays no guilt but has been raised without abuse or any other environmental reason for his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mental state of well being has a direct impact on our physical health. I believe that negative emotions like shame or guilt can fester over time and manifest themselves as cancer or other serious health problems. If we act immorally, the body actually works against us. The mainstream medical community has tied stomach ulcers to stress; however, they have yet to prove or acknowledge that other diseases are related to mental health. I predict in the years to come that many more health issues will be tied to our coping mechanisms, actions and even our decisions. Depression and lethargy definitely act against our best interest. With all of the environmental and genetic stresses our bodies endure, why would we consciously add to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral behavior reinforces our personal integrity and self-worth, which also contribute to our mental stability. Without our integrity, does anything else matter? Personally I choose morality, I see it as a key to happiness and wellness. Both of which are in my best interest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-2449494273122654632?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2449494273122654632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=2449494273122654632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/2449494273122654632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/2449494273122654632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/phil-paper.html' title='Phil paper'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-4522537102813360394</id><published>2009-04-30T18:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:00:45.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SfpFogScdSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_8knHx30JQk/s1600-h/tao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330649671110784290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SfpFogScdSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_8knHx30JQk/s320/tao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and White Photography has always been one of my deepest passions. Something about the lack of color adds another dimension, leaving an honest, almost raw image. Anyway I found a new photographer, rivalling...yes I dare say.. Ansel Adams! Please take a minute to check this site out...I was amazed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilachinski.com/digital_images_intro.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tao of Digital Photography&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-4522537102813360394?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4522537102813360394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=4522537102813360394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/4522537102813360394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/4522537102813360394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SfpFogScdSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_8knHx30JQk/s72-c/tao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-6334051843656778145</id><published>2009-04-16T07:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:33:54.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>A new book</title><content type='html'>Flesh and blood quickly becoming a thing of the past, live interaction going out like the cut of my jeans.  A diary for the world to read, what a strange concept.  No longer stuffed between matress and springs, not hidden from small prying siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book of faces, a declaration to the world, a digital facebook, a brilliant creation.  A history of an entire civilization stored in bytes, where children are displayed like prize winning fair animals.  Generation X converts their memories to mega bytes.  Generation 'why' finds a new place to be angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lovers and friends faces haunting my dreams again.  Some reunions sweet, dripping sugar, others painful, twenty year old scabs removed.  So many years past teen spirit, past superficial judgment and yet strangely a cast system comes rushing back with no cause.  A cheerleader's body ruined by alcohol and too many babies, but still she believes she is somehow better than me.  The sweet boy no one noticed now in the hollywood spotlight, suddenly everyone wants to be his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyful memories of fun times with good friends catch me off guard and bring me to tears.  A love from sixth grade, handsome even grey, a wonderful find but rude, crushed even after all these years.  Emotions running hot and high as if still charged by the hormones of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark cloud with a silver lining?  A brilliant new interface?  Pushing so hard to connect to everyone, quickly typing conversations to fill curiosity.  Wondering how many years away we are from complete physical disconnect.  Will our children go to school online to avoid the bullies and the drugs?  How is honest communication achieved in our cyber world without a voice, without body language?  How long until we all live in a small box without windows, only a bed and a computer?  Sperm banks shipping product via FedEx already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how long?  Maybe a book of faces can tell us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-6334051843656778145?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6334051843656778145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=6334051843656778145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/6334051843656778145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/6334051843656778145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-book.html' title='A new book'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-8716286135425702214</id><published>2009-04-14T09:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:21:29.766-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visit'/><title type='text'>Visit</title><content type='html'>The Carson City kids (my brother's family) spent this last week in Utah and we had a really great visit!  Every time they are here there are always a million things going on and the time seems to go by in such a blur they are gone before we know it.  This visit was special because it was Summer's Birthday and the Easter weekend, but honestly just them being in town makes it a special occasion.  I will keep the cheese to a minimum, but I have to say, I really love my family and I am so amazed at the wonderful little people my siblings are raising!  I am blessed with 8 nieces and nephews, each one a phenomenal miniature human!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SeS3qjyXp8I/AAAAAAAAACs/wt7anDAxp8c/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SeS3qjyXp8I/AAAAAAAAACs/wt7anDAxp8c/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324582601247664066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa Dave &amp;amp; the Carson Kids Easter morning, super cute!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-8716286135425702214?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8716286135425702214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=8716286135425702214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/8716286135425702214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/8716286135425702214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/visit.html' title='Visit'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SeS3qjyXp8I/AAAAAAAAACs/wt7anDAxp8c/s72-c/IMG_1525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-7642212762560458137</id><published>2009-03-27T10:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:11:33.075-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quit smoking'/><title type='text'>Funny random observation for the day</title><content type='html'>You know when you buy and new car and then notice the same make/model everywhere you look?  Well this week I have noticed more posters, commercials and ads for smokers than ever before.  I just have to tell you about one that I read that almost threw me on the floor with laughter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my pediatricians office they had a poster listing ten reasons why life would be better if you quit smoking, things like "your house &amp;amp; clothes will smell better" (I'm thinking, that's true).  So I get to number five and it says, "you will have fewer burns on your clothes and furniture"......FEWER?  LMAO!!  Like a normal person, a non-smoker should expect SOME burns in their clothing, but if you quit smoking, you will have a fewer number of burns than usual.  Sigh...LOL....Who writes this crap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-7642212762560458137?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7642212762560458137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=7642212762560458137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/7642212762560458137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/7642212762560458137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-random-observation-for-day.html' title='Funny random observation for the day'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-8670098458414160418</id><published>2009-03-23T16:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:25:32.032-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilt'/><title type='text'>Quilt to Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/ScgU9w4QEQI/AAAAAAAAACk/SJeCGlxu2lk/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/ScgU9w4QEQI/AAAAAAAAACk/SJeCGlxu2lk/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316522411436282114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first quilt, tackled in a week!  A square for everyone I love and some memory pieces from favorite baby clothes, old shirts and even grandma's old table cloth.  Basically the oddest collaboration of colors and fabrics ever, but I love it.  This quilt kept me distracted while I quit smoking, a blanket that saves lives....*covering Daisy's ears*...LOL, most people have dogs who save lives!  The whole project was so extremely domestic that I almost wonder if I have been abducted by aliens, but hey I can check something off the bucket list!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/ScgU9McEG4I/AAAAAAAAACc/d73QUcCAvTc/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/ScgU9McEG4I/AAAAAAAAACc/d73QUcCAvTc/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316522401654381442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-8670098458414160418?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8670098458414160418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=8670098458414160418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/8670098458414160418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/8670098458414160418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/quilting-for-quiting.html' title='Quilt to Quit'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/ScgU9w4QEQI/AAAAAAAAACk/SJeCGlxu2lk/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-24277336512998149</id><published>2009-03-20T18:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:02:26.825-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiting'/><title type='text'>The Truth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; we have all heard the advertising &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;campaign&lt;/span&gt; "the truth about smoking", so I would like to share the truth about quiting!  Today is day 6 of my smoke free life, and this week has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; *cough* from Hell.  For all of my friends and family who are smoking, I would still encourage you to quit just because I'm selfish (Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;) and want to die before any of you, so you may want to stop reading here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth they don't tell you about quiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your children/teenagers may die in the process, or kill you which ever comes first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the hype about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;taste buds&lt;/span&gt; returning is NOT a good thing when your butt doesn't need any additional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;twinkie&lt;/span&gt; padding!!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As my sense of smell is also returning, I now have no problem finding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cat box&lt;/span&gt; when I am in the basement.  :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All these years of showering before I go out so that I won't smell like cigarettes is strangely still necessary everyday!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Dunno why but the two have always gone together in my brain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Same goes for brushing my teeth...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Damn it&lt;/span&gt; the task is still necessary!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am no longer physically addicted to cigarettes.  Now I am addicted to nicotine gum (fives times as expensive per piece)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least....Now I will live to a ripe old age and with all the money I save I can afford the nursing home where I can live out those extra years!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;As with any loss there is a grieving process, I am sure that my current stage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt; is anger....sigh, I'll post again when I get to acceptance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-24277336512998149?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/24277336512998149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=24277336512998149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/24277336512998149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/24277336512998149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/truth.html' title='The Truth...'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-2402124581584262479</id><published>2009-02-09T08:34:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:20:05.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great timing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SZBXWswQo7I/AAAAAAAAACU/J-CrcApzlX0/s1600-h/tree+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SZBXWswQo7I/AAAAAAAAACU/J-CrcApzlX0/s320/tree+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300832808897389490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SZBWudoPZOI/AAAAAAAAACM/oxuTAM4l1kM/s1600-h/tree+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SZBWudoPZOI/AAAAAAAAACM/oxuTAM4l1kM/s320/tree+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300832117642454242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it was just great timing or if I have great guardian angels, but this morning after a heavy snow one of our big trees lost a limb and just missed me!  It fell where I stand every morning while my dog (remember I'm not a dog person!) is doing her 'business'.  I turned around, came in and then the limb fell, it would have gone through my chest!  Scared the crap out of me!!  It hit the back door, luckily my patio furniture buffered the fall or it might have gone through the glass.  Think I will stay out of the back yard today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SZBRY3UJLvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CxQ81tvUGfw/s1600-h/tree+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SZBRY3UJLvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CxQ81tvUGfw/s320/tree+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300826249022222066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-2402124581584262479?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2402124581584262479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=2402124581584262479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/2402124581584262479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/2402124581584262479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-timing.html' title='Great timing...'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SZBXWswQo7I/AAAAAAAAACU/J-CrcApzlX0/s72-c/tree+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-6421326521099825389</id><published>2009-02-05T21:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:30:22.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stationery'/><title type='text'>Random Observation</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share my random observation for the day.  So we all know that our society is changing to an electronic world by leaps and bounds, nothing new, but today I had a sad moment when I found a small victim of our new world.  Stationery is gone.  Yes, yes laugh at me if you must, but it's true and I am sad about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple lined writing tablets in pretty colors, covered in little bears or angels in the corner with matching envelopes are just simply hard to find.  Sure I could probably find some online somewhere or special order something personalized, but I just want to write a letter to my grandma....sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to four different stores, including hallmark and staples and couldn't find any!  Sure they have tons of paper you can throw into a laser printer, but come on, doesn't anyone write...physically write letters anymore?  Eighty year old grandmas don't do e-mail and they think a blackberry is well a berry.  Phone calls are appreciated, but forgotten in moments of senility.  A letter is physical evidence that someone still loves them and took the time to tell them with a stamp and a trip to the post office.  It can be read over again and can't be misunderstood even if their hearing is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the speed and ease of computers, but sometimes it is sad how oddly disconnected we all are now with this era of constantly improving connections.  If anyone happens across some stationery, let me know where you found it, thanks much!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-6421326521099825389?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6421326521099825389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=6421326521099825389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/6421326521099825389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/6421326521099825389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-observation.html' title='Random Observation'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-4717660043013660846</id><published>2009-01-20T21:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:43:03.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>Amazing Day!</title><content type='html'>Driving, driving through Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;Early, roads slick from fog, hot coffee two sugars&lt;br /&gt;Sun peaking over mountain tops, leaving hazy valleys&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful red sculptures of rock and boulder&lt;br /&gt;Snow, bright, so bright as the sun finds me&lt;br /&gt;Stop, buy sunglasses for this east bound drive&lt;br /&gt;Driving again, engine purring loving the open road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remains, bless the deer, now a crow's breakfast&lt;br /&gt;No radio, snow patrol sings to my soul&lt;br /&gt;January 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, a new president on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Still no radio, more mountains, more snow&lt;br /&gt;Trucks, so many trucks hauling America on their backs&lt;br /&gt;Construction, orange barrels and sage brush&lt;br /&gt;Wind mills pulling energy from God's breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Static, Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nalick&lt;/span&gt; tells me to breathe, be patient&lt;br /&gt;A cowboy croons through static, maybe now..surfing&lt;br /&gt;Green river frozen, lone hawk circles..majestic&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  More static but almost audible news station&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt;, no longer shushing, but swearing an oath&lt;br /&gt;Violin, piano.. John Williams draws peace into the portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying his hand on a bible once touched by Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;Tears held back for fear of streaming mascara&lt;br /&gt;'Deer crossing next five miles'&lt;br /&gt;Still driving, old friend waiting for a hug&lt;br /&gt;A voice of hope, a voice of integrity and strength&lt;br /&gt;Swearing to lead and hold our nation&lt;br /&gt;Many watching, trusting and listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost out of gas, out of coffee, pulling in&lt;br /&gt;Inside truckers huddle, small crowded lounge with cable&lt;br /&gt;Some with fear, others with hope, watching our fledgling leader&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, don't want to miss.. smiling at fellow commuter&lt;br /&gt;"We have a new president!", too excited not to speak, pumping gas&lt;br /&gt;He smiles back, "Should I be excited?"  "Yes!" I flash&lt;br /&gt;"Should we do cartwheels or pray?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do both!" I reply at the handsome face, pulling away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio back on, words of humility, words of hope&lt;br /&gt;Faith in this new leader fills me, brimming tears&lt;br /&gt;Road blurs, fight lost with mascara as tears roll&lt;br /&gt;National Anthem, powerful poem by Elizabeth from Yale&lt;br /&gt;Prayer from a man who walked with a legend&lt;br /&gt;Static returns, gifted pocket of reception drifting away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold play explains the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;Baron desert, beautiful, open and endless&lt;br /&gt;'Continental Divide 7000 ft'&lt;br /&gt;America and her power vibrate through my tires&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, free, alone I fly across her plains&lt;br /&gt;On this day of monumental promises from greatness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-4717660043013660846?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4717660043013660846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=4717660043013660846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/4717660043013660846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/4717660043013660846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing-day.html' title='Amazing Day!'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-3270595255218422124</id><published>2009-01-09T03:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:55:44.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics tag</title><content type='html'>Not tagging anyone specific, just for who ever wants to play.......... post one of your fav songs.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Breathe (2 am)  by Anna Nalick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; "Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Like they have any right at all to criticize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one can find the rewind button, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So cradle your head in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And breathe... just breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; In May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; "Just a day", he sat down to the flask in his fist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; "Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one can find the rewind button, boys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So cradle your head in your hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And breathe... just breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; There's a light at each end of this tunnel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; If you only try turning around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Threatening the life it belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And I know that you'll use them, however you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one can find the rewind button now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Sing it if you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; and breathe, just breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; woah breathe, just breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; oh breathe, just breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-3270595255218422124?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3270595255218422124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=3270595255218422124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3270595255218422124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3270595255218422124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/lyrics-tag.html' title='Lyrics tag'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-919204307963589776</id><published>2008-12-24T06:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:46:54.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2008'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!  I am not very 'PC' but honestly I don't give a crap and really don't want to go around saying happy holidays so that I won't offend anyone.  Come on, stop blubbering and deal with the semantics, it is nice to have one month out of the year when you can feel justified to talk to strangers and wish them well.  See now, how sad is that, even 'merry christmas' requires a disclaimer in this crazy world we live in!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the Christians (one random monk 1500 years ago who was placed in charge of deciding when Christ was probably born)  dumped this holiday over the pagan winter solstice, you could say happy snowflake season and it would mean the same to me.  This is the first year that I am going through the Christmas season with new eyes (having shattered my rose colored religious glasses this last year), and have to say it is a bit of a let down.    For any of my Mormon family members who are now hyperventilating and dialing my ward bishop's office or the relief society president, please breathe and relax, I don't have a seat reserved in Hell yet.  It is possible that critical thinking should not be applied to religion because they require one to have faith, but at this point in my life I am saturated with Santa, unicorns and Joseph Smith!  I just want the truth.  If tomorrow they find the North Pole or unearth a coin from ANY city claiming to exist in the Book of Mormon I will embrace the fat man in the red suit, kiss him square on the mouth and beg his forgiveness for my disbelief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 'bit of a let down' I mentioned above.... I have to say it is really only a small bit of a let down, honestly I am ashamed to say that when I was a practicing Christian I must not have been a very good one.  Christmas is pretty much the same as ever and I have realized that I never did really celebrate Christ during this holiday.  When I was a child, I remember reading the story of the Christ child with my parents.  Now as a parent, I look back and see that I have never once done the same with my girls.  So ya, the moment of worry about how this Christmas will be different this year is kind of a mute point.  Christmas for me is lights, family, good food, love, time with my girls and well a whole crap load of gifts and too much money spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, whatever the season is to you.....I wish you all the best!  Peace, Cami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-919204307963589776?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/919204307963589776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=919204307963589776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/919204307963589776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/919204307963589776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-1365524647696484699</id><published>2008-12-18T12:59:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:34:54.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2008'/><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>They say children learn by repetition, in fact its main purpose is to reinforce memory. Christmas traditions are a wonderful way of creating repetition for our children and families over the holidays. The sights, smells and sounds of the traditions we start will imprint memories for years to come. Even the simple ones, like the taste of egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt;, will bring back all the joy and love from years past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favorite is opening a new ornament on X-mas Eve, each person gets a new ornament to hang on the tree. My mother started this tradition when we were small, then as adults she gave us all of our ornaments for our family trees. I've loved this tradition and have carried it on with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every family has traditions and no matter how simple they are, even if they don't cost a dime, don't underestimate their importance. In this crazy commercial era we are living in, I worry that traditions are dying away. Like compound interest, traditions compound love through memories over the years. They bring us back to footy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; and laying awake waiting for Santa. They bond us to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt;, awe us with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt; and remind us why all of the hard work we do at Christmas time is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, without something to look forward to....What else is there? I won't be in footy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; this year, but I will lay awake, not excited for Santa, but to see my girls open their gifts. In two years they won't remember what I gave them under the tree, they will remember laughing over the butterscotch pull-a-parts that we made Christmas morning....because we do it every year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-1365524647696484699?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1365524647696484699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=1365524647696484699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/1365524647696484699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/1365524647696484699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-1971371200808547806</id><published>2008-11-21T09:04:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:35:10.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight the movie'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Wow, went to the midnight showing of Twilight (thanks to sweet sister Summer) and I loved it! It was fascinating to see how many people were there and as in love with the book as I was. :) They had every theater showing the movie, plus they had another showing at 2:30! In our theater there were only three men and a very fun crowd of hyper horny women of all ages. You would have thought we were about to see men strip on stage the way they were acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SSbhZmdLcKI/AAAAAAAAABk/kczapXFQKAE/s1600-h/twilightpic22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271148243819655330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SSbhZmdLcKI/AAAAAAAAABk/kczapXFQKAE/s320/twilightpic22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie stayed true to the book and I really loved the actors they used. Edward was not exactly right, but part of the magic of the book was building him in your own mind as your own dream man. To their credit he was pretty damn close to my fantasies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This author, Stephanie Meyer has a brilliant way of building an amazing amount of sexual tension without sex and my guess is that a lot of men last night were raped as their women got home from the movies! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;... K, but seriously the energy there was palpable! Afterwards, standing around with the gals we went with, one of them said, "I'm going home and asking my husband to stick his hands in the freezer before he touches me!". We all had a good laugh and if you have no clue what I'm talking about, you better go see the movie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a final thought, I was very impressed with the fact that in our day of the "modern independent woman", we are still attracted to the protective side of a man. Guys, you should see this movie too, even if just to see what makes us tick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-1971371200808547806?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1971371200808547806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=1971371200808547806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/1971371200808547806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/1971371200808547806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SSbhZmdLcKI/AAAAAAAAABk/kczapXFQKAE/s72-c/twilightpic22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-969845393010684489</id><published>2008-11-18T08:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:04:54.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Teenager Moment</title><content type='html'>Let me take a moment to vent about my teenager who I love so very #$%* much.  *sigh*  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I was her age once and I remember dragging out of bed every morning and heading off to school, but twenty-one years is a long time and well maybe I don't remember it well enough to have sympathy for her.  She hates it, hates school with a passion!  Almost every morning the last couple of weeks she asks me if she can stay home, only once did I relent because I think she really didn't feel good.  So every morning we argue before she leaves, which makes both of our days start out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt;!   Her poor little sister is usually caught in the drama and so also has a wonderful start to her day...not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Why do I make her go?  Is it for the education?  &lt;em&gt;*rolling my eyes at the public school system*&lt;/em&gt;  Do I really hate her and just want to torture her? (that's what she thinks)  Maybe I want her to suffer the pain I did in school, no that can't be it.  Kids are so cruel to each other, that is the main reason I considered home schooling them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is... everyday of her whole adult life she will need to get up and go to work and sadly that is the best thing school does for our children.  With the exception of a few brilliant, caring teachers who give a damn, school is merely conditioning for later life.  Just a way to teach our kids how to cope with the day in day out blahs.  In our society today with all of its modern conveniences, we just don't have enough at home to provide that kind of conditioning.  Most of us don't live on farms where we can send teenagers out to do chores for hours on end, help plow a field or bring in a crop.  Our basic survival now comes out of a tap, a grocery store and is handed to us.   There is no cow in our back yard crying to be milked or hungry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squawking&lt;/span&gt; chickens to feed.  As long as a teenager knows how to operate a microwave they will not starve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to when I was a kid and remember all of the things that my parents did, (that at the time I hated) that contributed to my strong work ethic and I am grateful now.  At the time getting out of bed on a Saturday morning to help rake leaves instead of watching cartoons really sucked, but now I understand my Dad and I hope I will be able to give my kids what he gave me.  What I really wish I could do is take my teenagers to a third world country where school is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; give them a sense of how much they have to be grateful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, any suggestions on how to get a burned out kid to school would be more than welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-969845393010684489?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/969845393010684489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=969845393010684489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/969845393010684489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/969845393010684489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/teenager-moment.html' title='Teenager Moment'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-3450103866765634709</id><published>2008-11-04T23:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:02:50.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama the President'/><title type='text'>So Proud</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am absolutely overwhelmed...can't find the right words, but just want to say how completely proud I am to be an American.  America made the right choice tonight and I am honored to have been a part of that.  Obama will be a powerful president!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-3450103866765634709?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3450103866765634709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=3450103866765634709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3450103866765634709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3450103866765634709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-proud.html' title='So Proud'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-3720669740188242681</id><published>2008-10-30T12:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:57:03.776-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Vote!</title><content type='html'>I voted today. I've voted in every election except one since I was old enough to vote. Today was different, can't tell you why or what triggered the feelings I experienced today as opposed to other years, but it was almost overwhelming. Hopefully if I spill my blog guts I can explain it to both of us. The line was long, of course I happened to go during lunch hour, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;! I shuffled my feet and listened to the older couple behind me complain about the line. I felt myself silently pulled into their complaint and felt annoyed. Looking at the crowd I was sure most of them were voting against my candidate and I wondered if my vote would matter anyway. I fought with myself and almost got out of line to come back later, if ever. In front of me stood a girl, maybe 18 or 19 (I'm sure it was her first time), she came alone, looked nervous but excited. So I decided to ignore ma and pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grumpybear&lt;/span&gt; and just enjoy the experience that only comes a few times in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Early voting was held at the Ice Sheet (a new ice rink opened for the last winter Olympics here in Utah), and the line wrapped around the upper floor of the rink. A single woman was skating, tall windows behind her with our Rocky Mountains only yards away painted in autumn colors. Olympic flags draped the walls and the lights of the arena were low as she skated with her shadow. Chills went through me, through the glass that separated me from the floor made of ice. As she skated the line became quiet and I looked around to find everyone as mesmerized as I was. The virgin voter, ma and pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grumpybear&lt;/span&gt; and maybe thirty other voters. An image of the voting lines in Iraq flashed through my mind and I almost choked on the contrast. Iraq, where the voters were surrounded by armed guards to protect their new right to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right to have a voice, the right to decide who runs this country.  As a woman with a great respect for women's suffrage, it would be criminal not to vote.  Needless to say, I stayed in line and waited my turn and voted.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MSNBC&lt;/span&gt; yesterday used the term "the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; Women's vote" and so as offensive as that is (Yes I shop there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) I guess I have now been classified.  Regardless of how we are grouped, we all have an &lt;strong&gt;equal&lt;/strong&gt; say, one vote.  One of the only times we are all on the same playing field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so like a dork I proudly wore my big red 'I VOTED' sticker for the rest of my errands all afternoon.  Be proud, Use your voice, Vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-3720669740188242681?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3720669740188242681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=3720669740188242681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3720669740188242681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3720669740188242681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/vote.html' title='Vote!'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-1602158092520643262</id><published>2008-10-29T11:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:46:04.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama to win ?'/><title type='text'>For Lindsay :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/L/Q/2/obama-will-win.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 471px" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/L/Q/2/obama-will-win.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/L/Q/2/obama-will-win.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-1602158092520643262?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1602158092520643262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=1602158092520643262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/1602158092520643262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/1602158092520643262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-lindsay.html' title='For Lindsay :)'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-3497108166089214738</id><published>2008-10-26T03:36:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:50:37.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>Sleep eludes me again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The dark princess beckons me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;silky locks slip through my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;time crawls to find me watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So beautiful just beyond my grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;lashes bat to tease my cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;limbs move in stumbling protest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She twists away as I strain to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;arching her back slightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;morning winks from the curve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Early smells surround my twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;as finally she comes to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;curling my mind with her spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A tear slides to kiss the pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;as relief sweeps over me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;aching need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quenched&lt;/span&gt; by warm blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then all too quickly hiding from light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;stealing moments like diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;as dawn comes to take my princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-3497108166089214738?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3497108166089214738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=3497108166089214738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3497108166089214738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3497108166089214738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-eludes-me.html' title='Sleep eludes me again'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-8001876900781311935</id><published>2008-10-25T03:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:36:18.253-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><title type='text'>W</title><content type='html'>So I went to see "W." the movie, I wasn't going to but curiosity killed the cat person. I found myself checking the time and wishing it would end! Sorry Oliver it was boring. Freedom of speech is a beautiful thing, well most of the time, but definitely not this time. I don't want to live with blinders on like in the generation of JFK where everything a president does is completely hidden. No one is super-human and we shouldn't pretend that our leaders are perfect, BUT...there should also be some basic respect for the man or woman who is leading our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our children can't respect our president (I don't mean always agree with him), then why should we expect them to respect anyone? Hey wait they don't....not teachers, parents or even local authorities. I do believe that respect should be earned by every individual in each of those above mentioned positions, but what happened to the respect for the position they hold? Is there a middle ground? Or will the lack of respect growing in our children and future generations continue until civilization no longer resembles anything civil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie review. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, George W. Bush was a wild drinking spoiled rich kid who rarely took responsibility for his own actions (according to Oliver Stone). And as a president he has made some major mistakes, don't think anyone would deny that. But how can you make a movie about anyone and only portray the negative parts of his life? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ya, &lt;/span&gt;that was the point, but it was annoying and inaccurate. I want my eight dollars back!  I suppose maybe it is just my personality to demand the truth, the whole truth and not a fraction of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end with a couple of thoughts. Do you remember where you were and what you were doing on 9/11? Imagine now those feelings and pretend for a moment that you were our president as that happened. Go ahead, pick up a whole nation and make that boo boo all better.  Then staying in your role as president, sit back and watch helplessly as citizens of your own country sit on their roof tops waving for help for days because Hurricane Katrina has taken their homes, their whole city. I could go on but I think you get the point and I don't think any of us would have wanted to be in his shoes over the last eight years.  Regardless of how you feel about George W. Bush today, please remember he is/was our President and he was a big enough man to wrap his arms around a nation and remind us all that we would be strong enough to go on.   And we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-8001876900781311935?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8001876900781311935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=8001876900781311935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/8001876900781311935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/8001876900781311935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/w.html' title='W'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-7753115221418277803</id><published>2008-10-23T09:06:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:11:14.227-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seven Random Things'/><title type='text'>Tag I'm it....Seven Random Things</title><content type='html'>The first random thing about me is that my sis Cindy is having a birthday today! So I can't give her too much grief for tagging me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both of my now teenage girls were born in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, NV. Well, after all it is 'Sin City' what did you expect me to do there? They are both amazing people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SQCVnsYjGXI/AAAAAAAAABU/2C3jc3yTcmU/s1600-h/kendy+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260368873930299762" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SQCVnsYjGXI/AAAAAAAAABU/2C3jc3yTcmU/s400/kendy+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My passion is painting, no not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VanGogh&lt;/span&gt;-like masterpieces (although I do love Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gogh&lt;/span&gt;), but walls...ya really. Not just painting, but restoring, renovating and decorating in general. Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chics&lt;/span&gt; color their hair to feel renewed....I paint a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have owned two V.W. buses in the past and hope to restore a 1969 someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of bounce, I mean obsessively love the smell...like can't go to sleep unless my pillowcase smells like it. If they ever stop making that original scent, I may have to commit suicide. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SQChY48AA6I/AAAAAAAAABc/dLJvN3v0mLg/s1600-h/daisy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260381813741716386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SQChY48AA6I/AAAAAAAAABc/dLJvN3v0mLg/s400/daisy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a dog, a weenie dog. I am not a dog person, I am a cat person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;damn it&lt;/span&gt;! She was supposed to be my daughter's dog, but when teenage princess got too busy the dog adopted me. Her name is Daisy Duke, she is well...short like the shorts. :) I'm not a dog person, did I mention that? She is colored more like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beagle&lt;/span&gt;, but she is a weenie.  I'm not a dog person!  I love her, she is my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, I'm a whore for Ethiopian Coffee!  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-7753115221418277803?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7753115221418277803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=7753115221418277803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/7753115221418277803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/7753115221418277803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-im-itseven-random-things.html' title='Tag I&apos;m it....Seven Random Things'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SQCVnsYjGXI/AAAAAAAAABU/2C3jc3yTcmU/s72-c/kendy+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-4863918320940227121</id><published>2008-10-22T09:13:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:46:07.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Worlds Exhibit'/><title type='text'>Body Worlds Exhibit</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to the most amazing exhibit! Definitely not for everyone, Body Worlds in their words... "Shows the complexity, resilience, and vulnerability of the human body through anatomical studies of the body in distress, disease, and optimal health". The whole show, if you have not heard about it, is actual human bodies and parts of the body that have gone through a preservation process called plastination. It is absolutely fascinating, see for yourself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SP9Gfij4UqI/AAAAAAAAABM/Idi3v7Hsqfs/s1600-h/body+worlds.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260000397459215010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SP9Gfij4UqI/AAAAAAAAABM/Idi3v7Hsqfs/s400/body+worlds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodyworlds.com/en.html"&gt;http://www.bodyworlds.com/en.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past their was some controversy over the origin of the bodies for this type of exhibit, however this one had a very clear disclaimer that all of the bodies were donated with full consent and awareness of what they would be used for. In fact they had information on how you could sign up to donate if you were interested! The other main point of controversy is the basic respect for the human body and human life. I personally felt it was handled very respectfully with an attitude of medical research, exploration and education. I enjoyed the written displays almost as much as the bodies themselves. My Dad's favorite narration said....the human heart is the first organ to begin working and the last one to stop functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only once did the reality of the actual human bodies revolt me. They displayed the growth of a child in the womb, from 5 weeks after conception up until birth. The little bodies were beautiful but never made it into the world, as a mother it was upsetting and hard to see. After all I spend many months of my life obsessing over a small human life inside of me and making sure it arrived healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adult bodies were posed in these amazing athletic, graceful poses to show off every muscle, artery, tendon and bone. They were beautiful, artistic and absolutely fascinating! Parental discretion advised, nothing was hidden including sexual organs. My twelve year old went with us and she was ok with everything, of course she is very intelligent and mature, not sure I would have taken a child younger than that. It was a great learning experience for her and we talked about it the whole way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course needless to say, none of us could order ribs or steak at dinner afterwards! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-4863918320940227121?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4863918320940227121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=4863918320940227121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/4863918320940227121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/4863918320940227121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/body-worlds-exhibit.html' title='Body Worlds Exhibit'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibTSlLNl_ag/SP9Gfij4UqI/AAAAAAAAABM/Idi3v7Hsqfs/s72-c/body+worlds.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-3342575310366166288</id><published>2008-10-21T00:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:08:51.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Mates'/><title type='text'>Soul mates ?</title><content type='html'>A s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oul mate&lt;/span&gt;...is there such a thing?  I would like to believe there is but recently had a conversation with a friend who is very intelligent and whom I respect and so now I am questioning the logic of the whole idea of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soul mates&lt;/span&gt;.   See I have always believed I have one, from the time I was very young, he was the imaginary friend I couldn't talk to because he was just too far away, but I knew he was there.  I honestly believe I can feel him sometimes when he is suffering or when he is happy.  (Again you say...dang is this chic nuts or what?  I'm sure you will think that in all of my blogs!)  But seriously, I believe this as much as I believe the sun will rise in the morning.  It is like part of who I am, ...no not like the crap about the "other half", I believe two whole people make a couple, I'm not looking for my other half.  I mean the understanding that he is out there, that understanding is just part of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If feelings are actually just chemical reactions and our 'souls' are just our interpretation of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; mind, then can there be a mate?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; but, even if we have no souls, and we are all only bits of energy (which we are), then why can't there be a frequency to that energy?  And is that what we feel when we are in love, just a balancing frequency...Are we actually 'in tune' with that person in the literal sense?  So why then can't there be one person on the planet that we are most perfectly in tune with?  Of course if that is true the odds of finding that "one" are well...second to none!  So in some form or another, it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; possible in my book and as long as that is true then I can sleep better with my sanity intact.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know one couple who I believe found a soulmate in each other, that would be my cute little brother and his awesome wifey.  (Fair warning if you two ever get divorced you will shatter my world....so just don't tell me K!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to take all of the wonderful pieces from each of the men I have loved in my life and imagine he would hold all of those qualities.  But lately I have realized that the importance of all of those wonderful pieces are the way they shaped me and my concept of love.  Like fine tuning a piano.  Maybe that is why I haven't found him, I still need to actualize further up the food chain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I never find him, I will still cherish the love I have experienced and been given in my life....but it would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-3342575310366166288?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3342575310366166288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=3342575310366166288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3342575310366166288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/3342575310366166288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/soul-mates.html' title='Soul mates ?'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-4462057636149279302</id><published>2008-10-19T23:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:34:24.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piercings'/><title type='text'>Teenagers!  Arggg!</title><content type='html'>So today my very pretty fifteen year old had her lip pierced! Of course she went to a shop where I had to give my consent. Crazy parent? Maybe, but here I am with this great kid who tells me everything and actually comes to me with all the crazy questions a teenager has, and so what do I do when she asks if she can mutilate her body? I say yes. *sigh* And so here is where I justify my actions, to myself, to her and hopefully purge my soul through a blog...LMAO sorry couldn't keep a straight face on that one! Oh ya and God help me when MY parents see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me today that raising a teenager brings out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; in all of us and I tend to agree. At fifteen I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;, piercings, leather mini skirts...the whole bit and yet I beg her not to do the same? When I look back, I wouldn't change any part of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adolescents&lt;/span&gt;. I am grateful to be alive with all the crazy shit we pulled, but I wouldn't change it because it helped make me who I am. She has friends who pierce body parts in basements and end up with horrible infections because their strict &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt; parents won't allow them to get piercings. Face it teenagers will end up doing whatever they want, regardless of what we want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See to me, it is like telling kids not to have sex and then not educating them or providing them protection from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;STDs&lt;/span&gt; and then these stupid parents are surprised when they have pregnant teenagers with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;venereal&lt;/span&gt; diseases! I managed a blood bank and believe me there is nothing beautiful about telling an 18 year old they have AIDS! I would rather have her be honest with me and not scared to talk to me. And yes I would hand her a box of condoms rather than raise her baby! I have morals and she knows where I stand, but I refuse to be naive and hide from this new world we are raising our kids in. Arm them, don't tie their hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-4462057636149279302?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4462057636149279302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=4462057636149279302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/4462057636149279302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/4462057636149279302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/teenagers-arggg.html' title='Teenagers!  Arggg!'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-8772030959733103565</id><published>2008-10-19T22:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:19:54.359-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin Powell'/><title type='text'>Colin endorses Obama</title><content type='html'>Amen! Colin Powell, whom I respect very much just completed echoed my fears regarding the McCain/Palin ticket and endorsed Obama! Think my fence is tumbling! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-8772030959733103565?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8772030959733103565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=8772030959733103565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/8772030959733103565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/8772030959733103565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/colin-endorses-obama.html' title='Colin endorses Obama'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-304269509919731211</id><published>2008-10-16T08:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:00:08.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidential debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><title type='text'>The Debate</title><content type='html'>Finally today I had a chance to sit down and watch this last presidential debate. *Big Sigh* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so they both have good points on all of the key issues right now, but wouldn't it be nice if either one would answer any of the questions directly instead of just setting into their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;speeches&lt;/span&gt; instigated by the key topic in the question? And really aren't we all just completely saturated by the whole process!?! Does it really matter? If you are pro one or the other you are jumping up and down right now and saying, "of course it does!". I would say to that, if we paid as much attention to who we elect to the house and senate as we are paying to these two men, we may actually have a government that runs for the people. I admit, I am still on the fence but at the same time feeling defeated because my state will vote the way it has always voted and my voice won't really matter in the long run. November needs to get here and over with so we can focus on the real problems at hand and not the election!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter a new era of economic uncertainty, who ever is in the white house will most likely be consumed with damage control over the next few years anyway and won't be able to accomplish all of the goals they are proposing. And then just like Regan and some of the great past presidents, we will not feel any positive affects from their accomplishments (if any) for many years. There is no quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bandaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to repair the current problems, no matter what either of them say on their soap boxes. Right now the country is in such a state of turmoil and division, I would be worried that who ever is put into office we may see riots and widespread civil unrest. For instance, Obama may be right about Detroit falling behind in the manufacturing of the more energy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;efficient&lt;/span&gt; cars, but pointing a finger at this struggling institution that helped build our country can not be a positive move. He is right that these companies should be accountable, but at the same time he didn't even pause or offer any suggestions as he rolled over that topic in the debate. So it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to bail out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wall street&lt;/span&gt; but "Detroit" needs to get their shit together? I have family in Michigan and they are all very passionate about their industry, comments during a debate like that...when all of America is already suffering is out of line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I am still on the fence, this is not an Obama bashing, most of what he says makes a lot of sense and I do respect that he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; man. McCain has used up all of my patience with his Obama bashing and is just coming across as an angry old man anymore. I respect the hell out of his trials and do see him as a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;. But just because someone is a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean he will be a great president. By the way I started this race as a McCain supporter, but just because Alaska likes Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean I want her running the country if something happens to him. Not sure about his choice of running mates, just following the approval ratings don't work for me, seems a bit lemming-like. Overall I felt the debate was a lot of what we have already heard and wished I had spend those 90 minutes elsewhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-304269509919731211?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/304269509919731211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=304269509919731211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/304269509919731211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/304269509919731211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/debate.html' title='The Debate'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-5872990775849022040</id><published>2008-10-13T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:24:58.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the stock market'/><title type='text'>The Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hooray&lt;/span&gt; for the stock market today, up 11% *twitching, cringing and biting nails*! What is that all about? For weeks now we have watched in horror as the crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; firestorm wiped out everyone's life savings and then we bounce over 900 points in one day! Are some of these funds being pumped in finally hitting the mark? I really doubt confidence has been restored yet, and we know the mortgage "ball out", sorry "bail out" hasn't had time to be thrown into action, so what then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will stick and we won't see it dive again tomorrow. I heard the plan for guaranteeing loans between banks was the key for today's recovery. Whatever the reason, it is completely disturbing that our economy is so fragile! And more disturbing that many saw it coming but didn't do anything about it! I was so overwhelmed and in such a daze by last friday, almost traumatized, like I wanted to grab the man next to me in the grocery store and yell, "How can you just stand there man, don't you know our whole world is coming to an end!!". Then of course sain Cami smacked me upside the head and I bought the milk and escorted myself out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok but really, doesn't all of this shit scare the crap out of you? I mean our grandmothers tell us horror stories of the depression, but for a moment picture our country today in that state. The current violence and population differences between then and now are astronomical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything good comes of this for me it is awareness or my previous lack there of. I've always thought I should have food/water storage in case the 'big earthquake' hits, but now I see that disaster could come in so many forms. Either way, I'm on it! And no more of this hiding from the news, negative or not, awareness is better than the bliss of ignorance. Bliss can blindside even the strong! "Damn those happy thoughts (shaking my fist, with my best homer simpson voice) !" Ok friends I'm off to dream of little dow graphs on an upward trend. Peace, Cami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-5872990775849022040?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5872990775849022040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=5872990775849022040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/5872990775849022040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/5872990775849022040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/markets.html' title='The Market'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941324220205814391.post-5678618696433472932</id><published>2008-10-13T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:33:20.687-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><title type='text'>Getting Started....</title><content type='html'>So wow, Cami finally gets going in this crazy blogging generation! Such an odd concept at first glance, a journal or diary if you will that is shared with the world. A modern version of the debate class in high school, a forum for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinuendo&lt;/span&gt;. And yet here I am blogging....a term in itself that sounds like something so many years ago should only be spoken of in whispers in the brothel hallways of a salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems like the perfect time to get started, there are only a billion crazy things going on in the world. Finding myself with more time on my hands I have turned on the news for a couple of hours a day and honestly have been blown away by everything going on. Most of it makes me want to crawl into a cabin somewhere in the backhills! On the other hand, I find it amazing how out of touch I have been and how much I NEED to catch up on and so I am jumping in without paddles and hope to get a better understanding of what is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know how everyone else is feeling and what they are doing about it all, so please feel free to comment, correct me or even beat on me. I'm pretty tough...LOL...I can take it! Remember Honesty ranks right up there with Oxygen for me, even if it hurts, I would rather have the truth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941324220205814391-5678618696433472932?l=camirochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5678618696433472932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941324220205814391&amp;postID=5678618696433472932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/5678618696433472932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941324220205814391/posts/default/5678618696433472932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camirochelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started....'/><author><name>Camille Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10700037522724607766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLh_HRSiVVA/TavHXwBTW7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CwHRqvSWkZU/s220/7334782.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
