<?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-211049233081709751</id><updated>2012-02-10T22:32:44.093-07:00</updated><category term='oh so fun'/><category term='Weekend Trip...'/><category term='Boy'/><category term='Life'/><category term='I love random quizzes on past life'/><category term='Ward'/><category term='What is the usual call back time for a mormon date?'/><category term='Creepy picture'/><category term='mmm I&apos;m Lovin it'/><category term='Ranting'/><category term='Guy'/><category term='Date'/><category term='Bummed'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='Beginning Announcement'/><category term='Living it up'/><category term='boring me'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TESoM8p3ScI/AAAAAAAAA3M/viZd8JzPlR4/s400/IMG_0933.jpg'/><category term='Procrastinator (times 5)'/><category term='Dismayed'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Saddened'/><category term='I hate my horrible life...or the decisions I have to make'/><title type='text'>C'est la Vie de la LDS Fille</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-8155765853430567050</id><published>2012-02-09T08:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T08:33:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille's Quick &amp; Dirty Tip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;To help you remember when you bought your mascara last, write the date on the mascara the day you get it and put tape over the writing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;  Four months from then you won't be thinking in your head, "how old is this mascara??"  You'll know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I had this idea one day and have been glad ever since.  This week I noticed my mascara had a lot of fall out then I looked at the tube purchase date...and voila.  I purchased it October 14th.  (That's not old at all)  So I just realized, it's LAME mascara.  I mean, I love the brush.  It is in the shape of a Christmas tree.  But, 2 hours after I've applied there are flecks all over my eye lid and cheek.  Sad day indeed.  Time to research a new one.  So, if you got a text from me this week asking what mascara you recommend, this is the story behind that text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4qCeTXcDG0/TzPmli7JfwI/AAAAAAAABQw/pLJSLmAC63s/s400/maybelline-great-lash-lots-of-lashes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707158685512990466" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 340px; " /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-8155765853430567050?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8155765853430567050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=8155765853430567050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8155765853430567050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8155765853430567050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/02/camilles-quick-dirty-tip.html' title='Camille&apos;s Quick &amp; Dirty Tip'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4qCeTXcDG0/TzPmli7JfwI/AAAAAAAABQw/pLJSLmAC63s/s72-c/maybelline-great-lash-lots-of-lashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-5561746856564183201</id><published>2012-02-05T23:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:39:48.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Photos of the Recent Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;On our way out of the movie theater I convinced everyone to get a picture with creepy star wars man.  Even grandma got in on the fun! (This was after seeing Breaking Dawn part 1...which I thought was a complete joke in epic proportions.  Total let down.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iJmZRdNJ4o/Ty-C0AyazrI/AAAAAAAABQk/l0h8q7SQ0c8/s400/CIMG1098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705923082977988274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwUZfOX9XvM/Ty98NhE__lI/AAAAAAAABQY/WNCXRZTphxk/s1600/CIMG1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwUZfOX9XvM/Ty98NhE__lI/AAAAAAAABQY/WNCXRZTphxk/s400/CIMG1097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705915824561192530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRUtCN1_yDY/Ty98NLQ-plI/AAAAAAAABQM/O0YtIbGT0Io/s1600/CIMG1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRUtCN1_yDY/Ty98NLQ-plI/AAAAAAAABQM/O0YtIbGT0Io/s400/CIMG1095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705915818705856082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIMBUf2WvIA/Ty98MEGBUUI/AAAAAAAABP0/VrGQUmMEiGw/s1600/CIMG1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIMBUf2WvIA/Ty98MEGBUUI/AAAAAAAABP0/VrGQUmMEiGw/s400/CIMG1093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705915799600976194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I bought these new pair of shoes a couple weeks before the turkey trot last November.  They were 100 dollars from Dick's Sporting Goods!  They won a bunch of runners awards.  They seemed awesome.  Until I got horrible shin splints.  Then spent another 10 dollars on sole inserts which I thought was the problem (not good arch support).  Nope.  Still have shin splints.  Man, it's such a runner's killer.  It hurts so bad to run.  Yet, I still do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qGzzBv6ekg/Ty90YI_HoII/AAAAAAAABPo/pCWEVmlSsD8/s1600/CIMG1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qGzzBv6ekg/Ty90YI_HoII/AAAAAAAABPo/pCWEVmlSsD8/s400/CIMG1090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705907210979614850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My good friend Holly blessed her baby boy and had lunch at her house afterward.  Amy and I graciously missed our own church to go to hers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-av7He0ha9zk/Ty90X1GJ3QI/AAAAAAAABPc/GPRh4p3I-8g/s1600/CIMG1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-av7He0ha9zk/Ty90X1GJ3QI/AAAAAAAABPc/GPRh4p3I-8g/s400/CIMG1085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705907205640412418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My niece playing peekabo with the curtains.  It was SO adorable cuz you would go over there seeing her legs sticking out and say, "Where's Piper?" and then she would flip the curtains up with a big smile and giggle.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THxDCA95lBY/Ty90XOP5ntI/AAAAAAAABPE/eECGU9rvQuw/s400/CIMG1107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705907195212308178" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNTMfjn9E2s/Ty90Xas-y_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/UySQrfW9rY8/s400/CIMG1110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705907198555507698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-5561746856564183201?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5561746856564183201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=5561746856564183201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5561746856564183201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5561746856564183201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-photos-of-recent-past.html' title='Random Photos of the Recent Past'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iJmZRdNJ4o/Ty-C0AyazrI/AAAAAAAABQk/l0h8q7SQ0c8/s72-c/CIMG1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-9069603415459221805</id><published>2012-02-02T00:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T00:07:36.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Cold WILL NOT die!</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I've been gradually getting sicker and sicker since last Thursday.  It's ridiculous.  Haven't been to work yet this week cause I didn't want to get the family I work for sick.  Today, I was sick of being sick.  So I got up at 7:30, dragged my butt down to Sprouts and purchased some garlic, blueberries and elderberry syrup.  I took a spoonful of elderberry syrup every hour.  (man, that stuff tastes good!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I made garlic potatoes for breakfast and guacamole with WAY too much garlic for lunch.  Tonight, I still feel sick but at least my runny nose went away!  We'll see how I feel tomorrow morning.  Hopefully I didn't spend 20 dollars on elderberry syrup for nothing.  I was hoping to feel better by now after guzzling all that today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The purpose of mentioning that I bought blueberries was because I made muffins today with them.  YUMMY.  I hardly put any sugar in them, I was so proud of my creation.  Unfortunately, no one wants muffins made by a sick girl. ha ha ha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. the funniest part about having eaten too much garlic is Jordan could completely smell it on my breathe 6 hours later.  I felt bad so I kept talking with my mouth tucked in my shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-9069603415459221805?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/9069603415459221805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=9069603415459221805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/9069603415459221805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/9069603415459221805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-cold-will-not-die.html' title='This Cold WILL NOT die!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2953285510495519242</id><published>2012-01-29T12:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:43:09.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Run Awesomeness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;If you don't look at Facebook often, you won't have seen these pictures yet.   Jordan and I ran a 5K yesterday down at Tempe Town Lake.  I had so much fun, and I think he did too getting all dirty and stuff!  All along the race there were color stations where people would throw colored powder (corn starch) on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were so many people that when we got to each station you had to walk cuz there was absolutely no room to run.  And, after the color was thrown on you, if you sweat at all it somehow stained your skin.  (My arm pits are pink for church today.  And Jordan has a big pink square on his arm where his ipod was during the race!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the before and afters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owAW4rtPCDI/TyWgke3Nf1I/AAAAAAAABOs/_V_yw2ANZq4/s400/Jordan_Cam_colorBefore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703141051754970962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owAW4rtPCDI/TyWgke3Nf1I/AAAAAAAABOs/_V_yw2ANZq4/s1600/Jordan_Cam_colorBefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vadKFHv1wU/TyWgkX6QE0I/AAAAAAAABO4/iQ9I_HDhX9E/s400/Jordan_Cam_colorAfter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703141049888674626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kinda looks like I have a green booger on the side of my face but it's not, I swear!  It's green powder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2953285510495519242?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2953285510495519242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2953285510495519242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2953285510495519242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2953285510495519242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/01/color-run-awesomeness.html' title='Color Run Awesomeness!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owAW4rtPCDI/TyWgke3Nf1I/AAAAAAAABOs/_V_yw2ANZq4/s72-c/Jordan_Cam_colorBefore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6357569003718901370</id><published>2012-01-22T11:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:18:28.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Changes are Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Oh life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aB9o490Gn4/TxxTPA2Y07I/AAAAAAAABOg/GjoxmkQzE7o/s400/CIMG1218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700522745735467954" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candy's little boy was trying on Karie's Halloween wig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8YKnv2N6is/TxxTN1Dxo7I/AAAAAAAABN8/seaogmusjNE/s400/CIMG1227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700522725390525362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karie's name tag I just HAD to take a pic of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my boss I would be quitting in the Fall...maybe a little pre-emptive unfortunately.  I interviewed for a teaching job at a charter school down the street from me a few weeks ago.  I didn't get an absolute yes but the owner showed me around the school and I think that is a good sign.  Anyway, I am planning on that job coming through... I need insurance and the fact that I didn't get taxes taken out ALL year means that I may have to pay around 1500...makes me rethink my current job seriously!&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6q5WHg-2QsI/TxxTOjFR73I/AAAAAAAABOU/chs4StXMT_8/s400/CIMG1217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700522737744867186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8YKnv2N6is/TxxTN1Dxo7I/AAAAAAAABN8/seaogmusjNE/s1600/CIMG1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GijDJRgjh0A/TxxTOQfzUdI/AAAAAAAABOI/rTTJh8eEz8Y/s400/CIMG1205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700522732755833298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just some pictures I took when we were all hanging out as a family before Karie left.&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/211049233081709751-6357569003718901370?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6357569003718901370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6357569003718901370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6357569003718901370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6357569003718901370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-changes-are-coming.html' title='More Changes are Coming'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aB9o490Gn4/TxxTPA2Y07I/AAAAAAAABOg/GjoxmkQzE7o/s72-c/CIMG1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-842498114920632309</id><published>2012-01-16T17:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:43:10.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karie's Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Karie spoke on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUm9gl22hK0/TxTCf2Rf-HI/AAAAAAAABNY/sakAEyg_P2o/s400/CIMG1206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698393280931166322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above is Karie &amp;amp; I waiting at David's Bridal for my sis to try on her dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHyl47heDec/TxTDD9ItqHI/AAAAAAAABNk/jrLTh85iIOw/s400/CIMG1209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698393901248653426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan accompanied me to her farewell. :)  He didn't want me to take this picture.  HA. I did anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very impressed at her preparation.  I thought her talk would be longer but she did excellent regardless.  And, in true Beaty fashion, we HAD to take pictures outside afterward.  She gets set apart Tuesday at 9 pm.  That seems SO late!  Weird.  I'm pretty sure I'm gunna cry.  (I really hope not though cuz I think crying is ugly...on me anyways)&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DN0s2J0UZMI/TxTDsxVhfOI/AAAAAAAABNw/ANEb25bpG3g/s400/CIMG1211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698394602455792866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/211049233081709751-842498114920632309?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/842498114920632309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=842498114920632309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/842498114920632309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/842498114920632309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/01/karies-farewell.html' title='Karie&apos;s Farewell'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUm9gl22hK0/TxTCf2Rf-HI/AAAAAAAABNY/sakAEyg_P2o/s72-c/CIMG1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3494733311875377755</id><published>2012-01-11T00:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:02:44.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening So Fast!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it.  Life felt so stagnant for so long...and now, everything is changing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karie is going on a mission in 7 days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colleen is getting MARRIED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cynthia is graduating high school!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life.  Change is good, but dollars are better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3494733311875377755?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3494733311875377755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3494733311875377755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3494733311875377755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3494733311875377755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/01/happening-so-fast.html' title='Happening So Fast!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-725997496136737936</id><published>2012-01-08T22:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:27:02.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Mine!  You Can't have Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I got me a Valentine tonight!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Jordan is so cute!  Sometimes it kills me...okay, not really because obviously I'm still alive but I like his randomness.  It's so my style!  He was taking me home and just says out of the blue, "So, you know February is coming up pretty fast."  I say, "Yep. I know. Crazy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Then he says, "So, I'm just wondering, will you be my Valentine?"  And then I say, "Um, ya...I think I can do that.  But the bigger question is, will you be mine?"  He says, "Hm, I'm going to have to sit on that."  And, I say, "oh...okay."  Then he says right away, "yes."  &lt;/span&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/211049233081709751-725997496136737936?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/725997496136737936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=725997496136737936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/725997496136737936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/725997496136737936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/01/hes-mine-you-cant-have-him.html' title='He&apos;s Mine!  You Can&apos;t have Him'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3974325137914404467</id><published>2012-01-04T00:06:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:40:56.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadruple Date night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;My friend Kim &amp;amp; her husband Lance, Kim's cousin Natalie &amp;amp; her date, friend Brooke &amp;amp; her boyfriend, and Jordan &amp;amp; I all had date night at Kim's parent's house.  We made &amp;amp; ate homemade pizza that was DELICIOUS.  (It was comparable to the taste of Pizza Mart on Main Street if any of you have been.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6Xao9wRWlg/TwQAu3nNPoI/AAAAAAAABMw/JmEKZJTU8U4/s400/pizzamart2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693676634105527938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we made pizookies.  I was really really bummed and embarrassed that the flour I used to make the cookie dough was old...so, the cookies kinda tasted dull.  SAD DAY.  Good thing we didn't eat them all by themselves. The picture below is a generic GOOGLE find but it looks exactly like the ones we had.  We tried to go PINTEREST style and put the cookies on the bottom side of muffin tins to make cookie bowls but...didn't work so well.  (If anyone wishes to do this, I strongly recommend spray it first!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ogr4hhfsHM/TwQA6Cr51II/AAAAAAAABNA/d31rk3o_j3I/s400/PIZOOKIE.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693676826056578178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While we waited for the cookies to come out of the oven we played around with Kim's parent's Karaoke!  Good times...pretending to sing like Celine Dion &amp;amp; Brittney Spears (Does anyone remember that song LUCKY from back in the day??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When the pizookies were eaten we all moved back to the dining table to play a little game of Truth Be Told (a Christmas gift from Santa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-M0uJdgB_I/TwQCCtDA4kI/AAAAAAAABNM/XNbMIenYIbA/s400/TRUTHBETOLD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693678074378379842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kim got a picture of the whole group at the end...maybe she will post it on her blog at some point and I'll steal it and post it on mine later. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun night!  And, the things that I've been needing to talk to Jordan about...I FINALLY did.  I feel so relieved...and yet, I feel like I've only scratched the surface of many important talks to come!  Keep reading future posts to find out what I mean! *wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3974325137914404467?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3974325137914404467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3974325137914404467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3974325137914404467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3974325137914404467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/01/quadruple-date-night.html' title='Quadruple Date night!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6Xao9wRWlg/TwQAu3nNPoI/AAAAAAAABMw/JmEKZJTU8U4/s72-c/pizzamart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3218256123756298690</id><published>2012-01-01T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:58:43.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living La Vida Loca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Year's Eve DAY re-cap:  &lt;/i&gt;We went shooting out by Four Peaks with my family!  It was fun until we got sun burned.  It was surprisingly warm for the last day in December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcQBfRMosKc/TwHwRH9myxI/AAAAAAAABMc/IwQ8gCRKb7M/s400/CIMG1177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693095580958903058" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Years Eve Night Re-cap: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt; We went to a place called Five Guys...it's a totally awesome burger joint.  Still had time to kill before going ice skating so we walked around Wal-Mart.  What do you know, we found stuff we "needed" to buy.  No, I really did though.  Conditioner.  Hangers.  One must own these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rWT23tTQw-k/TwHu9VHs_mI/AAAAAAAABMQ/x4RtJ0Jd7ws/s400/CIMG1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693094141381901922" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then we drove over to Polar Ice in Chandler.  We were early (according to most YSA's)  but that is the perfect time to skate because there is so much room on the ice!  We skated for about an hour and called it good.  It was 11:00 pm by this point.  We leave to go to my friend Marissa's party at her house.  It was AWESOME!  ...well, from what we experienced. &lt;b&gt; They had purchased a huge box of fireworks and laid them all over in the street.  And I had bought fireworks as well. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt; At midnight we set them off.  It was cool.  I can't even begin to describe to you how cool it was!  (This suburban tried to drive down the street but we had to tell it to turn around cause their were fireworks everywhere in the road. hahaha)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;I made Jordan give me a midnight kiss. PERFECT!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;We pulled out the Martinelli's we brought and poured me a cup.  Jordan likes to drink straight out of the bottle...the weirdo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we got back to my house we sat and talked on my bed for a little while...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then he went home.  In bed by 3 am.  It was the best New Year's I've ever had.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3218256123756298690?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3218256123756298690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3218256123756298690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3218256123756298690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3218256123756298690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2012/01/living-la-vida-loca.html' title='Living La Vida Loca!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcQBfRMosKc/TwHwRH9myxI/AAAAAAAABMc/IwQ8gCRKb7M/s72-c/CIMG1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-8795183203535954665</id><published>2011-12-30T22:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:07:04.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>So I have a food problem.  I'm ALWAYS thinking about it.  How I can get some more.  When I'm going to get some again.  How I can make some for "someone else".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyxnBQLPp6M/Tv6lp1wdpnI/AAAAAAAABME/HYontMmflsI/s1600/craving-saidaonline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyxnBQLPp6M/Tv6lp1wdpnI/AAAAAAAABME/HYontMmflsI/s400/craving-saidaonline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692169117266454130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with food issues?  Sugar is my biggest weakness.  If there is a sale on candy (basically a TON right now with Christmas finishing), I will buy more than I need.  For some reason I have a hard time giving it away to people because after all, I bought it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me PLEASE!!!  Get the food off my brain...and off my hips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-8795183203535954665?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8795183203535954665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=8795183203535954665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8795183203535954665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8795183203535954665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyxnBQLPp6M/Tv6lp1wdpnI/AAAAAAAABME/HYontMmflsI/s72-c/craving-saidaonline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7263745986302275516</id><published>2011-12-30T00:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:24:04.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya, it's official...Unofficially.</title><content type='html'>So, I know I've told this story to a few people already but I'll still tell it on here for my future reading as well as for the sake of others who don't converse with me daily and like to know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan was saying goodbye to me at my car like a week or two ago and I say, "So,what am I to call you to my friends?  I don't know really what to say. My guy.  My man.  My...???"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "You can call me whatever you want, just as long as you don't call me late for dinner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I quite get it but it's funny in Jordan's little way. So, yes, he is my boyfriend.  I mean.  I see him EVERY day.  He &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we bought fireworks for New Year's Eve.  This is going to be the best New Year's by FAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7263745986302275516?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7263745986302275516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7263745986302275516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7263745986302275516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7263745986302275516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/ya-its-officiallyunofficially.html' title='Ya, it&apos;s official...Unofficially.'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3560649902158691605</id><published>2011-12-29T00:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:24:07.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers</title><content type='html'>Sometimes he whispers cute things in my ear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always takes my breath away...I don't know why.  Probably cause it's kind of an intimate thing to do??  I don't know.  Tonight he whispered, "I missed you today."  And then I was lost for words cause it was just so darn stinking CUTE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm thinking about him all the time and he is probably never thinking of me.  I'm very happy to say he proved my thought wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3560649902158691605?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3560649902158691605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3560649902158691605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3560649902158691605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3560649902158691605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/whispers.html' title='Whispers'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-4581059637082868278</id><published>2011-12-28T12:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:16:10.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pictures, Just Thoughts &amp; Happenings</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, December 23rd, Jordan and I went camping.  Alone.  Just the two of us.  We went out to Lost Dutchman State Park by the Superstition Mountains.  We hiked with everything on our backs for about 2 1/2 miles.  My thighs were BURNING with all that weight on my back...plus it was pulling my pants down which I'm sure Jordan didn't enjoy me complaining about but I couldn't help it.  It's all I thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost 5 hours straight, we sat by the fire and talked.  You would think we would have talked about some relationship stuff...but no, not really.  Bad communicators.  I try but he is always spouting random information or silly things I don't know when to sneak it in...maybe he does it unconsciously or consciously so I don't have room to say it...but, I'm really feeling more than ever that some things need to be said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are good between us...I'm just feeling like we're a little stagnant right now.  Time to shake it up.  Fish or cut bait.  How does this stuff go??  Truth be told; I've NEVER been this far into a relationship...here goes nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-4581059637082868278?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4581059637082868278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=4581059637082868278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4581059637082868278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4581059637082868278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-pictures-just-thoughts-happenings.html' title='No Pictures, Just Thoughts &amp; Happenings'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1398826477191550990</id><published>2011-12-19T23:55:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:12:21.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made Gingerbread Houses!</title><content type='html'>3 hours of total fun when Jordan is around...oh, and we're playing with candy.  2 of my favorite treats. 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbHEdB1EUiA/TvBAsESBhTI/AAAAAAAABLU/KAyfaPPSFEQ/s1600/CIMG1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbHEdB1EUiA/TvBAsESBhTI/AAAAAAAABLU/KAyfaPPSFEQ/s400/CIMG1134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688117455176697138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1398826477191550990?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1398826477191550990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1398826477191550990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1398826477191550990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1398826477191550990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-made-gingerbread-houses.html' title='We Made Gingerbread Houses!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-skN8WtkacbM/TvA7YWcnHiI/AAAAAAAABKM/QEEOv-nZPr4/s72-c/CIMG1128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-5612041021851936038</id><published>2011-12-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:55:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, He Makes Me Smile</title><content type='html'>These lyrics are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You´re better then the best&lt;br /&gt;I´m lucky just to linger in your life&lt;br /&gt;Cooler then the flip side of my pillow that´s right&lt;br /&gt;Completely unaware&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to where you send me&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know that it´s ok yeah it´s ok&lt;br /&gt;And the moments when my good times start to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed &lt;br /&gt;Sing like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head &lt;br /&gt;Spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold &lt;br /&gt;Buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t know how I lived without you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everytime that I get around you&lt;br /&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-5612041021851936038?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5612041021851936038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=5612041021851936038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5612041021851936038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5612041021851936038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-he-makes-me-smile.html' title='Oh, He Makes Me Smile'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7623032135694319683</id><published>2011-12-14T23:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:10:35.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cooked Dinner From SCRATCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-huHb3dWoZ5g/TumcbD64azI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ydYS1FFdFP0/s1600/CIMG1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-huHb3dWoZ5g/TumcbD64azI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ydYS1FFdFP0/s400/CIMG1126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686247993254636338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even use one recipe.  I looked over a bunch of recipes and just combined my desired ingredients into one.  I made chicken noodle soup served in bread bowls courtesy of Whole Grain Bread Co. Yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_51BJIPPQ5M/Tumcal7UMMI/AAAAAAAABJo/eKtev-F8U38/s1600/CIMG1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_51BJIPPQ5M/Tumcal7UMMI/AAAAAAAABJo/eKtev-F8U38/s400/CIMG1125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686247985203392706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ya...and that is the remnants of COSMIC bingo.  Jordan was a good sport and played for me while I worked on the dessert (brownies).  Unfortunately we didn't win. :(  That's okay.  I'm always a winner when he's around.  Cheesy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7623032135694319683?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7623032135694319683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7623032135694319683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7623032135694319683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7623032135694319683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cooked-dinner-from-scratch.html' title='I Cooked Dinner From SCRATCH!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-huHb3dWoZ5g/TumcbD64azI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ydYS1FFdFP0/s72-c/CIMG1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-8562279907437760186</id><published>2011-12-14T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:15:09.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen This Blog?</title><content type='html'>It's so super cute and she's having a giveaway until tonight so hurry on over and look her up!&lt;div&gt;   &lt;a href="http://petersons-pad.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://petersons-pad.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/211049233081709751-8562279907437760186?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8562279907437760186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=8562279907437760186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8562279907437760186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8562279907437760186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-you-seen-this-blog.html' title='Have You Seen This Blog?'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-8010276933350793945</id><published>2011-12-13T23:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:33:16.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today we were supposed to go to Costco at 6 pm.  Jordan wasn't home then so I went over to Target and walked around for a little while.  Went back to his apartment and he STILL wasn't back yet.  So, I hung out in my car for about 40 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what??  I didn't care.  I would have waited 2 hours if it just meant I could see him.  He felt really bad.  But it didn't bug me.  That's so weird.  I normally would have been annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a full 3 hours with him!  It was GLORIOUS!  Would have been longer but I had to leave to do church calling and work stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQa9F_iedcY/TuhDCBlMWHI/AAAAAAAABJc/5p-F2qay_Y8/s400/CosmicBingoLogo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685868231618484338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Other notes:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow night is my roommate Amy's surprise birthday celebration.  COSMIC BINGO at home!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-8010276933350793945?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8010276933350793945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=8010276933350793945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8010276933350793945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8010276933350793945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-was-better.html' title='Today Was Better'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQa9F_iedcY/TuhDCBlMWHI/AAAAAAAABJc/5p-F2qay_Y8/s72-c/CosmicBingoLogo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7169636075850865327</id><published>2011-12-12T23:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:24:25.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustache is GONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;News flash:  Jordan got hotter!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I'll get more time with him tomorrow.  I only got 40 minutes today and it was terrible.  Because work stretched out EXTRA long today (I was there for 12 hours!)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only had time to eat the hot chocolate and grilled cheese sandwich he made for me and kiss him goodnight.  UGH.  It was sad. Whatever...Camille out and off to bed. &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/211049233081709751-7169636075850865327?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7169636075850865327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7169636075850865327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7169636075850865327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7169636075850865327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/mustache-is-gone.html' title='Mustache is GONE!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7281114063777662120</id><published>2011-12-11T23:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:38:46.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Details. (For Sarah)</title><content type='html'>Well, we were at the Gilbert Oreganos, sitting on a bench outside.  We were chatting and I was looking up at him, and then he just kissed me.  It was quick and short.  He told me previously this week that his mustache was keeping him from kissing me. (and that he is only afraid of 2 things;  spiders and girls)  But, I really think he was just nervous.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, he only kisses me goodnight.  He has super human self-control.  I've told him it's the one thing I don't like about him...I guess I should have really said 'that's also one thing I hate but secretly appreciate about him.  I wish the right thing to say would come to my mind at the right moment...instead, it comes hours later when I'm laying in bed recounting the time I spent with him and how it could have been more perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7281114063777662120?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7281114063777662120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7281114063777662120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7281114063777662120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7281114063777662120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/kiss-details-for-sarah.html' title='Kiss Details. (For Sarah)'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-8794692455062306654</id><published>2011-12-11T23:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:22:44.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know it's possible to hang out with someone every day and not be sick of them?  I didn't either!  That's How it is with me and Jordan still.  There is not enough time together and it is almost painful to see him go at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night we went to his ward Christmas party and this next Friday we are going to my ward Christmas party.  I'm excited for guys in my ward to see us together so they know I'm off limits...Is that weird? haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I had dinner with his family...met his mom for the first time.  I felt like I was having an out of body experience and looking down on myself.  It was strange to be meeting his family and his twin brother.  I think Jordan is the better looking one definitely.  Also, his twin brother is married to a girl I went to junior high with.  It's kinda funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XcK-iVKYlrE/TuWdLRklQ_I/AAAAAAAABJQ/cpAERft95ws/s400/JordanMe2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685122921646081010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-8794692455062306654?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8794692455062306654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=8794692455062306654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8794692455062306654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8794692455062306654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/more.html' title='More... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XcK-iVKYlrE/TuWdLRklQ_I/AAAAAAAABJQ/cpAERft95ws/s72-c/JordanMe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-681203695073306969</id><published>2011-12-09T23:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:58:07.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Were at Oreganos</title><content type='html'>...waiting for 35 minutes for our table.  Bold man Jordan is.  To just up and kiss me!  In front of strangers.  And here I thought he was waiting for a special occasion.  I can't believe I doubted he would do it.  Right then and there. Wow.  I'm very happy about it too.  It was a good night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-681203695073306969?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/681203695073306969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=681203695073306969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/681203695073306969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/681203695073306969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-were-at-oreganos.html' title='We Were at Oreganos'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1729646423277989631</id><published>2011-12-08T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:13:50.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some want to see us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5uJQw7lwno/TuFgj3arCXI/AAAAAAAABJE/HxWT7pS5HhE/s1600/Jordan_Camille.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5uJQw7lwno/TuFgj3arCXI/AAAAAAAABJE/HxWT7pS5HhE/s400/Jordan_Camille.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683930374005786994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas lights at the temple...Saturday, believe it or not...we are getting ugly sweater pictures taken at JCPenny...Excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1729646423277989631?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1729646423277989631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1729646423277989631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1729646423277989631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1729646423277989631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-want-to-see-us.html' title='Some want to see us'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5uJQw7lwno/TuFgj3arCXI/AAAAAAAABJE/HxWT7pS5HhE/s72-c/Jordan_Camille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7623138562767218711</id><published>2011-12-07T23:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:52:01.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscommunications...</title><content type='html'>Oy!  Tonight could have been our FIRST kiss.  I can't believe I just said 'could'!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were standing by my car and saying our traditional goodbyes with hugs and chit-chat. At some point he leaned in to my face.  I assumed it was another moment of teasing me and didn't do anything or say anything.  I got momentarily excited cause I thought he was going to finally kiss me!!!  Then, let down.  He pulled away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home I texted him thus: "You're so mean.  I thought you were going to kiss me."  (Sometimes I say blunt and forward things.  He and I do that.)  His response was:  "I was. 90% Camille!  I was totally waiting at 90%."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "Clearly your 90% is not my 90%.  But I already asked when you were gunna kiss me so isn't that my 10%?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Cause you've seen the movie HITCH right?  The guy goes 90, the girl goes 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he said: "Deal...For the record I want to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. This weekend is going to be LEGEN----wait for it----wait for it-----DARY!!!!!   (That is a quote from a tv show called How I Met Your Mother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7623138562767218711?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7623138562767218711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7623138562767218711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7623138562767218711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7623138562767218711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/miscommunications.html' title='Miscommunications...'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1360049368516132907</id><published>2011-12-07T00:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:46:49.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party of 3?</title><content type='html'>Third wheels.  I've been one.  I've seen one.  And, tonight there was one.  It was not I.  But, now being on the other side...it's equally awkward in my opinion.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan wanted to go for ice cream after he got out of class which I was all for.  Then...he texted me, "Is it alright if my roommate comes too?  He's been cooped up all day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUGE sigh on my part because I am still trying to get to know Jordan and I do this MUCH better one-on-one.  I responded with a sarcastic, "Yes, but you know this means we can't make out no matter how good you think I smell."  **(cause he always comments on how good I smell).  He replied with an equally sarcastic, "darn it."  **(We haven't kissed yet.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to ice cream we went...the &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; of us!  His roommate is a nice guy.  But, gosh. Sigh... Why would the roommate want to come as a third wheel?  Why would Jordan allow him to come?  Okay, being nice...blah, blah, blah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a good time just awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1360049368516132907?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1360049368516132907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1360049368516132907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1360049368516132907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1360049368516132907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/party-of-3.html' title='Party of 3?'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-8524185863142112700</id><published>2011-12-04T01:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T01:14:53.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this Feeling?!</title><content type='html'>This is the oddest feeling I have ever felt.  Don't get me wrong I really really enjoy it.  It's just very...weird is not the right description.  It is just foreign to me.  What feeling you ask?  The feeling of not getting enough.  Not enough time.  Closeness. I can't ever have enough of Jordan.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is always sweet &amp;amp; thoughtful.  Always funny.  Always interesting.  Always awesome.  Always.  I like him a whole heap!  That's all I can say.  And he dropped me off from our date an hour ago and I miss him already.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He texted me earlier this week and said how I feel perfectly, "I'm like a drug addict and you're my miracle drug."  I need tomorrow to come already so I can see him again!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-8524185863142112700?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8524185863142112700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=8524185863142112700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8524185863142112700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8524185863142112700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-this-feeling.html' title='What is this Feeling?!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-368107918482483213</id><published>2011-11-26T12:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:20:05.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a Wee Bit Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, yes, I can't believe a whole stinking MONTH went by without getting on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's crazy how time flies.  This is a non-post post.  I have pictures to post someday soon...ha. If I ever even retrieve them from my camera!  SOOO much has happened.  And YES, it involves another BOY!  This one is legitimately awesome though.  I'm having a hard time even wrapping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; my brain around it cause he is that perfect for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, that's all the info for now cause I'm tired from camping with him last night...and I want to have energy so I can hang with him tonight too!  Later gators!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k1-6RlsdTM/TtE7szxItII/AAAAAAAABI4/vO4dpV9EGYw/s400/Jordan_Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679386246087488642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-368107918482483213?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/368107918482483213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=368107918482483213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/368107918482483213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/368107918482483213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/11/been-wee-bit-busy.html' title='Been a Wee Bit Busy'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k1-6RlsdTM/TtE7szxItII/AAAAAAAABI4/vO4dpV9EGYw/s72-c/Jordan_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-5754220842586969603</id><published>2011-10-25T21:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:00:16.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Good Life!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy right now!!!  I'm dropping fat fast cause I'm learning to resist the urge to even have one bad piece of food!  It's so exciting.  Especially cause I'm going to be a lifeguard (thanks to my sister Colleen's old job) for Halloween.  This means swimsuit, which also means I have to trim down so people don't see me and think, "oh dear.  Why would she wear that?!" Ha ha.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Plus, I have re-committed myself to be a better church member and have been reading out of the Ensign every night.  These prophets are truly inspired to say and do the things they do.  I love them!  They are so amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Monday night I carved pumpkins with some friends after FHE; which was a costume party.  I decided lifeguard suit wasn't ready to wear in public yet so I made up a Where's Waldo's Sister costume.  It was fun.  One person thought I was a candy cane.  Another thought I was a pirate.  Don't know why...I wasn't wearing a hat or eye patch for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQfB8CIt94/TqeNBGzliwI/AAAAAAAABHQ/uxzUNpHN4YY/s1600/CIMG1024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQfB8CIt94/TqeNBGzliwI/AAAAAAAABHQ/uxzUNpHN4YY/s400/CIMG1024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667653706215426818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7fncplBZuQ/TqeNA7ueVhI/AAAAAAAABHI/8DlQWZfgetE/s1600/CIMG1025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nutQBt2J3Zg/TqeNAqbj8hI/AAAAAAAABHA/tgXh3NDfcgw/s400/CIMG1022.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667653698598466066" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VwZ85vaG4c8/TqeLdaJo2KI/AAAAAAAABG0/Tyg6r4ZLMzo/s400/CIMG1021.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667651993421273250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7fncplBZuQ/TqeNA7ueVhI/AAAAAAAABHI/8DlQWZfgetE/s400/CIMG1025.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667653703241192978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7fncplBZuQ/TqeNA7ueVhI/AAAAAAAABHI/8DlQWZfgetE/s1600/CIMG1025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7fncplBZuQ/TqeNA7ueVhI/AAAAAAAABHI/8DlQWZfgetE/s1600/CIMG1025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxNthUzIlhw/TqeNBbNe0wI/AAAAAAAABHo/T8aoZ2sTSvY/s400/CIMG1026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667653711692747522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TizgCSVPtng/TqeNCTTG92I/AAAAAAAABHw/dv8QKCS5lgo/s400/CIMG1034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667653726748735330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roommates Rachel and Rosanna.  Belly dancer and Rapunzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ssA0X_ZAGk0/TqeLdECaI1I/AAAAAAAABGg/I4pMGRzV5sk/s1600/CIMG1019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ssA0X_ZAGk0/TqeLdECaI1I/AAAAAAAABGg/I4pMGRzV5sk/s400/CIMG1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667651987485369170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. Those bats in the background were made by me inspired by &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com"&gt;Pinterest.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KsI_7rGg0U/TqeLcxpv36I/AAAAAAAABGY/5NqNkw1WSMs/s1600/CIMG1018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KsI_7rGg0U/TqeLcxpv36I/AAAAAAAABGY/5NqNkw1WSMs/s400/CIMG1018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667651982550097826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roommate below dressed as makeshift mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfguoxUjS0A/TqeLcIwWnzI/AAAAAAAABGQ/wWrscMRFkGc/s1600/CIMG1017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfguoxUjS0A/TqeLcIwWnzI/AAAAAAAABGQ/wWrscMRFkGc/s400/CIMG1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667651971571949362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, just a random photo of late night snacks...the healthy way with Greek yogurt mixed with brown sugar and cinnamon!!!! I promise I shared and we didn't even eat all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKcTyuyalAA/TqeLb4LOlII/AAAAAAAABGA/rfe7q-H3Cd4/s1600/CIMG1016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKcTyuyalAA/TqeLb4LOlII/AAAAAAAABGA/rfe7q-H3Cd4/s400/CIMG1016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667651967121265794" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/211049233081709751-5754220842586969603?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5754220842586969603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=5754220842586969603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5754220842586969603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5754220842586969603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-good-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Good Life!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQfB8CIt94/TqeNBGzliwI/AAAAAAAABHQ/uxzUNpHN4YY/s72-c/CIMG1024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2710576142489503140</id><published>2011-10-22T16:08:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T17:52:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Decorated 100 Cupcakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday for work we decorated cupcakes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBvjAyadGdk/TqNciiqzStI/AAAAAAAABCE/-YG886qKxq0/s400/CIMG0985.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666474504653851346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?  Cause we wanted to!  And, Martha Stewart kind of gave us a push from her super cute cupcake book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are just a few pictures to capture the awesomeness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmXS_vnFY5Q/TqNdos1sygI/AAAAAAAABDA/pifLndQqndY/s1600/CIMG0981.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmXS_vnFY5Q/TqNdos1sygI/AAAAAAAABDA/pifLndQqndY/s400/CIMG0981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666475709974759938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wO6xtyVA4Q4/TqNdnygcaiI/AAAAAAAABC4/PY1WAvFIZbU/s1600/CIMG0986.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wO6xtyVA4Q4/TqNdnygcaiI/AAAAAAAABC4/PY1WAvFIZbU/s400/CIMG0986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666475694316349986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6lA8pNZ4yk/TqNdnWf9joI/AAAAAAAABCo/-_MZejyZ39o/s1600/CIMG0978.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6lA8pNZ4yk/TqNdnWf9joI/AAAAAAAABCo/-_MZejyZ39o/s400/CIMG0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666475686798134914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w_pLENmTdMg/TqNdnMns83I/AAAAAAAABCc/WB4bHxumt5U/s1600/CIMG0979.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w_pLENmTdMg/TqNdnMns83I/AAAAAAAABCc/WB4bHxumt5U/s400/CIMG0979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666475684146246514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxB7d2kTWV0/TqNdmxDr33I/AAAAAAAABCQ/YY4lZcfGzlA/s1600/CIMG0977.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxB7d2kTWV0/TqNdmxDr33I/AAAAAAAABCQ/YY4lZcfGzlA/s400/CIMG0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666475676747423602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MnV7yAHHx4/TqNfPb7hbNI/AAAAAAAABD8/J8wuqb2ZD1s/s1600/CIMG0987.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MnV7yAHHx4/TqNfPb7hbNI/AAAAAAAABD8/J8wuqb2ZD1s/s400/CIMG0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666477474962304210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy5Keqjf9Ek/TqNfPCWP1lI/AAAAAAAABDs/fTIgvVSv9AI/s1600/CIMG0998.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy5Keqjf9Ek/TqNfPCWP1lI/AAAAAAAABDs/fTIgvVSv9AI/s400/CIMG0998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666477468095075922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Po2R5PqpX5o/TqNfO886f5I/AAAAAAAABDk/32KduiBL6Ag/s1600/CIMG0995.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Po2R5PqpX5o/TqNfO886f5I/AAAAAAAABDk/32KduiBL6Ag/s400/CIMG0995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666477466646642578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister Karie is a MASTER decorator and came up with the vampire (top right) all out of slivers of candy.  All of us were immediately put to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huNsXzYtIA0/TqNfOIGV5CI/AAAAAAAABDc/dQsaTbDndb4/s1600/CIMG0984.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huNsXzYtIA0/TqNfOIGV5CI/AAAAAAAABDc/dQsaTbDndb4/s400/CIMG0984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666477452459107362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQWsPC_N6mA/TqNfN0qPReI/AAAAAAAABDM/mxA0NluqXuA/s1600/CIMG0982.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQWsPC_N6mA/TqNfN0qPReI/AAAAAAAABDM/mxA0NluqXuA/s400/CIMG0982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666477447240959458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0QrKM7Z8zZE/TqNh44IZdAI/AAAAAAAABE4/tQ1LVqXXVaM/s1600/CIMG1008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0QrKM7Z8zZE/TqNh44IZdAI/AAAAAAAABE4/tQ1LVqXXVaM/s400/CIMG1008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666480385930392578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xl9dunmwJjc/TqNh4oI60HI/AAAAAAAABEs/QbubpQoEZjw/s1600/CIMG0993.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xl9dunmwJjc/TqNh4oI60HI/AAAAAAAABEs/QbubpQoEZjw/s400/CIMG0993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666480381637611634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNRC1aq5vis/TqNh3n0AerI/AAAAAAAABEk/mVOidVrRE3I/s1600/CIMG1001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNRC1aq5vis/TqNh3n0AerI/AAAAAAAABEk/mVOidVrRE3I/s400/CIMG1001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666480364370033330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9VmYWC12VM/TqNh3UA0ysI/AAAAAAAABEQ/rhAgMgPJfBM/s1600/CIMG1000.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9VmYWC12VM/TqNh3UA0ysI/AAAAAAAABEQ/rhAgMgPJfBM/s400/CIMG1000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666480359055084226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OF59ILdCJmI/TqNh3ICY8WI/AAAAAAAABEI/jO4dylwOEpY/s1600/CIMG0999.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OF59ILdCJmI/TqNh3ICY8WI/AAAAAAAABEI/jO4dylwOEpY/s400/CIMG0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666480355840422242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FqZW7Ia5Qo/TqNkEefAk1I/AAAAAAAABF4/RD9FtQMem8I/s1600/CIMG1013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FqZW7Ia5Qo/TqNkEefAk1I/AAAAAAAABF4/RD9FtQMem8I/s400/CIMG1013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666482784227595090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K06QFWXr46M/TqNkDwYJ8YI/AAAAAAAABFo/HMPpw3b9nI8/s1600/CIMG1003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K06QFWXr46M/TqNkDwYJ8YI/AAAAAAAABFo/HMPpw3b9nI8/s400/CIMG1003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666482771850817922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htlZ7ZAk0bk/TqNkDvmE9BI/AAAAAAAABFc/3fKv1hy2Id4/s1600/CIMG1005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htlZ7ZAk0bk/TqNkDvmE9BI/AAAAAAAABFc/3fKv1hy2Id4/s400/CIMG1005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666482771640775698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxClV4kDtBk/TqNkDXca2eI/AAAAAAAABFM/Ji1_SBg7qPc/s1600/CIMG1014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxClV4kDtBk/TqNkDXca2eI/AAAAAAAABFM/Ji1_SBg7qPc/s400/CIMG1014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666482765157816802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87d_uh5Uhxw/TqNkDIgypOI/AAAAAAAABFE/oj_IKLuRWAs/s1600/CIMG1012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87d_uh5Uhxw/TqNkDIgypOI/AAAAAAAABFE/oj_IKLuRWAs/s400/CIMG1012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666482761149621474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2710576142489503140?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2710576142489503140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2710576142489503140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2710576142489503140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2710576142489503140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-decorated-100-cupcakes.html' title='We Decorated 100 Cupcakes.'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBvjAyadGdk/TqNciiqzStI/AAAAAAAABCE/-YG886qKxq0/s72-c/CIMG0985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1849959816302483445</id><published>2011-10-04T19:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:49:39.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least I Own It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ipbJ5gpLs4/TovEPx86lNI/AAAAAAAABB0/2QgpGrWQHq4/s1600/CIMG0920.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ipbJ5gpLs4/TovEPx86lNI/AAAAAAAABB0/2QgpGrWQHq4/s1600/CIMG0920.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;My name is Camille.  And I steal color swatches from Home Depot shamelessly in order to feed my craft needs caused by a little website called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;PINTEREST&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wytkfAmAiyE/TovBCYer-_I/AAAAAAAABBM/LpqFQii7y-U/s400/CIMG0918.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659829603396221938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hoping to make some kind of decoration such as thus.  We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_t4dK_gZeos/TovB529R8VI/AAAAAAAABBU/72jJwesRGnY/s400/SWATCH.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659830556470407506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to replicate another cute DIY craft from said website.  It is a Pacman garland; which looks super simple.  And...it is, just time consuming to have to cut out the templates, than trace them a ba-jillion times.  But, so so cute I think.  This one needs more spacing, oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TC_0TsHXidU/TovB6b30h8I/AAAAAAAABBc/6Idedjgwf80/s400/CIMG0919.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659830566379620290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming up (I'm feeling super crafty...even if my budget doesn't totally allow it. Ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ribbon wreath, Glue designed canvas, and a homemade soap dispenser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ipbJ5gpLs4/TovEPx86lNI/AAAAAAAABB0/2QgpGrWQHq4/s400/CIMG0920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659833132107076818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GuoIhVP0pk/TovEQPOQ98I/AAAAAAAABB8/TcwMNarCYsU/s400/GlueCanvas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659833139964475330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The finished jar picture is from the website.  Mine is the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6ExCVUtn9k/TovEPT9DUhI/AAAAAAAABBk/CfIKGxu3bGo/s400/soapdispenser.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659833124054585874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FaXGu3HE4M/TovEPqNagnI/AAAAAAAABBs/S-19jYYXF4c/s400/CIMG0921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659833130028794482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, some of you may wonder about that guy I was talking about a while back whilst I was in L.A.  (Joe) Ya, um...just like every other guy in my life thus far.  He faded away.  I have no idea what I'm doing wrong. (although everyone tries to convince me it is them, not me)  A single, almost 26 year old can't help but think, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWHO, I'm filling my life with these awesome crafts these days.  DUH. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and don't you love how I have twilight behind my jar? :)&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/211049233081709751-1849959816302483445?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1849959816302483445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1849959816302483445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1849959816302483445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1849959816302483445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/10/at-least-i-own-it.html' title='At Least I Own It'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wytkfAmAiyE/TovBCYer-_I/AAAAAAAABBM/LpqFQii7y-U/s72-c/CIMG0918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-4010152556459090224</id><published>2011-09-29T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:26:29.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister is Going on a MISSION!!!!</title><content type='html'>I didn't believe it was all really happening until she got her call tonight!  It's so crazy.  She leaves January 19th, 2012 for ENGLAND!!!  She isn't going to the Utah MTC.  She is going to the England MTC.  I am so beside myself with excitement!  And, I am SO going to pick her up when her mission is over!!!  OH ya!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-4010152556459090224?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4010152556459090224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=4010152556459090224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4010152556459090224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4010152556459090224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-sister-is-going-on-mission.html' title='My Sister is Going on a MISSION!!!!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-144506520235579087</id><published>2011-09-23T20:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:15:24.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick.  On Friday!  What is the use of looking forward to the weekend when you can't even enjoy it?  Sigh.  I wish I had a nice warm bowl of chicken noodle soup.  Where is my mommy when I need her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-144506520235579087?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/144506520235579087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=144506520235579087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/144506520235579087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/144506520235579087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/09/ugh.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-8526516851608165073</id><published>2011-09-08T10:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:26:30.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>Well, it's officially over.  No more America's Got Talent.  Last night the top 4 acts were announced.  And, of course the show milked all the drama it could by putting Anna against her new singing friend Landau AND saved them for the very last.  Not only that, they sat Anna's sister and I next to Landau's wife for the camera to catch more drama...if that were possible.  (So yes, I was on tv...crying)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a chill day.  Not sure what to do with ourselves now that we aren't at the mercy of the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly though, I just really can't wait to go to Disneyland with the family!  And then go home and see my friend Joe! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-8526516851608165073?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8526516851608165073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=8526516851608165073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8526516851608165073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8526516851608165073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6317553888652895405</id><published>2011-09-04T21:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:20:16.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Disconnected</title><content type='html'>Remember when I lived in Arizona &amp;amp; hung out with people my age after work?  I can't remember either.  That's how this weekend felt.  Like I would normally get to do those things but I was incapable because I don't know anyone here my age &amp;amp; I had no one of getting to any of those people.  I feel trapped a bit.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to be positive though and looking forward to Tuesday.  (As in the day after tomorrow-Labor Day).  It's performance day for Anna Graceman and I will once again be in the VIP floor seating to see the show.  I wish I knew exactly what I was wearing so I could tell you to look for me.  I might go shop tomorrow for some hot clothes...they put the good looking/well dressed people behind the judges.  Not kidding.  I witnessed it this last week!  They were relocating girls in nice outfits.  (Not me cause I had children with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's Joe you ask?  Good as always! :)  Just FYI.  We talk every day.  I Let Allie (6 yr old) answer the phone when he called earlier.  It was funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, time to pick out our movie for the night.  Laters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6317553888652895405?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6317553888652895405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6317553888652895405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6317553888652895405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6317553888652895405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/09/feeling-disconnected.html' title='Feeling Disconnected'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-5059592566218017365</id><published>2011-09-01T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:11:54.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Busy So I'll Post Some More</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Sara Bareilles' song called Gonna Get Over You.  It isn't depressing at all.  It makes me wanna get up and dance.  And the title isn't symbollic for my current situation at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Joe started texting basically when I woke up at noon...Ya, I feel ashamed for waking up so late but you also have to know I went to bed at 2 am!!! UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, he is at the Mesa Public Library &amp;amp; texts me: I'm at your favorite place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've forgotten where my favorite place is so I ask.  He says the library. And I respond: OH yeah! Well just look out for burping bums.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says: Ok. There are a few questionable characters here but they all look pretty harmless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say:  I love how you call the bums "questionable".  Truthfully I end up people watching whenever I go to the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says:  Maybe that'll be one of our dates.  The library to people watch.  We can bring popcorn, a blanket, squirt guns, you name it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUTE RIGHT?!  Sorry.  I get carried away some time.  I like him :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-5059592566218017365?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5059592566218017365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=5059592566218017365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5059592566218017365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5059592566218017365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-busy-so-ill-post-some-more.html' title='I&apos;m Not Busy So I&apos;ll Post Some More'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2173547639852592211</id><published>2011-09-01T01:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:23:30.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm STUFFED!</title><content type='html'>Oh Cheesecake Factory!  You are soo yummy!  I had a grilled chicken club sandwich for dinner and shared a raspberry &amp;amp; white chocolate truffle cheesecake &amp;amp; a red velvet cheesecake with the kids and their aunt tonight.  Super delicious.  So much so that it is now 1:20 am and I'm still stuffed to the brim.  (This can't be good for my "diet")  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to Joe for a little tonight.  He always makes me look at the bright side of things. :)  I know I said that before but tonight I was just saying how I wanted to go to bed but couldn't cause we weren't home yet and he was just telling me to enjoy this time of excitement...so I'm trying hard...cause he said so. :) ha ha.  Funny how when a boy says it, I actually try and do it...versus some other person. Like my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be hopefully not too hectic so I can have some down time...and not eat out at yummy places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2173547639852592211?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2173547639852592211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2173547639852592211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2173547639852592211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2173547639852592211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-stuffed.html' title='I&apos;m STUFFED!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2259894339337021806</id><published>2011-08-31T01:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:50:58.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGT &amp; A Boy Named Joe</title><content type='html'>AGT stands for America's Got Talent.  I went to the studio to watch the LIVE show with the family of ANNA GRACEMAN.  It was exciting when we got there.  Got our phones &amp;amp; other electronic devices taken from us so I was without them for 4 hours...and let me tell you, I was going crazy.  Not only could I not take pictures, text, or call people, but I didn't even have a concept of time because I use the clock on my phone.  By the time the last act of the show performed I was very tired of sitting in my chair.  I didn't leave it once.  Having driven 7 hours Monday and then sitting for 4 straight hours today, I was getting SO restless.  AND hungry! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. That studio is DEFINITELY not as big as the tv makes it seem.  And those acts are SO much better live than watching them on tv!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH Joe (Fondly known by the family as my "cup of Joe").  Texted a bit today.  Then called me and talked to me tonight.  I don't like others listening in on my giggling and flirting so I took the call out in the hall of the hotel...let's just say the other guests were not pleased.  This man came &amp;amp; told me I either had to move into my hotel room or had to take the call to the lobby.  (I honestly wasn't even being loud).  Goes to show you that even a 5 star hotel doesn't have very thick bedroom walls.  Dumb.  Anyway, I ended the call and we just texted the rest of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so sweet!  When I feel like I'm whining about things he helps me stay positive.  Then he always says I'm awesome or cool or whatever else fill in the blank nice thing to say there is.  I guess that's what makes being out of town so hard in particular cause I just started getting to know him then I get ripped away.  Which was obviously an unforeseen chain of events so I can't get too mad.  Just frustrated with the inability to change the circumstances.  OH well.  It's totally bed time.  I just had to say that... NIGHT!  Tomorrow is the AGT results show.  I wish we could know the vote count.  I'm willing to bet that ANNA got the most votes of everyone on the show this week.  Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2259894339337021806?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2259894339337021806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2259894339337021806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2259894339337021806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2259894339337021806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/08/agt-boy-named-joe.html' title='AGT &amp; A Boy Named Joe'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3139154629171552021</id><published>2011-08-30T00:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:23:05.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Owe Somebody Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIIYID1g9JQ/TlydWF6XakI/AAAAAAAABBE/E5uresZ7gXk/s1600/paintpic.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIIYID1g9JQ/TlydWF6XakI/AAAAAAAABBE/E5uresZ7gXk/s400/paintpic.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646561035685423682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I should keep these things to myself but I'm excited about them.  And when the subject being talked about doesn't know, I feel free to express myself on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon my random new "boyfriend" called me.  He asked if I had plans for dinner.  I said yes because I was already at my parents house.  (truthfully I might have cancelled with them were it not for the fact that I was leaving the following day for a 3 week trip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I said maybe we could do something afterward.  He agreed and said he also wanted to show me how to scuba dive in his pool.  (We talked about this the other night whilst hanging out after I saw all his air tanks.)  I said maybe &amp;amp; said I would bring games over to play.  (Also, his best friend &amp;amp; his fiance would be there too...which was potentially going to be awkward but I was willing to try it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove over to his house around 8:30.  I walked in to the kitchen to find out that the fiance was actually my brother in laws sister!!! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hello small world.  Meet Camille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we played a game called Loaded Questions.  Super fun game &amp;amp; I highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple had set a curfew for themselves so they left.  Yeah.  Alone time where I only have to impress one person instead of a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me back to tour the rooms in the house.  We went &amp;amp; sat on his bed &amp;amp; talked for a little while...yadda, yadda, yadda.  Some laughing at tickling later...We kissed.  I definitely liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was leaving for L.A. Monday (which is today) I wanted to workout one last time before the trip.  We talked about how we went to the same gym but just different times so I said we should meet up in the morning.  (Although after saying this I realized it meant he would see me at my worst.)  No make up.  Bad hair day.  Smelly.  Sweaty.  I guess I didn't care cause I didn't take the offer back.  He agreed.  He must've been half asleep when he answered. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so, he did meet me at the gym this morning...I got there first and had already run 3 miles...he was not even phased by my appearance.  50 points for him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say now...MMM...I like me some man who has buff arms.  AND HE DOES!  :)  Well, he even hugged me goodbye!  He is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we texted all day today...I wish my trip didn't come so soon after this all happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3139154629171552021?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3139154629171552021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3139154629171552021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3139154629171552021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3139154629171552021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-owe-somebody-ice-cream.html' title='I Owe Somebody Ice Cream'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIIYID1g9JQ/TlydWF6XakI/AAAAAAAABBE/E5uresZ7gXk/s72-c/paintpic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6991851576124068866</id><published>2011-08-28T02:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:20:06.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Date Night with a Twist! **PART 2**</title><content type='html'>So, I'm a chill person &amp; say OK.  We go to his house, get golf clubs.  (This is where I proceed to find out he loves scuba diving &amp; has air tanks in his kitchen.  He told me he would show me how sometime in his pool in the backyard.  (I was way stoked).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to Freestone Park.  He teaches me how to hold the golf club.  (You know, the whole bit where he stands behind you and holds your hands in the right position).  It was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 or 30 minutes, a guy comes by &amp; says the park closed at 10 pm  &amp; we had better leave cause they called a tow truck on my car.  We leave quickly. Ha.  Then, we didn't want to end the night so we came back to my house &amp; hunted for scorpions with black lights.  Found 7, caught 4.  I made him catch them because although I like to hunt, I don't like getting that close to them.  I just like the glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are in a cup as we consider what we will do with them.  He doesn't want to kill them but I'm sinister, &amp; I do!  We filled the cup with alcohol.  Almost all the way dead.  We take them outside and dump them in the middle of the street.  Lighter to stick.  Stick to pile of scorpions.  POOF. Fire ball at 1:00 am.  I'm creepy I guess cause I loved it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back inside the house &amp; talked more.  Had a mini water fight with the sprayer on the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went outside &amp; talked some more at the curb.  We hugged.  He said, "I know I've only known you a few hours but I kinda like you."  I said, "I like you too."  He said, "It's too bad you're going to L.A. for so long."  I said, "I know!"  I also joked about him flying up there to visit me. ha.  Anyway.  Then he said.  "But, I'll definitely call you when you're there."  All I could think of as a cute, clever response was, "Good. Do."  Ya, I'm lame.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, SUPER DUPER LUPER long story...but so unexpected.  And, I mainly just wanted to write it down before I forgot it all.  oh ya, and when I came inside, I couldn't stop giggling and smiling.  That's gotta be good right? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6991851576124068866?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6991851576124068866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6991851576124068866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6991851576124068866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6991851576124068866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/08/ward-date-night-with-twist-part-2.html' title='Ward Date Night with a Twist! **PART 2**'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7407134243838458856</id><published>2011-08-28T01:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:08:56.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Ward Date Night with a Twist! **Part 1**</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this at almost 2 am cuz I'm just still so wired from the events this evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hesitantly got ready for this evening as I knew being set up on 3 dates by the ward activity committee would be somewhat awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me &amp; my roommate got to the church we put our name in 3 baskets (one for each date).  I looked around to see if there was anyone I hoped to have as my date.  Saw one or two potentials.  Fat chance though...with my luck.  I hoped anyway though.  The first date was for dinner.  It was a guy from my ward I had met before &amp; thought was cute.  I didn't get any future vibes from him though.  And I was okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next date was for the activity portion of the night.  They set up a little carnival on the other half of the cultural hall.  My next date had braces but was otherwise easy on the eyes.  He wasn't from my ward &amp; so this was a fresh slate.  A new guy to meet.  We actually had a really good time.  He asked for my number at the end of the activity "date".  I was glad to give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third date was a unique guy from my ward.  (I say this because a few weeks ago he sent a Facebook message to my roommate &amp; said, and I quote, "What is your favorite color?"  Now mind you, he doesn't know my roommate that well at all.  Strange.  Anyway.  I tried talking to him &amp; it was not easy conversing...he never asked me anything.  So, I just kept asking him tons of questions.  Then the "date" flew by.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer was said &amp; we cleaned up.  Of course LDS singles like to linger in the hall for one last chance to socialize.  I stood in the hallway where my roommate came across a guy she knew who was with a friend.  She introduced me to them.  Both were cute guys.  The one Rosanna (my roommate) knew said I looked familiar.  I couldn't say the same.  He didn't look familiar at all.  So I just shrugged.  The other guy said jokingly, "Sports Illustrated?"  I said, "Ya, actually!  December!"  He said, "oh.  I was going to guess March."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we talked it up a whole ton in the hallway.  Then he said, "Well, what are you guys doing after this?"  I said, "I'm not sure."  Long conversations short, we decided on going to a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, skip some events...the party was full of young kids (at least that's how everyone looks at parties now.).  The one guy I was chatting with forever at the church said, "Hey.  You wanna get out of here?"  I said, "Ya!"  So he said, "OK.  First we gotta take you to your house and you need to change into shorts and a t-shirt.  We are gunna go to the park and hit golf balls..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7407134243838458856?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7407134243838458856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7407134243838458856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7407134243838458856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7407134243838458856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/08/ward-date-night-with-twist-part-1.html' title='Ward Date Night with a Twist! **Part 1**'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6995685214321522282</id><published>2011-08-25T23:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:28:48.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving for a MONTH??</title><content type='html'>So, I'm going to Cali in the next few days.  Los Angeles to be exact.  Going to be with the family for America's Got Talent.  They have rented a house for us to stay at while there since we will probably be there for a little bit...who knows how long.  It depends on how well the little girl does in the semi-final &amp;amp; final round.  I keep looking at her YouTube videos and they have pretty high views.  I'm hoping that means that at least that many people are telling their friends how awesome she is and they'll vote for her to stay.  In which case, we may be gone for a month...or more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crossing our fingers for good things to come.  Attending the live AGT show.  Beach perhaps??  And...DISNEYLAND!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6995685214321522282?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6995685214321522282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6995685214321522282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6995685214321522282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6995685214321522282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/08/leaving-for-month.html' title='Leaving for a MONTH??'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2105447719278702181</id><published>2011-08-02T20:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:26:39.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.o.W.  It's Been a Month</title><content type='html'>I've been lazy lately.  I'm trying to clear some memory space so I have room on my computer for my 500+ pictures from my New York trip.  It was the longest vacation I've ever taken so it felt weird to be away for so long!&lt;div&gt; One of these days soon. I'll post the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a little busy working out (almost) every day so I can look good when I go to California for America's Got Talent in about 2 weeks!  Here's hoping to lose 10 pounds by then...I think I can, I think I can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2105447719278702181?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2105447719278702181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2105447719278702181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2105447719278702181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2105447719278702181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/08/wow-its-been-month.html' title='W.o.W.  It&apos;s Been a Month'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-999824508740906600</id><published>2011-07-05T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:26:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>My plane leaves Thursday at noon.  I hope I come across a computer with internet while I'm there so I can document during the trip too.  We will see though... I'm so flipping excited.  Words can not explain this kind of anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-999824508740906600?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/999824508740906600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=999824508740906600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/999824508740906600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/999824508740906600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-8307198004778350708</id><published>2011-07-04T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:24:32.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prank Wars!</title><content type='html'>OH Ya! It is so on!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugeZDpFW-0g/ThO2JLky0_I/AAAAAAAABA8/oP9NILPWw7A/s1600/Allie_Legalus.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugeZDpFW-0g/ThO2JLky0_I/AAAAAAAABA8/oP9NILPWw7A/s400/Allie_Legalus.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626040628358075378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This human-sized Legolas startles me every time I walk into the same room as it.  My roommate brought it over from her parent's house and we have all taken turns scaring each other with it by leaving it in dark corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlvc0BYAd48/ThO2IdHMdZI/AAAAAAAABA0/l99zIawPc40/s1600/Popper_Prank.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlvc0BYAd48/ThO2IdHMdZI/AAAAAAAABA0/l99zIawPc40/s400/Popper_Prank.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626040615885895058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look closely.  Those are poppers in between the seat and the bowl.  (You know, the little ones wrapped in white paper when you throw them on the ground, the make snapping noises).  My roommate put them there as a surprise for someone when they sit down to go to the bathroom.  Man, I wish I had been awake to hear her scream...which she must have.  I would've.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up:  chemical in brownies that makes your pee turn blue...now, where do I find it. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-8307198004778350708?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8307198004778350708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=8307198004778350708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8307198004778350708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8307198004778350708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/07/prank-wars.html' title='Prank Wars!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugeZDpFW-0g/ThO2JLky0_I/AAAAAAAABA8/oP9NILPWw7A/s72-c/Allie_Legalus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3686845886844468034</id><published>2011-06-28T22:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:19:44.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera &amp; a Few Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, a lot has happened.  And it's complicated to type up.  I went on 2 dates.  One was actually a guy I went to high school with &amp;amp; the other is a guy from my single's ward.  For publicity's sake, I won't say names.  I wish I really could say finally, "I met THE ONE."  And, according to everyone I'm too picky...so, that may never happen.  But, I had a good time regardless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, since I'm going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;New York &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;in 9 days  I felt I needed a new slimmer camera.  I purchased one for $100...which went down to $80 two days after I purchased it.  POOP!  It takes fair pictures&lt;/span&gt;...you know, compared to my other 500 dollar one. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sunday was my roommate and best friend Kim's bday.  We threw a dance party for my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; roommate &amp;amp; I visited Kim at her parent's on Sunday.  Birthdays are fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mStefEpMQ4g/TgrCnf1wyEI/AAAAAAAABAc/_2VIf8b3NIc/s400/CIMG0187.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623521068543166530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had one normal chocolate cake and I made an itty bitty cheesecake...ya, that one thing on the plate with one candle.  It tasted ok.  I have had better.  Sorry Kim.  I tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1LqDxN8IDQ/TgrCnubsUXI/AAAAAAAABAk/WR0kfc6z-Hc/s400/CIMG0191.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623521072460353906" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhIXvKSunZA/TgrCn3b2iwI/AAAAAAAABAs/7MbB5vzerPA/s400/CIMG0194.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623521074876943106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSPj60TgzB0/TgrBUlqizHI/AAAAAAAABAU/wiihdPk_ji0/s400/CIMG0180.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623519644177583218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is all the roommates pulling music together and making the "ultimate birthday playlist".  I don't have pictures from the dance party but there are a few on Facebook that someone else took...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/211049233081709751-3686845886844468034?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3686845886844468034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3686845886844468034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3686845886844468034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3686845886844468034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-camera-few-birthdays.html' title='New Camera &amp; a Few Birthdays!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mStefEpMQ4g/TgrCnf1wyEI/AAAAAAAABAc/_2VIf8b3NIc/s72-c/CIMG0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3575819363166924735</id><published>2011-06-18T09:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:02:22.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lopsided Boobies</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WqB6LM15AdY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3575819363166924735?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3575819363166924735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3575819363166924735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3575819363166924735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3575819363166924735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-babysit-sometimes.html' title='Lopsided Boobies'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WqB6LM15AdY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6884234421264434764</id><published>2011-06-16T17:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:20:56.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday!</title><content type='html'>It was a Terrific Thursday Today! (I know, bad alliteration).  Anyway, went to work,  The family brought me back two really cute presents that I absolutely love and I didn't even expect it at all.  So, yeah for unexpected surprises!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I went running at the gym.  Even though I didn't want to.  8 miles later, I feel tired but so happy I did it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, I'm going to watch Country Strong and go to a pool party/bbq.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I know I often make my life out to be so depressing but...today, I'm so glad I am single!  Glad I can do all the things I want to and not ask my husband if it's okay.  Or, get the kids a babysitter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6884234421264434764?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6884234421264434764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6884234421264434764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6884234421264434764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6884234421264434764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7794536470334212228</id><published>2011-06-14T22:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:10:21.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequences of a Complainer</title><content type='html'>Heavenly Father has a way of showing us how wrong we are...in a very nice way sometimes.  In my case he pretty much said, "Oh, you are SUCH a drama queen!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last post was basically-"Poor me.  I got stood up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post in a long story short- I'm going on&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dates this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7794536470334212228?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7794536470334212228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7794536470334212228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7794536470334212228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7794536470334212228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/06/consequences-of-complainer.html' title='Consequences of a Complainer'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1154241037079098426</id><published>2011-06-12T01:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:43:10.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Moments</title><content type='html'>You know when you sit down at the end of the day and pull out your journal to write about what happened?  You usually only write the highlights from the day right?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, only the stuff that is really worth remembering...or that have significance to you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today my entry &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; have been:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a lovely brunch with my family at The Black Bear Diner.  Service was to put it kindly, a little poor.  No matter.  The blueberry pancakes were delicious!  Afterwards, I helped my mom and sis find church dresses to liven up their wardrobes with the help of a little old store called The Dress Barn.  After that, we went grocery shopping together.  I bought yellow squash that I have just recently discovered tastes fantastic boiled and covered in salt and butter!  Then tonight, I ran 7 miles.  And swam one mile.  It felt so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instead, I wrote thus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Sat, June 11, 2011. &lt;b&gt;Loneliness.&lt;/b&gt;  A word I know all too well.  &lt;i&gt;*(Yes, I'm SUCH a drama queen sometimes!)*  &lt;/i&gt;It is so quiet in this room I think I can hear the water sloshing around inside my stomach and my heart beating thru my ears.  I'm bummed tonight cuz I was going to go out on a group date with an old friend and he bailed on me in the late afternoon.  So, I opted to go to my ward pool party- exceptI didn't want to go alone cuz I still don't really know too many people in my ward so I would have been in danger of looking like the awkward loner girl at the party.  I texted all my roommates but every single one was busy. Go figure.  I decided to go run my anger off at the gym instead.  I hate feeling like this so why do I let myself?!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ...I wrote some other things but you get the picture.  Why do I (maybe insert WE) let ourselves only see the negative in my (our) lives?  Why can't the glass be half full?  I have 2 working legs, eyes, arms, hands, feet.  Isn't that enough to just BE HAPPY!!!!  arg.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's 1:38 am.  I'm kinda not really so much tired.  YouTube, here I come.  May you have many many viral videos to put me to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1154241037079098426?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1154241037079098426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1154241037079098426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1154241037079098426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1154241037079098426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorable-moments.html' title='Memorable Moments'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6960961320175313269</id><published>2011-06-04T23:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:46:23.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Pilots</title><content type='html'>Today was a special day!  It was the day I woke up and spent 3 hours in a chair.  It was for a good cause.  I earned 100 dollars for sitting and writing in that chair.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took two AEPA tests and received 100 dollars in PenguinBooks giftcard money.... ooo...what to buy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other &lt;i&gt;uneventful&lt;/i&gt; notes:  I watched &lt;b&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/b&gt; tonight with my sis-in-law and sis.  It was sad at some points.  I had to keep looking up at the ceiling so the tears would go away.  Then I kept making stupid comments about people's hair, or their acting...yet, for the same reason.  I hate crying.  Always have.  I can't explain why.  I don't like people seeing that side of me.  I think it's ugly.  Other than the avoidance of crying, it was a pretty touching movie.  It's interesting to put yourself in that situation and decide what choices you would make if you were the mom/daughter/sister/etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6960961320175313269?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6960961320175313269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6960961320175313269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6960961320175313269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6960961320175313269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/06/tale-of-two-pilots.html' title='A Tale of Two Pilots'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1917594896529767597</id><published>2011-05-26T07:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T08:20:41.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Man. EW!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night when I was running on the treadmill I saw a fat man spraying paper towels out of the corner of my eye.  Then he started walking toward the back of the room...in a pretty gay fashion.  He was holding the towels out in front of him with his hands out like a dog's paws when he is begging for a treat.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EW.  I'm sorry.  But anyone who acts gay like that repulses me.  It makes me, I don't know.  Weirded out.  Anyway, he proceeds to get on the treadmill next to me.  His second mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third and final NASTY EW:  he was wearing some kind of floral perfume.  Like, a WAY heavy grandma-smelling amount.  I didn't want to leave my treadmill cause I had already been on mine for about ten minutes.  Plus, I guess I didn't want him to think I was leaving on his account...which  I &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; would have been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a total of 45 minutes next to this gay, fat, perfumey man.  UGH.  I can't believe I endured his musk as long as I did.  Needless to say, I will definitely keep my eye out for him in my next visits.  It will NOT happen again.  Camille has spoken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1917594896529767597?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1917594896529767597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1917594896529767597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1917594896529767597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1917594896529767597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/05/fat-man-ew.html' title='Fat Man. EW!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7689364437239487038</id><published>2011-05-23T18:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:15:01.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Do Come True</title><content type='html'>According to my "Days Until..." app, I will be leaving on a trip I have hoped for and dreamed of in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;45 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Most of you already know where I'm going. Here are the hints for those of you who haven't been on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pi-D7_d5Gbg/TdsThIgHEhI/AAAAAAAABAI/cwjbOdO62Ho/s1600/hill-cumorah-pageant-intro.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pi-D7_d5Gbg/TdsThIgHEhI/AAAAAAAABAI/cwjbOdO62Ho/s400/hill-cumorah-pageant-intro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610099220758860306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGtsvjsvWIo/TdsTgxKr8XI/AAAAAAAABAA/Av_FHtlNtKU/s1600/TAXI.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGtsvjsvWIo/TdsTgxKr8XI/AAAAAAAABAA/Av_FHtlNtKU/s400/TAXI.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610099214494986610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhc7_JJN5lA/TdsTgmTN9nI/AAAAAAAAA_4/0ksnBdbjv_o/s1600/EmpireState.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhc7_JJN5lA/TdsTgmTN9nI/AAAAAAAAA_4/0ksnBdbjv_o/s400/EmpireState.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610099211577980530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxgE1Euzors/TdsTgHC76II/AAAAAAAAA_w/Wa2kxNBouHI/s1600/groundzero.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxgE1Euzors/TdsTgHC76II/AAAAAAAAA_w/Wa2kxNBouHI/s400/groundzero.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610099203188189314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVns5mvNTVc/TdsTf7p7J_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/tD8qY6Fvq3k/s1600/MET.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVns5mvNTVc/TdsTf7p7J_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/tD8qY6Fvq3k/s400/MET.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610099200130492402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Man am I excited!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7689364437239487038?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7689364437239487038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7689364437239487038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7689364437239487038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7689364437239487038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/05/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams Do Come True'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pi-D7_d5Gbg/TdsThIgHEhI/AAAAAAAABAI/cwjbOdO62Ho/s72-c/hill-cumorah-pageant-intro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7658940498344956340</id><published>2011-05-18T20:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:26:29.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pulled a 'Mr Bean'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have any of you watched Mr. Bean?  He is this British guy who does really weird, sometimes pretty literal, things.  It's funny.  Anyway.  There is an episode where he is at the laundromat and he is washing his underwears.  He has one for every day of the week...quickly realizing Saturday's underwear is on him.  He shimmies (sp?) them off sort of discretely and puts them in the wash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVyamlnJlew/TdSNkkieewI/AAAAAAAAA_g/NBoeUADTP20/s400/MRbean.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608263095406197506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.  I did that.  I can't believe I'm even writing this on here.  But, there was no one home and the washer wasn't full yet so....ya.  problem solved. ha.  I'm laughing even remembering that I did that.  Maybe it isn't funny to anyone else. oh well.  That's why this is my blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7658940498344956340?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7658940498344956340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7658940498344956340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7658940498344956340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7658940498344956340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-pulled-mr-bean.html' title='I Pulled a &apos;Mr Bean&apos;'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVyamlnJlew/TdSNkkieewI/AAAAAAAAA_g/NBoeUADTP20/s72-c/MRbean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1094572070654380693</id><published>2011-05-14T19:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:09:25.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation?  What's That?</title><content type='html'>Where is your motivation?  I would say I've lost mine, but I'm not entirely sure I ever had any to begin with.  Maybe it's just one of those "debbie-downer" days.  I dunno.  I need motivation to get my butt off this queen sized bed for one and get stuff done but I just don't want to.  No one is telling me to do it.  There is no definite deadline.  And certainly noone is going to  die if it doesn't get done.  So why does it even need to happen right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.  Ok.  I just want to know what gets you going in the day?  What motivates you to accomplish or at least start a project...cuz I've got a million projects and no energy to complete the tasks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish my wall hanging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mount my curtains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mop the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change the oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write in my journal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make more greeting cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shower...oops, shouldn't have said that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean the shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Workout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some say life is passing them by, I say, life is trying to run me over!&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/211049233081709751-1094572070654380693?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1094572070654380693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1094572070654380693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1094572070654380693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1094572070654380693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/05/motivation-whats-that.html' title='Motivation?  What&apos;s That?'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6452527232047794544</id><published>2011-05-09T00:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:31:08.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She ALMOST Died.</title><content type='html'>Saturday I checked the oil level in my car...er...the car I'm borrowing from my parents until I get a new car.  There was absolutely NO oil registering on the dip stick.  Talk about almost heart attack.  My dad has drilled into me since I've gotten my license that I MUST make sure there is oil in the car at all times.  Apparently I failed to follow through his countless lectures.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKFULLY, the car did not die.  I was spared the wrath of khan by pouring in a quart of oil...I'm almost 90% sure she would have died on the way home that night had I not done so.  Hallelujah.  Crisis averted...for a little while at least.  I NEED ME A NEW CAR!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6452527232047794544?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6452527232047794544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6452527232047794544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6452527232047794544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6452527232047794544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/05/she-almost-died.html' title='She ALMOST Died.'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-149058071928581244</id><published>2011-05-03T08:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:14:00.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Pics &amp; Visiting Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just emptied my pictures on to my friends MAC just now and was surprised to find many many old pictures.  OOPS.  So, this will be a collage post.  ENJOY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jolJzGRl0Ak/TcAjRiTiIhI/AAAAAAAAA-g/RuJBV922ySQ/s400/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602516720622379538" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back when I was Enrichment committee leader, we went all out for our Valentine's Day activity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--22QQI24RZE/TcAjRLCPWSI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/dLtRZvUrBT8/s400/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602516714375829794" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gEoLSEKWvc/TcAjQ4X-2eI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/JU__MoBQ7Cc/s400/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602516709366749666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sister-in-law Kelsey &amp;amp; I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7p0x3fajU/TcAinizDbTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/QQ608Af8BCw/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7p0x3fajU/TcAinizDbTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/QQ608Af8BCw/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602515999200079154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating at Texas Roadhouse on girl's night out! Karie &amp;amp; Candi (Back in January)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zs_89oJ6Px4/TcAmowE3jBI/AAAAAAAAA_A/17Ur6hQ8Ec4/s400/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602520417990839314" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fast forward....to Friday, April 29th in Denver, Colorado...It's snowing at the Rockies Baseball game!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDtnpJWdTms/TcAmpbI82cI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Awi_4dbyTx8/s1600/IMG_0199.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDtnpJWdTms/TcAmpbI82cI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Awi_4dbyTx8/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602520429550688706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu9GQjPH8XE/TcAmoohzZtI/AAAAAAAAA-4/qeJG3RFl-Pc/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu9GQjPH8XE/TcAmoohzZtI/AAAAAAAAA-4/qeJG3RFl-Pc/s400/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602520415964718802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VburIBPTRyk/TcAmob2DfmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/TMsdJRDFN-Q/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VburIBPTRyk/TcAmob2DfmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/TMsdJRDFN-Q/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602520412559998562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rewind...in March, I made my first homemade hamburger (cheeseburger technically).  It was DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-xOVRneAEo/TcAmniS9u-I/AAAAAAAAA-o/XtuA64HAz_Q/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-xOVRneAEo/TcAmniS9u-I/AAAAAAAAA-o/XtuA64HAz_Q/s400/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602520397111999458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my roommate Rosanna, the owner of the house.  I was trying to capture her ginormous mug of Mtn Dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVetKcy3xRQ/TcAo8geWxhI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/c1Se4Os2UTM/s1600/IMG_0205.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVetKcy3xRQ/TcAo8geWxhI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/c1Se4Os2UTM/s400/IMG_0205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602522956423415314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, May 2nd.  We went to Micheal's and got painting supplies and canvases...and went crazy!  Michelle's picture is so awesome!!!  Seriously.  I'm jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-149058071928581244?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/149058071928581244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=149058071928581244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/149058071928581244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/149058071928581244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-pics-visiting-friends.html' title='Old Pics &amp; Visiting Friends'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jolJzGRl0Ak/TcAjRiTiIhI/AAAAAAAAA-g/RuJBV922ySQ/s72-c/IMG_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-5645570019336717335</id><published>2011-04-17T15:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:30:06.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many LEI'D jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQiERUaAHiw/TatpP1hdXoI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0rbB3cpdc3E/s1600/LUAU.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQiERUaAHiw/TatpP1hdXoI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0rbB3cpdc3E/s400/LUAU.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596682682724343426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely:  that's me on the far right!!!  (jk. ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a luau last night with my little sister Karie-(AKA forever wingman cuz my friends seem to all be MIA lately).  Food was delicious.  And authentic Polynesian dancers were awesome to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Karie to go dance with my roommate at the end.  Came back and what do I find?  Karie is surrounded by guys.  She has an aura about her that just draws men to her!  It's truly crazy.  (This is why I didn't feel too bad leaving her to stand by herself in the corner when I went to go dance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came back from dancing and started talking to these guys too.  One of them was really cute.  Unfortunately he is kinda young.  What do you think of a 25 year old dating a 21 year old??  (He seriously just got back from his mission 3 weeks ago.)  Talk about a little baby...meaning young.  Not ACTS like a baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged numbers.  Hopefully something will come of it... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-5645570019336717335?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5645570019336717335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=5645570019336717335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5645570019336717335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5645570019336717335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/04/too-many-leid-jokes.html' title='Too Many LEI&apos;D jokes'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQiERUaAHiw/TatpP1hdXoI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0rbB3cpdc3E/s72-c/LUAU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2397197004772581424</id><published>2011-04-12T09:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:23:48.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Taught, He learned</title><content type='html'>I taught the 2nd grader how to tell time!!!  It's such an awesome feeling of realizing all my hard work paid off!  Yesterday I said, "Hey, what time is?" He looked over at the clock for a few seconds and then stated the CORRECT time.  Oh, how happy that moment was.  He acted as if it was nothing, but it was definitely sweet! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2397197004772581424?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2397197004772581424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2397197004772581424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2397197004772581424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2397197004772581424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-taught-he-learned.html' title='I Taught, He learned'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3611060351769786303</id><published>2011-04-11T21:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:00:52.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New NEWS</title><content type='html'>I'm having a lot of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt; lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bXVwPB0tlUw/TaPqC_lh0PI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ADkWhLLM7tY/s1600/geocache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bXVwPB0tlUw/TaPqC_lh0PI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ADkWhLLM7tY/s400/geocache.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594572499273765106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I went on a date.  We went Geocaching...to Saguaro Lake.  My friends, that is FAR.  I think.  It was a 40 minute drive with someone I couldn't really converse with.  Then his GPS unit wasn't working.  Then we went off-roading. And I was praying the whole time the truck wouldn't flip.  And I'm not even kidding. HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to reassure me by saying, "Don't worry, it takes a lot to flip this truck."  I was thinking, "Oh great, he thinks just because it hasn't flipped in a long time or ever, it won't."  That's how people DIE buddy.  I would rather not take part in the fiesta...or lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_EukIP-m8c/TaPqNzDNb4I/AAAAAAAAA94/SQccKwrEwIU/s1600/SUSHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_EukIP-m8c/TaPqNzDNb4I/AAAAAAAAA94/SQccKwrEwIU/s400/SUSHI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594572684887158658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the following night, I went to a place called RA.  I tried my first sushi &amp; squid.  I went because a cute guy invited me.  Plus, I thought, I gotta do something in my life and not stand back and watch it pass me by.  Squid review:  Taste &amp; texture is what I imagine uncooked bacon to be like.  Sushi review: Just gross.  Whether dipped in Soy Sauce or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall consensus: Never going back.  Gagged way too many times to think it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-decAJqDBmxE/TaPp5bd9BTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wkvKwPZ2j70/s1600/hot_tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-decAJqDBmxE/TaPp5bd9BTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wkvKwPZ2j70/s400/hot_tub.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594572334959494450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sushi, I just went home.  Around 10:30 my roommate came home &amp; invited me to go hot tubbing with her and some friends.  Which, I have done before...but never with this amount of people.  4 girls, 10 guys.  HELLO AWESOME.  Now if only the other 3 girls weren't there...that would have been fantastic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next new adventure: The Hunger Games.  I'm ready!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3611060351769786303?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3611060351769786303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3611060351769786303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3611060351769786303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3611060351769786303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-news.html' title='New NEWS'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bXVwPB0tlUw/TaPqC_lh0PI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ADkWhLLM7tY/s72-c/geocache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3216405216992025640</id><published>2011-04-06T22:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:46:19.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn.  Thought He Forgot About Me</title><content type='html'>I met a guy at a New Year's party this last year.  He got my number in the end because I was in a group and it would have been extremely awkward to turn him down...plus, he caught me off guard and before I knew what good excuse to come up with, my mouth was saying, "SSUrree."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never called.  I thought I was off the hook.  He doesn't even live in AZ anyway!  Phewf.  Awkward date avoided.  WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me while I was at work today.  Stupid curiosity in me pushed me to answer an unknown caller.  Which I NEVER do actually.  It was HIM.  My kids were right in front of me giggling.  I kept mouthing "Ssshhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.  Friday is the day I have to put on my, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm having a good tim&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; face...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3216405216992025640?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3216405216992025640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3216405216992025640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3216405216992025640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3216405216992025640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/04/darn-thought-he-forgot-about-me.html' title='Darn.  Thought He Forgot About Me'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7404881024760954339</id><published>2011-04-04T22:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:39:26.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin Soarin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tas6JhqiLB8/TZqq7pU0o_I/AAAAAAAAA9g/yaKgO86Yguo/s1600/colorado.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tas6JhqiLB8/TZqq7pU0o_I/AAAAAAAAA9g/yaKgO86Yguo/s400/colorado.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591969829016085490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited it's time to go visit a friend in Colorado again!  I'm so lucky work is flexible enough and I don't have a husband or kids holding me back from being there for a friend.  And a little fun too... :) Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7404881024760954339?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7404881024760954339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7404881024760954339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7404881024760954339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7404881024760954339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/04/goin-soarin.html' title='Goin Soarin'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tas6JhqiLB8/TZqq7pU0o_I/AAAAAAAAA9g/yaKgO86Yguo/s72-c/colorado.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3377145118381716259</id><published>2011-03-16T08:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T08:50:52.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefix &amp; Suffix lesson:  FAIL!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a rough day at work.  I did bad at presenting the material and the little boy was far from listening to what I had to say.  Not sure what the problem was but I was so frustrated that he was just slumped over on the floor in another world that I wanted to get up and walk out!  Good thing today is a new day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beaten but not broken.  I will try again.  Crossing my fingers for a happier school day which doesn't include me pulling teeth to teach something or bribing them beyond measure to get them to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3377145118381716259?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3377145118381716259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3377145118381716259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3377145118381716259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3377145118381716259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/03/prefix-suffix-lesson-fail.html' title='Prefix &amp; Suffix lesson:  FAIL!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6605632691927504139</id><published>2011-03-11T16:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T16:11:32.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geo Caching!!!</title><content type='html'>Look it up if you don't know what it is.  http://www.geocaching.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvS7GTOFyw8/TXqq9FDyX7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SEScSlLU_64/s1600/GPS-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvS7GTOFyw8/TXqq9FDyX7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SEScSlLU_64/s400/GPS-500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582962654385954738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I found more black widow spiders than geo cache treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eaIiFgHRGGM/TXqr7DcrNcI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/XpLsPfBy6gk/s1600/JSC%2525209911%252520Black%252520Widow%252520belly%2525202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eaIiFgHRGGM/TXqr7DcrNcI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/XpLsPfBy6gk/s400/JSC%2525209911%252520Black%252520Widow%252520belly%2525202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582963719105361346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6605632691927504139?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6605632691927504139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6605632691927504139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6605632691927504139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6605632691927504139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/03/geo-caching.html' title='Geo Caching!!!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvS7GTOFyw8/TXqq9FDyX7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SEScSlLU_64/s72-c/GPS-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2350647184769599403</id><published>2011-03-07T16:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:16:40.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><content type='html'>Today I was given a second chance.  A bunch of second chances really.  But, the main one I'm talking about is with the Mesa Municipal Court.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, back in December I ran a red light...and owned up to it.  They had my picture!  Well, I took most of the online course except the final exam.  Cuz it was complicated.  Like WAY complicated.  Long story short, you were supposed to finish this $188 class 7 days prior to your court date.  And, I forgot when that was til obviously TOO late.  So, I had to get up at 5 am this morning to ask for a SECOND continuance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they didn't allow this, I would have had to pay an &lt;i&gt;additional &lt;/i&gt;$218.  Hello WORLD OF SADNESS!!!  Thank goodness they accepted my excuse and have now given me until April 1st to finish this class.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repenting now for my procrastinating and am determined to take this final this week.  Come hell or high water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2350647184769599403?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2350647184769599403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2350647184769599403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2350647184769599403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2350647184769599403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/03/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-267991671759963204</id><published>2011-03-02T22:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:41:09.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!  I LOVE my Refund!</title><content type='html'>It feels &lt;i&gt;exciting &lt;/i&gt;to get a refund on my Federal Return especially when I'm down a lot of money right now and trying to buy a car!!!  I hope everyone else feels the joy of money being directly deposited in their account NOT on pay day too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-267991671759963204?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/267991671759963204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=267991671759963204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/267991671759963204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/267991671759963204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/03/yeah-i-love-my-refund.html' title='Yeah!  I LOVE my Refund!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2176814905693266173</id><published>2011-03-01T12:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:27:56.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Days</title><content type='html'>It's been coming for a while.  It's scary. It's the end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my last day at work.  It was sad to see the kids go.  It's like a book with the ending ripped out.  I will never know what happens to these kids...Will they ever learn to successfully read?  Will they go to college?  Will they ever master their multiplication facts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My condo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved out all weekend.  Can I just say, I have A LOT of S-T-U-F-F!  Thank goodness some kind ward members stepped up to help me out.  Especially when my own family is too busy to help me.  I'm so thankful for charitable people in the world!  They gave up 2 hours on their Saturday just to do service for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; is not the end.  But, the &lt;i&gt;BEGINNING&lt;/i&gt;.  Living at a house in SE Mesa.  Going to a new job tomorrow as a homeschooling teacher/nanny.  Sunday I will go to a new ward.  Hopefully in a few &lt;i&gt;short&lt;/i&gt; weeks I will be driving a new car too!  This is my new life.  And it begins now...with a &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8xXT4hd3F8/TW1IcNVfzbI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zbb-LRUSiNI/s1600/beaty_print-8764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8xXT4hd3F8/TW1IcNVfzbI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zbb-LRUSiNI/s400/beaty_print-8764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579195162835275186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glpfIVAFk4A/TW1IbuHiiEI/AAAAAAAAA9A/R4NIGTZro8o/s1600/CAT%2Bsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glpfIVAFk4A/TW1IbuHiiEI/AAAAAAAAA9A/R4NIGTZro8o/s400/CAT%2Bsmile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579195154455234626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2176814905693266173?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2176814905693266173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2176814905693266173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2176814905693266173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2176814905693266173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-days.html' title='The Last Days'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8xXT4hd3F8/TW1IcNVfzbI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zbb-LRUSiNI/s72-c/beaty_print-8764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-672999165856153338</id><published>2011-02-10T22:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:34:35.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So NOW they flock to me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Come one, come all.  It's now time to line up and take &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camille&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; out on a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; date&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;weirdest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; week EVER...well, in a long time &amp;amp; pertaining to dating.  I have been frantically preparing for this dating Enrichment activity that we held tonight.  Hallelujah it's over.  It was fun but I'm so glad I don't need to think about preparation for it anymore.  It was exhausting...to say the least...I'll finish talking about that in a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But &lt;b&gt;FIRST&lt;/b&gt;, it was a weird week because first off, I got a Facebook message from a guy I went out with once about 3-4 years ago.  Haven't really kept in touch with him.  He said, and I quote, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"so.....there is something about you that intrigues me........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This is a very flattering statement...especially because I was just beginning to think guys don't even look at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(I want to post our whole FaCeBoOk conversation but that might be TMI for some...and a little public. ha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;THEN, Wednesday night, yesterday, I got a phone call from a guy in my ward asking me to go to a hockey game this weekend. (This is difficult for me to say yes to because everytime I look at him I think of my Uncle.  Nothing could ever happen between us because of that)....I am giving him one shot though...so I said YES.  Was that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Then TONIGHT, after the enrichment activity, one of the guys that helped with the event texted me &amp;amp; said, and I quote, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Dear Camille.  I think you are very pretty. Sincerely, Abe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So, I decided, I am deeply flattered this week.  I wish one of these guys seemed like a real potential...I'm very doubtful though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-672999165856153338?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/672999165856153338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=672999165856153338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/672999165856153338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/672999165856153338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-now-they-flock-to-me.html' title='So NOW they flock to me???'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6947803854621052975</id><published>2011-02-06T22:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:52:25.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>I'm so pleased to be able to say I'm MOVING!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a cute little 5 bedroom house.  This girl just bought it and is fixing it up (it was a foreclosed).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will officially be moved in as of March but will be packing stuff over there the last week in February.  Hopefully fun packing pictures will follow.  FUn!?! HA ha ha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, thank you GEEVZ for taking the time to help me with the problems in the previous post.  I owe you ice cream and brownies for actually going out of your way and thinking of me when you have a new baby to tend to!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6947803854621052975?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6947803854621052975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6947803854621052975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6947803854621052975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6947803854621052975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/02/moving-again.html' title='Moving AGAIN.'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6649344739093323422</id><published>2011-01-25T21:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:11:49.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eye is Twitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All day today.  It's gotta be due to stress.  I'm stressing a lot lately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TT-exx7Hq5I/AAAAAAAAA80/FqU7OramGQw/s400/STRESSED.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566342242505304978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gotta pay for a ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gotta fix my provisional teaching certificate before it expires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gotta study for another AEPA test...CAN'T FAIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gotta find a new place to live before March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gotta pay for my 3 cavities without dental insurance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gotta find/buy a new car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gotta look for a new job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gotta deal with scary high school kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-hours at work got cut (-40 a month!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gotta follow through with my church calling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IS THERE ANY RELIEF OUT THERE??&lt;/b&gt;  I'm swimming in "wo is me" right now.  Someone have a life preserver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/211049233081709751-6649344739093323422?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6649344739093323422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6649344739093323422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6649344739093323422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6649344739093323422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-eye-is-twitching.html' title='My Eye is Twitching'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TT-exx7Hq5I/AAAAAAAAA80/FqU7OramGQw/s72-c/STRESSED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-4711824004243163242</id><published>2011-01-23T10:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:42:50.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why RENT, When You Can Check it Out for FREE?</title><content type='html'>Do you know you can check out even the most recent of dvd's at the public library?  Yes, YOU CAN!  I just found a butt-load of dvds that are at the Mesa Public Library.&lt;br /&gt;Titles such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;G.I. Joe, Rising of the Cobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Invention of Lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Valentine's Day  (Although, I personally didn't care for this movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Night at the Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Message in a Bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;About a Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Big Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sahara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The da vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the list goes on and on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, try looking a movie up from the library before you pay a fee at the closest rental store.  You can even have them put the dvd on hold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-4711824004243163242?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4711824004243163242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=4711824004243163242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4711824004243163242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4711824004243163242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-rent-when-you-can-check-it-out-for.html' title='Why RENT, When You Can Check it Out for FREE?'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6853914540205223421</id><published>2011-01-16T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:07:31.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just Found This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TTPAfTMPEnI/AAAAAAAAA8s/uP-9kZQ6UTM/s1600/eclipse%2Bchristmas%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TTPAfTMPEnI/AAAAAAAAA8s/uP-9kZQ6UTM/s400/eclipse%2Bchristmas%2Bcard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563001608692765298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it!  Anything making fun of vampires; I'm IN! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6853914540205223421?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6853914540205223421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=6853914540205223421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6853914540205223421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/6853914540205223421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-found-this.html' title='I just Found This'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TTPAfTMPEnI/AAAAAAAAA8s/uP-9kZQ6UTM/s72-c/eclipse%2Bchristmas%2Bcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6466648799597691670</id><published>2011-01-10T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:00:01.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJb2sPmijv4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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the gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1137080252560560803?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1137080252560560803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1137080252560560803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1137080252560560803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1137080252560560803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-for-me-today-was.html' title='Christmas For Me Today Was...'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-6748974734474139753</id><published>2011-01-08T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:56:08.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Ideas Come In The Shower</title><content type='html'>...unfortunately I can't have a pen &amp; paper in the shower therefore I lose those ideas. &lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-6748974734474139753?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1873602074239036531</id><published>2011-01-06T13:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:29:26.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful What You Wish For.  You just Might Get It!!!</title><content type='html'>It's 1:30pm right now and instead of working I'm laying in bed with my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because one of our schools/clients was dropped at the last minute and so I didn't need to go to their school today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1873602074239036531?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1873602074239036531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1873602074239036531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1873602074239036531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1873602074239036531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/01/be-careful-what-you-wish-for-you-just.html' title='Be Careful What You Wish For.  You just Might Get It!!!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-9128112917549380008</id><published>2011-01-04T17:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:26:50.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Come NO ONE Told Me I was FAT?!</title><content type='html'>Don't Deny it.  The photo proves it.  The picture below is from November 2009.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TSO6LBUr9EI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Svkv9MF4LnY/s1600/fatCamille_NOV2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TSO6LBUr9EI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Svkv9MF4LnY/s400/fatCamille_NOV2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558491063601853506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TSO6bI7cV_I/AAAAAAAAA8k/DfZcWuRbr1c/s1600/IMG_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TSO6bI7cV_I/AAAAAAAAA8k/DfZcWuRbr1c/s400/IMG_0147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558491340521363442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-9128112917549380008?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/9128112917549380008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=9128112917549380008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/9128112917549380008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/9128112917549380008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-come-no-one-told-me-i-was-fat.html' title='How Come NO ONE Told Me I was FAT?!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TSO6LBUr9EI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Svkv9MF4LnY/s72-c/fatCamille_NOV2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2565105706597164604</id><published>2011-01-02T18:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:50:51.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day VLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Hyk9r_apC0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Hyk9r_apC0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2010 was fun, but not long enough.  I go back to work tomorrow. :(  I know I need the money though so I will grudgingly get out of bed tomorrow morning at 5:30 am...oh the things we do because we have to provide for ourselves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2565105706597164604?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2565105706597164604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2565105706597164604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2565105706597164604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2565105706597164604'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1178539866531497568?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1178539866531497568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1178539866531497568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1178539866531497568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1178539866531497568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-prep-vlog.html' title='Christmas Eve Prep VLOG'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iLskJfDDLpE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2940858045321974454</id><published>2010-12-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:15:30.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do When I Am BORED STIFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q28U-QMRJc0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2940858045321974454?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2940858045321974454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2940858045321974454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2940858045321974454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2940858045321974454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-do-when-i-am-bored-stiff.html' title='What I do When I Am BORED STIFF'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q28U-QMRJc0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1773080827823756848</id><published>2010-12-09T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:44:09.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Explain</title><content type='html'>What my job entails is traveling to multiple schools throughout the week.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days a week I go to an elementary and high school in East Mesa.  Both for an hour each. 4 kids every half hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days a week I go to an elementary school in mid-Phoenix.  For an hour. 4 kids every half hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days a week I go to an elementary school in Glendale.  For an hour and a half. 4 kids every half hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At each school, I work with kids ranging from first grade to 10th grade in reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I know I don't like high school kids for a &lt;b&gt;fact.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've worked with them.&lt;/i&gt;  I don't have the skill, and I don't pretend to want to have the skill to work with that age group.  This is why I now am in a predicament (sp??).  This high school added on to the schools I travel to will be a 2 hour work period.  Then, I also tutor for an hour after work at an elementary school by my house.  P.S. I am only allowed to get paid for 35 hours a week.  I'm not sure there are enough hours in the day for the drive time in between schools and the planning periods for the kids I would work with.  (52 total kids!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1773080827823756848?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1773080827823756848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1773080827823756848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1773080827823756848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1773080827823756848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-me-explain.html' title='Let Me Explain'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1689583628815179606</id><published>2010-12-09T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T08:07:38.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Gets Tough, So Get GLAD.</title><content type='html'>I am now forced into a tough decision.  Do I stay or do I go?!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss has added a mid-Phoenix high school onto my schedule of schools.  However, there is a reason I majored in Early Childhood Education!  I do NOT like working with high school kids.  In fact, I detest it.  So, I've told him I might be quitting because of it...even though I don't have any other jobs lined up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone know of any education jobs out there?  I know it's silly to ask because the answer is probably NO, but still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH!!!!  And then life gets hard again.  TRYING to stay positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1689583628815179606?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1689583628815179606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1689583628815179606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1689583628815179606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1689583628815179606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-gets-tough-so-get-glad.html' title='Life Gets Tough, So Get GLAD.'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7277673441934865099</id><published>2010-12-04T16:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:42:58.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TPrRxhblF8I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/P_eefG97H2E/s1600/ECLIPSE-Special-Edition-DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TPrRxhblF8I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/P_eefG97H2E/s400/ECLIPSE-Special-Edition-DVD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546976539778029506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You make me happy, when skies are gray!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - Yes, I waited at Wal Mart for an hour and a half at midnight last night for this bad boy.  Haha.  Obsessed much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7277673441934865099?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7277673441934865099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7277673441934865099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7277673441934865099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7277673441934865099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-my-sunshine-my-only-sunshine.html' title='You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine!'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TPrRxhblF8I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/P_eefG97H2E/s72-c/ECLIPSE-Special-Edition-DVD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-2678510115358496354</id><published>2010-11-29T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:59:00.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination Fits Me Well</title><content type='html'>I will do almost anything just to get out of doing what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEEDS&lt;/span&gt; to be done.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Case &amp;amp; Point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Yesterday I was supposed to grade papers and enter the scores on the computer.  Did I do it? NO WAY.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what I did do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;acuumed the floor.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Did the dishes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Cleaned the mirrors.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Cleaned the litter box.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Hung my curtains I bought 2 months ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Watched a movie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Talked on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;  Hung my mirror.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Did laundry&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Went to a Bridal Shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-2678510115358496354?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2678510115358496354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=2678510115358496354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2678510115358496354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/2678510115358496354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/procrastination-fits-me-well.html' title='Procrastination Fits Me Well'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-4397354438791189118</id><published>2010-11-28T10:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:46:23.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Noticed.</title><content type='html'>All my entries are SOOO depressing.  Who wants to read depressing?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YA. NOT ME.  Those are not the blogs I flock to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to make a valiant effort to be more positive.  Because even though I feel sad a lot...no one likes to be around an Eeyore.  And I don't want to be friendless.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm playing hooky...yes.  Skipping church.  I'm SO bad.  Yet, I feel excited at the prospect of being rebellious for the first time in a long time...What should I do today???!!!  Well, after I get my work done. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-4397354438791189118?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4397354438791189118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=4397354438791189118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4397354438791189118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4397354438791189118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-noticed.html' title='I Just Noticed.'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-5448049523078851318</id><published>2010-11-22T22:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:44:47.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE Thanksgiving Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No mashed potatoes??!!  What's up with that?!  Not. cool.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-5448049523078851318?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5448049523078851318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=5448049523078851318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5448049523078851318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5448049523078851318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/fhe-thanksgiving-dinner.html' title='FHE Thanksgiving Dinner'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-673740518414299464</id><published>2010-11-21T17:49:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:30:23.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You've Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...what it feels like to have your heart broken...it's a little like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TOnDj-TsiuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/UbPsaYh6cFo/s400/FAIL3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542175839244552930" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TOnGzMGezXI/AAAAAAAAA74/vVu_i5THOtc/s400/fail8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542179399180143986" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TOnHkSuTViI/AAAAAAAAA8A/egaSvcZf5oA/s400/FAIL9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542180242771367458" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TOnF9_tSUVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/h_amxN11qm8/s400/FAIL7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542178485320175954" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TOnFqkB1OJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/t7v6nQsk3WQ/s400/FAIL6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542178151472642194" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TOnFGtTCUoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/PPcpWO0uRMo/s400/FAIL5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542177535485432450" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TOnDjrHYtGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/kEY6ZBQVE3I/s400/FAIL2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 395px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542175834092647522" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TOnDjbddXiI/AAAAAAAAA7A/6xQtuIFq1Tw/s400/FAIL1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542175829890260514" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All at once.  And yet, that doesn't even begin to describe it.  Why must we experience pain to know joy??  When pain comes around again, you think to yourself, "How in the heck could I think that I was ever that happy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-673740518414299464?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/673740518414299464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=673740518414299464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/673740518414299464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/673740518414299464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-case-youve-forgotten.html' title='In Case You&apos;ve Forgotten'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TOnDj-TsiuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/UbPsaYh6cFo/s72-c/FAIL3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-1157526844086706698</id><published>2010-11-18T17:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:34:31.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hil-ARIOUS</title><content type='html'>Apparently I was dressed up real nice in my silky blouse and skinny jeans today.  The high school girls said, "oh my gosh.  You look so cute today!  Are you going on a date later?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "Oh, thank you.  I might go on a date later."  Then I smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the girl said to another girl, "Oh look, she's blushing."  HA ha ha ha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-1157526844086706698?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1157526844086706698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=1157526844086706698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1157526844086706698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/1157526844086706698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/hil-arious.html' title='Hil-ARIOUS'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3915503791970984936</id><published>2010-11-16T19:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:36:28.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly High School Students</title><content type='html'>Students informed me that it was time for them to go.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "nu-uh.  Really?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Students, "Ya, look at the time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "what the?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one student, "You want me to finish that for you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(meaning finish my statement, "what the .....")  Ha ha.  I must admit, that was pretty clever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3915503791970984936?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3915503791970984936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3915503791970984936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3915503791970984936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3915503791970984936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/silly-high-school-students.html' title='Silly High School Students'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-5181818465605027268</id><published>2010-11-05T23:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:56:46.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was reading one of a fellow blogger's most recent post and was very interested by it.  In it she stated that for a long time now she has felt not as pretty or beautiful as other people around her.  That she has always felt unhappy with herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised to read this because in all her previous posts, I got the impression that she loved herself.  The she was so confident with who she was.  Goes to show you how people can fool you in to believing anything they want you to believe...and I must be 'grade A' gullible. (I may have just made that "grade A" thing up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I'm saying this...and not allowing comments like the other blogger didn't...is I'm also not looking for answers to my problem either...I'm looking to vent...which is actually what 90% of my posts end up being anyway right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm scared I will never get married&lt;/i&gt;.  There.  I said it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is that such a big deal?  Because ever since High School all I have wanted out of life is to be married and have kids and be a mom.  How pathetic right?  I never planned on going to college.  Never planned on what I would really major in.  The main reason I majored in Early Childhood Education was because I hoped to use the major to help me be a better mom...apparently to kids that I don't, and may never have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never planned to be living on my own and working a full time job.  And yet, here I am.  I've had boyfriends here and there but none have stuck around longer than 3 weeks.  I have never figured out why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so frustrating to think about it and how helpless I feel in my search to get married.  I feel like it is such a righteous desire so it's difficult for me to comprehend why it hasn't happened yet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to pull out the "biological time clock" factor but...there it is.  I don't want to be a 40 year old mom.  I guess I continue to forget the part where Heavenly Father never asked me what &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; wanted out of life.  Great, now I'm making myself cry.  STUPID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;LONG&lt;/i&gt; story shorter...that's why I post and talk about every little minute and  insignificant and silly thing this guy does...because it excites me to think...well...maybe I don't have to be alone forever after all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unrelated&lt;/b&gt; P.S. I went to a Halloween party on the 30th of October...pretty much alone.  Found a girlfriend there and we took some pics at the photo booth. That was the ONLY fun part.  Everyone there was dancing gross.  I won't elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TNT33QXwdyI/AAAAAAAAA64/YLIhrIBSGj0/s400/Halloween2010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536322370604660514" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-5181818465605027268?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5181818465605027268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5181818465605027268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TNT33QXwdyI/AAAAAAAAA64/YLIhrIBSGj0/s72-c/Halloween2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-633246927549298857</id><published>2010-11-03T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:46:33.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...I've Decided</title><content type='html'>I'm a complete freak.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-633246927549298857?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/633246927549298857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=633246927549298857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/633246927549298857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/633246927549298857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-officialive-decided.html' title='It&apos;s Official...I&apos;ve Decided'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-4203637315723486500</id><published>2010-11-03T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:46:07.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I'm OKAY.</title><content type='html'>Phone call.  Freak out session over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-4203637315723486500?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4203637315723486500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=4203637315723486500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4203637315723486500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4203637315723486500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-im-okay.html' title='Okay, I&apos;m OKAY.'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-5384439621350150795</id><published>2010-11-01T22:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:59:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally Rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s an insecure girl, days when a guy you're interested in doesn't call or text you are tough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Or maybe it's just me.  Or maybe he isn't interested anymore...which leads me to think, what did I do wrong?  How many relationships can I screw up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ok, so I don't expect anyone to actually read this, I was just more venting publicly than anything else. SIGH&gt;I'm going to bed.  Please let me fall asleep fast and not think more about him.  It's making me more depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-5384439621350150795?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5384439621350150795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=5384439621350150795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5384439621350150795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5384439621350150795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/mentally-rough.html' title='Mentally Rough'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-7203577458990847721</id><published>2010-10-31T16:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:06:00.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cheesy Pirate Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TM32LNJ8CoI/AAAAAAAAA6w/TMqTV95aTCo/s1600/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TM32LNJ8CoI/AAAAAAAAA6w/TMqTV95aTCo/s400/IMG_0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534350189478546050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-7203577458990847721?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7203577458990847721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=7203577458990847721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7203577458990847721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/7203577458990847721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-cheesy-pirate-look.html' title='My Cheesy Pirate Look'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TM32LNJ8CoI/AAAAAAAAA6w/TMqTV95aTCo/s72-c/IMG_0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3681579556687238167</id><published>2010-10-26T23:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:49:46.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised, Photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TMfFnyif5HI/AAAAAAAAA6o/1462I0ZcD38/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TMfFnyif5HI/AAAAAAAAA6o/1462I0ZcD38/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532607954619982962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Mr. Spock above.  Me &amp;amp; Mr. No Costume below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TMfFnmRlOeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/U60bc8cyu6Q/s1600/Lee_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TMfFnmRlOeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/U60bc8cyu6Q/s400/Lee_Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532607951327803874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and some random folks from the ward. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TMfFnGfYDMI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/-jesGb-IY10/s1600/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TMfFnGfYDMI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/-jesGb-IY10/s400/IMG_0034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532607942795726018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3681579556687238167?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3681579556687238167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3681579556687238167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3681579556687238167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3681579556687238167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-promised-photos.html' title='As Promised, Photos...'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TMfFnyif5HI/AAAAAAAAA6o/1462I0ZcD38/s72-c/IMG_0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-5741841961579253722</id><published>2010-10-25T22:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:06:10.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Right.</title><content type='html'>Yes Geevz, You are right.  Dear blog world, both me and "this guy" actually slept together.  As in eyes completely shut, snoring up the wazoo, sleeping!  (And if you thought anything else-I'm NOT that kind of girl).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I DID snap a shot of the two of us tonight at a ward Halloween party...but I haven't uploaded the pics yet and I'm going to bed.  Tomorrow for sure I will post it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-5741841961579253722?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5741841961579253722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=5741841961579253722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5741841961579253722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/5741841961579253722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-right.html' title='You&apos;re Right.'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-8124917721008974045</id><published>2010-10-25T15:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:18:10.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question...</title><content type='html'>How do you feel about spending the night with a guy...when you're...not even dating? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it was completely innocent...okay, yes, I am justifying.  I guess it should never happen again huh?  But I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-8124917721008974045?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8124917721008974045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=8124917721008974045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8124917721008974045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/8124917721008974045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/10/question.html' title='Question...'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3271276577185303522</id><published>2010-10-18T16:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:50:08.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I thought it was cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Went to HIS house Saturday night to watch a movie.  Watched X-Men...well...slept through X-Men really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me: (Groggily) What time is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Him: Uh...1:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me:  Really?  Crap.  I gotta go.  (Starting to get up off his bed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Him:  (Pulling me back down). How about just 5 more minutes of cuddle time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me:  Ok, maybe just 5 more minutes.  (Of course I was really thinking, "How about I just not go at all?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love it when he holds me.  I don't want that time to end.  The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3271276577185303522?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3271276577185303522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3271276577185303522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3271276577185303522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3271276577185303522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-i-thought-it-was-cute.html' title='Well, I thought it was cute.'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-4526728723533332261</id><published>2010-10-14T21:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:50:08.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date UpDate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Possibly the 2nd &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; first date. &lt;b&gt;Ever&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He picked me up at 7 pm from my condo and drove us back to his house.  Dinner was all ready:  Roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn.  Brownies for dessert.  (Definitely a mini thanksgiving meal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We ate in the dining room where there just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to be no lighting so he lit a candle and put it in the middle of the table.  After dinner we got our brownies and put ice cream on top and then went outside and chatted by the pool while we ate. Then we discussed possible options of what to do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We decided on getting a movie and my portable DVD player from my place.  Then taking his truck out to the canal in Lehi and watching the movie in the bed of the truck.  We packed the bed with two foam pads, blankets, and pillows.  We chose the movie JAWS just because we thought it would be funny since we were out by the water.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, I realize the dissimilar type of water but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, we cuddled throughout the movie-which, how does everyone else feel about cuddling on a first date?  Too Much?  I don't know.  I love cuddling so I was okay with it but maybe I shouldn't???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After the movie was over I REALLY needed to go to the bathroom. I didn't want the night to end yet though.  So I grabbed his maglite and some toilet paper (yes, I thought I might need it so I threw it in the truck earlier) and walked down the road a ways til I found a thick bush.  Peeing at midnight is creepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, happy day after that.  I got back in the truck and we just cuddled for a while longer.  I could NOT go to sleep so I just laid there looking at the stars.  We talked a bit here and there but he kept dozing off...and I knew he did because he was snoring in my ear!  I thought it was funny though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We stayed out til 2:30 and probably would have stayed longer except I had to pee AGAIN and I didn't want to go squat out in the bushes for a 2nd time so we left.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He hugged me goodnight.  (Which I was glad for cause I felt like cuddling was pushing it on a first date and a kiss...though I would have LOVED...would be over the edge).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What made it the 2nd best date ever?  He was funny.  Sarcastic like me. Cute Smile.  Cute eyes.  Very sweet.  Need I go on? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ah.  I was in la la land today just thinking back on what a good time it was and how I didn't want it to end.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/211049233081709751-4526728723533332261?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4526728723533332261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=4526728723533332261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4526728723533332261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/4526728723533332261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-update.html' title='Date UpDate'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211049233081709751.post-3207616401064874891</id><published>2010-10-12T10:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:38:09.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Spell Has Ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TLSc5iWiJWI/AAAAAAAAA6I/QJJGINdz5H4/s1600/Date.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TLSc5iWiJWI/AAAAAAAAA6I/QJJGINdz5H4/s400/Date.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527215154978235746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I've got a &lt;i&gt;DATE&lt;/i&gt; on my birthday.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Totally unexpected.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Totally excited &amp;amp; nervous.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I mean, he could be a murderer after all.  I only talked to him for the first time on Sunday! Ha ha...we will see... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211049233081709751-3207616401064874891?l=camillebeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3207616401064874891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211049233081709751&amp;postID=3207616401064874891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3207616401064874891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211049233081709751/posts/default/3207616401064874891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebeaty.blogspot.com/2010/10/dry-spell-has-ended.html' title='Dry Spell Has Ended'/><author><name>Camille Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771496771965619455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/SM06lDTZNeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZrvvseGTats/S220/IMG_0137a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uH2T4uh947I/TLSc5iWiJWI/AAAAAAAAA6I/QJJGINdz5H4/s72-c/Date.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
