<?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-12387939</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:03:40.876-08:00</updated><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='California Style'/><category term='Blog Every Day'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Odd Occurances'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='First Home Adventures'/><category term='LA Life'/><category term='Aspirations'/><category term='My Dramatic Self'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Good Times'/><category term='Year of Gratitude'/><category term='The Jarb'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Workout'/><category term='Getting Personal'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Introspective'/><category term='Tacoma Tales'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Grousing'/><category term='Kitties'/><category term='New Experiences'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='HomeStyle'/><category term='Washington (the state)'/><title type='text'>Mesmer Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>Moving on and moving up in the great city of Tacoma. And yes, I still dream of being a stage-actress.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>727</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1706668748830085789</id><published>2012-01-23T03:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T03:38:34.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Reeling</title><content type='html'>We had our childbirth class over the weekend.  I am drained, emotionally and physically.  What an amazing experience.  Words cannot describe just how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt; this was.  It was the perfect class for the two of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in feeling unsure, scared, unprepared, not knowing if I was strong enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left feeling empowered, strong, slightly overwhelmed, and with a new-found love and deep respect for my partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet our boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1706668748830085789?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1706668748830085789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1706668748830085789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1706668748830085789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1706668748830085789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/reeling.html' title='Reeling'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-805398132600408522</id><published>2012-01-19T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:01:11.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>29 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From BabyCenter dot com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your baby now weighs about 2 1/2 pounds (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.babycenter.com/slideshow-baby-size?slideNumber=27"&gt;like a butternut squash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)  and is a tad over 15 inches long from head to heel. His muscles and  lungs are continuing to mature, and his head is growing bigger to make  room for his developing brain. To meet his increasing nutritional  demands, you'll need plenty of protein, vitamins C, folic acid, and  iron. And because his bones are soaking up lots of calcium, be sure to  drink your milk (or find another good source of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_calcium-in-your-pregnancy-diet_665.bc" title=""&gt;calcium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,  such as cheese, yogurt, or enriched orange juice). This trimester,  about 250 milligrams of calcium are deposited in your baby's hardening  skeleton each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7W0ljU0j1SQ/TxfTEYyGqZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WwsiEg3jZ_U/s1600/29-butternut-squash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7W0ljU0j1SQ/TxfTEYyGqZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WwsiEg3jZ_U/s400/29-butternut-squash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699255925786192274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's alive and kicking, that's for sure!  I suppose the kicks have died down slightly, but I can only presume that's because he's running out of room in there.  He kicks the most when I'm sitting down, and also when I'm reading in bed.  It's fun to watch my book go up and down, but distracts from the story (in a good way)!  I can't believe that I'm in the third trimester already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the vitmains, I am concerned about getting enough Iron, and it's not in my vitamins because it, um, well, I don't want to get too personal, but let's just say it creates some issues.  And spinach lately makes me want to vomit.  So, any suggestions on how to get s'more iron into my diet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-805398132600408522?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/805398132600408522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=805398132600408522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/805398132600408522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/805398132600408522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/29-weeks.html' title='29 weeks!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7W0ljU0j1SQ/TxfTEYyGqZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WwsiEg3jZ_U/s72-c/29-butternut-squash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6846885794309919921</id><published>2012-01-17T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:24:14.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Soup au Pistou</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my hubby for getting me my new fancy slow cooker for Christmas.  And thanks to Tina for getting me &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crock-Pot-Cooker-Editors-Favorite-Recipes/dp/1450800505/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1326856596&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;this inspiring cookbook&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soupe au Pistou&lt;br /&gt;From The Crock-Pot Slow Cooker Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 pound pancetta, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 onions, chopped (I used only one onion)&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, mashed&lt;br /&gt;2 leeks, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound small zucchini, diced (I used a pound, since I left out the lima beans and an onion)&lt;br /&gt;1 can (15 ounces) lima beans, drained and rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1 can (14 ounces) diced plum tomatoes, drained or 3 to 4  fresh plum tomatoes, chopped&lt;br /&gt;6 to 8 cups chicken stock (I used chicken broth)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound fresh green beans, cut into 1 1/2 inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;2 cans (15 ounces each) cannellini beans, drained and rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound small pasta, such as ditalini, cooked al dente&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup parmasean cheese, grated&lt;br /&gt;6 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;3 garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt;2 bunches fresh basil leaves, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Heat oil in a skillet over medium heat. Add pancetta, onions, garlic, and leeks and cook, stirring until softened.  Transfer mixture to slow cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Add zucchini, lima beans, tomatoes, and enough stock to cover vegetables.  Cover and cook on LOW six to seven hours, or on HIGH for 3 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Add green beans, cannellini beans, and pasta.  Cover and cook an additional 15 minutes on HIGH or until green beans are crisp-tender and bright green.  Season to taste with salt and pepper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  For garnish, combine Parmasean, butter, garlic, and basil in food processor.  Use on/off pulses to make coarse paste.  Ladle soup into individual bowls and garnish with Parmasean mixutre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 6 to 8 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving suggestion:  Serve with crusty french bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6846885794309919921?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6846885794309919921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6846885794309919921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6846885794309919921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6846885794309919921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/soup-au-pistou.html' title='Soup au Pistou'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7351489435494081536</id><published>2012-01-17T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:13:26.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Barley Pilaf Stuffed Squash</title><content type='html'>I love love love this &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Almost-Meatless-Recipes-Better-Health/dp/1580089615"&gt;cookbook&lt;/a&gt;.  It's called Almost Meatless.  While I'm not a vegetarian, I do try to limit the amount of meat I eat, and also do my best to be mindful of where it comes from.  This is a great recipe for winter.  And as a side bonus, my husband, who hates squash, loves this recipe, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barley Pilaf Stuffed Squash&lt;br /&gt;Serves 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingredients:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 small butternut squash, or 1 large squash halved, seeds scooped out&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon plus 2 teaspoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup (about 1/2 ounce) dried porcini mushrooms*&lt;br /&gt;3 cups hot water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup barley&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces sweet Italian sausage (or your favorite flavor)&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic minced (about one teaspoon)&lt;br /&gt;1 small shallot, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon chopped fresh sage (I use about 1/2 tablespoon dried)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup dried cranberries, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons basalmic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup toasted pecans, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 375.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Prepare The Squash:&lt;/span&gt;  Rub the insides with the 1 tablespoon oil, salt, and pepper and transfer to a large roasting pan that will fit all the pieces without crowding.  Roast in the oven, cut side down, for 45 minutes to an hour, until the squash is fork tender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to prepare the filling&lt;/span&gt;, let the mushrooms steep in the hot water in a medium saucepan for about 15 minutes.  Remove the rehydrated mushrooms, chop, and set aside.  Bring the soaking water to a boil, add the barley, and simmer for about 30 minutes, until the barley is cooked through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the barley cooks, add the 2 teaspoons oil to a saute pan over medium-high heat.  Cut and remove the sausage casings and crumble the meat into the pan.  Cook the sausage until it begins to brown, stirring occasionally.  Add the garlic, shallot, sage, cranberries, and reserved mushrooms and cook for another 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain the barley through a mesh strainer and add to the sausage pan.  Add the vinegar and stir to combine thoroughly with the rest of the ingredients.  Season to tasted with salt and pepper.  Keep warm until the squash is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the squash is done, remove from the oven and stuff the craters with the hot barley mixture.  Sprinkle with toasted pecans and serve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To save time, I use fresh mushrooms, about 8 ounces, and slice them rather thin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7351489435494081536?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7351489435494081536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7351489435494081536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7351489435494081536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7351489435494081536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/barley-pilaf-stuffed-squash.html' title='Barley Pilaf Stuffed Squash'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-751429463454204535</id><published>2012-01-17T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T05:39:40.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Personal'/><title type='text'>Prayers, Loving Thoughts Needed</title><content type='html'>I'm fine.  Baby is fine.  Matt is great.  All is well in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone I know isn't, and I don't even have any details, just a couple of mysterious Facebook updates from some mutual friends.  Most of you know that I don't really talk about my religious/spiritual beliefs.  I don't really pray.  At all.  Tonight I am making an exception and praying as much as I can.  Please, send loving thoughts/prayers/healing wishes, whatever you can to my friend and her family.  I can't give names because it's not my news to share, but I am worried sick and freaking out.  And all I can do is...pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-751429463454204535?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/751429463454204535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=751429463454204535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/751429463454204535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/751429463454204535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/prayers-loving-thoughts-needed.html' title='Prayers, Loving Thoughts Needed'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-714041592982592715</id><published>2012-01-15T04:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T05:11:40.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grousing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Preface:  If you are going to comment, I ask for constructive criticism or support, nothing sarcastic or otherwise.  Thank you.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed when I hear the quote "You had better get all the sleep you can before the baby comes!"  Or, "All that insomnia is going to prepare you for baby!"  I can't believe I said this to my friends (and I'm so sorry I did) because I would love nothing better than to sleep through the night.  But my bladder is working overtime for 2, and never mind the fact that at 28 weeks, it's difficult to get comfortable with my growing belly...and I still have a long way to go.  (Hello, future best friend - body pillow.)  Sometimes I wake up sniffly and sneezing.  Sometimes I wake up freaked out and harried, wondering if baby boy is ok.  Or it's that I'm 11 weeks from my due date and there's still so much to do.  Or how we're going to make this work financially.  How this will change family dynamics.  Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The melt-downs have arrived in full force.  Hubby calls them "emotionally charged events", which is true.  Things that normally don't bother me turn me into a tantrum throwing 2 year old, or a weepy 14 year old girl who's boyfriend dumped her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and suddenly my life is over.&lt;/span&gt;  I had two or three in the last week.  Usually they happen at 1am, or at dinner, when Hubby and I haven't seen each other all day.  And while I'm surrounded by an amazing community of girlfriends, family, mamas and non-mamas, (and let's not forget my incredible husband), there are moments/days where I feel utterly alone and overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been asking for pictures of my pregnant self on Facebook.  Friends who are also pregnant have posted pictures on FB, and that's good for them.  I'll tell you what.  If you want one, email me or text me and I'll send it to you.  I don't really want to share my pregnant self on Facebook.  I can't explain why, it's just me (though I'm sure there will be some after the baby showers next month) and my strange self.  I feel fat and unattractive, and that's not the best time to post photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, you've gotten HUGE!!"  (again, I apologize to my friends who I've said this to)  My uncle said this to me at a family gathering, and I said "NO.  My SON has gotten bigger.  Not me.  Please, know the difference."  This comes from my 14 year old ballet dancing self, and with that comes major body issues.  And that is a subject for another blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-714041592982592715?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/714041592982592715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=714041592982592715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/714041592982592715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/714041592982592715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4090838122938966999</id><published>2011-12-09T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:34:01.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>23 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm kind of starting to freak out a little.  He's moving a lot more now, but not so much that people can feel him on the outside of my belly.  What really has me going, though, is that next week I'll be six months pregnant.  Which means 24 weeks.  Which means 3 and a half months to get everything done.  AHHHHHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm trying to do, to take the stress off, is go see my friends in plays, go out to dinner, enjoy the quiet time I have left, the freedom I have to go where and when I want, because those days are going to be pretty limited for some time.  I know that I have no idea what's in store for me, and that's ok, because that's just life.  I didn't know how Los Angeles would turn out, I didn't know how I'd survive Mom's death, I didn't know what 10 years of marriage would be like.  But here I am, all the stronger and wiser, and now I feel as ready as I'll ever be for this next great chapter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least that's what I keep telling myself.  It doesn't always work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-4090838122938966999?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4090838122938966999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4090838122938966999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4090838122938966999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4090838122938966999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/23-weeks.html' title='23 Weeks!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4656225633356027309</id><published>2011-12-01T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T08:48:39.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>22 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>Geez, it's December already.  I should have known.  Just by looking outside, our cars are covered in frost.  People wonder why I like the rain so much.  Well, it keeps me from having to de-ice my car, and the temperature stays above 40 degrees.  Of course, I don't live in a flooding area, so I suppose I would feel differently in that case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 weeks.  It's pretty obvious that I'm pregnant now.  All those big shirts I bought in September that were WAY too big (making me look fat rather than pregnant), are now fitting just right.  My frustration is with maternity jeans, those elastic waist bands that never stay flat.  The just roll down, and create discomfort.  I suppose I need to straighten them out and iron them, but what's the point when they are getting to be so uncomfortable?  Mommies, do you have any suggestions?  I am having more meltdowns, the latest freakouts have been about hubby being gone in March (though he'll be home every night), filming JourneyQuest 2.  My worse-case scenario is going into labor by myself and not being able to get ahold of anyone.  My first pick, obviously, would be to go into labor when Matt is home, either at night, or on one of the non shooting days.  But it's not up to me.  My control-freak self is getting a big lesson in patience with pregnancy, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned we registered?  It was actually kind of fun, mostly because I took a good friend with me who has 2 young kids, and could walk us through what was necessary and what wasn't (like wiper warmers -- really?).  To make a long story short, it didn't take as long as I thought and by the end, while I was overwhelmed, I was so glad to have my friend with me.  She made it so much easier, and even had snacks for me afterwards so I could replenish my tired, hungry self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Thanksgiving, it was hilarious.  Up in Packwood, at my Aunt and Uncle's cabin, with my Mom's side of the family.  Some of those guys can talk about the same thing for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours and hours and hours&lt;/span&gt; but I don't mind, I'm used to it.  But poor hubby, he just went crazy.  It was kind of comical.  :)  And one of my relatives, upon seeing my belly, exclaimed "Oh my gosh!  You just grew overnight!  What happened?"  Um, well thanks for making me feel so much better about my changing body, auntie.  Babies grow, and I'm 5 1/2 months.  What did she expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I just throw in that I love my pre-natal yoga class?  What a godsend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-4656225633356027309?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4656225633356027309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4656225633356027309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4656225633356027309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4656225633356027309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/22-weeks.html' title='22 Weeks!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1918383145383353637</id><published>2011-11-17T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:48:39.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>20 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I am amazed, stunned, and a little bewildered that in 20 more weeks, we might just have a baby in our lives.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to process how much our lives will change, that I won't be able to come and go as we please, that my love of sleep will have to be on the back-burner, and that this baby is really a little person, with *his* own feelings, thoughts, and ideas on how he will process things.&amp;nbsp; It's a biological miracle.&amp;nbsp; I go between feelings of elation and excitement to being overwhelmed and just wanting to forget about everything that still needs to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health-wise, everything is good.&amp;nbsp; We had an ultra-sound last Friday, and baby looks just fine.&amp;nbsp; No problems.&amp;nbsp; Hubby and I were so amazed to see the 4 chambers of the brain, the heart beating, *his* lips moving.&amp;nbsp; How incredible that my body knows what to do, and that all these cells seem pre-destined to work so beautifully in sync!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House-wise, Matt has finished with the basement project and it now has a lovely red concrete floor.&amp;nbsp; We get the sense that this may be a summer room because it's going to be very expensive to heat in the winter months.&amp;nbsp; He's finishing putting all the furniture back, and then I need to shop for curtains to help keep what little heat is in that room, actually in the room.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 weeks.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I just found out I was pregnant.&amp;nbsp; Where has the time gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1918383145383353637?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1918383145383353637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1918383145383353637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1918383145383353637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1918383145383353637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-weeks.html' title='20 Weeks'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-8772758332924535502</id><published>2011-11-08T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T03:34:13.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>18 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>I suppose the greatest challenge of this week has been airing out the house while Matt has been deconstructing our downstairs hallway and family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Backstory.) You see, one of our precious meows decided last year to pee on the carpet.&amp;nbsp; So we put him in the garage.&amp;nbsp; And he was good for awhile, so we let him back out.&amp;nbsp; And he did it again.&amp;nbsp; Back in the garage he went.&amp;nbsp; And then he was good.&amp;nbsp; So we shut him in the family room, as it was really cold last winter and we felt bad.&amp;nbsp; So he was good &lt;i&gt;almost for an entire year.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Until last month, when he peed &lt;i&gt;right in front of me on the carpet&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So back he went.&amp;nbsp; And he's still there.&amp;nbsp; He has lots of blankets, a new cat bed, and a heating pad.&amp;nbsp; I feel bad but what can I do, he is only going to get worse once the baby arrives!&amp;nbsp; And I cannot deal with cat pee smelling carpet and a new baby.&amp;nbsp; No. Way.&amp;nbsp; Oddly enough, cat seems happy in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, husband has, in less than 2 weeks, ripped out said smelly carpet, ripped out the tack boards on the side, filled it in the quickcrete, sanded it all down, and painted!&amp;nbsp; So the hallway is done, and so is half of the family room.&amp;nbsp; We discovered that our base flooring downstairs is actually concrete, not hardwood flooring, so we decided to paint it this lovely brick red color.&amp;nbsp; It's warm and beautiful, I can't wait for it to be all done.&amp;nbsp; Pictures to be coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille, get to the point, you say.&amp;nbsp; What's the challenge?&amp;nbsp; Oh dear.&amp;nbsp; The fumes.&amp;nbsp; While they are not toxic, they smell &lt;i&gt;awful&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So while he paints, I open windows and doors, we throw the the other cats in the garage, and I leave the house for a few hours.&amp;nbsp; But it's a small sacrifice for home improvement, and having a house that no longer smells like cat pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the pregnancy side, I started feeling the wee one move at 16 weeks, if you can believe it.&amp;nbsp; It's decreased a little, but I realize it's pretty early.&amp;nbsp; I still have morning sickness, so I think I will be one of those women that has this lovely pregnancy quirk throughout my pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; My biggest challenges now are drinking enough water and getting exercise.&amp;nbsp; It's getting so cold now, and I just want to stay home...well, I want to stay home, when we're &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; airing out the house.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&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/12387939-8772758332924535502?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8772758332924535502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=8772758332924535502&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8772758332924535502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8772758332924535502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/18-weeks.html' title='18 Weeks!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5828528321628922758</id><published>2011-10-19T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T00:02:54.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>April 5, 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;style&gt;v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);}o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);}b\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);}.shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if pub]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;TACOMA -- Longtime creative partners Matt Vancil and Camille Mesmer-Vancil today announced a new jointly-produced project that will arrive on the scene in the spring of 2012. &amp;nbsp;According to early buzz, it will have broad appeal across all four quadrants and will be especially popular in the&amp;nbsp;couple's&amp;nbsp;55-70+ parents demographic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 14.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-style: italic; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;Mesmer-Vancil is slated to produce the project, which has an estimated budget of $300,000 over 18 years. &amp;nbsp;Vancil was heavily involved in development and is expected to take a more active role in post-production. &amp;nbsp;The couple will co-direct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 14.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-style: italic; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;"It's great to finally be producing something together," says Vancil from the home office the two of them will now be sharing. &amp;nbsp;"Camille [Mesmer-Vancil] and I have meaning to collaborate on one of these for years. &amp;nbsp;When she conceived of the idea about four months ago, we knew the time was right to make this baby happen." &amp;nbsp;Mesmer-Vancil was eating bananas and ketchup at the time and was unavailable for comment. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 14.0pt; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-style: italic; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-ligatures: none;"&gt;The couple has remained tight-lipped on whether this will be a standalone feature or the first in a series. &amp;nbsp;The as yet untitled project is scheduled for release in early April. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-style: italic; language: en-US; mso-ligatures: none;"&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/12387939-5828528321628922758?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5828528321628922758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5828528321628922758&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5828528321628922758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5828528321628922758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/april-5-2012.html' title='April 5, 2012'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDDLVeOd95Q/Tp510kkAXNI/AAAAAAAAAm0/hfEBvwiJtOk/s72-c/Baby+Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6896674814867687787</id><published>2011-09-30T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T14:56:57.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>JourneyQuest Season 2 Kickstarter Campaign!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, it's been 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, most of you know what's been going on, and I will update sometime in the next month.&amp;nbsp; I promise.&amp;nbsp; Most of the things happening this summer weren't very internet friendly.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say that I had to go back to counseling, and there was much drinking and a few melt-downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the point of my post, here, dear reader(s)...(if anyone is still reading).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's (with Ben Dobyns, &lt;a href="http://www.zombieorpheus.com/"&gt;ZOE&lt;/a&gt;, et al) webseries, JourneyQuest, has launched a &lt;a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/zombieorpheus/journeyquest-season-2"&gt;fundraising campaign for Season 2&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; (If you have not seen Season 1, &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/journeyquest"&gt;watch it here on Hulu&lt;/a&gt; or here on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVORGr2fDk8"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.)&amp;nbsp; They have raised over THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS in just 3 days!!&amp;nbsp; What an incredible start!&amp;nbsp; Now with 57 days left, they have just under 28k to go.&amp;nbsp; And you can help!&amp;nbsp; Even $1 helps.&amp;nbsp; And if you can't dontate, that's ok.&amp;nbsp; I just ask that you share the information so that this can happen.&amp;nbsp; I believe this is Matt's best work to date.&amp;nbsp; Please help!&amp;nbsp; And thank you for your support!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="410px" src="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/zombieorpheus/journeyquest-season-2/widget/video.html" width="480px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6896674814867687787?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6896674814867687787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6896674814867687787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6896674814867687787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6896674814867687787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/journeyquest-season-2-kickstarter.html' title='JourneyQuest Season 2 Kickstarter Campaign!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-8381863839378039458</id><published>2011-06-14T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:24:08.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grousing'/><title type='text'>Tiny Rant</title><content type='html'>I donate to Heifer twice a year, at least.  I pay the neighbor kid to mow my yard, and when times are tough, I give him the leftovers from our fridge.  I donate food to canned food drives.  I really don't appreciate being begged for money from random strangers who knock on my door while I'm trying to cook dinner.  Seriously, it's time to get the garage cleaned out so we can park our car in there, and strangers won't think we're home.  I don't mean to sound cold, but we have bills, a mortgage, and student loans to pay...leave me alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-8381863839378039458?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8381863839378039458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=8381863839378039458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8381863839378039458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8381863839378039458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/tiny-rant.html' title='Tiny Rant'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6945323889234335026</id><published>2011-03-25T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:06:41.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to get it out there, I haven't exercised much this week.  I am babysitting tonight and if it's ok with the 'rents, I'll be strolling their baby girl in North Tacoma for a good walk.  Or I might go by myself this afternoon.  We'll see.  Motivation for walking is easier when the weather is so beautiful outside.  However, I've really been focusing more on eating right and drinking more water, taking my vitamins, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real reason I wanted to blog today is that I need an outlet for these emotions I'm having.  Today my co-worker Tom, my parents long time friend and employee,  came over to hang up my mom's window, in our home.  I watched her work on it, and now it's here.  It's been on the floor since last summer.  Now it's in our dining room, filtering the afternoon sun, watching over us.  It's difficult to tear myself away from it.  I could just watch it all morning.  I can't wait to see my dad's face when he comes over on Saturday.  He's going to be so happy.  But I can tell that I'm not going to get much accomplished today.  To me, with the window finally up, I just want to stare at it.  I feel like she's here, watching over us, guiding me.  I just wasn't ready for that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONyh7zjxuy0/TYznqNik5wI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WASUEwnszsM/s1600/IMAG0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONyh7zjxuy0/TYznqNik5wI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WASUEwnszsM/s400/IMAG0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588095950035150594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6945323889234335026?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6945323889234335026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6945323889234335026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6945323889234335026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6945323889234335026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-to-get-it-out-there-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONyh7zjxuy0/TYznqNik5wI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WASUEwnszsM/s72-c/IMAG0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6095961920051248799</id><published>2011-03-22T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:27:53.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><title type='text'>Exercise #1</title><content type='html'>35 minute walk today during lunch.  Things just haven't gone my way today, and I'm stressed and overwhelmed!  Thankfully it is NOT raining so I grabbed my iPod and walked along Marymoore Creek.  I feel much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6095961920051248799?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6095961920051248799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6095961920051248799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6095961920051248799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6095961920051248799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/exercise-1.html' title='Exercise #1'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1063571901157174212</id><published>2011-03-17T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:03:30.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspirations'/><title type='text'>My best</title><content type='html'>So I have a couple of friends who are on a weight loss/fitness plan, and I have to say, there's not a bigger motivator for me than to keep myself in line with others.  I'm working really hard at cutting back on sugar.  Even with making cookies yesterday, I only had one.  And today someone brought in gingerbread squares, and I only had one.  While yes, my original goal is no sugar, I'm doing my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm getting back into my "normal" schedule.  I say "normal" because I've been in shows for the last 7 months, and I can't really remember what "normal" is anymore.  This gives me a little time to figure out meal plans, clean out the fridge, and focus on healthy eating habits.  Next week I'll figure out my workout routine, which will probably be a few weekday walks during lunch, (especially now that the weather *should* start warming up), BodyRock TV, and a weekly Zoomba class at the community center.  I've heard good things about that class, and I am eager to check it out.  I figure if I keep the activities changing, then my body will respond appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the push?  Not only do I just want to look better and feel better, but I'm in a HUGE wedding in June.  I want to look good in those pictures, and feel better about myself over all.  I'll be using the blog and facebook to hold myself accountable.  So far, week one hasn't gone bad.  Not perfect, but hey, everyone has to start somewhere, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1063571901157174212?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1063571901157174212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1063571901157174212&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1063571901157174212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1063571901157174212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-best.html' title='My best'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7099888348867523270</id><published>2011-03-12T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:33:04.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspirations'/><title type='text'>Refined Sugar</title><content type='html'>When in a show, I try to be healthy.  Key word is "TRY".  This show, for some reason, a lot of chocolate has been going around, along with cookies and candy.  Luckily Matt realized that Lent just started and decided to give up refined sugar for Lent.  And, though I'm not religious, I've decided to support him and give up refined sugar too.  Which means if I want something like a cookie, it can't have any sugar, except honey and/or applesauce.  I realize this is going to be a major challenge, but it shouldn't be too bad.  I mean, I get to eat more fruit to satisfy my sweet tooth, and what's wrong with that?  :)  Just in time for spring and summer too.  Blueberries, strawberries, raspberries...here I come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7099888348867523270?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7099888348867523270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7099888348867523270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7099888348867523270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7099888348867523270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/refined-sugar.html' title='Refined Sugar'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7921818460665065955</id><published>2011-03-10T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:40:28.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't blogged in nearly two months.  I guess you could say I just haven't felt like it.  There's been lots of stuff going on, in my life and in my head, and to try to sort it all out on the Internets just takes too much effort sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest show I'm in is finally winding down this weekend.  It's been an amazing experience, probably my best role ever, what a challenge!  For the first time I wasn't cast because I look young (not that I have a problem with that), but I feel that I was cast because of my abilities as an actress.  This is the toughest role I've had to play in my post-college career, mostly because of all the physical attributes.  And what's really neat is that I learn something more about my character every time I go on stage.  What an adventure!  I love it.  I'm really going to miss the cast and crew.  However I am going to LOVE having my weekends back, as well as my weeknights.  I have been in shows pretty much straight through, from August until now, and I'm tired, friends, I'm so tired.  That's not to say that I won't audition again, because I will, but likely not anytime soon.  The rest of my life needs attention, and I'm excited for upcoming plans, including a HUGE wedding that I get to be a part of, vacation with my hubby in April, possible trips to Spokane this summer, and getting our house in order...maybe we'll finally paint some walls!  There are other aspects of my life too, that need attention, but I don't want to publicize them all over the Internets, but for those of you who I've talked to in the last couple of months, you know what I'm talking about.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about my future too, not in a panic, but more of ideas of where I want to be, and what I want to do.  I definitely want to travel more, but I also want to go back to school and get my masters.  The tough question is IN WHAT because, as you know, I'm interested in so many different things.  Writing, journalism, Japanese, cooking, marketing, hospitality...oy...and it would be hard to find a program that would combine all of those.  So I'm going to take a little time in my head, do a little research, figure out what I would like to do, but still stay open to possibilities.  I don't want to think that I'm where I'm going to be for the next thirty years, because thirty years is a long time and who knows what's going to happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7921818460665065955?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7921818460665065955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7921818460665065955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7921818460665065955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7921818460665065955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow-i-havent-blogged-in-nearly-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4023991040924749947</id><published>2011-01-20T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:03:38.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Almost Play Time!</title><content type='html'>For those of you in Seattle, in the Northend and Eastside, here is the information on the play I'm in. We'll be performing in Bellevue for just one weekend. I hope you can make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mousetrap by Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellevuecivic.org/BCTHome.asp"&gt;Bellevue Civic Theatre @ The Meydenbauer Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11100 NE 6th St&lt;br /&gt;Bellevue, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest-running play in history. A group of strangers stranded in a boarding house during a snow storm, one of whom is a murderer. The suspects include the newly married couple who run the house. Others are a spinster with a curious background, an architect who seems better equipped to be a chef, a retired Army major, a strange little man who claims his car has overturned in a drift, and a jurist who makes life miserable for everyone. Into their midst comes a policeman, traveling on skis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally written for the late Queen Mary in celebration of her 80th birthday, The Mousetrap is in its 59th year in London's West End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With:&lt;br /&gt;Wendy Enden&lt;br /&gt;Scot Garrett&lt;br /&gt;Travis Tingvall&lt;br /&gt;Yvette Zaepfel&lt;br /&gt;Robert Alan Barnett&lt;br /&gt;Camille Mesmer&lt;br /&gt;Jeremie Wallis&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Curt Hetherington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Night - February 3, 2011 at 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Shows: February 4 and 5 at 8pm, February 6 at 2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets:&lt;br /&gt;$30: Adults&lt;br /&gt;$27: Seniors&lt;br /&gt;$15: Students &amp;amp; Under 18&lt;br /&gt;425.235-5087 or &lt;a href="mailto:bcttickets@bellevuecivic.org"&gt;bcttickets@bellevuecivic.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you in the South Sound (and for others who miss the weekend we're in Bellevue), we'll be performing in Renton at the end of February through mid-March. I'll post more information on that later. But if you're really eager to get tickets, or just want more info right now, &lt;a href="http://www.rentoncivictheater.org/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-4023991040924749947?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4023991040924749947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4023991040924749947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4023991040924749947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4023991040924749947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-play-time.html' title='Almost Play Time!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5533878704099812342</id><published>2011-01-12T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:36:48.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jarb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspirations'/><title type='text'>Challenge - Ideal Job</title><content type='html'>Today's &lt;a href="https://challenge.meyouhealth.com/2011/1/12/write-down-2-or-3-key-characteristics-of-your-ideal-job"&gt;Daily Health Challenge&lt;/a&gt; is to write down two or three characteristics of your ideal job.  So I thought what better way to do so than to blog about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Flexibility - I have that right now, in some ways, at my current job.  I have the ability to work from home if needed, which is really amazing.  But I'd like to have a job where I can not be sitting at a desk all day, where I can break the hours up, meet different people, see multiple goals get accomplished throughout the day and not get bored, which seems to happen when I work a desk job.  One distraction leads to another, which leads to another and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Achieving both career dreams - In a perfect world, I'd be running a bed and breakfast while still acting in community theater shows now and then.   I know it might not be possible to do both in reality, but there is nothing wrong with dreaming big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-5533878704099812342?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5533878704099812342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5533878704099812342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5533878704099812342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5533878704099812342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/challenge-ideal-job.html' title='Challenge - Ideal Job'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1977422822140046382</id><published>2011-01-11T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:00:02.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Every Day'/><title type='text'>Interesting Discoveries</title><content type='html'>Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - Scrambled Eggs w/ veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Salad with veggies, quinoa, chicken, and basil vinagrette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite interesting.  Since my hours at work have change, so has my hunger.  I am eating later which makes me not as hungry.  I ate breakfast around 7:30, lunch around 1, and by the time I tried to eat dinner at 5, I was full pretty quickly.  Today I'm going to try just having a large snack of a little meat, string cheese, and some sliced veggies for dinner.  I don't want to overdo anything and give myself heartburn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a &lt;a href="https://challenge.meyouhealth.com/"&gt;free website&lt;/a&gt; via Facebook that keeps you moving and motivated with a daily health or fitness challenge.  Should be interesting, I'm excited to try it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1977422822140046382?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1977422822140046382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1977422822140046382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1977422822140046382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1977422822140046382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/interesting-discoveries.html' title='Interesting Discoveries'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6284211990252660891</id><published>2011-01-10T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:42:39.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Gluten Free vs Wheat Free</title><content type='html'>Either way it's still hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - Scrambled eggs and tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Gyro Salad from the local greek restaurant.  A total splurge and well worth the $$.  I yummed it right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Leftover soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is going to be a challenge with my rehearsal schedule.  Now that I a) get dropped off at the theater or b) take the bus, I won't be home to make dinner until late at night.  I have given myself the week to go out to lunch so I can figure out timing and how all of this is going to work.  I'm not going to stick to a lifestyle change if it's going to be immediately stressful.  Matt has another job, writing part time for a video game company.  This is really exciting for him, I am so proud (not to mention the extra income will be incredibly helpful)!  This just adds another adventure to our evening commute.  Luckily 2 people in the cast are south sounders, so I can get a ride home, or at least close enough so that Matt can pick me up and not have to go more than a mile or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten several suggestions on wheat free and gluten free blogs from friends and family.  I know that I'm not gluten intolerant, nor allergic to wheat.  But wheat and dairy allergies run in my family, and I do notice that when I focus on just eating meats, veggies, and fruits, I feel lighter and rather than weighed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that going wheat free alone is going to be a challenge.  I went to the grocery store for lunch and thought I could get some baked chicken and a veggie salad.  I was pleased to find the chicken, but all salads were coated in dressing and had pasta.  The pre-made salads all had dressing that had MSG.  Very disappointing!  Then I went to find some sushi, only to discover that soy sauce has wheat in the ingredients.  (This means I must find an alternative sauce so I can still enjoy sushi and chinese food...guess this means no more chinese take-out). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just taking all of this one day at a time, and am doing my best to not get overwhelmed.  Day one is almost complete.  We'll see how day two goes, hopefully it will go just as smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6284211990252660891?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6284211990252660891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6284211990252660891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6284211990252660891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6284211990252660891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/gluten-free-vs-wheat-free.html' title='Gluten Free vs Wheat Free'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-34788722502829095</id><published>2011-01-09T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:40:26.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Dietary Changes Needed</title><content type='html'>I had a fantastic girls weekend.  We went to Lena's in-laws cabin in Home, WA.  There were 7 of us.  Some crying, but mostly laughing, talking, and LOTS of eating.  But the wine.  Oh the wine flowed, and we got very happy.  I ate and drank, and continued until 9pm, when the heartburn set in.  I haven't had heartburn since May of 2009 when I overate in Hawaii and was up until the wee hours of the night dealing with painful tummy issues.  Which got me thinking, while laughing and watching others drink wine, about making some changes to my diet so I didn't have to suffer anymore and pop tums like an addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've been thinking seriously about making those dietary changes that I've been curious about.  I've been reading a lot online about how those who've cut out gluten do feel better and have more energy.  Bread and pasta are a big portion of our diet, especially in the evenings and in the winter.  But I think we can manage by perhaps making our own bread, and buying gluten-free pasta.  I have some friends who are gluten-free, and Matt has several family members who are as well.  Now I'm not saying that we won't cheat now and then, but if we're going to seriously make this lifestyle change, then we are going to have to keep one another accountable.  At least until we can feel/see a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the spirit of change, I made &lt;a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;amp;recipe_id=10000001591122"&gt;Sausage and Spinach Soup&lt;/a&gt; for dinner.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-34788722502829095?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/34788722502829095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=34788722502829095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/34788722502829095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/34788722502829095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/dietary-changes-needed.html' title='Dietary Changes Needed'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5966549118676645440</id><published>2011-01-07T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:57:50.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls weekend!</title><content type='html'>Taking off tomorrow morning.   Early.  So I won't be posting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine?  Check.  Groceries?  Getting them soon.  Girl time?  Can't have enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-5966549118676645440?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5966549118676645440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5966549118676645440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5966549118676645440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5966549118676645440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/girls-weekend.html' title='Girls weekend!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-8628070389472056460</id><published>2011-01-06T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:05:43.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Every Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally went for my first lunch walk yesterday.  It wasn't pouring rain, and by 1pm I was nodding off.  Instead of trying to fall asleep for a little bit, I took a 35 minute brisk walk to get the blood moving.  I felt so much better, and wide awake.  I'm going to do it again today, this afternoon, rain or shine.  With the crazy rehearsal schedule creeping in these next few weeks, it's really important for me to keep this up, at least 3 to 5 days a week.  And now that my work hours are changing, I just might have some time to try &lt;a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv/"&gt;Zuzana's&lt;/a&gt; workouts too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-8628070389472056460?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8628070389472056460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=8628070389472056460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8628070389472056460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8628070389472056460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-finally-went-for-my-first-lunch-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7200156645268106978</id><published>2011-01-05T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:41:43.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Every Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not feeling so hot today, but it's not contagious.  Lots of emotional stuff.  Thankfully I have a girls weekend planned, and I'm in desperate need of fattening foods and wine.  I can sweat it off at Yoga Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wishing I was somewhere sunny and warm, instead of wet and cold.  Meh.  Maybe tonight's rehearsal will boost my energy level.  We are getting fitted for costumes.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7200156645268106978?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7200156645268106978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7200156645268106978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7200156645268106978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7200156645268106978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-feeling-so-hot-today-but-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-8116132003099035332</id><published>2011-01-04T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:19:12.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Every Day'/><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>Today's a rough day, but I'm working on keeping focused on what I need to do.  I have some new goals for work that I am excited about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I didn't get much sleep and I'm going to be having more caffeine this afternoon.  I'm already having trouble keeping my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish the snow and ice would melt already.  But that would require temperatures to get above 40!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-8116132003099035332?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8116132003099035332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=8116132003099035332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8116132003099035332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8116132003099035332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2420813251337179371</id><published>2011-01-03T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:37:47.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Every Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Blogging Every Day?</title><content type='html'>I was on wordpress (where my poor little abandoned travel blog is located), and they are encouraging everyone to blog every day or once a week.  So I'm going to aim high, and see what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm at home, my final day off of break.  I have a lot to accomplish, mostly going over my lines and working on my character for the next play.  It's a large amount of work because this character is unlike any that I've ever played before.  I need to do her justice, to make her real.  It will help when I get my lines down and then I can really start diving into quirks and characteristics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals are going to kick up this month, as we open in Bellevue for a weekend in one month!  So I'm going to try to go walking during my lunch break for about 20 minutes every weekday so that I can get a little exercise in and get the blood flowing.  I went to bikram yoga on Friday, and naturally picked the hottest spot in the room.  It was insane, but I felt so relaxed afterwards.  I can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen Friday Night Lights?  So addicting.  Matt and I got a Wii for ourselves for Christmas, and we can now stream Netflix to our television.  Also addicting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2420813251337179371?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2420813251337179371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2420813251337179371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2420813251337179371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2420813251337179371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/blogging-every-day.html' title='Blogging Every Day?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1957801614054938997</id><published>2011-01-01T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:48:39.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspirations'/><title type='text'>A New Year, A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>I resolve to not have any resolutions this year but to just keep moving forward on my plans and goals like have been in 2010.  I'm in my third play of the season, which is amazing, and Matt and I have this incredible house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to 2011 with an open heart and an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a fabulous year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1957801614054938997?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1957801614054938997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1957801614054938997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1957801614054938997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1957801614054938997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-fresh-start.html' title='A New Year, A Fresh Start'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3871513252833862047</id><published>2010-12-13T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T05:46:07.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>3 for 3</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe it, but Matt isn't surprised.  I got a part in another show!  I'm playing Miss Casewell in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mousetrap&lt;/span&gt; at Bellevue Civic Theater and Renton Civic Theater.  We open for a weekend at Bellevue the first weekend in February.  Then the set moves to Renton and we play at that theater for 3 weeks starting at the end of February.  I am so excited to be part of this play!  It has been running in London since 1952 and has had over 24,000 performances.  I'll post performance dates and times when the time gets closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging lately because there's nothing new to report.  I'm tired, busy, seeing friends, and trying to eat well.  I have little time or energy to exercise, yada yada yada.  Matt and I are doing really well, he's really happy at his job, and we hosted a lovely/successful Thanksgiving dinner this year.  Oh, and we got our first live Christmas tree! It looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also really looking forward to girls weekend January 7/8/9.  It can't come soon enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3871513252833862047?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3871513252833862047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3871513252833862047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3871513252833862047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3871513252833862047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-for-3.html' title='3 for 3'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2851734222879475793</id><published>2010-11-23T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:02:34.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tacoma Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HomeStyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington (the state)'/><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TOyN7GmhS4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/sCn-2qclpNA/s1600/HPIM2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TOyN7GmhS4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/sCn-2qclpNA/s320/HPIM2958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542961287910214530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This may not look like much snow, but that's all frozen snow and ice.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be home with a working heater and a cup of hot tea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that when we moved from Southern California to Western Washington, it would be hard to acclimate to cooler temperatures.  I certainly didn't expect snow and ice!  My amazing husband, however, patched up our roof after the second windstorm took off more shingles, and even cleaned out the gutters so they wouldn't freeze over.  My poor little flowers that I got at Fred Meyer are dead, and I forgot to bring in my jasmine plant, so that's dead too.  But all in all, we are safe and warm, just a bit cold and not wanting to venture outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad that we went grocery shopping yesterday so that we didn't have to worry about food today or tomorrow.  But we are hosting Thanksgiving dinner, and I completely forgot to get the ingredients to make my sister's favorite potatoes.  Looks like we'll be heading to the store for a quick trip tomorrow!  We totally lucked out with my Dad being in charge of the turkey - he's bringing my grandparent's turkey roaster - and stuffing.  I'll be making sides and pies like a mad-woman, and my sister will be in charge of the sweet potatoes.  I have no idea what my sister-in-law and her new hubby will bring since they just got back from their nuptials and honeymoon!  Let's just hope the weather warms up.  I'm remaining hopeful and trying to not listen to the weather report that says it might snow a little more Thursday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone says it's 13 degrees right now.  Sorry, LA peeps, you have no right to complain to this girl right now.  I'd take a low of 40 degrees any day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2851734222879475793?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2851734222879475793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2851734222879475793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2851734222879475793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2851734222879475793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TOyN7GmhS4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/sCn-2qclpNA/s72-c/HPIM2958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3045283284694279247</id><published>2010-11-17T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:03:29.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>Amazing News for JourneyQuest!</title><content type='html'>Matt's latest webseries, JourneyQuest, is now on HULU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/journeyquest"&gt;Click here to watch it&lt;/a&gt;.  For all seven episodes, &lt;a href="http://www.journey-quest.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my hubby and everyone at Dead Gentlemen and ZOE.  Congratulations!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3045283284694279247?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3045283284694279247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3045283284694279247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3045283284694279247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3045283284694279247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/amazing-news-for-journeyquest.html' title='Amazing News for JourneyQuest!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-399153981792558127</id><published>2010-11-08T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:31:15.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tacoma Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><title type='text'>I guess I've done my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNiiwaMk4kI/AAAAAAAAAlA/t0CiutVZ_Oo/s1600/Lavinia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNiiwaMk4kI/AAAAAAAAAlA/t0CiutVZ_Oo/s320/Lavinia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537354694401516098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titus_Andronicus"&gt;Lavinia&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of the best compliments I've received about my skills as an actor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, as soon as I saw you, I thought you should play &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ophelia"&gt;Ophelia&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my dear, I'm so glad you can talk.  Because if you couldn't we all planned on taking care of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the next quote exactly, but it was something about being completely believable, and she was very impressed, because I was so distraught and since my character's tongue was cut out, I wasn't able to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on stage again feels good.  Really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one weekend left!  &lt;a href="http://www.sitpl.org/"&gt;Hope you can come catch the show.&lt;/a&gt;  And no, it's not in a parking lot.  It's inside, all warm and protected from the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-399153981792558127?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/399153981792558127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=399153981792558127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/399153981792558127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/399153981792558127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-guess-ive-done-my-job.html' title='I guess I&apos;ve done my job'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNiiwaMk4kI/AAAAAAAAAlA/t0CiutVZ_Oo/s72-c/Lavinia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-727882770176683269</id><published>2010-11-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:22:45.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Home Adventures'/><title type='text'>700</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow.  Blog entry #700.  When I first started this blog, it was May of 2005 and we were on our way to Los Angeles.  I had no idea what crazy adventures awaited us, and I had panic attacks in the middle of the night because I was so excited, and so terrified.  Here we are, five years later, and life has taken us on paths we never expected.  But I wouldn't be who I am now without those experiences, and I'm grateful for most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined that when we moved back to the Pacific Northwest that I'd be doing two plays back to back.  I hadn't been on stage in five years, and now I've got my first lead role, ever, and it's in a Shakespeare Play.  The experience of this role has been intense to say the least.  I'm exhausted, emotionally spent, and have time for little else.  But now the show is winding down.  We have just two weekends left.  And I'm finding myself incredibly sad that I won't get to see these wonderful people every day, only on the weekends.  I have had a strong feeling of loneliness untill I started rehearsals/shows, and now that things are winding down, it's back in full force.  It probably has something to do with the holiday season approaching, and all that Mom stuff is trying to bubble up.  I'm really trying to not let it get to me, but there's only so much I can do.  Sometimes it's hard to hold the tears back because I just feel so much better after a good cry.  And maybe that's what I need to do.  To just let go.  Maybe I'm just going through an adjustment period that is going to last longer than a few months.  Who knows?  I am working on taking all of this day by day.  I don't like feeling lonely and sad because I know that I have a wonderful supportive network.  I just haven't had the chance to really reach out, I've been too reliant on these productions to fill the void, which isn't really a good thing because it's only a temporary fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do have to look forward to is having my weekends back!  I have so many friends that I want to see because I've missed you guys, and Matt and I have a house that really needs some TLC.  We have boxes to put away, a garage to clean out, and some rooms that need to be painted.  Rooms need to be cleaned, gutters need to be de-leaved, and the fridge could probably use a good scrub-down.  Thanksgiving is fast approaching, and if we are indeed going to host this year, then we have quite a bit of work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from Sherlock Holmes: The Doom of Devilsmoor.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNAsDvzkfKI/AAAAAAAAAko/SgYehqHdQyw/s1600/Dave+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNAsDvzkfKI/AAAAAAAAAko/SgYehqHdQyw/s320/Dave+and+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534972384922336418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNAsEOg-w0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/ObCspzViDaQ/s1600/Dayna,+Me,+and+Leigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNAsEOg-w0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/ObCspzViDaQ/s320/Dayna,+Me,+and+Leigh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534972393165865794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNAsEWlGc_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/CVy1qy4hTbo/s1600/Me+and+Malcolm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNAsEWlGc_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/CVy1qy4hTbo/s320/Me+and+Malcolm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534972395330630642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-727882770176683269?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/727882770176683269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=727882770176683269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/727882770176683269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/727882770176683269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/700.html' title='700'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TNAsDvzkfKI/AAAAAAAAAko/SgYehqHdQyw/s72-c/Dave+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4051066240787644223</id><published>2010-10-23T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T13:31:26.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Potato Leek Soup</title><content type='html'>I took  my own pictures, but they aren't very good so I'll let the original website do the work for me.  We got some leeks in our organic delivery this week, and I thought with the rainy weather we're having today, that a steaming bowl of potato leek soup sounded really good.  I was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I should mention that my kitchen smells AhMayZing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/potato_leek_soup/"&gt;Click here for the recipe&lt;/a&gt;.  It's dairy free, with a gluten free option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://simplyrecipes.com/photos/potato-leek-soup-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 256px;" src="http://simplyrecipes.com/photos/potato-leek-soup-500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Photo courtesy of Simply Recipes.)&lt;br /&gt;&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/12387939-4051066240787644223?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4051066240787644223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4051066240787644223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4051066240787644223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4051066240787644223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/10/potato-leek-soup.html' title='Potato Leek Soup'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2767350346670432988</id><published>2010-10-20T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:25:21.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>9 years and counting...</title><content type='html'>Nine years of being with my hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did time go by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had our fair share of ups and downs, and thankfully we're on an upswing right now.  Communication is fantastic, we have jobs we enjoy for the most part, and are on the same page when it comes to various life paths.  We're supportive of the other's artistic and personal goals, while pretty much being on the same path with our relationship and goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get frustrated or mad at him, or on occasion disappointed, all I have to do is reflect back to when Mom was dying, and how amazing he was with her, with my crazy family.  Or how we got through some REALLY tough times prior to Los Angeles; how we came together and stregthened our marriage while in California; how he took care of me last year at this time when I got food poisoning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on our 8th wedding anniversary &lt;/span&gt;(how romantic...throwing up multiple times in the middle of the night...I tell ya)...he's just been incredible.  And I can't imagine my life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to continuing this fantastic year, sweetie.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2767350346670432988?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2767350346670432988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2767350346670432988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2767350346670432988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2767350346670432988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/10/9-years-and-counting.html' title='9 years and counting...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3024871565325324547</id><published>2010-10-18T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:11:00.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Finishing up Sherlock Holmes and the Doom of Devilsmoor this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend, and for the following 2 weekends, I'm in Titus Andronicus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt got the cat pee smell out of the carpet (yay)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is long and hard, but the online catalog will be online soon, and there will be more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick for two weeks with a cold and pink-eye.  This nasty cough just will NOT go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends and family, but I'll get to see you guys when these shows are done.  I'm taking the holidays off from plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to paint our house and put up pictures, to clean out the garage, and get this place feeling like home.  I'm excited to decorate for Christmas and get a real tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps, most importantly, Matt and I are celebrating our 9 year wedding anniversary on Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3024871565325324547?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3024871565325324547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3024871565325324547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3024871565325324547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3024871565325324547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/10/busy-busy-bee.html' title='Busy Busy Bee'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1751726007089750183</id><published>2010-09-27T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:30:57.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last weekend was opening weekend and it was amazing.  It felt so good to be on stage again, and the comradary amongst the actors and crew was incredible.  Saturday I delivered my best performance yet, thanks to an earlier melt-down in which I had to brace myself to stop crying.  I saved the rest of the misery for the show, and whammo.  Just nailed it.  I felt better.  Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I woke up tired.  My voice was groggy.  I slept in as much as I could and then headed off to the theater.  I still felt sad.  And I couldn't place it.  So I tried to use it again for the show, but it felt small and, well, like acting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's muggy.  And raining.  Gray and cloudy.  My mood hasn't shifted.  And I've been feeling many things.  Saturday I cried because I just randomly missed Mom.  Sunday I was sad because opening weekend was done.  And today?  I thought it might be the shift in weather.  That I miss the sun, that I miss the beach, and my favorite restaurants.  And then it hit me.  I really miss Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't miss the city persay.  I don't miss the nasty air, and the clogged traffic.  I don't miss the feeling that I'm fat and whalish because I'm not tall or a size 4.  I don't miss the noise, the crowds, the traffic.  But I miss my friends.  I really miss my friends.  I am lonely.  And while I love my husband, and enjoy spending our time together, especially on the way to and from work every weekday, I miss being social on a regular basis.  I miss potlucks and guitar hero.  I miss movies, and drinks, and crepes, swimming in an outdoor pool, random barbeques, wine country adventures, and all the other things Los Angeles had to offer.  I realize that I've not been available to do these things.  I know my life has changed.  (Not to mention rehearsals 5 or more days per week for the last six weeks.)  And I know my friends here in Tacoma/Seattle have their own lives, and plans.  I get that, I really do.  But I just feel lonely.  Am I not reaching out enough?  Probably.  I guess what I need to do is figure out how my California self is going to fit in to the Washington lifestyle.  Into this new life that I am building for myself and with my hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I'm going to be sad about not being in California.  Just for a little while.  It's strange, it feels like homesickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1751726007089750183?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1751726007089750183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1751726007089750183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1751726007089750183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1751726007089750183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-weekend-was-opening-weekend-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-8871543276475680213</id><published>2010-09-17T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:18:10.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>...I wish I didn't care so much.  A friend of mine is going through what I went through about 4 years ago.   It's not that I'm being flooded with memories and that my grief is overwhelming me once more.  It's that someone I care about is in pain, and there is nothing I can do for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I didn't look towards the future with a heavy heart.  I miss my positive attitude these days.  And while on the outside I'm happy and perky, inside I feel like I'm about to explode.  I really need to start exercising again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish my self-confidence didn't have anything to do with other people's approval of me.  That I could just believe in myself on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I didn't get so easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I could just go out and take what I want, instead of saying "Oh, that's 10 years down the road..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of all of this, I am happy, and very joyful to be part of a production again.  Opening night is just a week away, and I am so excited to see how everything is coming together.  &lt;a href="http://www.lakewoodplayhouse.org/"&gt;It's going to be a fabulous show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-8871543276475680213?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8871543276475680213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=8871543276475680213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8871543276475680213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8871543276475680213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1687940878323623291</id><published>2010-09-10T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:59:34.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><title type='text'>gut wrenching</title><content type='html'>I got to a place during last night's rehearsal that was quite unexpected.  I was so close to crying, my eyes were watering.  I could barely pull myself together at the end.  But I didn't cry, and so now I am left with this feeling of just wanting to cry so I can get it out of my system.  I worked myself up into such a fervor, but had nowhere to put it.  I need to get it out so I can enjoy my weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1687940878323623291?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1687940878323623291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1687940878323623291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1687940878323623291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1687940878323623291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/gut-wrenching.html' title='gut wrenching'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5742250176303702287</id><published>2010-09-09T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:02:48.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grousing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>It's rare that I'm in bed before 11:30pm on weeknights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get up at 5:30am, suddenly that alarm clock is deafening, and you wonder what the hell you're doing, getting up so early in the morning.  "Just a few more minutes", you think.  Caffeine no longer seems to help, and it's all you can do to just get through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even rehearsals, that I generally look forward to, are now testing me in ways that I had forgotten about and/or ways I didn't think was possible.  My old self is creeping out with attachments and anxiety, perfection and defensiveness.  Maybe it will be good for my character, who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like this cranky, testy personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess one good thing, in all of this, is that PJ is no longer peeing on the carpet in the hall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-5742250176303702287?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5742250176303702287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5742250176303702287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5742250176303702287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5742250176303702287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3562743469829998904</id><published>2010-08-26T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T05:43:51.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington (the state)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>I know, I know, it's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>And my apologies.  Life gets me sidetracked, and frankly it's been easier (and faster) to update the goings on of life via facebook and twitter rather than trying to come up with a witty paragraph or pouring my heart out online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals are going well.  We are three weeks in and already off book!  I am so impressed and honored to be part of this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is fine.  I've been fighting off a cold and stayed home yesterday.  I am feeling better, except that I was a bad girl last night and had a chocolate macaroon after 9pm, therefore last night's sleep wasn't as restful.  When will I learn that I shouldn't have sugar at night?  Why must I test this theory, especially when I'm fighting off an illness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends in L.A.  I miss having weekdays off and being able to get things done.  I sometimes loathe spending 2 hours a day in the car, only to be home for an hour or so before leaving for rehearsal.  I can tell that I'm going to miss L.A.'s winter weather of sun and warmth.  This cold weather changes is already starting to get to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I'm taking a few days of vacation and heading to Spokane to visit family.  Technically, I'll only be in the Spokane area.  As my grandpa passed away a few years ago, he was the only blood relative that lived there the last few times I visited.  Now I'll be sticking around &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nine_Mile_Falls,_Washington"&gt;Nine Mile Falls&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.stjohnwa.com/"&gt;St. John&lt;/a&gt;.  Matt has several cousins that live in Spokane proper, though, and I'm hoping to see them too.  I'll be cramming quite a bit into 4 days.  I will likely need a vacation from my vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor elliptical machine.  I bought it just before I got a part in the play.  And I really want to use it.  After rehearsals are done and the performances are in full swing, I'll be using that sucker more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3562743469829998904?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3562743469829998904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3562743469829998904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3562743469829998904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3562743469829998904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-know-i-know-its-been-awhile.html' title='I know, I know, it&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3284908256788898282</id><published>2010-08-14T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:32:58.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Four Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TGcLgKttqkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jmfRixDuguM/s1600/Mom+Pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TGcLgKttqkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jmfRixDuguM/s400/Mom+Pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505381716743531074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering if August 14 will ever come  and go, like any other day.  I wonder if it will get better, if the grief won't be so strong.  Was it because she was so sick for so long?  Is it because I'm forgetting what her voice sounded like?  I don't want to be sad today.  It's a good day.  It's beautiful outside, we had an amazing rehearsal, and I'm getting my hair trimmed today.  I might even go out for a beer.  My life is going so well.  So I repeat:  I don't want to be sad today.  But it's tugging at me, wanting a dramatic, teary, sobbing, messy acknowledgment.  I don't want to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because since she died, this is the first time I've been in the Northwest during this time of year.  I have a chance to go to her grave, on my own, and leave flowers, to talk to her.  In years past, I've sought out some sort of activity to distract myself, to help me  move on.  OR, like last year, I'm fine and go about life, and then break into a huge sob at work, and friends kidnap me to lunch.  Grief and sorrow show up in such unpredictable ways.  I am trying to remember what my chiropractor told me, to not ignore my process, to just feel the way I want to feel, even if it's just for five minutes, or otherwise it's going to build up and get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not today.  Any day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she wants me to continue being her happy girl, happy with the way life is going, happy that I'm in a show, happy that I have a loving husband and our marriage is stronger than ever.  I need to focus on that.  It's a vicious cycle, sometimes...happy sad happy sad...it's exhausting.  Confusing.  Draining.  I wish I could just put a stop to it.  But I don't want this process to get worse, I don't want to spoil my entire weekend.  So I'll let it go, a few minutes at a time, wallow in sadness and grief for a few minutes now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During rehearsal today, I realized that this upcoming show is the first play that she won't see.  She won't be in the audience, grinning and cheering me on.  I almost "went there" but chose not to.  At that moment, it wasn't about her but about me and my choice to take control.  I am tired of crying during the summers, I'm tired of meltdowns and having a red, blotchy face.  I just want to celebrate her life, not grieve what I don't have anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, for today, I have to just go through my process...grief.  Sadness.  Melancholy.  And a slight trace of pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3284908256788898282?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3284908256788898282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3284908256788898282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3284908256788898282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3284908256788898282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/four-years.html' title='Four Years'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/TGcLgKttqkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jmfRixDuguM/s72-c/Mom+Pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3877281192183572868</id><published>2010-08-08T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T08:52:33.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Back On Stage</title><content type='html'>I got a part in Lakewood Playhouse's production of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes and The Doom of Devilsmoor&lt;/span&gt;!  I am playing Miss Ann Prahlly, the young woman who is quite affable and according to the character description "has the slightest traces of giddiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how fulfilled I am feeling these days.  I am so incredibly (and somewhat annoyingly) happy and energetic.  It feels so good to be doing what I love to do, and to be recognized for it in the most amazing way.  Matt says that I am the happiest and content when I am acting, and it's true.  It's my creative outlet and I love love love being a part of the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show runs from September 24 to October 24.  More details to come, as we open in about 6 weeks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3877281192183572868?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3877281192183572868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3877281192183572868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3877281192183572868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3877281192183572868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-on-stage.html' title='Back On Stage'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2735511709705365413</id><published>2010-08-02T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:55:35.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dramatic Self'/><title type='text'>Five years later...</title><content type='html'>...And I totally ROCKED my first audition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard through the grapevine that the director didn't laugh easily.  Well, I made her laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a callback for Saturday morning!  Out of 3 female parts, she is considering me for two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO proud of myself!  It felt so natural to be back in the theater.  And thanks very much to all for the support, and to the hubby, who was wonderfully supportive and listened to my monologue about twenty bajillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal was to get a callback, and I achieved that goal.  So, from here on out, I'm ok with the outcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least for now.  Ask me how I'm feeling after callbacks.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2735511709705365413?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2735511709705365413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2735511709705365413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2735511709705365413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2735511709705365413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-years-later.html' title='Five years later...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3529874086756897785</id><published>2010-07-31T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:01:02.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>It's safe to say that it's summer, finally, and with summer comes feelings that I'm now quite familiar with.  It's that time of year again, and at the start of every July I think that I'm going to be ok, that this is the summer I'll pull through and not be an emotional mess.  Yet by the end of July, here I am, laughing one minute and crying the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I haven't been blogging.  For some reason this year, I am primarily just staying quiet.  She's been frequenting my dreams more these last few nights, which has been nice (and why Arnold Schwarzenegger showed up, I'll never know).  What has been interesting is talking to friends and Matt about where I have been these last few summers, and how much I've grown, how much I've changed, and where my emotional state has been.  I think this year's summer is the one of true acceptance.  And I think the difference for this whole year in general is grief versus missing.  I miss her every day, I think of her every day.  But for only a few weeks in the summer, I grieve that she is no longer physically here.  Does that make any sense?  Not that it matters.  It makes sense to me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3529874086756897785?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3529874086756897785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3529874086756897785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3529874086756897785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3529874086756897785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7846292041709807422</id><published>2010-07-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:17:53.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year of Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Year of Gratitude #29</title><content type='html'>1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My amazing friends.&lt;/span&gt;  You know who you are (all of you).  Words of encouragement.  Hugs near and afar.  My support network.  If I didn't have you, I don't know that I'd survive all my ups and downs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Financial planning/goals&lt;/span&gt;.  It's actually kind of exciting to see what we can do with our money even with paying of debts.  (And I feel so grown-up by saying that!)  There are so many options, and we are very blessed to have such a good friend who also happens to be our financial adviser.  And luckily, it's not awkward either.  It's just exciting, a happy time for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our kitties.  &lt;/span&gt;They bring me so much joy and laughter, even when I'm feeling the most sad and depressed and fat and frumpy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7846292041709807422?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7846292041709807422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7846292041709807422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7846292041709807422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7846292041709807422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/year-of-gratitude-28_22.html' title='Year of Gratitude #29'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7557472395620043216</id><published>2010-07-16T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:14:49.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year of Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Year of Gratitude #28</title><content type='html'>I am frustrated with my life right now, and rather than complain and whine about my difficulties, I am going to try to just focus on the positive so I can pull through and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Our amazing house.  &lt;/span&gt;I still can't believe we own a freaking HOUSE.  Perhaps it's because nothing has broken yet, because it's not a fixer-upper, we just need to put all of our stuff away.  It's such a beautiful home.  And that's the key word.  Home.  For so long we have lived in temporary housing, wondering where we will be living next.  Now, that's no longer the case.  We can do whatever, whenever we want.  I find there is an amazing sense of freedom in owning a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carpooling.&lt;/span&gt;  I am so grateful that Matt and I get to carpool every day together.  Not only does it save gas and headaches, but we get time together every morning and every evening.  It makes the drive so much easier.  And there is a certain amount of glee in bypassing all those drivers stuck in the "regular" lane driving by themselves.  (Sidenote - sometimes it doesn't matter if you're in the carpool lane or not.  Yesterday it took us 45 minutes to simply merge onto 405 from 520!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having a job.&lt;/span&gt;  These days, with so many people out of work, I am continually grateful that I am employed.  Not only that, but I find myself enjoying working at the family business (It's good to see my dad every day and he's so tickled that I'm here) and that I can include "manager" on my title now.  I am also releived that Matt has a job where he feels good about himself.  Can we say "hooray" for dual income?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7557472395620043216?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7557472395620043216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7557472395620043216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7557472395620043216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7557472395620043216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/year-of-gratitude-28.html' title='Year of Gratitude #28'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5700393408971899</id><published>2010-07-08T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:27:32.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Joys Of Moving</title><content type='html'>Or rather, joys of the DMV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I got someone in WA who was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; helpful and knowledgeable.  Very patient, answered all of my questions, and was very methodical in all the paperwork she had to fill out.  To make a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; long story short, my car's title was transferred to CA when we moved, and I have no documentation.  Which means filling out a form to request a duplicate tilte and sending it to the CA DMV.  Which means waiting 4 to 6 weeks for ONE piece of paper.  Which means pay OVER ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS to Washington DMV for TEMPORARY PAPER PLATES so that I don't get pulled over for expired tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we wait.  I marked on my Google calendar to call the CA DMV on 8/25 in case we haven't received the duplicate title by then.  Something tells me we won't, and I'll be calling, only to be placed on hold for another 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day.  I'm going to go home now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-5700393408971899?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5700393408971899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5700393408971899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5700393408971899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5700393408971899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/joys-of-moving.html' title='Joys Of Moving'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5432405774868676787</id><published>2010-07-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:15:00.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Helllooo??  Anyone there?</title><content type='html'>I signed up for a website counter last week to see if anyone has been reading.  According to them, no one, for the last two weeks, has been looking at my blog, which I find hard to believe. I  look at lots of blogs, and don't comment.  I discontinued my subscription, and am happy to live in my own little world, where I have lots of readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped updating my SLO Life blog on wordpress.  My passion for the central coast of California is still there, but now it's time to rediscover the Pacific Northwest.  I hope that in years to come, we will have new adventures, rediscovering our home state through new eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came over yesterday and helped me put away all of our china.  We have four sets of wine glasses and three sets of china.  I guess we have some entertaining to do, and some wine glasses to give away.  Anyone need some wine glasses?  Brie, Steve, and Catherine came over for dinner last night which was great.  I've missed having people over.  I made a fantastic salad (and will post the recipe later on) And now that the living/dining room is nearly unpacked, it makes for a relaxing atmosphere.  I love that our dining room table is actually a place to eat and talk, and is no longer Matt's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to Brie, Steve, and Catherine for my own set of gardening tools!  This will be so helpful since there's a touch of weeding to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-5432405774868676787?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5432405774868676787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5432405774868676787&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5432405774868676787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5432405774868676787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/helllooo-anyone-there.html' title='Helllooo??  Anyone there?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7489724445659587083</id><published>2010-06-30T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:05:42.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jarb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>A...morning person?  *gasp*</title><content type='html'>I know, I really didn't think it was possible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start of by saying I *despise* getting up at 5:30am.  Despise.  Really.  But I *love* leaving work at 3:30ish, so it does have it's payoffs.  And by the time bedtime rolls around, I'm actually tired and sleep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all night&lt;/span&gt;.  Who knew I could do that?  And on a regular basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me while I was at work this morning...my energy level in the morning far exceeds the small mass of energy I have in the evening, which I use to cook dinner and perhaps unpack a box (watching Brothers and Sisters is more like it).  I am in bed by 10:30, 9:30 or 10 if I care to read before slumbering off to dream land.  It's wonderful, the feeling of actually being tired at night? And sleeping?  Glorious!  Better get used to this before kiddos come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I say how wonderful it is that Matt loves his job so much?  Wish I could say the same.  Undertaking such a massive project, and all on my own, is a bit exhausting.  Overwhelming.  And somewhat daunting.  BUT I do have my own office which is a bonus, and no more picking up the phone when it rings.  It's glorious.  Simply.  Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, back to me being a morning person.  I think it really has to do with the sun being out in the morning (or rather, here in the Pacific Northwest, it's light, even when raining).  I doubt I'll feel this energized when it's winter and 30 degrees outside, raining, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freezing cold&lt;/span&gt;.  Better prepare myself with some flannel sheets and a down comforter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7489724445659587083?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7489724445659587083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7489724445659587083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7489724445659587083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7489724445659587083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/amorning-person-gasp.html' title='A...morning person?  *gasp*'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5635225426122012609</id><published>2010-06-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:25:20.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jarb'/><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>I have a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 5:30am.  Leave for work by 6:30.  Drop Matt off at work, arrive at my job around 7:30 or 7:45.  Get shit done.  Leave around 3:30 or 3:45, pick Matt up, get home around 4:30 or 5.  Rest.  Fix dinner and eat dinner.  Unpack boxes.  Have a glass of wine.  Go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've entered that thing called "adulthood".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping in 6 months or so, I can work one or two days from home.  But first, there's work to be done on the new website (launch is scheduled for 7/15).  We have to get part of the e-commerce store up and running before I can think about sleeping in on a weekday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty routine now, so not much exciting news.  Although this weekend was fantastic.  We celebrated Matt's cousin's wedding, which was great fun.  I love his family and it was wonderful to catch up with them.  Yesterday we stayed home ALL DAY.  It felt incredible to just get stuff done AND watch TV (our tv is working now, yay). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is craft night at Sam and Phil's.  I am excited to see their place and get a little creative.  Hopefully this week we will get to see Ben and Rita during waking hours.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-5635225426122012609?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5635225426122012609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5635225426122012609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5635225426122012609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5635225426122012609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7068095688037143435</id><published>2010-06-23T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:34:30.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jarb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Personal'/><title type='text'>Werking Gyrl</title><content type='html'>Seriously.  I am now working for da family business.  I am back in the land of nine to five.  Really, it's more like 7:30 to 3:30 thanks to Matt's working hours.  Matt's office is 3 miles from mine, so we get to take the carpool lane which is such a saving grace!  We take turns driving in the afternoon but he drives in the morning.  If I don't sleep well, he graciously drives and let's me take a quick nap on the way to and from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hit the ground running at work.  Literally jumping in with both feet and seeing what happens.  As most of you know, I am managing the website for my dad's company, and they are really far behind.  As most of you also know, my major in college was theater.  And I have zero to little experience with this.  I am just asking questions, making phone calls, and figuring out where we are at.  They hired someone to build an online store 2 years ago, and nothing has happend in those 2 years, so we are also a little time crunched, and might I say, desperate?  In this economy, online sales are hugely helpful.  Plus, once this gets off the ground, maybe I'll be just one of the peeps rather than the bosses daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I am enjoying my job.  I do like being in an office.  I'm not as distracted and it's kind of cute to see how proud my dad is to have me here.  I have missed the sarcastic humor at work, and unlike 5 years ago, I can now fire back with my own observations and remarks.  I'm no longer a sensitive 20 something.  I am a self-assured woman who can handle her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I really should go back to work.  Spreadsheets are calling my name.  Joy of joys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7068095688037143435?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7068095688037143435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7068095688037143435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7068095688037143435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7068095688037143435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/werking-gyrl.html' title='Werking Gyrl'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5940299979752160595</id><published>2010-06-19T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:22:56.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HomeStyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Home Adventures'/><title type='text'>As if we didn't have enough stuff...</title><content type='html'>...we unloaded our storage unit today.  Rather, the boys did, while Tina and I jetted off to three different stores to find curtains for the other bedrooms and downstairs, and another few stores were thrown into the mix to find her some new shoes.  No shoes were found, but curtains were bought and have been hung (thanks to Tina's manly skills --as she says "grrr" and flexes her muscles while drinking tequila).  Then as I was unpacking boxes, I found more curtains...sigh...figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long week.  Tomorrow we go get my grandmother's china, her china, and my parent's dining room table and chairs.  I'm actually just "borrowing" the table and chairs from my sister, who wants to have them as her own, but as she's in college, she doesn't have space for them in her tiny apartment.  So until she has a place of her own, Matt and I will gladly use them for our own family dinners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, my friends, good night.  Pictures will NOT be posted until there are no moving boxes in sight.  Or at least until I get them all into the garage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-5940299979752160595?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5940299979752160595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5940299979752160595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5940299979752160595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5940299979752160595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-if-we-didnt-have-enough-stuff.html' title='As if we didn&apos;t have enough stuff...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5123041129515349213</id><published>2010-06-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:43:50.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year of Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Year of Gratitude #27</title><content type='html'>1.  I am so very thankful for friends who are willing to tote me around while Matt is at work this week and I am sans car.  Whether it's to go shopping or just get out of the house (or a little of both), I am very appreciative of my dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Money in the bank.  Yeah, I know, it won't last long, but for setting up home and the lack of food (meaning we've gone out to dinner every night this week), it's been a relief knowing I won't look at our checking account balance and burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My hard-workin' hubby.  I am so proud of him, and so grateful that he found work, and that he loves where he's at and what he's doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-5123041129515349213?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5123041129515349213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5123041129515349213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5123041129515349213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5123041129515349213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/year-of-gratitude-27.html' title='Year of Gratitude #27'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2817768668069058067</id><published>2010-06-16T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:32:57.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tacoma Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington (the state)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>A new look, a new life</title><content type='html'>I figured the raindrops were appropriate considering the weather these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to write a quick note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Mother Nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realize that it's not officially summer yet, but do you think you could warm things up just a little?  Fifty-five degrees isn't really warm enough for me right now, and I know my long-term PNW friends and family would appreciate some temparatures in the 60's.  Please do what you can.  Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving-in is overwhelming and we've had lots of visitors, friends and the cable guy, someone from the geek squad, and the bird-removal people...it's been pretty hectic.  But I'm glad we're home.  It's an amazing feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...brain full...and there's more boxes to unpack...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2817768668069058067?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2817768668069058067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2817768668069058067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2817768668069058067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2817768668069058067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-look-new-life.html' title='A new look, a new life'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4633231860513938765</id><published>2010-06-10T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:51:56.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>Goodbye, Los Angeles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a strange relationship, the two of us.  Wouldn't you agree?  When I first got here, you were overwhelming and busy, made no sense, and decided that temperatures in the 100's were the best way to welcome Matt and I to Hollywood.  Then winter came, and you warmed us up with sixty degrees.  At night.  I remember the first time I walked outside in December in a shorts and t-shirt, thinking that life couldn't be better, and neither could the weather.  Over time I came to love the winter and hate the summers, like most of my friends here.  I learned the value of drivers who know how to drive in traffic as opposed to coming to a dead stop.  I learned how to navigate your ridiculously unusable public transit system (seriously, get a subway stop at LAX and at the beach already).  You then warmed the hearts of several of our friends, persuading them to live here, and we welcomed them with open arms, extending our community, our family of dear friends.  You were aggravating at times, but kept that carrot dangling in front of me, hopeful that good things would continue to come along.  Even with those crappy jobs, I continued to hope that you would help us stick around for the long haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the writer's strike happened, then the housing bubble burst, sending the economy into disarray.  We tried to stay, we tried our best to figure out our bleeding finances so we could afford to stay.  And we couldn't.  We could afford a house in our home state that also offered a slightly cheaper cost of living.  We tried, we did our best to stay, even moved to a cheaper apartment that offered critters in the kitchen with no dishwasher, but I'm sorry to say it's just not going to work out this time.  We have to break up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a different person then, and you helped shape me into the person I am today.  I will be forever grateful.  You will always have a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-4633231860513938765?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4633231860513938765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4633231860513938765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4633231860513938765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4633231860513938765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-los-angeles.html' title='Goodbye, Los Angeles'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-8233185929806995456</id><published>2010-06-06T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:35:03.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Home Adventures'/><title type='text'>Five Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>Our apartment is a mess.  Matt and I are exhausted.  My brain isn't functioning properly and I forget things quite a bit nowadays.  Total chaos in this California Vancil home.  He is amazing at packing boxes.  And I am doing well at the admin stuff (setting utilities, making multiple phone calls, running errands...I am an assistant in my home).  We are making great progress but I know the day of the move, we'll be running around thinking "Shit!  How could we forget that?  And why didn't we take care of *insert project here* sooner?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans this week you ask?  Hm.  Well tomorrow is church and then our farewell party.  Monday our car goes to the mechanic for an oil change and overall inspection to make sure it won't fall apart while we're driving up.  Tuesday is dinner with a friend.  Wednesday is more meals with more friends.  Thursday we hopefully get our TV fixed and final chiro appointments, not to mention our last night in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movers arrive Friday morning.  Hopefully late Friday morning or early afternoon we'll be on the road.  We'll spend the night in Etna with our dear friend Erik (sadly Gayvin will not be home) and son Jack.  They don't care that we have three nutty cats, they'll be welcome too and put in a separate room.  Saturday we make it to Tacoma and set up camp for the cats in either the rec room or a bathroom.  We will probably spend that night at my aunt and uncle's in Puyallup and enjoy their hot tub.  Sunday, we hope the movers will arrive.  June 14 is when Matt starts his new job.  Our new washer and dryer will be delivered and installed that day.  June 15 our internet and phone will be hooked up, and I hope to make a trip to the DMV that day.  June 16 we have a consultation with 3-day blinds to see about some, y'know, blinds for our naked windows.  Then June 17th I am officially back at the office.  Even though the commute will completely suck, Matt's office is three miles from mine, so we will be able to carpool. Brilliant I say!  I will be commuting every weekday during the summer, and hope by fall to be working from home once or twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this  all out so I could remember.  Sometimes the calendar just doesn't make sense to me.  It sounds crazy, and hectic, but seriously, would I have it any other way?  Never!  Can't wait to go home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Emilie - Same here m'dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jenny - Oh joy of joys.  I think I will want to hear about it at your party.  After a glass of wine. Or five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Brie - Birds nests = multiple birds who have lived in our attic, probably for months since it was an investment home and no one has lived there for quite some time.  Should be lots of bird poo and germs up there.  Blech.  Yes, I know it could be worse, and the reason we bought this house is because most everything is up to date.  I'm just really mad at our inspector (and ticked at our Realtor) for not catching it in the first place so we could have had the seller clean it up instead, thus saving us money.  Blech, I say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-8233185929806995456?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8233185929806995456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=8233185929806995456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8233185929806995456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8233185929806995456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-days-and-counting.html' title='Five Days and Counting'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7208034545607277005</id><published>2010-06-04T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:46:44.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Home Adventures'/><title type='text'>Seven Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>In one week we'll leave California.  I don't want to say "forever" because that is a long time.  But I would like to say we'll leave indefinitely.  I don't think we'd mind coming back so long as we could make enough money to be comfortable rather than bleeding money every single month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out yesterday that we have birds' nests in our attic.  GROSS.  Found a bird removal company in Seattle that can help us.  I am waiting to hear back from them as to a free inspection and how much this might cost us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in packing/cleaning-stuff-out high gear.  Every day, Matt is asking me what I can pack in the kitchen.  We are really trying to watch our spending because the first few months in a new place is always expensive with ending services at the old place and starting new ones at the new home.  We have never owned a house before, haven't had to pay a water bill in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;, and have no idea how much blinds will cost.  It's all overwhelming and exciting at the same time.  Though right now I have to say I'm closer to overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, though, I'm off to get a massage.  My tired, aching muscles and harried brain are in deep need of relaxation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7208034545607277005?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7208034545607277005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7208034545607277005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7208034545607277005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7208034545607277005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/seven-days-and-counting.html' title='Seven Days and Counting'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6624880172826809180</id><published>2010-05-28T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:45:58.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Vegas Baby!</title><content type='html'>We're not going to the strip, not if I can help it.  We're off to visit an old friend and meet his wife and new daughter.  I'm excited to see Hoover Dam and Lake Mead, maybe I'll actually set foot in Arizona before we leave the Southwest permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be good for Matt and I to leave town for a few days.  It's been tense around here, a small place with the two of us and three cats, limited more by the chaos of boxes and packing.  We are all looking forward to the time (2 weeks from today) where we won't be living on top of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, Vegas, and more sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6624880172826809180?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6624880172826809180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6624880172826809180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6624880172826809180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6624880172826809180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6619482714844988114</id><published>2010-05-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:41:08.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA Life'/><title type='text'>Celebrity List</title><content type='html'>This is so I can answer the question "What celebrities have you seen while in L.A.?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Segal&lt;br /&gt;Casey Affleck (This one is a good story)&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Lee&lt;br /&gt;Minnie Driver&lt;br /&gt;Owen Wilson&lt;br /&gt;Rose McGowan&lt;br /&gt;Famke Jensen&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Oh&lt;br /&gt;Demi Moore&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;Rumer Willis&lt;br /&gt;Joe Pantoliano&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Hutton&lt;br /&gt;Donald Glover&lt;br /&gt;David Duchovny&lt;br /&gt;Eva Longoria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6619482714844988114?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6619482714844988114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6619482714844988114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6619482714844988114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6619482714844988114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebrity-list.html' title='Celebrity List'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3662560300371847848</id><published>2010-05-25T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:41:43.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Where to begin?</title><content type='html'>There's quite a bit going on in this here household.  First off, we've officially set our moving date for June 11th, which is 18 days from today.  Oy!  Lots to pack, lots of closets, nooks, and crannies to clean out.  I try not to think about it too much, just take it day by day.  And thank gawd hubby was a professional mover.  He knows exactly what kind of boxes we need, how many, and that packing paper will save our dishes (it's true).  I've booked the movers (which relieves much stress), booked the truck to empty out our storage locker in Puyallup for the 19th, and I guess the next step is to cancel our utilities here in L.A.  Oh and I did submit our change of address too.  That one is kind of a biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at Roadside is on June 2nd.  I'm really going to miss working there.  The people are wonderful, and I so appreciate them taking the time to train me in something (accounts payable) that I had no previous experience in.  Plus one of my co-workers and I have a very serious Facebook scrabble battle going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, you know, because we have so much time on our hands, we are going to visit our friends in Northern Las Vegas.  We will not be visiting the strip as I've been there enough times.  Instead we'll be going to Lake Mead and Hoover Dam, visiting places that we've never seen before.  I'm really excited to get out of L.A. for a little while and see what else Vegas has to offer.  (A shout-out to Rian - Thanks for taking care of the meows while we're gone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dumbfounded by the fact that we have bought a house.  That we can do anything we want, and are responsible for ALL the utilities.  We need to buy blinds and screen doors.  Shower rods and curtains.  We'll be staying with my aunt and uncle the first few nights so we can get a few necessities done (in addition to painting) and the kitties can adjust to their new surroundings.  I am hoping they will be slightly less neurotic since we won't be living on top of each other.  And to get Quinn to lose a little weight, we'll be putting the litter boxes downstairs and the food upstairs so she'll have to use the stairs to get to these places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my brain works these days.  Full of tangents and random thoughts that are related and yet aren't.  It's crazy busy up there, with no time to exercise (it's really just laziness) and just a massive desire to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3662560300371847848?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3662560300371847848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3662560300371847848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3662560300371847848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3662560300371847848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6494954175594812619</id><published>2010-05-19T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:22:58.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA Life'/><title type='text'>Only in L.A.</title><content type='html'>I am sure that this list will keep building and building as we get ready to leave permanently next month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Only in L.A. would I be sitting in for the front desk admin at work and a named celeb comes out of the conference room asking me to get something out of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Only in L.A. would we say "Oh, it's so cold, it's only 65 degrees!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Only in L.A. would it be ok to experience a traffic jam at 2am.  It's really not ok, but seems permissible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Only in L.A. would I see the red-carpet event being set up downstairs in the lobby and think "Oh great, now Matt's not going to have anywhere to park when he comes to pick me up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Only in L.A. would I blame premieres on Hollywood Boulevard for increasing my commute time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions?  Additions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6494954175594812619?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6494954175594812619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6494954175594812619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6494954175594812619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6494954175594812619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-in-la.html' title='Only in L.A.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6612567968072245199</id><published>2010-05-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:53:31.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington (the state)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Personal'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>In times of reflection, where I think about where I've been and how much I've changed, I tend to get pretty wistful.  Especially on days like today, where we celebreate mothers world-wide and while I am continually amazed and grateful that I had such a wonderful mother, and that I am surrounded by amazing mothers, friends and family alike, I can't help but feel, sometimes, that I got cheated, that our family was robbed.  I don't stay there very long, but every once in awhile, it just hurts.  Instead of pushing it away like I used to do,  I deal with it for 5 minutes and move on, figuring that one meltdown is better than five (mother's day last year, anyone?).  I also take this opportunity to celebrate my mom, who was an incredible woman and I was very lucky (and still am) to have her as my parent, as my guiding force in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reflecting too, on the big changes ahead.  We are gearing up to move back to Washington State, where we'll be first time home-owners, and with that comes more (albeit new and kind of scary) responsibilities.  Something goes wrong?  Breaks?  We must fix it!  Yardwork?  We've it cut out for us.  But I'm SO EXCITED to explore a new city, to strengthen new relationships, to start a new chapter in my life.  To start auditioning again, to explore my home-state as a grown up, to live my life in a new way.  I feel like I've taken California for granted, in a way, and become stagnant.  I don't intend for that to happen as often up in Tacoma, except on bad days.  And they'll happen, hopefully just not as frequently.  Because I'll have a new house to slowly decorate and keep me busy (cleaning it will take longer, I imagine).  And a commute.  To Redmond.  Blech.  Anyone for carpooling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to imagine, too, that moving to Washington will get me off my lazy bum and inspire me to exercise with friends by going for beautiful walks and exploring Dash Point State Park which is fairly close to my new home.  I'll have a living room and a rec room, both with their own TV's (and fireplaces) to stretch out in should I want to do yoga at home.  There's a few bikram studios nearby, and a lovely suburban neighborhood to explore.  And if all else fails, there's the gym.  But I'm hoping I will be able to avoid a monthly fee and figure out a routine that's adventurous and satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me just tell you that I'm THRILLED with our new kitchen!  I plan on many more culinary adventures, and hope to have a grill fairly quickly after moving in so that we will have another avenue for cooking.  And I'm thinking that in August we'll have a house-warming party tied in with my birthday.   An end-of-summer bash.   With a bbq.  And maybe I'll have that firepit going in the backyard?  You know me.  I like hosting.  So come on over for dinner, just let me know when you're on your way so I can set an extra place for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to end this with one of my favorite pictures of me and mom from when I was a kid:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-cgHczFiGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/H2ngYEBtbBY/s1600/Mom+Pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-cgHczFiGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/H2ngYEBtbBY/s400/Mom+Pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469375584826394722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you mom.   I miss you every day.  Thanks for everything, and continuing to help guide me from afar.  xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/12387939-6612567968072245199?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6612567968072245199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6612567968072245199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6612567968072245199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6612567968072245199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-cgHczFiGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/H2ngYEBtbBY/s72-c/Mom+Pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-709737823568070456</id><published>2010-05-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:04:30.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HomeStyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington (the state)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Pictures of our house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5fWBbhmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RxC2coszWak/s1600/HPIM2788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5fWBbhmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RxC2coszWak/s400/HPIM2788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468559058184930914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The west side of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5e2u_oKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_-Ez5dPQRFQ/s1600/HPIM2811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5e2u_oKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_-Ez5dPQRFQ/s400/HPIM2811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468559049786106018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of TWO fireplaces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5eS5-qrI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ch62WJJahLk/s1600/HPIM2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5eS5-qrI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ch62WJJahLk/s400/HPIM2812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468559040168503986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our gigantic backyard.  I have ideas, but right now it's just WAY overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5dhOJ9sI/AAAAAAAAAjw/hGtdmWBSdKg/s1600/HPIM2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5dhOJ9sI/AAAAAAAAAjw/hGtdmWBSdKg/s400/HPIM2794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468559026831357634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My kitchen!  Look, it's not a shoebox!  AND there's a dishwasher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5dHbBuvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_PpnwPcJLeg/s1600/Front+Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5dHbBuvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_PpnwPcJLeg/s400/Front+Door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468559019906022130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lovely entryway.  I LOVE this house!&lt;br /&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/12387939-709737823568070456?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/709737823568070456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=709737823568070456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/709737823568070456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/709737823568070456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-of-our-house.html' title='Pictures of our house!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S-Q5fWBbhmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RxC2coszWak/s72-c/HPIM2788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3201630940251288804</id><published>2010-05-04T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:45:52.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>A quick overview</title><content type='html'>Finalized the loan for the house;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled on a property insurance provider;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding more gray hairs on my head;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pricing out movers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that I'm making decisions that will affect the rest of our lives.  Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of stress, and for about 6 weeks there, I really don't know how anyone put up with me, but thank you a million times over. :)  I'm much better now.  Insomnia is now only due to the heat of L.A. rather than stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and pictures of the house are uploaded onto Facebook.  I'll post some here when Blogger decides to not be such a pill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3201630940251288804?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3201630940251288804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3201630940251288804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3201630940251288804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3201630940251288804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/quick-overview.html' title='A quick overview'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-92109290116923041</id><published>2010-04-28T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:19:46.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>How do I love thee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S9hR6go5BVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/khlgqGPcbZY/s1600/6a00d8341c630a53ef01348029f632970c-pi.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S9hR6go5BVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/khlgqGPcbZY/s400/6a00d8341c630a53ef01348029f632970c-pi.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465208213449803090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh let me count the ways...If only I could afford you...&lt;/span&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/12387939-92109290116923041?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/92109290116923041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=92109290116923041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/92109290116923041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/92109290116923041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-do-i-love-thee.html' title='How do I love thee?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S9hR6go5BVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/khlgqGPcbZY/s72-c/6a00d8341c630a53ef01348029f632970c-pi.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1523252020624580657</id><published>2010-04-26T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:41:06.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Back to "normal"</title><content type='html'>I have another acupuncture appointment tomorrow.  I can't deal with myself like this.  I need to sleep, and I need this whole house buying/financing business to just be done.  Why can't my life be like that movie "Click" for the next two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my best to stay positive.  Today I'm home from work as tears don't really help with accounting and data entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed for a better and happier blog entry tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1523252020624580657?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1523252020624580657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1523252020624580657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1523252020624580657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1523252020624580657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to &quot;normal&quot;'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6364378874145485387</id><published>2010-04-21T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:59:46.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Ahhh, relief</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who have been following my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; status updates, it's safe to say that the last week I've been stressed out beyond belief, my anxiety reaching a peak level that has been keeping me up all night, my heart racing fervently and my brain unable to shut off for at least 6 hours.  I was exercising, only drinking one or two cups of tea a day, no more soda, really watching what I ate (when I felt like eating).  I have a few more gray hairs on the sides of my temples, the wrinkles under my eyes were more pronounced, and I was negative and going crazy.  Chiropractic wasn't helping either, and I wasn't sure that a massage would do the trick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made an acupuncture appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only had acupuncture once, nearly 4 years ago when Mom was dying, and the acupuncturist lovingly came to my parent's house to treat Dad, Katie, and I.  I was a little hesitant...I mean, how are needles placed on certain areas of my body supposed to help me relax?  Well, a few in my toes, and a couple in my ears, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;.  Out like a light for 20 minutes.  It's still the best cat nap I've ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had put a call into the acupuncturist about a month ago to see if my insurance would cover it, and while I swear I never got the message, she said she called me back and said it did...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, fine.  So I called last week to set up an initial appointment, and she had an opening for an hour on Tuesday, could I make it?  Yes, I said, and I was hopeful that relief was in my future.  I wasn't sure how much longer I could be in this over-heightened state of anxiety (I'm not sure I can even describe to you, dear followers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how bad this felt and how crazy I've been&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went in, only to find out that the woman I had set up an appointment with wasn't there and I was meeting with the new one.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;?  Huh?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oooohhhhkaaaayyy&lt;/span&gt;, sure.  I had made an appointment with the other woman because she came so highly recommended, but sure, I'll play along.  I'm here for relief, and she's going to help me.  Let's do this.  Oh, and we have a cancellation, and you're a new patient.  Might I take some extra time, and poke/prod you for awhile longer today?  Sure thing, Missy, it's my day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, I was on my way home.  Tired.  Exhausted.  Chi reset.  Nervous system back in balance, and Chinese herbal pills on the way next week to help curb my anxiety/insomnia/stress.  For the first time in WEEKS, I could think of the problems and not feel the anxious frenzy come about.  My heart wasn't anxiously palpitating away, ready to burst out of my chest.  I could finally think clearly, but first...a nap...I could hardly keep my eyes open after lunch and had the most wonderful long nap.  Acupuncture is exactly what my body needed.  I swear, it was better than therapy...no tears involved...just a little needle phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toady, I'm tired.  I didn't get to sleep until after 3am, but it was because my nap was so rejuvenating.  I wasn't stressing over things, I was just pleasantly rested.  And I happen to know that without my lovely appointment today, I'd be a frenzy of stress and anxiety, in addition to loading myself up with caffeine and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else do I know I'm doing so well?  When Alex, our front desk admin, asked me how I was doing this morning when I walked in, I said "great" without even thinking about a response.  That's a very good sign, maybe even a great sign, that this issue (which still isn't solved, but will be by Friday/Saturday) isn't going to get the best of me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I have another appointment next Thursday.  Why let insurance go to waste?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6364378874145485387?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6364378874145485387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6364378874145485387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6364378874145485387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6364378874145485387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahhh-relief.html' title='Ahhh, relief'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1364149331837214759</id><published>2010-04-18T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:43:37.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Escrow!</title><content type='html'>It's official! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in escrow for a house in Tacoma, WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details to come after the inspection next Sunday, 4/25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1364149331837214759?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1364149331837214759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1364149331837214759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1364149331837214759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1364149331837214759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/escrow.html' title='Escrow!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6004815470246855221</id><published>2010-04-17T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:48:20.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grousing'/><title type='text'>Late nights</title><content type='html'>You know what I can't stand?  When I exhaust myself by working out, staying up throughout the day, getting stuff done, being fairly productive.  It's night time, I'm tired, and I lay my head down to go to sleep, and BAM!  I'm wide awake.  My brain is suddenly not distracted by pretty things like Gmail and Facebook.  Now we have time to WORRY and STRESS over things that are either in motion or more than likely, over things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have not happened yet.&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, yours truly loves to fret over future events &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that may or may not occur&lt;/span&gt;.  Lovely, eh?  Bet you thought I was crazy before...man you don't even know.  Bless my husband, for he is a saint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6004815470246855221?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6004815470246855221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6004815470246855221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6004815470246855221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6004815470246855221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/late-nights.html' title='Late nights'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-673639219611316421</id><published>2010-04-15T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:40:02.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Susan G Komen 3-day walk</title><content type='html'>I'm just putting this out there.  I really want to go this year, finally feel like I'm ready to not be sad but be empowered instead.  Does anyone have a team going or is anyone interested in putting one together?  It's September 24-26, 2010 in Seattle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would really love to go.  For Mom and for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an added bonus, it will give me a fitness goal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-673639219611316421?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/673639219611316421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=673639219611316421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/673639219611316421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/673639219611316421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/susan-g-komen-3-day-walk.html' title='Susan G Komen 3-day walk'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3737692051912683793</id><published>2010-04-13T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:02:55.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective'/><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>I am normally an anxious person.  Especially when it comes to situation/places/things in general that I'm not familiar with.  My heart races and my brain really can't focus on anything else.  It's safe to say that I feel as though my heart is about to run right out of my chest and away from my crazy self.  Deep breathing doesn't seem to help, and neither does caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I know I get anxious because I care.  Because I want things to work out, not perfectly, but well enough so that I can move forward.  Today, and perhaps the next few days, I'll feel this way.  I see some serious exercising in my future.  That seems to be about the only thing that can really calm me down when my anxiety is this bad.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3737692051912683793?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3737692051912683793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3737692051912683793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3737692051912683793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3737692051912683793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2833288094090069713</id><published>2010-04-11T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:03:07.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Spring Greens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img4.realsimple.com/images/0810/chicken-bok-choy_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 241px;" src="http://img4.realsimple.com/images/0810/chicken-bok-choy_300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Matt back in town, we go through our organic delivery box a little more quickly now, so a  trip to the farmers market on the weekend is a great way to supplement fresh fruits and veggies that we have already gone through or didn't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Bok Choy is now in season and abundant at the Sierra Madre market.  When I saw it, I immediately thought of this recipe from Real Simple.  I had tried it quite awhile ago, but thought I should give it another try.  I'm sure glad I did!  We served organic d'anjou pears on the side.  A wonderful compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/chicken-bok-choy-stir-fry-00000000006448/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Chicken and Bok Choy Stir-Fry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;p&gt;Serves 4&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;Hands-on Time: 15m&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;Total Time: 25m&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="title"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup long-grain white rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tablespoon canola oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 6-ounce boneless, skinless chicken breasts,  cut into 1-inch pieces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Kosher salt and black pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 heads baby bok choy, quartered lengthwise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup low-sodium soy sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup store-bought barbecue sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4  scallions, thinly sliced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="title"&gt;Directions&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="step"&gt;1. Cook the rice according to the  package directions.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="step"&gt;2. Meanwhile, heat the oil in a large  skillet over medium-high heat. Season the chicken with ¼ teaspoon each  salt and pepper                      and cook, tossing occasionally, until browned and  cooked through, 4 to 6 minutes. Transfer to a plate.                   &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="step"&gt;3. Add the bok choy and ¼ cup water to  the skillet. Cover and cook until the bok choy is just tender, 3 to 4  minutes.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="step"&gt;4. In a small bowl, combine the soy  sauce, barbecue sauce, and scallions. Add to the skillet and bring to a  boil. Return the                      chicken to the skillet and cook, tossing, just  until heated through, 1 to 2 minutes. Serve with the rice.                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2833288094090069713?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2833288094090069713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2833288094090069713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2833288094090069713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2833288094090069713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-greens.html' title='Spring Greens'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-425277424018657067</id><published>2010-04-10T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:57:44.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hormones are yelling at me now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSjRRswSEgE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/VSjRRswSEgE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-425277424018657067?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/425277424018657067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=425277424018657067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/425277424018657067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/425277424018657067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-hormones-are-yelling-at-me-now.html' title='My hormones are yelling at me now...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7764497469347477475</id><published>2010-04-08T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:48:33.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>The Hollywood Scene</title><content type='html'>Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a screening tonight.  Didn't expect to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;close to Lauren Hutton, Demi Moore, and Ashton Kutcher.  Didn't meet them, which is fine.  That club was SO not my scene, and yet it was fascinating to watch everyone!  I networked a little, and here's hoping that I didn't make a complete fool out of myself! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time.  Some advil and water should help me sleep off that headache I might wake up with in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to regret blogging in this state.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7764497469347477475?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7764497469347477475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7764497469347477475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7764497469347477475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7764497469347477475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/hollywood-scene.html' title='The Hollywood Scene'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2913616567592214743</id><published>2010-04-08T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:53:56.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Matt is home</title><content type='html'>And right now, that's all that matters.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2913616567592214743?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2913616567592214743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2913616567592214743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2913616567592214743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2913616567592214743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/matt-is-home.html' title='Matt is home'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7760488069419932207</id><published>2010-04-05T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:38:41.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Just haven't felt like blogging</title><content type='html'>I come up with my best blog posts in the car, but unfortunately I don't get home in time to remember them.  And when I am inspired, the blinking cursor and blank white screen are intimidating enough to make me want to run away screaming.  You know me, my life is an open book and I don't want to give just little tidbits.  But to go into detail about all the emotional draining shtuff, to put it into writing and have it permanently published on the Internets for all too see...isn't Facebook public enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March was just a weird month and I'm glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is coming home on Wednesday Morning!  YEAH!! :)  When he does come home, it will have been 7 weeks and 1 day since he left back in February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on a future blog post about all the things I will miss about L.A. when we finally move (and we have no idea when that will be, no house as of yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining right now, thank goodness.  We really need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to the show DEXTER.  It's so creepy, and yet I can't bring myself to stop watching.  That's good TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting Easter this year, especially with the earthquake.  It really messed with my equilibrium, I felt nauseated and dizzy.  Still do when I read the news reports.  But there's no damage here.  We're fine, thank goodness.  Hopefully that isn't an indication of what's to come.  Hopefully that was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I know over 10 women who are pregnant or gave birth already?  And it's only April!  Crazyness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7760488069419932207?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7760488069419932207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7760488069419932207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7760488069419932207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7760488069419932207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-havent-felt-like-blogging.html' title='Just haven&apos;t felt like blogging'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4069295519769241359</id><published>2010-03-21T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:14:13.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA Life'/><title type='text'>What I've done since Tuesday:</title><content type='html'>Went out for dinner every night;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toured Santa Barbara for a day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to see the &lt;a href="http://santabarbaramission.org/"&gt;Santa Barbara Mission&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see a taping of &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/the-tonight-show/"&gt;The Tonight Show w/ Jay Leno&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent an afternoon and evening at Venice Beach;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode a bike (6 miles round-trip) at sunset along the boardwalk;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my haircut;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed every night after 11pm;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a free lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.thecounterburger.com/"&gt;The Counter&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to eat dinner at my &lt;a href="http://www.maoskitchen.com/"&gt;favorite restaurant in Venice Beach&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired today.  I'm staying home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-4069295519769241359?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4069295519769241359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4069295519769241359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4069295519769241359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4069295519769241359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-ive-done-since-tuesday.html' title='What I&apos;ve done since Tuesday:'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2608063019772464361</id><published>2010-03-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:40:58.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Tourist Guide</title><content type='html'>My Aunt Muriel and Uncle John are visiting.  They flew in last night and it is so nice to not have to be alone in my apartment for awhile!  They certainly are entertaining and I don't get to spend much time with them, so to have some time just for the three of us is wonderful.  Today I'm off to work early and dropping them off at Hollywood &amp;amp; Highland for 4 hours while I work.  Then we're off to NBC in Burbank to see The Tonight Show!  Should be fun.  After that, I think we're all going to need a nap before dinner, and we haven't planned that far ahead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other trips we might do are Laguna Beach, Santa Barbara, and all kinds of stuff in between.  Who knows?  The next few days are ours and we can do what we want.  It's a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and the JourneyQuest team are jump starting principal photography today.  Let's hope everything goes smoothly.  I'll be anxious to talk to him tonight to find out how everything went.  Once he starts shooting and directing, I know his anxiety will melt away and everything will come into focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am still pissed about loosing the house, but I am working on letting it go, day by day.  Our house is out there, and we will be living in it soon enough.  I can't wait to be back in the Northwest this summer.  I can't wait to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2608063019772464361?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2608063019772464361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2608063019772464361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2608063019772464361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2608063019772464361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/tourist-guide.html' title='Tourist Guide'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5871269584205521927</id><published>2010-03-10T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:46:56.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Personal'/><title type='text'>I should just avoid the news...good or bad...</title><content type='html'>Please make the news stop.  Just for a day.  I can't take it anymore.  Good or bad, my cup is full and I would like a few days to simply process what life has passed my way since Saturday.  I'm moody, hubby is emotionally drained, and I am struggling to keep a positive attitude.  It doesn't help that the majority of my support system is all up North right now, and it's all I can do to keep from crying at the drop of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I just need to avoid Facebook for a few days, stop checking the papers, and maybe go see AVATAR or ALICE IN WONDERLAND to get out of my head.  I've seen AVATAR before, don't worry, I just want to see it again to see all the stuff I missed.  Maybe I'll go see it tomorrow.  I have enough points at the Arclight for a free ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've thankfully forced myself to exercise twice this week, and tomorrow is my final day at bootcamp (We just can't afford the expense right now).  I can't imagine how I'd be doing if I hadn't worked out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-5871269584205521927?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5871269584205521927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5871269584205521927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5871269584205521927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5871269584205521927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-just-avoid-newsgood-or-bad.html' title='I should just avoid the news...good or bad...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6826128727488715566</id><published>2010-03-08T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:44:42.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Personal'/><title type='text'>Slight Crisis Mode</title><content type='html'>I'm fine.  Really, in the grand scheme of things, I'm fine.  There's still money in the bank account, I have food in the kitchen, and I have a roof over my head.  I'm healthy, have a great husband and friends, everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be everyone else that's having troubles, and I can't help.  I can only be there for them on the phone, listen and support from afar.  Which is hard, because I just want to wrap my arms around them and give them a huge hug.  I have to have faith that everything will work out, one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself, though, in a way, for not taking on other people's problems.  I can only do what I can do, it is their life to live, and if all I can do is listen, well hey, that's good enough sometimes.  Sometimes that's all that's needed.  I used to try to fix everything, but now, I just let it slide and work on the mantra "what will be, will be, and that's ok."  It's not easy, but it is calming and reassuring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, GOOD NEWS, &lt;a href="http://www.roadsideattractions.com/"&gt;the company I work for&lt;/a&gt; in West Hollywood had a &lt;a href="http://www.thecovemovie.com/"&gt;movie that won best documentary&lt;/a&gt; last night!  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-6826128727488715566?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6826128727488715566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6826128727488715566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6826128727488715566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6826128727488715566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/slight-crisis-mode.html' title='Slight Crisis Mode'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4953955979898990321</id><published>2010-03-05T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:27:24.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year of Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude #26</title><content type='html'>1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep.  &lt;/span&gt;I've said it before, but I'll say it again.  Sleep is heavenly.  I am still beating this cold into submission (it's been almost two weeks) and love that my laugh sounds like I've been a smoker since I was 5.  But I digress, it's just knocked the wind out of me.  The weather is changing too, so my body is just naturally tired.  I haven't worked out in two weeks, surprisingly I'm not going insane, but I know that once I become more active, I'll be a little less sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends who listen.&lt;/span&gt;  I'm surrounded with an awesome group of friends (and family) who have listened to me gripe/groan/cry/laugh over many things these last few weeks, especially since I got back from Seattle.  And I'm glad to be there for them too, in all kinds of ways, whether over the phone or over IM.  I love my friends.  You guys really are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kleenex.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Without it, last week I would have been a disgusting mess.  It's really for the best that &lt;a href="http://invancible.blogspot.com"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt; is away, filming and having fun.  He doesn't have to see me all gross and nas-tastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-4953955979898990321?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4953955979898990321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4953955979898990321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4953955979898990321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4953955979898990321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/gratitude-26.html' title='Gratitude #26'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2469418557318943648</id><published>2010-02-28T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:12:52.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington (the state)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>I think we found our house, matter of fact I'm pretty sure of it, but there's still some things to think about;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still slightly sick, but so much better.  Hubby let me sleep 10 hours last night, bless his heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica did an awesome job looking after our place and the precious meows - thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate money;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Matt something fierce and can't wait to see him in 24 days;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time in Washington, and can't wait to go back.  Permanently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2469418557318943648?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2469418557318943648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2469418557318943648&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2469418557318943648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2469418557318943648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3396718313210569493</id><published>2010-02-22T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:14:38.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington (the state)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Sneezy, Sniffly, and then some</title><content type='html'>The last week or so I've been slightly sneezy and sniffly, but usually spring starts in February here in LA LA Land, so I attributed it to allergies.  Unfortunately, I caught a chill on Saturday night as Kari M. and I waited for the subway in downtown, and by Sunday the chill turned into a sore throat complete with sniffles and sneezing.  I guess my body was trying to tell me that I was sick, but obviously I wasn't paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the sore throat is gone, thankfully, but it's unfortunately been replaced by that classic nasal tone, and the sneezes and sniffles are still visiting.  I don't think I'll make it into work today, which sucks because I could use the hours and the cash.  But hopefully tomorrow and Wednesday I will make it in, and I'll just tack on a few extra hours to make up for the time I'm missing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also hoping this cold will be completely gone by Thursday as I'm flying back up to Seattle to continue the house hunt.  I'm excited, but not exactly hopeful.  Our house is out there, but who knows when it will appear.  Right now, I just have to stay open minded to all possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-3396718313210569493?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3396718313210569493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3396718313210569493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3396718313210569493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3396718313210569493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/snezzy-sniffly-and-then-some.html' title='Sneezy, Sniffly, and then some'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-3703616590519971499</id><published>2010-02-20T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:43:18.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Spaghetti and Meatballs</title><content type='html'>I'm not one for making my own spaghetti sauce.  As one reviwer on this recipe said, "I always gravitate to buying the jarred sauce."  It's just easier.  But after making this meal last night with my good friend Rian, I think it's going to be much more exciting and fun to make my own spaghetti sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs166.snc3/19333_318314886127_507991127_4084125_3373161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 318px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs166.snc3/19333_318314886127_507991127_4084125_3373161_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the meatballs.  Homemade meatballs.  Heaven.  Just.  Heaven.  Bye bye frozen meatballs, HELLO homemade.  Everything just tastes better when made from scratch.  I have to remember this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs186.snc3/19333_318346856127_507991127_4084246_4303389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 241px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs186.snc3/19333_318346856127_507991127_4084246_4303389_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/recipes/main-courses/spaghetti-and-meatballs/#comment-17924"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meal goes well with a hearty &lt;a href="http://www.riberavineyards.com/"&gt;Pinot Noir&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs186.snc3/19333_318427011127_507991127_4084554_1767992_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 348px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs186.snc3/19333_318427011127_507991127_4084554_1767992_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bon Appetit!&lt;/span&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/12387939-3703616590519971499?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3703616590519971499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=3703616590519971499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3703616590519971499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/3703616590519971499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/spaghetti-and-meatballs.html' title='Spaghetti and Meatballs'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1644125885025580929</id><published>2010-02-17T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:03:06.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>It's a better day...a little better...</title><content type='html'>It's the nights that are the hardest.  And it hit me yesterday why I'm really struggling with all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a writer, yes?  He works best from home which means he's home all the time.  And while it would be nice to have a dining room table now and then, for the most part, it's a huge comfort just being around him.  But now?  All his stuff his gone.  His "desk" is cleared off, so many of his clothes are missing from the closet, and little things are missing from the medicine cabinet.  It's weird and I really don't like it.  It's quiet all the time, and I actually miss having cable so I can have some background noise to keep me from feeling so alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Dahli, I must keep my chin up.  Nine (now eight) days are close by, and I'll push through.  Thanks Emilie and KT for your comments, to Paige for checking in on me, and to Pastor Sue for offering to keep me company.  I have an awesome support network.  The best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1644125885025580929?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1644125885025580929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1644125885025580929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1644125885025580929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1644125885025580929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-better-daya-little-better.html' title='It&apos;s a better day...a little better...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-667582972764357819</id><published>2010-02-16T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:03:06.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Personal'/><title type='text'>Keeping it together</title><content type='html'>I don't know where that strong woman went, but now I seem to be this emotional little girl this morning, struggling to keep myself in check.  I dropped Matt off at the airport this morning, and even though I am going to get to see him in just 9 days, it feels like I won't see him for six whole weeks.  I feel alone, and overly emotional.  Thank god for a part-time job, the church book-club, and activities to do later in the week.  Otherwise I'd probably spend my time curled up in bed with tissues all over and hungry cats meowing incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus...breathe...I'm going to be FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this coming from??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Deep Breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm going to be fine, just fine.  I know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-667582972764357819?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/667582972764357819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=667582972764357819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/667582972764357819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/667582972764357819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/keeping-it-together.html' title='Keeping it together'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-5538878837383698256</id><published>2010-02-15T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:46:11.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Style'/><title type='text'>Our last full day before I'm a film widow for 6 to 8 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3mHiTJPlAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/CD1e5dgV00k/s1600-h/SR012580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3mHiTJPlAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/CD1e5dgV00k/s320/SR012580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438527048350929922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Chumash Valley, one of two vista points, outside Solvang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3mHh7kF52I/AAAAAAAAAjM/BkmxDfZwYU8/s1600-h/HPIM2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3mHh7kF52I/AAAAAAAAAjM/BkmxDfZwYU8/s320/HPIM2591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438527042021091170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Solvang at dusk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3mHhm_majI/AAAAAAAAAjE/aitveWp_Xx4/s1600-h/HPIM2594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3mHhm_majI/AAAAAAAAAjE/aitveWp_Xx4/s320/HPIM2594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438527036499323442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you need wine for when you can go to the beergarden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3mHhLMrk5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Kx7pmy2PCo0/s1600-h/HPIM2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3mHhLMrk5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Kx7pmy2PCo0/s320/HPIM2596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438527029037994898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11 years together and still going strong.  Love you, sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&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/12387939-5538878837383698256?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5538878837383698256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=5538878837383698256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5538878837383698256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/5538878837383698256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-last-full-day-before-im-film-widow.html' title='Our last full day before I&apos;m a film widow for 6 to 8 weeks.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3mHiTJPlAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/CD1e5dgV00k/s72-c/SR012580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7469025765482658381</id><published>2010-02-14T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:26:46.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington (the state)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Planning Ahead</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://istanbullets.blogspot.com/"&gt;mother-in-law&lt;/a&gt; has a fantastic quote (albeit annoying at times when I just want life to work out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my way&lt;/span&gt;):  "Life is what happens when you're making plans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to say that searching for a house is stressful.  Add to it that we're 1000 miles away and the only way I can really see houses is through the internets.  I am stressed out, emotionally drained, and just want it to be over with already.  And what's worse is that I can really plan anything more than a few weeks ahead because I don't know if we'll find that perfect place or not.  I can't plan to see my family who's visiting Seattle at the end of March, because I could be packing up our place by then.  I don't know when Matt will be back from shooting, so we can't plan the Grand Canyon trip, and even if we could, we don't know if we'll be moving by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just don't know and it's driving me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm just trying to enjoy L.A. and not think about moving.  Right now all I can do is search for a house, because without a house, moving isn't involved.  Today, hubby and I are going to the &lt;a href="http://www.huntington.org/huntingtonlibrary.aspx?id=210&amp;amp;linkidentifier=id&amp;amp;itemid=210"&gt;Huntington Gardens&lt;/a&gt;, and then out for a cheap dinner.  Or I might make something.  Who knows?  Tomorrow is full of chores and laundry, but today, I get my hubby all to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7469025765482658381?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7469025765482658381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7469025765482658381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7469025765482658381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7469025765482658381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning Ahead'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4294288626111667928</id><published>2010-02-13T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:55:15.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Barley Pilaf Stuffed Squash</title><content type='html'>The last few deliveries we've received from &lt;a href="http://www.farmfreshtoyou.com/"&gt;Farm Fresh To You&lt;/a&gt; have included Butternut Squash.  I'm not familiar with squash - the varieties available and when, how to cook it, and the impossible task of peeling off the tough exterior.  One reason why I love this particular recipe so much is not only is the stuffing absolutely delicious (and healthy to boot), I don't have to peel the squash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is from a fantastic cookbook called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Almost-Meatless-Recipes-Better-Health/dp/1580089615"&gt;Almost Meatless&lt;/a&gt;.  I heard about it from my friend &lt;a href="http://katyspray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy&lt;/a&gt;, and was so intrigued I used my birthday money to buy a copy.  It's written by two women, one a meat loving carnivore, and the other is a former vegan.  While meat is still used in the recipes, far less is used than in most cookbooks.  The focus is on healthy eating for you and for the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barley Pilaf Stuffed Squash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from Almost Meatless&lt;br /&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 small butternut squash, or 1 large squash, halved, seeds scooped out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tablespoon plus 2 teaspoons olive oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/3 cup (about 1/2 ounce) dried porcini mushrooms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 cups hot water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup barley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 ounces sweet Italian sausage (or your favorite flavor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced (about 1 tablespoon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 small shallot, minced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tablespoon chopped fresh sage (about 4 large leaves)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup dried cranberries, chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup toasted pecans, chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 375F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare the squash, rub the insides with the 1 tablespoon oil, salt, and pepper, and transfer toa large roasting pan that will fit all the pieces without crowding.  Roast in the oven, cut side down, for 45 minutes to 1 hour, until the squash is fork tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3cDFo1TdkI/AAAAAAAAAik/o411o7I1Oi4/s1600-h/HPIM2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3cDFo1TdkI/AAAAAAAAAik/o411o7I1Oi4/s320/HPIM2568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437818470468384322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, to prepare the filling, let the mushrooms steep in the hot water in a medium saucepan for about 15 minutes.  Remove the rehydrated mushrooms, chop, and set aside.  Bring the soaking water to a boil, add the barley, and simmer for about 30 minutes, until the barley is cooked through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the barley cooks, add the 2 teaspoons oil to a saute pan over medium-high heat.  cut and remove the sausage casings and crumble the meat into the pan.  Cook the sausage until it begins to brown, stirring occasionally.  Add the garlic, shallot, sage, and cranberries, and reserved mushrooms and cook for another 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain the barley through a mesh strainer and add to the sausage pan.  Add the vinegar and stir to combine thoroughly with the rest of the ingredients.  Season to taste with salt and pepper.  Keep warm until the squash is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3cDFDD723I/AAAAAAAAAic/WwVFRx9M51M/s1600-h/HPIM2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3cDFDD723I/AAAAAAAAAic/WwVFRx9M51M/s320/HPIM2569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437818460329204594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the squash is done, remove from the oven and stuff the craters with the hot barley mixture.  Sprinkle with toasted pecans and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3cDEtFbitI/AAAAAAAAAiU/XUbA4iO6G08/s1600-h/HPIM2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3cDEtFbitI/AAAAAAAAAiU/XUbA4iO6G08/s320/HPIM2570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437818454429895378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bon Appetit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/12387939-4294288626111667928?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4294288626111667928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4294288626111667928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4294288626111667928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4294288626111667928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/barley-pilaf-stuffed-squash.html' title='Barley Pilaf Stuffed Squash'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3cDFo1TdkI/AAAAAAAAAik/o411o7I1Oi4/s72-c/HPIM2568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-2996394245320898524</id><published>2010-02-12T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:02:25.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year of Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude #25</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A good night's sleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, how much this helps.  I haven't slept well since we got back from the holidays in Seattle.  You see, I sleep with earplugs in here in good ol' Glendale because our bedroom faces a very busy street.  Couple that with crazy, nutty cats running around in the middle of the night...well, white noise from a fan just doesn't cut it.  So after a month of trying to sleep, trying to adjust to the noises...I couldn't take it anymore.  And my friends, the last 3 nights have been blissful.  I am waking up ready to go and refreshed, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My cookbooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wipe my computer a few weeks ago, and with that all of my recipes that I had saved in my MasterCook program disappeared!  So, it's back to the basics, of searching through my recipe books for easy yet healthy and tasty recipes.  I am so glad I have such a variety.  I'll never get bored, that's for sure.  Remember how I used to collect stationary?  Well, now it's cookbooks.  Matt is fine with it, as long as I make a recipe from each one at some point, whether it's today or 20 years from now.  I think I can hold up my end of that deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capacity to step-up and be an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were little and being grown-up seemed so incredible?  We could do anything we wanted at any time, carefree and able to drive to boot!  Well, now I know it's not that simple, most of the time I still feel like that 15 year old girl who's unsure about everything.  But yesterday, I set her aside.  You see, I heard through the grapevine that an old college roommate's spouse had a rare stroke (and they have three little girls).  She and I didn't get along so well, for reasons now that I've forgotten and must be unimportant.  I messaged her through facebook, saying how sorry I was to hear about her husband's health, that I wished him well soon, and that I hoped she was alright.  She quickly responded updating me on his condition and how sweet I was to contact her.  I felt all warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that stepping up and getting over myself was the right thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-2996394245320898524?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2996394245320898524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=2996394245320898524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2996394245320898524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/2996394245320898524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/gratitude-25.html' title='Gratitude #25'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-6253369923611511825</id><published>2010-02-11T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:00:08.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Meatloaf and Broccoli Cheese Bake</title><content type='html'>Need I say more?  Let's get to it already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meatloaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From my Comfort Food Cookbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thick slice crustless white bread&lt;br /&gt;3 cups freshly ground beef, pork, or lamb&lt;br /&gt;1 small egg&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp finely chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;1 beef bouillon cube, crumbled&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp dried herbs&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have used ground beef and ground lamb on separate occasions. I vastly prefer the ground lamb version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the bread into a small bowl and add enough water to soak.  Let stand for 5 minutes, then drain and squeeze well to get rid of all the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the bread and all the other ingredients in a bowl.  Shape into a loaf, then place on a cookie sheet or in an ovenproof dish.  Put the meatloaf in the oven and cook for 30 to 45 minutes until the juices run clear when it is pierced with a toothpick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve in slices with your favorite sauce or gravy, mashed potatoes, and green beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mushroom and Cauliflower (or Broccoli) Cheese Bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From my Comfort Food Cookbook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium head of cauliflower or broccoli&lt;br /&gt;2 oz butter, plus 2 tbsp for the topping&lt;br /&gt;4 oz white mushrooms, sliced&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dry bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp freshly grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp dried parsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 450F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break the cauliflower into small florets.  Bring a large pan of salted water to a boil and cook the florets in the boiling water for 3 minutes (if you're using broccoli, you can just steam them until they are fork tender).  Remove from the heat, drain well, and transfer to a large shallow ovenproof dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt the 2 oz of butter into a small skillet over medium heat.  Add the mushrooms, stir to coat, and cook gently for 3 minutes.  Remove from heat and add to the cauliflower.  Season to taste with salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the bread crumbs, cheese, and herbs in a small mixing bowl, then sprinkle the crumbs over the vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dice the butter for the topped and dot over the crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the dish in the oven and bake for 15 minutes, or until the crumbs are golden brown and crisp.  Serve straight from the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3RDx7UkuUI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yleDEHeJVQE/s1600-h/HPIM2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3RDx7UkuUI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yleDEHeJVQE/s200/HPIM2566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437045175159667010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voila!&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/12387939-6253369923611511825?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6253369923611511825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=6253369923611511825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6253369923611511825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/6253369923611511825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/meatloaf-and-broccoli-cheese-bake.html' title='Meatloaf and Broccoli Cheese Bake'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S3RDx7UkuUI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yleDEHeJVQE/s72-c/HPIM2566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4259309125116252342</id><published>2010-02-10T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:17:29.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Upcoming Recipe Posts</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night we had meatloaf and a broccoli cheese bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had stuffed butternut squash &lt;a href="http://www.columbiawinery.com/columbia-valley-riesling-cellarmasters"&gt;with this wine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-4259309125116252342?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4259309125116252342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4259309125116252342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4259309125116252342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4259309125116252342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/upcoming-recipe-posts.html' title='Upcoming Recipe Posts'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-8612056922976331412</id><published>2010-02-09T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:16:28.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>All by myself...(almost)</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, Matt is gearing up for JourneyQuest.  He leaves on Tuesday for six to eight weeks, leaving me at the helm (aside from my own trip at the end of the month to look at more houses).  So with the impending desertion of L.A. for colder and wetter pastures, I've decided to make a list of things I'd like to do before I leave while he's gone.  It's been pretty fun, actually, and there's quite a few things I'll miss (like 70 degree days in January).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that he's left me in charge of that I'm looking forward to - a trip in late March/early April when he gets back!  I can't wait to have time with hubby, especially when he gets home after being gone for so long.  We were trying to figure out how to make wine country work, but it was just too expensive.  Then, on Sunday, it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever been to Arizona?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he thinks*  "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gleam in my eye*  "We're about a six to seven hour drive from the Grand Canyon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we knew, right then, that was our destination.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm so excited!!&lt;/span&gt;  Just at the possibility.  And I'm determined to have it be more than a possibility.  I have always wanted to see the Grand Canyon, and I know I'd be wistful if we moved before I'd had a chance to see it (kinda like when I lived in Philadelphia and never went to New York City).  Leave it to me to find rooms for under sixty dollars a night!  The room must have a fridge of course, for all the food we'll bring in our cooler, and if breakfast is included, all the better.  Of course, we don't know when he'll be back exactly, but having something to look forward to, aside from returning to the Pacific Northwest, is keeping me distracted from being all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but certainly not least, congratulations to &lt;a href="http://growingoldernotup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kevintheirishman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt; (and Patrick too) on the arrival of little Fiona!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-8612056922976331412?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8612056922976331412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=8612056922976331412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8612056922976331412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8612056922976331412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-by-myselfalmost.html' title='All by myself...(almost)'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-4903853685245223870</id><published>2010-02-07T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:20:08.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Squash:  To like or not to like...</title><content type='html'>...that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, mom had a plentiful garden and grew all kinds of yummy veggies and fruits.  One particular "thing" that I was never fond of but never disliked completely was squash.  She'd steam and serve it with butter and brown sugar, which was fine, but the texture just always threw me off a little.  I mean, I was a kid.  I'd eat pretty much anything with sugar and butter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 20-odd years later and here I am faced with what to do with these butternut squashes we get from our &lt;a href="http://www.farmfreshtoyou.com/"&gt;organic food delivery service&lt;/a&gt;.  I've never cooked squash, and was stumped as to what to do with it besides chili or just put it in my fruit bowl and let it look pretty.  Thankfully, a list of recipes is included, and this one caught my eye.  (Yes, &lt;a href="http://bellinghome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;, I took pictures for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butternut Squash Tart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Farm Fresh to You - contributed by April Paye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 butternut squash (cut into 8 parts, seeded and peeled - note - I was able to make two tarts)&lt;br /&gt;1 9 inch pie crust&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;2 medium egg whites&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 T light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 t ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/8 t ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/8 ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped cranberries or blueberries (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preheat oven to 400F.  In a large pot, steam squash pieces until fork tender (I steamed mine for about 20 minutes).  Drain and mash with a fork or blender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S243yygA6hI/AAAAAAAAAiE/k41W3XTL0Q0/s1600-h/HPIM2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S243yygA6hI/AAAAAAAAAiE/k41W3XTL0Q0/s200/HPIM2558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435343145971804690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press pie crust into 9 inch pie pan.  Set aside.  Transfer 3/4 cup of the mashed squash to a food processor or blender (reserve any remaining squash for another use).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add milk, egg whites, sugars, spices, and puree until blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S243ykQGr2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/nwoIMLfYPLs/s1600-h/HPIM2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S243ykQGr2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/nwoIMLfYPLs/s200/HPIM2561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435343142146977634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon mixture into prepared tart shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 40 minutes until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.  Cool on wire rack.  When cool, garnish with fresh, halved berries before serving, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S243xVVs8wI/AAAAAAAAAhs/60rSXVCIqb4/s1600-h/HPIM2564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S243xVVs8wI/AAAAAAAAAhs/60rSXVCIqb4/s200/HPIM2564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435343120964055810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The finished product!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/12387939-4903853685245223870?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4903853685245223870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=4903853685245223870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4903853685245223870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/4903853685245223870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/squash-to-like-or-not-to-like.html' title='Squash:  To like or not to like...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S243yygA6hI/AAAAAAAAAiE/k41W3XTL0Q0/s72-c/HPIM2558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-1764786449373117560</id><published>2010-02-06T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:16:47.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grousing'/><title type='text'>Results.  NOW.</title><content type='html'>**Disclaimer:  I'm grousing, no need for advice.  I just need to get this out.  **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've made many cuts in our finances these last few weeks.  The savings will show up.  But I want to see them NOW.  I'm not a patient person when it comes to money.  I'm just not patient in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've really changed our lifestyle over the years.  We have both made large sacrifices.  I'm cranky, grumpy, and not wanting nor able to make any more changes.  I want to see results for the efforts we've made.  Is that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-1764786449373117560?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1764786449373117560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=1764786449373117560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1764786449373117560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/1764786449373117560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/results-now.html' title='Results.  NOW.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-8059188524035238676</id><published>2010-02-05T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:30:50.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year of Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude #24</title><content type='html'>1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Savvy Computer Techs&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll be talking to one soon about getting my computer hooked up to &lt;a href="http://www.nwartglass.com/"&gt;NWAG&lt;/a&gt;'s server and inventory system.  Fingers crossed that all will work out smoothly.  At least he responds to my emails in a timely manner, and I'm grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encompassyourlife.com/"&gt;Reconnecting with old friends&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deodorant.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-8059188524035238676?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8059188524035238676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=8059188524035238676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8059188524035238676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8059188524035238676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/gratitude-24.html' title='Gratitude #24'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-7391292521674085241</id><published>2010-02-04T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:21:17.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Cuban Grilled Chicken Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S2uTxFikpuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/e2nbFokb8CQ/s1600-h/HPIM2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S2uTxFikpuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/e2nbFokb8CQ/s200/HPIM2557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434599846862694114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Matt and I getting this weekly produce delivery, again, it's just making and encouraging us to eat better.  And I have to say I'm surprisingly satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, our avocados weren't quite ready for eating yet, so we had to make do without.  This salad pairs very well with a hearty &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyingviognier.com/wines/wine923.html"&gt;Viognier&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I put the pineapple on the side rather than on the salad.  It was a delicious dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Cuban-Grilled-Chicken-Salad/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuban Grilled Chicken Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     3 cups chopped romaine lettuce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     1 small red onion, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     1 (6 ounce) avocado, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     1/2 cup red or yellow bell pepper, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     3/4 cup canned black beans, drained&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     3/4 cup diced fresh or canned pineapple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     2 cups cooked chicken meat, chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     2 tablespoons olive oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     2 teaspoons minced garlic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     salt and pepper to taste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     4 teaspoons fresh lime juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt; Toss the romaine with the onion, avocado, and peppers in a large bowl. Divide among four salad plates. Top each salad with a mound of black beans, some pineapple chunks, and the chopped chicken meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt; Whisk together the olive oil with the garlic, salt, and pepper. Drizzle this dressing over each salad along with a little lime juice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-7391292521674085241?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7391292521674085241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=7391292521674085241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7391292521674085241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/7391292521674085241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuban-grilled-chicken-salad.html' title='Cuban Grilled Chicken Salad'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/S2uTxFikpuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/e2nbFokb8CQ/s72-c/HPIM2557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387939.post-8099145042988540405</id><published>2010-01-30T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:30:50.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year of Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude #22 and #23</title><content type='html'>1.  Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Homemade Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Spreadsheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, it's been that kind of day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387939-8099145042988540405?l=mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8099145042988540405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387939&amp;postID=8099145042988540405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8099145042988540405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387939/posts/default/8099145042988540405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesmers-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/gratitude-22-and-23.html' title='Gratitude #22 and #23'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563116279539221187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Svo8xlP7Hww/SX9651zuLUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XGYwjOxfL0g/S220/MattandCamille.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
