<?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-34294696</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:07:19.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farwest of norway</title><subtitle type='html'>in the farwest of norway i now live. its so far you have to fly for a really long time to get there. and when you get there they speak english and drive big trucks. but my bestfriend lives here. we live in a one bedroom with a dirty pool outside.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>camillaLchmiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789466430810658378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34294696.post-3078862522793202729</id><published>2007-05-29T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:17:33.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toft arr pa haka</title><content type='html'>det er ikke sa mye som skjer om dagen. derfor lenge siden sist. og ja, folk er lei av a lese blog. skjonner det. men alle mater jeg kan folge litt med pa hva som skjer i livet til folk jeg er glad i tas i mot med takk.&lt;br /&gt;jeg er ikke sa motivert for tida til a skrive sa mye av ulike grunner. forst, er irriterende a ikke ha internett hjemme. selv om de sier portland skal fa gratis wifi innen noen maneder overalt! dessuten har ikke anden vert helt pa topp. det er ikke bare bare a flytte til et nytt sted igjen gitt. hadde glemt det, tar tid a fa venner og et liv liksom. tid og mye initiativ, noe jeg ikke foler meg helt opplagt til om dagen. men det hjelper jo ikke, sa jeg prover a tenke positivt a ta moter med folk og muligheter som de kommer. komme seg ut litt. som vi gjorde pa lordag feks. sa en hiphop konsert og alt var helt til vi sykla hjem og jeg krasja. sykla inn i fortauet eller noe og mista balansen og slo haka apen og besvimte. kenny blei redd sa klart, men en grei fyr stoppa og fikk kjort oss til legevakta like ved der vi bor. sa da var vi der noen timer og fikk sydd haka med 6 sting og sjekka at alt annet var ok. sa de to siste dagene har vert tilbragt i senga med moste banan maltider innimellom. foler meg mye bedre i dag og skal jobbe litt igjen i morra. bare haka som fikk seg et fint og toft arr. kenny har lagd mat og lest norske eventyr for meg sa jeg kom meg raskt!&lt;br /&gt;men det er psyko a vere ansatt i usa, vi ma komme oss ut herfra sa fort som mulig!! ingen rettigheter og ma tilbake pa jobb sa fort som mulig for ikke a miste for mye lonn... psyko!!!&lt;br /&gt;na har jeg en fin hvit hjelm og provde a sykle litt i dag og det gikk greit. bra, for vi ble kvitt bilen sa na er det sykkel eller beina som gjelder!&lt;br /&gt;jeg har en fantastisk mann og bestevenn som er her sammen med meg i alt som skjer, men jeg gleder meg masse(masse) til a henge i oslo igjen i sommer.... to forste uker i august, vi ses!!!&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-3078862522793202729?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3078862522793202729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=3078862522793202729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/3078862522793202729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/3078862522793202729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/2007/05/det-er-ikke-sa-mye-som-skjer-om-dagen.html' title='toft arr pa haka'/><author><name>camillaLchmiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789466430810658378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34294696.post-535026129130015444</id><published>2007-04-09T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:34:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RhqqmshHUlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1tcl5nuJSdg/s1600-h/DSCN1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RhqqmshHUlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1tcl5nuJSdg/s200/DSCN1809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051537513811235410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats up peoples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rainy monday and am again the only norwegian i know i mils omkrets. my sister marie left yesterday morning and it has been two wonderful weeks together! even though i had to work a lot i hope she had fun (!) and thanks for all the sweeping help at my work. it was fun to explore even more of portland with her and she definitly knows what our normal life looks like now.... we had good times at the bakery, walking, shopping, watching movies, eating food, reading books. you know. the normal stuff we like to do. its always a little sad when people leave and off course it makes me miss that everyday contact with my family and friends that i dont have at this point. its hard. am not gonna lye! i miss my people. so we might come over there soon. dont know how long we can participate in keeping this war going with our tax money either...&lt;br /&gt;until then..... heres a picture of a doped out but happy camilla with oldnew shoes i got personally delivered from marte in oslo. thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-535026129130015444?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/535026129130015444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=535026129130015444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/535026129130015444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/535026129130015444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-up-peoples-its-rainy-monday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>camillaLchmiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789466430810658378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RhqqmshHUlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1tcl5nuJSdg/s72-c/DSCN1809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34294696.post-383082849703660369</id><published>2007-03-20T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:53:27.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>det bor mange rare folk i portland ogsa may- britt andersen</title><content type='html'>i dag har jeg forste jobbedag her i portland. har fatt jobb pa et lite lokalt bakeri. franske brod og croissanter og sma herlige kaker og fantastisk kaffe. alt lages pa stedet og det lukter kjempegodt!&lt;br /&gt;sa planen er a jobbe sa mye som mulig til jeg kan begynne pa skolen igjen her og bli ferdig en gang.... og ellers male og tegne og trykke enda mere fohapentligvis. dessuten kommer lillesis marie til helga og blir i to uker eller noe. noe som blir aldeles nydelig! og jeg fikk for noen dager siden en pakke med mye rart i fra unn... det var paskemarsipan og godt og blanda og oslo magasinet og brev og det varma mitt hjerte!! unn er sa god pa det med brev og pakker... har noe a lere der! &lt;br /&gt;ellers har kenny vert litt hekta pa sykler i det siste og har na en ny MASI. han kan ikke vente med a vise et bilde av den nar han har bygd den ferdig! na er det bare a selge bilen og leve som man preker. uten a bidra til oljekriger og miljo odeleggelser.&lt;br /&gt;lenge leve kollektivtransport!!&lt;br /&gt;love c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-383082849703660369?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/383082849703660369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=383082849703660369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/383082849703660369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/383082849703660369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/2007/03/det-bor-mange-rare-folk-i-portland-ogsa.html' title='det bor mange rare folk i portland ogsa may- britt andersen'/><author><name>camillaLchmiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789466430810658378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34294696.post-6420263985246981260</id><published>2007-03-14T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:20:22.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not a game</title><content type='html'>its pure reality.&lt;br /&gt;and a little corky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hver spiller starter med å skrive seks rare ting om seg selv. Bloggere som blir "tatt" må skrive seks ting om seg selv i sin egen blogg, i tillegg til å angi reglene for spillet. Til slutt velger spilleren seks nye bloggere som "har den", og lister navnene deres. Etter det er gjort, skriver han eller hun en kommentar på bloggene til hver av dem, for å la dem vite at de har blitt "tatt", og at de må lese bloggen til den som tok dem for mer informasjon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each player starts by writing six funny or stupid things about yourself. The bloggers that gets "tagged" have to write six things about yourself on your blog and also give the rules for the game. The blogger then tagges six new people and lists their names. Give them a notice on their blog that they have been tagged and that they will find more info on your blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my six things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i dont really eat icecream anymore. it hurts my stomach. and you know how much i love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. i still cant handle any creeks or folds in my clothes when wearing them. especially in socks and tshirts. just like in kindergarden.&lt;br /&gt;3. am a vegetarian but sometimes i just want a burnt hotdog from the bonfire wrapped in moisty lompe. &lt;br /&gt;4. sometimes me and kenny practice singing for our secret artband that we are gonna start. (me, singing....)&lt;br /&gt;5. i get so angry when watching commercials on tv that i feel bobbles inside and sometimes i scream.&lt;br /&gt;6. i love hot water. even though i know its bad and i want solarpanels for my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tagged lillesis, nina, devon and eline. thats four and thats okei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-6420263985246981260?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6420263985246981260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=6420263985246981260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/6420263985246981260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/6420263985246981260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-not-game.html' title='this is not a game'/><author><name>camillaLchmiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789466430810658378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34294696.post-7727173711940811675</id><published>2007-03-02T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:34:38.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh je.&lt;br /&gt;and then theres that wonderful film that absorbed me last week. the science of sleep. french director, mexican guy in france and a whole lot of dreams and beautiful people making stuff and playing. watch the making of when renting the dvd... look at this scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRScwNkWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6IWEDkHw9Ug/s1600-h/2098656.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRScwNkWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6IWEDkHw9Ug/s200/2098656.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037576666844336482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-7727173711940811675?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7727173711940811675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=7727173711940811675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>at home</title><content type='html'>finally everything is pretty much done, as far as moving goes. kenny is absolutely amazing when it comes to packing and stuffing and fitting a lot of stuff into a very small space. first into the moving truck then in our little small apartment. so it starts to feel like home. the drive went well and kenny is a hero for driving so much!!&lt;br /&gt;in normal kenny speed we got things together and about 24 hours after unloading it looks like we have lived here always. exept for the empty fridge. &lt;br /&gt;it feels really good to call this home. but one has to get used to the RAIN. pouring down all day nonstop. and its really wet too!&lt;br /&gt;in the exitement over living here the camera got left behind but got some pictures of our new home. &lt;br /&gt;the new hairthing woun't last long in this rain but it looked nice that day..&lt;br /&gt;and then theres the brown apartment building, ours is number five. &lt;br /&gt;and then its the view from our window, a brown pool (!)&lt;br /&gt;and then kenny is trying to get the ikea chair together (they never give you the right skrues..)&lt;br /&gt;and then its our enormous wall long bookshelf for the rainy spring time.&lt;br /&gt;and then theres wet camilla in kennys warm jacket going out to get burritos for the working peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it. we love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRBMwNkQI/AAAAAAAAABg/500p2tCalM0/s1600-h/DSCN1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRBMwNkQI/AAAAAAAAABg/500p2tCalM0/s200/DSCN1729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037576370491592962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRBcwNkRI/AAAAAAAAABo/MATf2vH9ciM/s1600-h/DSCN1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRCcwNkUI/AAAAAAAAACA/JPVLbARge84/s1600-h/DSCN1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRCcwNkUI/AAAAAAAAACA/JPVLbARge84/s200/DSCN1743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037576391966429506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRScwNkVI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwhQD4eO22M/s1600-h/DSCN1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRScwNkVI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwhQD4eO22M/s200/DSCN1749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037576666844336466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-1554693948270415757?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1554693948270415757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=1554693948270415757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/1554693948270415757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/1554693948270415757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-home.html' title='at home'/><author><name>camillaLchmiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789466430810658378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cjr4QZgeiM/RekRBMwNkQI/AAAAAAAAABg/500p2tCalM0/s72-c/DSCN1729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34294696.post-117004969662088571</id><published>2007-01-28T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:48:44.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still waiting...</title><content type='html'>its sunday and we have a softsunday. staying at home, in our kitchen that is where the sofa and tv now reside, being soft og myka. watching basketball on our blackandwhite(!) tv, checking my regular computer things, like mail, blog, friends blog, skype, talk to my parents for a long time, the norwegian newspaper dagsavisen, looking at housing in portland on craigslist and related stuff. then we take a soft walk, all the way to the movie store...., watch two good movies, eat some soft pasta with pesto, make some soft soft brownies and cuddle on a soft couch to a fight movie. all while we wait for another day to pass and we'll be out of here. last week we went to san francisco twice because we just had to go somewhere and see some people and walk around in a city a little bit. in a month we will be moving and in only two weeks we will be driving up there to find an apartment for march 1st. exciting! just two more weeks of work for me of serving highend am-so-rich-i-get-anything-i-want-people their custom made coffee. soft hugs&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-117004969662088571?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/117004969662088571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=117004969662088571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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sacramento...helt siden vi kom hit i slutten av august har det i grunn vert lukka dorer overalt! helt i fra nar bilen til scott og devon stoppa pa vei til a hente oss pa flyplassen nar vi forst kom hit, til a finne et sted her i riktig prisklasse, til a ikke finne en menighet eller venner i grunn. til at jeg ikke kunne ga fulltid pa skolen pga en matteklasse jeg mangla. ingenting har liksom funka, tvert i mot. jeg fikk jobb og det var bra, ikke bra betalt, men grei jobb. utenom det gikk det i grunn ikke lang tid for vi skjonte at dette ikke var noe blivende sted for oss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nar scott, kennys kamerat og business dude var i en motorsykkel ulykke og sitter i rullestol med et bein som ikke kan bli gatt pa skikkelig pa iallefall 1-2 ar, da var det pa tide a dra syntes vi. construction businessen dems pa is og kenny bestemte seg for at det er jo ikke det han vil satse pa, men ga tilbake pa skole og fa en master i teologi fra skolen han gikk pa i Portland, Oregon. sa etter mye tenking og prating og skriving av budsjetter, (husker briskeby, diverse budsjett skrivinger..), og etter en forstaelsesfull prat med huseier, sa er vi ute herfra i midten av februar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi drar til portland da for a finne et sted a flytte inn, sa drar vi tilbake med flyttelasset til forste mars ca. vi gleder oss masse masse!!&lt;br /&gt;vi visste vel egentlig hele tida at sacramento ikke er var greie, men det trudde det ville funke bedre med jobben til kenny. men vi savner by sa masse! vi er ikke klare for suburb og kjopesentre og upperclass rikinger med svere biler... vil aldri bli forhapentligvis!&lt;br /&gt;kenny har bodd i portland i 5 ar eller noe for han flytta til san francisco like for jeg kom dit, sa han har masse folk der og liker byen. jeg har bare vert der i noen timer for sammen med ane gunhild, men trur jeg kommer til a like det etter det jeg veit og horer. litt nermere norge og oslo i type folk, lynne, stil, regn og kaldt, musikksmak og god kaffe! &lt;br /&gt;sa planen blir a fa noen jobb og et billig sted a bo, noe som er mye letter der for alt er mye billigere. vi har jo hittil bodd i den aller dyreste staten i usa og det er ikke verdt det!&lt;br /&gt;og sa byne pa skole etterhvert og bli ferdig snart for min del... jeg kom jo til SF for a ga pa skole, men livet overrasker og man ma ta det som kommer. og det har tatt litt andre vendinger de siste to ara enn jeg hadde planlagt, sa dette skolegreiene tar sin tid. jeg er utalmodig med a bli ferdig, og det vil skje sa fort som mulig. &lt;br /&gt;uansett. det er planen og vi er pretty excited.... can't wait to get out of here actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kenny bynte sa klart a pakke med en gang vi prata med huseier, sa na er alle bokene i esker, sofaen pa kjokkenet og gassoven pa sa mye vi kan med alle andre dorer lukka til kjokkenet for a holde pa varmen littegrann. det er nemlig minusgrader her, noe ingen hus er laga for! sa vi bor pa kjokkenet i grunn and we'r lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-116882087000193871?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/116882087000193871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=116882087000193871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/116882087000193871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/116882087000193871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-to-leave.html' title='time to leave...'/><author><name>camillaLchmiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789466430810658378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34294696.post-116875671902563120</id><published>2007-01-13T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T10:53:32.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/1600/866042/DSCN0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/200/797126/DSCN0995.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so friday 13th of january 2006, thats 1 year ago, we did the most fun and exciting thing i have done in my life up to that point. the wedding chapel, the ring, the old synthesizer lady, the sweatty priest, the "i do" 's, the look in your eyes. it was pretty amazing. but as it turnded out, the past year has been even better, more exciting, fun, challenging, than i could ever imagine. I never knew it could be so fun to be with somebody that much, cause we have been seeing each other a lot...  this year i have learned what it is to love somebody and be loved. in that way. i am married to my bestfriend and he amazes me everyday with who he is. this marriagething is really cool! so different then anything else in every way. its really not the day 1 year ago that is important or that i remember the most. its actually little things that we do in our day to day life. when kenny is kenny and camilla is camilla. am excited to be seeing kenny everyday for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emosjonell og trott camilla i natten&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-116875671902563120?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/116875671902563120/comments/default' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34294696.post-116733044863792793</id><published>2006-12-28T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T10:36:09.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas eve in las vegas</title><content type='html'>we drove, i mean, kenny drove for hours on end and finally we got to las vegas, only one month since last time we drove. thankfully our old honda civic was very nice to us and made it up the hills and through the deserts. we even got some of the mysterious fog on film for future projects. i was kinda sick still and slept most of the way, i think kenny listened to his book on tape and was just really happy to have avoided trafic. which is the main goal when driving in california! christmas eve was spend at brother in law michaels house with the rest of the family and the four kids. the presents were opened in an illegal high speed with a few saved for christmas morning. the main event of the night was to get everyone gathered on the stairs for a family picture and after everyones ideas on where to place the camera to get everyone were discussed, i dont even know what happend to the actual pictures... some kids got cut off or something.&lt;br /&gt;other than that there were a few football games on and i got a lot of reading done.&lt;br /&gt;the drive home, again at a time where we would avoid trafic, was a really wonderful kenny- and- camilla time. so when we did get stuck for two hours right outside las vegas in baker.... we were deep into conversations about life and love and future and fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;the borders giftcard got spend the next day after hours deliberating on how to get most books for the money. i chose the way of getting an expensive art book on david hockney whereas kenny chose the route of getting cheaper but more books for the money. &lt;br /&gt;did i mention this is kennys favourite thing to do, finding out what books to buy or read or want. hours on end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is back on and the new yar is coming up, with interesting moves, plans, hopes, ideas, and a lot of unknown.&lt;br /&gt;kjerlighet til alle venner og takk for alle gaver og tanker jeg fikk og kjente. varme folelser til alle mine.&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/1600/702839/ChistmasEve2006013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/200/447321/ChistmasEve2006013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/1600/487003/ChistmasEve2006027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/200/493512/ChistmasEve2006027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rebecca and katelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/1600/474095/ChistmasEve2006028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/200/791716/ChistmasEve2006028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daniel and brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/1600/846009/ChistmasEve2006030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/200/472294/ChistmasEve2006030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kenny and denise chmiel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/1600/173673/ChistmasEve2006018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3172/3777/200/436525/ChistmasEve2006018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you know&lt;div 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vegas'/><author><name>camillaLchmiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789466430810658378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34294696.post-116692767655395180</id><published>2006-12-23T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:34:36.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to all my dear ones</title><content type='html'>fra en varm orken i nevada i slutten av desember, med lysene fra diverse hoteller og casinoer i bakgrunnen. fra et lite hus i et na meksikansk strok av byen etter en lang morgen pa highwayen i tjukk take. fra under et juletre med lys og hvite kuler og alle pakkene stabla opp. fra en jente som er litt sjuk og en pratsom mann som snakker i vei pa dette andre spraket. fra en annen familie som er fremmed, men samtidig ner og min. fra en annerledes lillejulaften som gir meg ett nytt perspektiv pa tradisjoner og lerer meg a leve litt utenfor min vanlige komfortable camilla-mate. fra denne stolen pa kontoret med lukt av kyllinggryte fra kjokkenet og noe sportsgreier pa tv'n ville jeg bare si god jul til alle mine kjere som jeg er sa glad i. merri christmas og bestemor, spar noen av de lefsene for meg, de som du veit jeg liker, de tjukke med smor og brunost pa. ok?&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-116692767655395180?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/116692767655395180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=116692767655395180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src="http://www.slideroll.com/player.php?s=r91xmhga" id="slideshow" base="http://www.slideroll.com" width="360" height="280" wmode="transparent" salign="tl" scale="noscale" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideroll.com"&gt;Create a Free Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time on my hands&lt;br /&gt;its a week before christmas today and its weird not doing the normal norwegian advent thing. not too much of that here, mostly shopping. consume consume consume and drive. but i took my math test finally this friday ( congratulations kenny on your birthday and your wonderful dinner and flowers for me on your birthday...) and now have some time on my hands beside working. so i finally got these photos together of my little series on home and memories and old days and newer days. and then theres the painting of a smoker. two of them are oil on canvas, two are oil on board. still learning and trying to experiment with how to put paint onto a surface. and also how to best communicate the idea and how to connect the two. difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, christmas will be in las vegas and my first in the us. so ye. so long and dont leave your burning candles overnight.&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-116640981670189260?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/116640981670189260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34294696&amp;postID=116640981670189260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34294696/posts/default/116640981670189260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it was so fun to see a known happy face from home for a few hours!! a couple of days later my friend sabrina, my first friend from school in san francisco, came to visit. she also got married to an american and being swiss we have much of the same experience here in california. exept that they are now pregnant, but we got to share wedding pictures and long talks. absolutely wonderful and a very upliftning day. but then theres other strange feelings going through me because me grandpa on my moms side has been sick for a while and died monday afternoon. he was old, almost 90 years, and has lived a wonderful life preaching and raising five kids and being so influencial in many peoples lives. but its still strange for the people that are left, i am especially thinking about my grandma these days. but am happy for him, he is in heaven, in a much better place and it was his time to leave. its strange to be far away and for different surcumstances i won't be able to go home, which is one of the things i have to sacrifice when having my life so far away from family and friends. we'll see how long we can do this, this distance... in times like this i wish i was closer to participate more directly. so am thinking aobut my mom who lost her dad and i know my sisters and my dad and her siblings are there for her. and i support her in my way from here. &lt;br /&gt;its been a good last week but strange and different in many ways. am a little sick and feel a little melancholy not in a negative way, just different. if that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34294696-116534382126365523?l=camillalchmiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillalchmiel.blogspot.com/feeds/116534382126365523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>poppypop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/1600/popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/3777/320/popcorn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i finally got to talk to my sisters. both of them at the same time! its incredible whats possible with technology and skype! it makes my life better cause sometimes you just have to talk to your sisters! so i promised them to show a picture of my dear husband in his popcorn sweater. and ye, its one of my favourites. you can touch the popcorn, its popping up...&lt;br /&gt;other than laughing at this sweater and all the funny stuff kenny does am trying to make ok cappucinos, which is harder than you would think! its all about rolling the milk and not ripping it, right? so thats what my life is consumed with nowadays and its gonna be nice to have some days 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I got a job at this nice coffeeshop and i am experiencing the american hard working life for the first time. i come from a country where we like our vacations, half tax in december, overtime paid, holiday paid, night paid, all the extra money you possibly can get out of your employer. in america, its a different story. people roll their eyes and think i talk of some weird sosialistic paradise while i dream about my 10% vacation money i wont be getting next summer. so thats an adjustment. but i will finally be going back to full-time school after christmas, which i cant wait to get on and be done with. other than that its pretty quiet in sacramento, nice to ride your bike and many womderful old trees with alot of leaves, but a little too suburban for us youngsters without kids... glad theres no snow here though. so enjoy these pictures till next time, now that i remembered my login name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.slideroll.com/player.swf?s=h6qm29kh&amp;nocache=1&amp;nologo=0" id="slideshow" base="http://www.slideroll.com" width="360" height="280" wmode="transparent" salign="tl" scale="noscale"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://www.slideroll.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.slideroll.com/player.swf?s=h6qm29kh&amp;nologo=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="s" value="h6qm29kh" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" VALUE="noscale" /&gt; 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