<?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-6593668737668034615</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:55:43.475-08:00</updated><category term='bdu'/><category term='environmental'/><category term='toxins'/><category term='beech'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='torniquet'/><category term='Pia'/><category term='lars'/><category term='harrods'/><category term='winter'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Eco wrrior'/><category term='cakes'/><category term='time'/><category term='sit ups'/><category term='tramp'/><category term='hotels'/><category term='SWAT'/><category term='moaning women'/><category term='adultery'/><category term='make-up'/><category term='charity'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='pollution'/><category term='drink'/><category term='gyms'/><category term='copenhagen summit'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='priority'/><category term='anti-romance'/><category term='guns'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Camilla the Naked Danish/Dutch Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily Camilla I was born in Denmark raised in Holland and now work all over. I love my friends though am always the grey girl. Helping out and not getting on peoples feelings.

I love life but it is apart from every one.

I love being emotionally and physically naked, but with a bat behind my back.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-5926238183897159301</id><published>2011-10-06T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:11:00.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>this week I came back from a lengthy trip abroad trekking in America it was great when I got back i was in turmoil my life just wasn't the same so I emailed a friend of&amp;nbsp; mine&amp;nbsp; and he helped me sort my head out to know where i was he is brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try &lt;a href="mailto:abplus66@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;abplus66@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; give him a whirl he can help you if you are worried about life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-5926238183897159301?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5926238183897159301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2011/10/help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5926238183897159301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5926238183897159301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2011/10/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-4551750027806583026</id><published>2010-12-13T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T03:23:16.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eco wrrior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toxins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priority'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pollution'/><title type='text'>Time to reflect the greater good?</title><content type='html'>I have time on my hands. It seems that no matter what I am doing I can make time for other things instantly. My early years at work were hard because of this. I must have a rigid set of time lines to work against. If I have my own time frame I work to my own priority system. This is why I ended up in the military, always told what and when to do it, (it never ended up that way, I guess they wanted me to find my own priorities in the work I did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job in a shop once, I never saw the urgence for some one to have a 'Must have' bottle of Evian water over Iskilde water, I would have customers almost in tears if they could not find 'That' particular shampoo that made their hari better than anyother. I would simpathise I would apologise on behalf of the company and my colleagues, but what could I do when the person starts hyperventilating and swearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even harder after my first tour involving actual combat, I was just glad I was alive. It took me a while to see people as living in bubbles when it came to priorities, only seeing what was worse or best about their situation as the saw it. I actually have respect for this way of living. The bigger picture is so immense that people should try to take care of themselves to try and ensure that they do not wantonly contribute to that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have sat on a train, bus or  stranded in some airport having an eco warrior trying to 'educate' us with all the tales of toxic waste, global warming etc. etc. etc. it goes on and on and they end up sounding a crank, someone to be avoided. I had one last week banging on about pollution, and toxins only then to watch him fish out a cigarette and start smoking. Eco warriors need to understand irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all issues are important, if I did not I would not spend so much of my life trying to uphold our national and international security. But when presented with so many wrongs it is hard not to say well I can do nothing about that an immediately move onto, what shampoo is good for my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How humans work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My priority to day is to get an audit finished but here I am writing about Ironic Eco wrriors and the bigger picture. I think I must get back to my audit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-4551750027806583026?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4551750027806583026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-to-reflect-greater-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4551750027806583026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4551750027806583026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-to-reflect-greater-good.html' title='Time to reflect the greater good?'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-7787538365067852060</id><published>2010-12-07T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:22:33.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environmental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copenhagen summit'/><title type='text'>Copenhagen Summit</title><content type='html'>I am not that up on all the environmental issues that are banded around. But I have noticed that ever since the Copenhagen summit a couple of years ago, the one which guaranteed that we would no longer get cold winters, we have had just that. It is as if god is saying I'll decide thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-7787538365067852060?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7787538365067852060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/12/copenhagen-summit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7787538365067852060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7787538365067852060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/12/copenhagen-summit.html' title='Copenhagen Summit'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-4446171594316691045</id><published>2010-12-02T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:17:06.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdu'/><title type='text'>training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/TPgMR2cVU5I/AAAAAAAAADc/JVJD3Oyx5UE/s1600/swat%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546196441918428050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/TPgMR2cVU5I/AAAAAAAAADc/JVJD3Oyx5UE/s320/swat%2525202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Training day, that's me on the left, I forgot my usual attire but you can see my lovely eyes. I borrowed the carbine from a friend, John.  it is light and easy to manage but I found the US BDU a little uncomfortable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day went well, and was all wrapped up in a few days, it keeps the skills sharp and the edge available.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-4446171594316691045?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4446171594316691045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/12/training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4446171594316691045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4446171594316691045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/12/training.html' title='training'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/TPgMR2cVU5I/AAAAAAAAADc/JVJD3Oyx5UE/s72-c/swat%2525202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-5660961337762996337</id><published>2010-12-02T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:55:31.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has becoem Burned Out. His work is extremely demanding and over the year he has poured heart and soul into the job he has. He helps peopl manage extremely dangerous hazards. In his job it seems routine to him and his colleagues, they are all stretched to breakingand unfortunately it has brought him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will refuel rather than be burned out never to return, it will be a long process but I will help him as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has the uneviable task of also been more than his job as he has other duties to perform to help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you luck ****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-5660961337762996337?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5660961337762996337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/12/friend-of-mine-has-becoem-burned-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5660961337762996337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5660961337762996337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/12/friend-of-mine-has-becoem-burned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-4431838916099946821</id><published>2010-11-27T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T09:54:53.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FU-KING-HELL</title><content type='html'>What a shit day....&lt;br /&gt;today is shit, it is shit because my partner has reportedly had enough. I wasn't home on time. An early finish is where one finishes early, the act is in the title. He thinks that I made a promise that I broke because I was not home at 12 on the dot. 'We could have done so many things' he says, such? as I say, well er, comes the reply. So now today this instant we have wasted the day arguing and avoiding it. I have to be away next weekend in Edinburgh working so we will be apart. so by wasting this weekend we also waste our time together for 2 weeks. He knows my job is taxing and he knows that I am willing to let the non-priority stuff fall by the wayside to get home, but when I have to work I have to work, but I still get it in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have recently moved in together at a new place, I want to get the place sorted out, yet he does a little here and there. He has no job and only has two or three things that absolutely have to be done daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-4431838916099946821?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4431838916099946821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/11/fu-king-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4431838916099946821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4431838916099946821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/11/fu-king-hell.html' title='FU-KING-HELL'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-1424860824826665318</id><published>2010-04-03T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:50:49.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that Lars couldn't see it he was such a lovely person. He had nothing but could light up your day with a word.#please think of him when you have a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-1424860824826665318?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/1424860824826665318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-everyone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/1424860824826665318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/1424860824826665318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-5334941962242686029</id><published>2010-03-30T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:02:28.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lars goes to hospital</title><content type='html'>Hi to you all here I am again. well it has been a busy month, busy but fun.&lt;br /&gt;I have a pile of research projects underway and am hoping to kick start a normal (for me that is) life once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have some very bad news earlier today, Lars the homeless guy who lives near my building was taken to hospital today after falling off the sidewalk and hitting his head. I was going to share a cake I had baked with him something I try to do every day when I am home. After we had sat for about five minutes he said he had something to show me and went across the street.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't come back which can be normal, as he has slight paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later my neighbour called me saying Lars had fallen and had gone to hospital, he apparently fell after tripping over a childs bike ledt on the sidewalk outside the shop he had gone to. poor Lars I will visit him later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-5334941962242686029?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5334941962242686029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/03/lars-goes-to-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5334941962242686029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5334941962242686029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/03/lars-goes-to-hospital.html' title='Lars goes to hospital'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-7337202456072531274</id><published>2010-03-01T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:50:57.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new jobs</title><content type='html'>today I am looking forward to my new job I am to teach casualty protection. that is protecting people in violent situations. from this I hope to get back on top of life and maybe start my ownb company.  My research job has become a bore which is why I took this new job in AFG.  I have dusted off  my kit and am now waiting to go.. I must say I look great in it. It's because I am tall and slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss home baking but it wil be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-7337202456072531274?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7337202456072531274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7337202456072531274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7337202456072531274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-jobs.html' title='new jobs'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-7744371957520041689</id><published>2010-02-03T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:19:14.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotels'/><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Well hello for 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's over a month into this new year. As usual I have done so much yet done so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know I lead a chequered life of excitment, disappointment, calm and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New year was great I went for Sun Sea and Sand. I went somewhere where I could be annonymous I could be naked and unnoticed. I went to the Canary islands to Santa Crz De La Pama. I stayed at the very lovely hotel called the Hotasa Taburiente Playa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 5 minutes from the airport so the taxi wasn't that bad at all. I was able to keep up with my daily training by running down to the harbour and using the sea and beach for cardio. The gym in the hotel was quite decent as well as was the sauna which I had to use very early in th emorning bbecause I like to be naked in the sauna which is the proper way after all. I also enjoyed massage and the jungle look to the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for three very discreet weeks of solitude and reflection and I also had a good tim einteracting with some holiday friends. You know the sort of disposable friends we all have from time to time. we talk and talk, go out drinking, visit the pool and then are cut off at the end of the holiday. Not a bad thing at all everything is nice as Clare one of the single use friends said the friendship doesn't go sour the enthusiasm is there but the hold isn't, very true Clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Cancajos beach was a great place to go. I would go there with a bottle of wine or two and read from my holiday book again disposed of at the end of the holiday. I even went to the museum of Natural Science in the town, it was quite good it killed some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best part of the holiday was spread over a week I met a couple of guys who obviously wanted to woo me for dinner or into bed, not going to happen guys I am very strict on that.  We met in the gym and got talking there and went onto the bar and had a day of talking. They tried to impress me with tails of daring do and of their jobs as soldiers.  I cpould tell straight away that they wern't combat soldiers as they had no real idea about war fighting just their own vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall after a few days of trying to flirt they got a little competetive in the gym. I am on holiday so my workouts are slower, lighter and shorter. They kept up, just and when I went into the punch bag zone they followed and made some comments about females fighting. I suggested sparring, I'll say the first guy got a good kicking because he tried not to hurt me ( or so he said). Dan the next one came over all kick boxer and  tried to hard spar he lasted about 8 minutes, I gave him quite a hiding after he bloodied my nose. They learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-7744371957520041689?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7744371957520041689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/02/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7744371957520041689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7744371957520041689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2010/02/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-836048842441920362</id><published>2009-11-14T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:20:32.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torniquet'/><title type='text'>love my cake with lemon icing</title><content type='html'>I have just been to my friends and they loved the cakes especislly with the lemon icing.  we had been to the range to keep our skills up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had to replace some of my medical kit as the dates are up on some of it.  I have new bandages, torniquets, chest seals and sterile seret washes.  I need to keep on top of it to make sure my kit is up to scratch and it also provides new training kit.  Though a lot of my med kit was stolen on my last job. I need to get around to replacing it some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will change my body armour and assalt vest for something a little more bespoke. Like Battle fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-836048842441920362?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/836048842441920362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-my-cake-with-lemon-icing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/836048842441920362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/836048842441920362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-my-cake-with-lemon-icing.html' title='love my cake with lemon icing'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-7151554543797719000</id><published>2009-11-11T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:35:19.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes.</title><content type='html'>Today I baked two cakes. I used a standard cake recipe and added Cinnamon which is the best. I have iced th cakes with yellow icing and added sugar strands to it. I will be sharing them with friends tomorrow, I hope they like them I think the cinnamon will be a nice touch, it is oozing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I have been off the gym recently, I don't know I just cannot get motivated at the moment. I feel like a vegetable not able to do anything without a mountain of effeort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a date on Monday gone. It was a date with a guy who I met about a month ago. It was in Den Gronne Kaelder on  Pilestræde, I was there with martha one of my oldest friends and he came over and asked me about the vegetarian menu and what would I suggest. That was nice so I pciked out a nice salad for him and we talked for 5 mins and he gave me his phone number and went. Martha and I stayed for a bit and we then went on for some dancing and all that at NASA but I found it a bit small and the bar staff were a bit stiff for me so 500Kr later we left and went to Kung Fu Izakaya which reminds me so much of Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my date. I wore a lovely flowery dress just right for the weather I might add. I considered some make up but though NO CAMILLA not for you. We wnet to Vesuvio and had Pizza there, it was great though my Date Peter was taken aback when I order a pizza with meat as he thought I was a Veggie from our first meeting at Den Gronne Kaelder. It was a bit awkward for bit as he told me about his work with some charities and how he went abroad with a christian mission and I responded by telling him a bit about my work in Iraq and Afghan. He was visibly shaken when faced with me telling him about battles and bombs an stuff after he had shown his lake of knowledge on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out the other side when we started talking about pass times and climbing, my horse riding and fencing. He had fenced for about 10 years but gave it up when his last girlfriend dissapproved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got no night cap but we aim to meet next monday at Bar 7 so wee shall see. AM item in the future, not  really to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never know, I think I will wear something a bit more elaborate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-7151554543797719000?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7151554543797719000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/11/cakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7151554543797719000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7151554543797719000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/11/cakes.html' title='Cakes.'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-5998198070428551547</id><published>2009-09-20T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:24:22.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tramp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lars'/><title type='text'>Coffee Lars?</title><content type='html'>I met Lars again today,  he was sportinfg a new pair of wino trousers and a checked shirt. he still has the old army boots I got for him, but he is waiting for the autumn to start fully before using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled up his flask with some very special expensive coffee I had bought from Harrods. He like it I tell him it's from the local shop. He wouldn't have it other wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit next to him sipping from my cup. He asks where I have been and I tell him about my coma. Oh he says can you take asprin for that, why asprin I say, It's what they always give these days, he answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we sat for about an hour Lars and I. Looking out over the park. I tell him about my ex Lars says he'd punch him if he wen't so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lars you are lovely, he kissed my forehead before I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like a monk rather than a tramp but I love him non the less. We respect each other emensly I who has so much and he who has so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he is looking for a nice jacket for winter. He asks me tpo go to the church to help him pick from the piles of donations. He does not want to be out of fashion. I think we will go wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-5998198070428551547?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5998198070428551547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/coffee-lars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5998198070428551547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5998198070428551547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/coffee-lars.html' title='Coffee Lars?'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-5216445848717384478</id><published>2009-09-20T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:16:12.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>photos where's it gone??</title><content type='html'>My photo seems to have gone a bit wrong, I donot know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put my name in google images and you will find me. remember my name spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla Jasperssen (note two s's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?hl=en&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=camilla+jasperssen&amp;amp;btnG=Search+images&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq"&gt;http://images.google.co.uk/images?hl=en&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=camilla+jasperssen&amp;amp;btnG=Search+images&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-5216445848717384478?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5216445848717384478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/photos-wheres-it-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5216445848717384478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5216445848717384478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/photos-wheres-it-gone.html' title='photos where&apos;s it gone??'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-8916142848590105849</id><published>2009-09-20T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:00:39.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SWAT'/><title type='text'>my EX</title><content type='html'>I have just had coffee with my ex husband. It was nice but I havn't seen him for so long. He just up and phoned me on me cell fone. come out with me camilla he said. OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spoke about the past which sadly seemed irrelevant to me especially after what happened to me over the past year or so. We sat in the cafe chatting and he finally said I have split up with annabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who annabel was I don't know as this was the first time he had mentioined anything about other lovers.&lt;br /&gt;That was because I was the only one of us to mention his other lover when I told him I was divorcing him. I was away on my first medical assault course in America. I came back early and forgot I had left me keys to our flat in the flat so that I wouldn't lose them. My neighbor was in so I had coffee with her. she seemed a little uneasy but not toward me. we went out onto the balcony and tlked there. Then I heard noises in my flat I peared around the divide and saw them naked and together on our white leather sofa, calf leather as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I climbed out above the streets around the divide and just sat with my coffee from Pia on our balcony looking out over the city. Come back Pia said he will see you, don't let him demeen you. Don't worry Pia go back in side put the perculator back on I will be around in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes they got to a stage where their passions could be heard building up to orgasm. I got up opened the french windows and walk out of the flat, justy straight through, past the couple in coitus on my white calf leather sofa, and to the front door. I heard his mistress eek! and say who is that, he said Camilla, you're back..., I just said Im just off to get some wine for dinner, and out I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't follow luckily for him as my six weeks with a US SWAT team training to be an assault medic would have taken it's toll on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been stronger than I could ever have imagined. I knocked Pia's door and went in the I cried. Pia is in her 70's and she just said Fuck him, take him for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while and then I left, he said it was good to see me and I said the same. He asked if we could meet for dinner, and I said No I am with someone else now. He laughed and said you can never replace me. I said I know I don't make the same mistakes twice. Good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-8916142848590105849?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/8916142848590105849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/8916142848590105849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/8916142848590105849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-ex.html' title='my EX'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-3316713979710979474</id><published>2009-09-20T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T05:38:00.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a religeous experience the other day. I saw a sign saying car wash 5Kr so I pulled in and the guy at the entrance gave me 5Kr and said go in wash your car and have a coffee on us. He gave me a religious leaflet about his church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to a woman when I got in and recieved my coffee, I talked about work and what I was up to at the moment keeping the kooky stuff to my self. I looked at her skin which seemed god and her eyes deep set blue eyes, very enchanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said to me would you like to come to chruch next sunday. Maybe I said politely. You could meet me there and you could sit with my husband and children. Possibly maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would have left long before but i thought to my self, Camilla she is a nice person she has faith in her proposal it can be accepted without expectation or declined without offence. It would however make me thsame as all the other s who wishing to cause neither expectation or offence say maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying maybe I said No I was busy, another week maybe but I would have to see. I spoke with her a lilttle longer without being patronising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye I said, god speed she replied, bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that I was warmed not by god or faith but just because a staranger had conversed with me without expectation or commital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange,..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-3316713979710979474?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/3316713979710979474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/3316713979710979474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/3316713979710979474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-1515098081000559771</id><published>2009-09-17T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:51:51.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi today went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to successfully set up my training regimen. Out came the old equipment my body armour and helmet. Strange you may think that a Danish blond would be able to pull out of her closet a set of HV body armour and kevlar helmet. just a few items from my varied past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to stretches and stretches in my equipment. getting used to the weight and the movement restrictions. This will allow me to change my programm  to suit my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have made a jump board a jump-o-meter as and old friend used to call it. you stand up striaght normally with the jump board to the right. You place your right arm straight up with your palm facing the board, I use a sticker on the pads  of my fingers. you bend at the knees keeping your back straight (obviously you bend at the waist a little). You jump up as high and as straight as you can sticking the sticker on the board. Record the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this in equipment and out of it. your score will improve and you will eventually reach a max jump height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my board is outside around the side of the building. You cannot see it from the road but my neighbors can. I get some stange looks especially when I have worn my 'gear'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-1515098081000559771?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/1515098081000559771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-today-went-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/1515098081000559771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/1515098081000559771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-today-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-5510114592204251441</id><published>2009-09-15T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:31:47.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from the brink the scandinavian trait of getting drunk and slipping into you got it a coma.  Well I am BACK I am officially off rock bottom. I would like to thanks a few friends of mine for getting me out of this rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules Burnett&lt;br /&gt;Bernadette Piasdottir&lt;br /&gt;Søren Jensen&lt;br /&gt;Stine Bramsen&lt;br /&gt;Andy Baker&lt;br /&gt;Pia Kirton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a variation of direct help, getting me out, fitness, thanks Søren, and some good healthy coversation which sorted my head out.  I am now better than I was immediately after my coma, not the drink one that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little vacant but I am up. I bought some new make-up and clothes, shoes and UNDERWEAR. Not what you think just the feeling of nice new pants, cotton ones and a bra that fits, heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym, sit-ups, press-ups, planks and side swipes. Ten minutes on the bag as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-5510114592204251441?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5510114592204251441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-all-i-am-back-from-brink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5510114592204251441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5510114592204251441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-all-i-am-back-from-brink.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-4343356738001850064</id><published>2009-07-29T08:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:28:26.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SnBqUYpoksI/AAAAAAAAACM/RrfMu20AGcY/s1600-h/me+on+range.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904054645265090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SnBqUYpoksI/AAAAAAAAACM/RrfMu20AGcY/s320/me+on+range.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shooting range went a little better my recent hospital stay has not done that much harm to my shooting thank GOD!!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SnBqe_putQI/AAAAAAAAACU/MDhBk4jGzYQ/s1600-h/shoot_for_life_silhouette_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904236913341698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SnBqe_putQI/AAAAAAAAACU/MDhBk4jGzYQ/s320/shoot_for_life_silhouette_final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-4343356738001850064?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4343356738001850064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/shooting-range-went-little-better-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4343356738001850064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4343356738001850064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/shooting-range-went-little-better-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SnBqUYpoksI/AAAAAAAAACM/RrfMu20AGcY/s72-c/me+on+range.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-7434267406631621182</id><published>2009-07-29T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:58:42.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moaning women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gyms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>Fitness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I started my rehab at a place called the Total Fitness Women's Centre. It is a wholly un feminine place full of total grunters. they winge and bitch about being fat, tired, having love handles, having kids, husband running away oh how the list goes on........and on.........and on.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firtsly Camilla Ignore the urge to say 'you'll get fitter quicker if you stopped talking and got onto the machine and worked for the 2 hours you are there instead of talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly Camilla do not give the opinion that your husband probably left you because he was sick of the whoe is me act and took a look at the return on his investment you standing around calling him worse than shit in the vain hope that some sort of association therapy may get you to loose 5 Kg of you Ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly Camilla walk over to the mat stretch off and actually follow the regime you have been given. start from the bottom. Work up from atrophy of the muscles due to coma and breaks and shape those lovely legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SnBjUEiB22I/AAAAAAAAACE/ofHuWfMAgKQ/s1600-h/Soren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363896352663264098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SnBjUEiB22I/AAAAAAAAACE/ofHuWfMAgKQ/s320/Soren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterbeing in the Gym I met up with and went for a run with my friend Søren (that's her in the picture). She is not fitty let me reasure you, she has two kids Jens and Pia and she is let's say a homely woman. She rushes around all day and achieves little more than the ability to say she got no help from her husband Lars. ( Stay awqay from the gym or else you will be divorcing him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway last year I would carryon running while she went back after 40 minutes to make the coffee instead of watching me lap her....again.....and again........ you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? I managed about 600m and my legs were not responding, atrophy? oh, that's what it means I have no muscle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-7434267406631621182?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7434267406631621182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/fitness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7434267406631621182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7434267406631621182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/fitness.html' title='Fitness'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SnBjUEiB22I/AAAAAAAAACE/ofHuWfMAgKQ/s72-c/Soren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-5841991404960469622</id><published>2009-07-28T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:27:20.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi iam trying to book aflight and the web site keeps crashing, it is very frustrating. I want to go somewhere any where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-5841991404960469622?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5841991404960469622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-iam-trying-to-book-aflight-and-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5841991404960469622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/5841991404960469622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-iam-trying-to-book-aflight-and-web.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-2776721727513848227</id><published>2009-07-21T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:12:33.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world. Here I am back from the almost dead. I had a while in a coma due to septisemia one of my pins became infecte and the next thing I know is that I am waking up weeks later wondering why my kitchen had been tiled white, with beds and nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank nature for coffee and mans ability to make it strong. Anyway I  have been sacked from the religious sleuthing and now am going back to what I do best, warfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to the gym out to the range and on to my job whichwill be in ------------- not gonna tell you. After breaking my legs i have a long hard slog a head but it will be worth it in the long run. I will be using my wits to save my pert ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck or curse me which ever i believe in neither.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-2776721727513848227?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/2776721727513848227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/2776721727513848227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/2776721727513848227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-7394819489570388429</id><published>2009-06-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:46:23.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I started my research, I found out some odd thing which when looked at from a science fact point of view seem a little odd. From a faith point of view which religious people use them probably seem credible because you have to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Catholic church has a thing called perpetual viginity, which is where the mother of Jesus got pregnant by god. Even though she is supposed to have had two other children she will remain a virgin for all eternity. This is however odd, as does this make the two other sons devine as they were born out of virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the idea that virgin birth was added to Christianity in the first century A.D. in an effort, possibly, to appease the pagans who held virgin birth in high regard. Prior to the 1st Century Virgin birth had been seen in some quarters, greece is one, as a way of hiding promiscurity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-7394819489570388429?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7394819489570388429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-started-my-research-i-found-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7394819489570388429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/7394819489570388429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-started-my-research-i-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-6293318662732693095</id><published>2009-06-15T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:00:11.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have to start this job tomorrow. I am not sure what my research will bring as I'm not religious at all. I am Agnostic you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Horus was born of a virgin on the 25th December. He died was dead for 3 days and then rose from the dead. What is the reasons for the similarity? Does it happen else where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other job aside from this is the idea that the Ark of the covenant was a copy of a similar container buried along with King tutankahmun 300 years before the jews left Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am going  to enjoy this job, it is not going to pay well though but it will keep me busy while I'm laid up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I also need to provide help to my neighbour who has to provide a thesis for his theology degree. He has called it 'Old Testament, a history of misuse'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I got these jobs, I am normally in combat or helping in the effectivness of combat forces whilst maintaining limited national damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am an unofficial beer critic for all major breweries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also look great naked ( even with a plaster cast)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-6293318662732693095?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6293318662732693095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-i-have-to-start-this-job-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/6293318662732693095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/6293318662732693095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-i-have-to-start-this-job-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-6394406927412359037</id><published>2009-06-15T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:00:01.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last the pins are out of my leg. Thank Fuck (pardon my French)! also I am out of the wheel chair and on my crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have been given a new job.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to compare the origins of Jesus with the egyptian god Horus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-6394406927412359037?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6394406927412359037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-last-pins-are-out-of-my-leg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/6394406927412359037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/6394406927412359037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-last-pins-are-out-of-my-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-1303820338367902666</id><published>2009-06-02T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:28:55.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sit ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lars'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I have felt empowered, Well as much as you can in a wheel chair. No Skirt ripping incidents today, No sitting in a wheelchair feeling very self conscious because of the slit in her skirt, a slit right up to the waist which by the end of lunch had finished just below the breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is about sunshine and green tea, about bagels and cream cheese. I have managed a bit of self help therapy by booting out the flat mate. She was getting tedious. I do not know any 1 week lesbian 2nd week Bi-sexual, by the third week back with the irritating boyfriend Jurgen and finally back to fertvent lesbianism by the fourth. All due to 'He never made me breakfast in bed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to go she was driving me nuts. Any way she didn't like Scrubs the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Camilla Queen of The Flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that the new vicar at the local church is coming to see me tomorrow. I am not religious to a church going degree, nor am I so inclined to help those who won't be helped. Though I'd happily buy Lars the wino who lives in a box behind my office, breakfast in bed any day. the guy is lovely, he chooses to live that way and respects the fact that I choose my own path in life also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once sitting on his cardboard porch sharing my macho-frap-o-cino or what ever he had managed to buy for me out of the 50Kr note I gave to him. It was lovely, I was sat in my pin striped skirt and jacket with red cravat (lovely) and he was sat in some old combat trousers and a string vest looking every bit the 57 &amp;amp; 4 months that he is. He didn't need my bleeding heart, it would have made to much mess. Any way he must have enjoyed our chat as he listened and finished the biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I marvel at the sit up bar a friend of mine had brought around for me. It's one of those things that you attach to the bottom of a dorr and it holds your feet while you do sit ups etc. Unfortunately darling my cast does not fit under it still it will lovingly get in the way of the wheel chair as I try and get into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green tea any one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-1303820338367902666?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/1303820338367902666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-have-felt-empowered-well-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/1303820338367902666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/1303820338367902666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-have-felt-empowered-well-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-1093819914948615349</id><published>2009-05-29T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:36:17.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SiBw6vKw3nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xrTuJb_hRHE/s1600-h/Broken_Leg_2nd_X-Ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341393312457743986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SiBw6vKw3nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xrTuJb_hRHE/s400/Broken_Leg_2nd_X-Ray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-1093819914948615349?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/1093819914948615349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/1093819914948615349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/1093819914948615349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/SiBw6vKw3nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xrTuJb_hRHE/s72-c/Broken_Leg_2nd_X-Ray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-4937785264919139741</id><published>2009-05-28T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:52:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today it is overcast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have returned to my office, this time with a new CD player and music. I am livening the place up. I have a new office and only I am in it. I can fit my wheel chair behind my new desk. It is an Ikea desk I was able to pick it out myself and have done a good job. Alison my room mate will be here to see me soon with some lunch. she has become quite maternal since my accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will have salted chicken and a cup of green Tea. This will be nice I just hope she bringsthe right stuff. I left it on the side this morning before my taxi arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 45 mins till she gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap!!!- I have just ripped my dress on the chair, right up the middle. I wore it to hide my cast. It was my favorite summer dress with small yellow and pink flowers on. now she will think I have worn a centre cut dress which is now cut all the way up to my groin. Bring forth the stapler.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-4937785264919139741?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4937785264919139741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-it-is-overcast-i-have-returned-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4937785264919139741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4937785264919139741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-it-is-overcast-i-have-returned-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-638337238732041016</id><published>2009-05-26T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:01:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Broken legs, broken wrist all these things are painful and they hurt. This is what i found out this weekend. I tried a couple of jumps from balcony to balcony, and guess what!   I didn't make it. It was only 4m but it hurt all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big plaster cast on my leg a big white cliche to my incompetence. I have a wheel chair with this white plater leg thrust out in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crate of Tuborg to get me through. I also have Brad Pitt on the DVD I will be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-638337238732041016?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/638337238732041016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-legs-broken-wrist-all-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/638337238732041016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/638337238732041016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-legs-broken-wrist-all-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-8498380038556739114</id><published>2009-05-23T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:33:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night what a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flat mate Alison, has been a part of a web site called nudistnetworking. She says she has been a lesbian nudist for years. She never told me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is out she has made it her mission to get me to participate in the network. Flattering but It will have to wait. She is a fad, starts something and finishes a week later,    when it rains or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I myself have been wondering around naked for years. Wether that's a metaphor I'lll yet you decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-8498380038556739114?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/8498380038556739114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-night-what-revelation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/8498380038556739114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/8498380038556739114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-night-what-revelation.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-8782149893906024692</id><published>2009-05-22T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:12:08.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is raining and I am strangly satisfied that my neighbour had plans to go camping with some new friend who only 7 months ago was hating them for their outlook on life. He can be such a phsichophant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he can't hold down a decent conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am normally quite empathising but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day today and am taking a friend to the airport to pick up a relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it rains until they land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-8782149893906024692?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/8782149893906024692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-raining-and-i-am-strangly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/8782149893906024692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/8782149893906024692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-raining-and-i-am-strangly.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-612241088492913812</id><published>2009-05-18T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:53:38.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I will finish work. It has come to an end I think, I have lots to do but not the impetus to do it. I wish to go home barbeque and drink beer. Not to much, not to little just enough to make me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it is sunny I hear the tram going past every 15 minutes and I just can't stop imagining that it could be taking me home. Shower, eat &amp;amp; sleep thats a great idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-612241088492913812?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/612241088492913812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-i-will-finish-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/612241088492913812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/612241088492913812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-i-will-finish-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593668737668034615.post-4927000403307983595</id><published>2009-05-18T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:37:44.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look out of my window to pass the time. I see the trees moving gently in the breeze. I see the far off roofs of glass and tile and I wonder. I wonder blankly and decide to quickly make a cup of green tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593668737668034615-4927000403307983595?l=camillajasperssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4927000403307983595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-look-out-of-my-window-to-pass-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4927000403307983595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593668737668034615/posts/default/4927000403307983595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillajasperssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-look-out-of-my-window-to-pass-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137110779577835551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxTNmsRHI-w/Sw5_WzQoGGI/AAAAAAAAACc/sDA8E-oOp9A/S220/cam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
