<?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-4490021769068787905</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:33:29.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esthetically Pleazing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-7698471006172409783</id><published>2010-06-15T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:24:50.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do mine eyes deceive me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhWyjPIUTI/AAAAAAAAALM/yRcRJtXhKhw/s1600/P5031105.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhWyjPIUTI/AAAAAAAAALM/yRcRJtXhKhw/s320/P5031105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483227972775727410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhWyA6CuKI/AAAAAAAAALE/XIeQhijS3dI/s1600/P5021100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhWyA6CuKI/AAAAAAAAALE/XIeQhijS3dI/s320/P5021100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483227963560474786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right friends...a blog update! Due to my uninspired thoughts and just plain laziness, I've been lacking with the posts. Vegas has come and gone but I'm here to report of its events. My friends and I set out on the road May 1 after work. We only had one incident on they way to Vegas when our friend Julie got locked in the rest stop bathroom stall. While all of us deadbeats were lounging in the car, she had to rely on a complete stranger to come to her rescue and aid her climbing over the stall. Some friends we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at Imperial Palace. Jared and I got room #10 in the smoker's lounge/dungeon. It's a miracle we didn't get murdered. I also didn't get any cell reception in our basement room so I couldn't have called for help even if I wanted to. Besides our hole of a room, it wasn't bad. It's right in the middle of the strip and has the most amazing restaurant...Hash House A Go-Go. If you are ever in Vegas, you must go to this establishment to taste their "twisted farm food." You could feed an army with these over-sized portions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhZfZAkfZI/AAAAAAAAALk/KTcsD-BGQxo/s320/P5041115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483230942147673490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our first event was Barry Manilow. I thought I was a fanilow but boy do I have a lot to learn. I was concerned for the people surrounding #1 fanilow Ol' Big Bertha in the second row who looked like she was having a seizure when Barry came out. I was hoping Barry didn't venture within arms reach of her because she was likely to grasp him with her meaty claws. He, on-the-other-hand, was AMAZING. The voice still as clear and gentle as in his heyday. I could've listened to him for hours. The Paris theatre was awesome and intimate. Even seated where we were (2nd to last row) we were close enough to see expressions and all. I highly recommend this show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhbw08JJeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/e7uNAhj0_Ok/s320/P5021080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483233440726328802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhbyHC_iLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CtzAWn7bMUg/s320/P5021086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483233462766766258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhWxibgebI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_xE8ipqyXKI/s320/P5021096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483227955379337650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhbyiA-XgI/AAAAAAAAAME/jnkoqvB97JQ/s320/P5021098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483233470006058498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went to Body World Exhibit at The Luxor. It was incredible and creepy all-in-one. The way these bodies are preserved are just unimaginable. I definitely learned a lot. We spent the rest of the day shopping along the strip. Made some great purchases at my fave store...MAC cosmetics at Caesar's Forum. From there Jared, Julie and I went to The Beatles Love Cirque du Soleil at The Mirage. Phe-nom-enal! Please please please take time to see this. Even if you're not a Beatles fan you will be completely mesmorized and entranced. I won't even elaborate because I wouldn't be able to put it into words.  I can't even show you either because they are nazi's about no photos. Boo. It's definitely  A MUST SEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhZdviqv_I/AAAAAAAAALU/FlDHrOEecW0/s320/P5031110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483230913836531698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhZedQm7kI/AAAAAAAAALc/ukpzcEZDX9A/s320/P5041112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483230926108814914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some shopping at the outlets, we made our way home after 3 days in Vegas. We stopped in Beaver to take a pic in &lt;a href="http://www.formerlyphread.com/2010/05/blogs-from-big-chair.html"&gt;"The Big Chair" for ~J&lt;/a&gt; and made it home safely. A memorable and fun getaway and I would be fortunate to return for a second trip in June (coming soon).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhZfzbJEUI/AAAAAAAAALs/ETQKfwJ5BzM/s320/P5041116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483230949238444354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhZfZAkfZI/AAAAAAAAALk/KTcsD-BGQxo/s1600/P5041115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhZfZAkfZI/AAAAAAAAALk/KTcsD-BGQxo/s1600/P5041115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhZfZAkfZI/AAAAAAAAALk/KTcsD-BGQxo/s1600/P5041115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-7698471006172409783?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7698471006172409783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=7698471006172409783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7698471006172409783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7698471006172409783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-mine-eyes-deceive-me.html' title='Do mine eyes deceive me?'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/TBhWyjPIUTI/AAAAAAAAALM/yRcRJtXhKhw/s72-c/P5031105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-1699834188010528477</id><published>2010-04-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:32:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A year ago today...</title><content type='html'>Exactly one year ago I was on a flight to Paris.  My first trip out of the good ol' US of A.  I loved every bit of it and wish I was there again.  I miss it...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-1699834188010528477?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1699834188010528477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=1699834188010528477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1699834188010528477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1699834188010528477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-ago-today.html' title='A year ago today...'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-2471126082526654327</id><published>2010-03-07T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:22:25.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Purpose Condiment</title><content type='html'>While traveling the globe last spring, I noticed that Nutella was the condiment of choice in Europe.  Tables are adorned with single packets of Nutella in place of the traditional jams or jellies.  I've always enjoyed the delightful taste of this chocolate and hazelnut blend, but never realized it's full potential until then.  I happily slapped it on anything that stood still.  I'm sure I'll never have anything as delicious as my Nutella and banana crepe in Paris.  Thinking about it makes my mouth water.  I've introduced this lovely treasure to a friend and he's been testing it on everything.  Here are our findings:  Nutella pairs well with...waffles, Ritz crackers, chips and salsa, grilled cheese sandwiches, and just with a spoon right out of the jar.  Have any other ideas?  I've got a fresh jar on stand-by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-2471126082526654327?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/2471126082526654327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=2471126082526654327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/2471126082526654327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/2471126082526654327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-purpose-condiment.html' title='All Purpose Condiment'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-5001414503984028664</id><published>2010-02-17T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:56:51.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Smile without Barry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/S3ze2ZAJ8RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WhQ7iyQ3uDY/s1600-h/fanilow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/S3ze2ZAJ8RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WhQ7iyQ3uDY/s320/fanilow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439467475962556690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am delighted to report that Jared and I bought our tickets to Barry Manilow in Vegas.  I can't wait to be lulled into pure bliss by his heavenly voice.  I am definitely a Fanilow by heart.  I just hope the 65-year-old menopausal women will keep the sobbing and howling to a minimum.  Let the countdown begin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-5001414503984028664?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5001414503984028664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=5001414503984028664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5001414503984028664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5001414503984028664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-smile-without-barry.html' title='Can&apos;t Smile without Barry'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/S3ze2ZAJ8RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WhQ7iyQ3uDY/s72-c/fanilow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-6039763545740486625</id><published>2010-02-08T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:04:09.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Hours I'll Never See Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/S3D23o7tEYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/24HgltQjfpM/s1600-h/dr-parnassus-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/S3D23o7tEYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/24HgltQjfpM/s320/dr-parnassus-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436116185977262466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp, Jude Law and Collin Farrell fans:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're thinking you'd love to see this movie since it was Heath Ledger's last film.  Also, how wonderful it is that these great fellow actors stepped in to complete the unfinished film.  I had high hopes for this picture and the lady at the theatre assured us of how fantastic it is.   It saddens me to report that this was an excruciating two hours of my life wasted.  The plot is incomprehensible.  It's dark and all-over the place.  You would seriously need to be on mind-altering drugs to interpret the crazy scenes in this movie.  A good vs evil story that's never fully resolved.  It's unfortunate that this is Heath's final work.  I don't blame the actors because they are all talented, but whoever came up with these ideas, needs to find another job.  Again, I strongly urge that you skip this movie.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS Jared wants you to know that he is furious about this catastrophe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-6039763545740486625?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6039763545740486625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=6039763545740486625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6039763545740486625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6039763545740486625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-hours-ill-never-see-again.html' title='2 Hours I&apos;ll Never See Again'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/S3D23o7tEYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/24HgltQjfpM/s72-c/dr-parnassus-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-2875655178249954734</id><published>2010-01-29T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:02:56.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous Product of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have another product I'm annoyed with besides the Snuggie.  Loreal has graced us with the new True Match Roller Foundation.  Working daily with makeup, I'd say the number one concern with foundation amongst consumers is that it needs to be natural, not heavy.  I cannot imagine that you would get a nice light, natural finish when you're rolling over your face like you would a wall of paint.  And how does one get a smooth finish when a face is not flat and has many curves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;? It's j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ust unfathomable to me that a product like this needed to be invented because brushes and fingers were just not cutting it anymore.  I am really tempted to try this product out so I have some concrete evidence for this absurdity.  If anyone has tried it already, let me know what your results were.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://18283688-D87D-4B6C-AE38-1D703CC8E2D3/Cos33g_1_large.jpg" alt="Cos33g_1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-2875655178249954734?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/2875655178249954734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=2875655178249954734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/2875655178249954734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/2875655178249954734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2010/01/ridiculous-product-of-week.html' title='Ridiculous Product of the Week'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-5164275330378203312</id><published>2010-01-14T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:40:57.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Don't Understand</title><content type='html'>Paying extra for airline baggage&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clapping at the end of a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cars at Inn-n-out drive thru at 9 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latest obsession over Jersey Shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-5164275330378203312?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5164275330378203312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=5164275330378203312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5164275330378203312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5164275330378203312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-i-dont-understand.html' title='Things I Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-6667756017702874640</id><published>2010-01-02T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:01:46.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of Intentions</title><content type='html'>Isn't this how we start each year?  We make all these resolutions to "better" ourselves hoping to make our lives happier.  In reality, this state of euphoria is short-lived as we realize the goals we set are simply unattainable.  The months fly by and so does our ambition.  Pretty soon we're at the end of another year failing to remember our past attempts and so willing to jump into new commitments.   Looking over my 2009 resolutions, I did not complete one.  I thought it was going to be "my year."  Things great, grand, and wonderful were going to happen and I wouldn't be the same person.  Honestly, what was I thinking?  I took no responsibility for my desires and just expected things to be handed to me.  So for 2010 I'm only making two resolutions...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. To live and love "in the moment" not wait for "something better"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. To create...oh the possibilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-6667756017702874640?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6667756017702874640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=6667756017702874640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6667756017702874640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6667756017702874640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-of-intentions.html' title='Best of Intentions'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-9034293250292887548</id><published>2009-12-13T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:37:07.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Ukulele von Itchy Face</title><content type='html'>I check in frequently with my BF &lt;a href="http://www.jasonmraz.com/#/journal/"&gt;Jason Mraz's journal&lt;/a&gt;.  He's inciteful, kind, witty and eco-friendly.  I drink in his wisdom with a borderline unhealthy obsession. Well, his latest entry is just fun for all as it features this cute kid covering his song I'm Yours.  It just goes to show that even if you can't understand the language, music speaks to the soul.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErMWX--UJZ4"&gt;I'm Yours Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-9034293250292887548?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/9034293250292887548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=9034293250292887548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/9034293250292887548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/9034293250292887548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/12/mr-ukulele-von-itchy-face.html' title='Mr. Ukulele von Itchy Face'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-6563459038211298454</id><published>2009-12-02T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:58:15.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you...Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SxdgrIh98eI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1ncUCkHvDW4/s1600-h/Photo0097_EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SxdgrIh98eI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1ncUCkHvDW4/s320/Photo0097_EDIT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410899771449536994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think The Snuggie couldn't get anymore ghetto?  Think again.  I needed a white elephant gift for our work party, so I was inspired to make a Redneck Snuggie.  Snuggies are sold for $15-$20, but I spent a mere $4.  Old sweatshirt...check. Blanket...check.  Safety pins...check.  Why buy a pre-made Snuggie when you can make your own?  Thanks Deseret Industries! And thanks to my lovely model Etta who picked this lucky number as her gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SxdfPgxRYkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NLl_LVpAWzQ/s320/Photo0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410898197408211522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-6563459038211298454?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6563459038211298454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=6563459038211298454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6563459038211298454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6563459038211298454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-for-youamy.html' title='This is for you...Amy'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SxdgrIh98eI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1ncUCkHvDW4/s72-c/Photo0097_EDIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-7533701901974566844</id><published>2009-11-26T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:48:25.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jello, whipped cream, and fritos</title><content type='html'>This my friends is the Thanksgiving meal of champions. My mother slaved away for days cooking and baking, but leave it to my niece to only eat items that I'm pretty sure were not devoured on the first Thanksgiving. The rest of the family, however, ate anything and everything that wasn't bolted down. It comes once a year and we knowingly put ourselves in misery for the comfort of food. Such joy is felt as that wonderous taste slids across our pallet creating this warm and satisfying feeling. Although in 15 mins, we know that we're going to be doubled over in pain as our bellies are filled way beyond capacity. Just as a turkey-induced coma renders us completely helpless, it's time for pie! Of course, you have to sample a "sliver" of 4 different pies to satisfy an already stuffed appetite. Yet after countless hours in the kitchen, consuming thousands of calories, and popping handfuls of tums, I would do it all again tomorrow...and probably will:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-7533701901974566844?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7533701901974566844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=7533701901974566844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7533701901974566844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7533701901974566844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/11/jello-whipped-cream-and-fritos.html' title='Jello, whipped cream, and fritos'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-1183986296182447823</id><published>2009-11-11T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:11:52.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slanket is out of commission</title><content type='html'>Last year I ranted about this ridiculous product called &lt;a href="http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoodies-are-so-last-yearhere-comes.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Slanket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  You know...the blanket with sleeves.  I also mentioned that The Snuggie was the poor man's slanket.  The Snuggie is more affordable which is great in these hard economic times. It has gained overwhelming popularity and has overtaken all my favorite store shelves. Well, my friend found this new advertisement for The Snuggie and I loved it.  I hope you will too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theluxuryspot.com/2009/03/02/snuggies-not-just-a-fashion-dont/"&gt;Snuggie advertisement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-1183986296182447823?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1183986296182447823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=1183986296182447823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1183986296182447823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1183986296182447823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/11/slanket-is-out-of-commission.html' title='The Slanket is out of commission'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-6023196781323567119</id><published>2009-11-06T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:25:55.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selective environmentalist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have tried to do my part with being better to the environment.  A smaller carbon footprint if you will.  It seems with every good habit I've incorporated,  I still have an old one to break. I've cut down on my plastics waste by using reusable grocery bags.  They are very efficient and much easier to carry around since they hold about 3 plastic bags worth of product.  I just put them in the trunk of my car or keep the collapsible ones in my purse so I have them on hand.  And since my purse is the size of a piece of carry-on luggage, this is usually sufficient to carry any extra items. Although, my roommates have yet to adopt the same passion I have for reusable bags, I make sure we take any plastic bags back to the stores to recycle properly.    At the urging of the Biggest Loser and the fact I moved to a 3rd floor apartment, I have stopped buying bottled water.  A Brita water filter and a reusable bottle are the way to go...trust me. We also take advantage of the recycling bins that our apartment complex provide.  I try so hard to reduce waste, but I still would rather buy food in individual containers instead of bulk for convenience sake ie. pre-cut fruit or 100 calorie packs.  I'd rather spent a little more than have to cut or divide it up myself.  I also have a hard time not using plastic produce bags.  Just the thought of all the loose produce rolling around in my cart makes me uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Energy wise, I've saved by turning off lights when leaving a room, unplugging any appliances that are not being used, and using energy efficient light bulbs.  All this effort though and I still leave the tv on at night to fall asleep and leave the bathroom fan on most of the time.  I guess I just feel that this is an area that you need a little "white noise" if you catch my drift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm a sucker for buying products if they are eco-friendly.  I have a vast selection of pens and notebooks make from recycled materials.  I just saw a commercial for sponges that are also eco-friendly.  I'm sure I'll bring these into use at my home, but I don't see me getting rid of those lovely disposable clorox wipes I've come to love.  While being as environmentally conscious as I try to be, I realize there are some definite ways I could improve. So for now I'll accept my strengths and weaknesses and embrace my wannabe environmentalist ways.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://earth911.com/plastic/plastic-bottle-recycling-facts/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Check out this link for some recycling facts  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-6023196781323567119?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6023196781323567119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=6023196781323567119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6023196781323567119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6023196781323567119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/11/selective-environmentalist.html' title='Selective environmentalist'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-7481961623015498550</id><published>2009-11-04T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:30:27.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a monster mash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SvJvjmFvLJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/j3bt4d8__tQ/s1600-h/PA311031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SvJvjmFvLJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/j3bt4d8__tQ/s320/PA311031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400501560481361042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Halloween!  Who wouldn't enjoy pumpkin carving, dressing up, and eating candy by the truckloads?  I usually visit Frightmares at Lagoon, but I didn't get the chance to go this year. *tear* I spent weeks figuring out the perfect costume.  My mind was flooded with ideas and I had a hard time narrowing it down.  It only took about 20 ideas before I finally settled on being a Geisha.  And I'm super proud of the fact that it only cost me $12.  Yeah!  It'll be a challenge to beat it next year&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SvJwJHP2LXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pIetS1l7odU/s320/PA311030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400502205037292914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-7481961623015498550?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7481961623015498550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=7481961623015498550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7481961623015498550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7481961623015498550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-monster-mash.html' title='It was a monster mash'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SvJvjmFvLJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/j3bt4d8__tQ/s72-c/PA311031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-1202264450315196409</id><published>2009-10-11T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:00:56.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like no pain I've felt before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/StKMmcQXM5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3irkp_LBKmo/s1600-h/PA111025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/StKMmcQXM5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3irkp_LBKmo/s320/PA111025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391526295963644818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/StKMlwzl8rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5VWQgtiugUQ/s1600-h/PA101014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/StKMlwzl8rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5VWQgtiugUQ/s320/PA101014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391526284300251826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have wanted a tattoo FOREVER and I finally did it last night.  My love for the Beatles will transcend through the years with me now.  I chose a yellow submarine since it's bright, colorful and brings a smile to my face.  It's recognizable without having their actual names or faces printed.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was anticipating the worse kind of pain and expectations were definitely met.  Being tattooed has been described to me as a simple scratch or a million razor blades being dragged across the body.  The later was a more accurate description.  The outline began and it was no problem.  Moving across the bones near the toes did sting quite a bit, but I was still in control.  After an hour or so the shading began.  I've never felt pain like that before.  My body wanted to convulse and jump off the table.  I tried talking, deep breathing, and watching a movie that my artist had on in the room, but nothing helped.  He just kept saying it was a mental game. It was excruciating. I sat through 3 1/2 painstaking hours and I just about lost it during the last hour.  I could feel the tears start to well up, but Tash talked me out of it and kept telling me, "It doesn't hurt.  You're doing great." My body could not be convinced, but I made it! Thankfully, Tash stayed with me and supported me during this experience.  Jared and the kiddies also brought their support out as well. Unfortunately, it is not completed.  I will be going back in to finish the background and I'm not looking forward to it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-1202264450315196409?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1202264450315196409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=1202264450315196409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1202264450315196409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1202264450315196409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-no-pain-ive-felt-before.html' title='Like no pain I&apos;ve felt before'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/StKMmcQXM5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3irkp_LBKmo/s72-c/PA111025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-5078997426453172977</id><published>2009-10-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:57:36.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping Hong Anyone?</title><content type='html'>The parentals decided to make another addition to their house...a ping pong table.  The pool table has been collecting dust over the past few months, so naturally it needed to be upgraded.  Braeleigh was completely fascinated by the "ping hong" table and barely let us get in a game without her. I discovered that I need a little bit more practice as I was beaten by both Ash and my mom.  As many of you have seen my "game face", you know I can be quite vocal and competitive.  Brae was very observant and mimicked my actions as she played with grandma. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b96f9c0aa287b007" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db96f9c0aa287b007%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331586247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44CF50B9FD96E2F35DA0A2ED8F5BCDBF38C6FB8A.3DB6F2FB208087B02673598657EF0F15AD2EADF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db96f9c0aa287b007%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqgfLEKPcWDmP7b8ig-dtvDo8U_s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db96f9c0aa287b007%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331586247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44CF50B9FD96E2F35DA0A2ED8F5BCDBF38C6FB8A.3DB6F2FB208087B02673598657EF0F15AD2EADF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db96f9c0aa287b007%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqgfLEKPcWDmP7b8ig-dtvDo8U_s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/4490021769068787905-5078997426453172977?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5078997426453172977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=5078997426453172977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5078997426453172977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5078997426453172977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/10/ping-hong-anyone.html' title='Ping Hong Anyone?'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-7726140614881622447</id><published>2009-09-16T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:32:15.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September is for concerts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I refrained from buying any concert tickets for about a year. All thanks to my trip to Europe. I was going through withdrawls and luckily some of my favorite people were coming my way. They just happen to all fall during the month of September. Blink 182 opened up concert season with their reunion tour. The last time they came was 2004 and I went with my sisters. Naturally, we all wanted to go again. Tasha camped out during the day at UVU hoping to gain access to Travis Barker. In the end, she and Chris met Mark. Tragically, only Chris got to hang with Travis. Ash and I met no one since we didn't quite make an effort. It was a lot of fun and brought me back to my youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c798b514b9c85911" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc798b514b9c85911%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331586247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11D91D01D2896B2B24D5FB6E6B507E2DB7532BFA.34D0045FAD4D995EB7D743B06D1F8F4E7360A3C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc798b514b9c85911%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3bsqNRa5G5rtzIBNG6_xHVvt4CQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc798b514b9c85911%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331586247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11D91D01D2896B2B24D5FB6E6B507E2DB7532BFA.34D0045FAD4D995EB7D743B06D1F8F4E7360A3C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc798b514b9c85911%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3bsqNRa5G5rtzIBNG6_xHVvt4CQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith Urban&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; followed 2 days later. FANTASTIC! What a musician! What a voice! What an entertainer! And what a face! The accent doesn't hurt either. I almost missed out on this concert. Tickets went on sale before our Europe trip and seeing that I already set a goal not to spend money on concerts...I didn't. Darla was persistent enough that when we got back from our trip, she bought tickets off of eBay. Luckily, she snagged one up for me. We sat on the 26th row on the floor on the aisle. The very aisle he walked down to get to the back of the arena. As I scrambled for my camera, I turned into a sorority girl. Screaming like a lunatic and loosing all sense of composure. I took a pic as he was within feet of me and then panic set in. I just started grabbing from there. His arm although delicate was firm...and sweaty. I think I blacked out a moment. I came to just in time for Darla to tell me to run towards the end stage. I darted through the crowd like a panther. And there I stood in amazement as he serenaded the crowd. What a night! Keith had us hypnotized.  When he said clap, we clapped until our hands bled.  We he said sing, we screamed the lyrics at the top of our lungs. He had the crowd jumping and swooning at the same time.  I highly recommend to everyone that they take the opportunity to see this aussie at work. 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I always wished that I was there to experience it first-hand, but I'll take what I can get. I was in 8th grade when I stumbled upon The Beatles. The anthology was first being aired in a series on TV. Being the nerd that I am and the fact that I love documentaries, I decided to watch it. I can't explain the emotion that I felt as I heard their story described through the 3 remaining Beatles. With their music as a background, it piqued my interest. The anthology soundtrack was the first cd I bought with their music. It had a compilation of their earlier works, live appearances, and some outtakes. The music collection snowballed from there. Plus, I plastered my room with posters and pics. I guess you could say they were my first boyband obsession:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was always my favorite. Of course, he was the "cute" one, but I also melt whenever I hear his voice. Musical genius is all I can use to describe him. John was also impressive to me and perhaps the most creative. I love how deep their songs can touch you or be so simple just to put a smile on your face. George doesn't get enough credit. I'm sure it was hard to live in the shadows of John and Paul. He did have some great music and an amazing musician. And what can I say about Ringo? I love his charm and goofiness. Not blessed with the greatest voice, but how could you not have a special place in your heart for Ringo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading last week's issue of Entertainment Weekly, I noticed that they had compiled a list of The Beatles top 50 songs. I had some disagreements, so I thought I would share my own top 10 list. It is up for debate, and it probably has and will change depending on my mood. For now though, this is what my list consists of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1. Let It Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2. In My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;3. Hey Jude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;4. We Can Work It Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5. The Long and Winding Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;6. Getting Better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;7. Yellow Submarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;8. Day Tripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;9. Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;10. Love Me Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was hard. Like EW, I think top 50 would be more appropriate, but I just don't have that kinda time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-2863543341856874737?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/2863543341856874737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=2863543341856874737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/2863543341856874737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/2863543341856874737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/09/beatlemania-part-deux.html' title='Beatlemania Part Deux'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-8761075729704458976</id><published>2009-08-25T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:55:01.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Griswolds' Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally this was the weekend that everyone was able to meet up to go camping at Yuba Lake. It's been a pretty unusual summer since this marked my first time jet-skiing and it's August. Unfortunately, the winds decided to turn our campsite into a tornado. We had the campground and lake to ourselves. We figured we were the only ones brave enough to face the elements. My mom and dad bought a tent at Wal-Mart so we wouldn't be cramped in the trailer, but wouldn't you know? It's a shotty piece of work. We didn't even have it set up an hour before one of the poles broke. We had to move it a few times and jimmy-rig it together. Luckily, Tash and Chris got one night of shelter out of it. I guess it was a one-time use tent. This is the quality you get from Wal-Mart. Other than that, we enjoyed the sun, the food, and just chillaxin' as Tash would say. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988114595091938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ9t7WcleI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0_K1XH0zoLA/s320/P8230703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988123530747602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ9uco33tI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BvmRd1JDlEA/s320/P8230706.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just one of the broken poles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ_jSBks8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/6ek5P0oLOaY/s1600-h/P8240719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373990130726253506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ_jSBks8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/6ek5P0oLOaY/s320/P8240719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988130044560322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ9u054w8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/S0qdql-mErA/s320/P8230708.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988138780639714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ9vVcuweI/AAAAAAAAAHE/El68H-EE0MY/s320/P8230709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373990118011068338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ_iiqCX7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8OWJvj6e_B0/s320/P8230714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373990116790739970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ_ieHFpAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Nl4wj_ZeIB8/s320/P8230713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ_jE7xOFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wMK75u4zbZU/s1600-h/P8240718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373990127212247122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ_jE7xOFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wMK75u4zbZU/s320/P8240718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Learn from my mistakes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373990142112855090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ_j8cWdDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yLWPetySCzE/s320/P8240722.JPG" border="0" /&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/4490021769068787905-8761075729704458976?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8761075729704458976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=8761075729704458976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/8761075729704458976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/8761075729704458976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-griswolds-style.html' title='Camping Griswolds&apos; Style'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SpQ9t7WcleI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0_K1XH0zoLA/s72-c/P8230703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-8885004248115316974</id><published>2009-08-16T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:26:23.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris</title><content type='html'>This being my first trip out of the country, I was a bit apprehensive. I was worried about the language, the people, and just being...lost. Yes, although most of these proved to be barriers, I still had a blast and found that I can be anywhere in the world and be ok. The flight was long, our hotel was in shambles, and we walked about 50 miles during the 5 days we spent in Paris. Ok, the last part may be a bit overexaggerated, but seriously I could barely walk from all the soreness in my muscles. The city of Paris is a bit on the dirty side. It smells like garbage and everyone smokes. The amount of people walking the streets all the time is mind-boggling. There are people everywhere. Doesn't anyone work? We did have a couple of snooty looks, but overall the people there weren't as rude as I've been told. The food...my goodness...the food. I loved how fresh and simple everything was. Sandwiches, crepes, pastries and even the Coke tasted better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mainly stuck to the touristy sites. I've never seen so many sculptures and paintings. Notre Dame was awesome! After climbing up the the bell tower I thought my knees were going to give out. Definitely worth it though. The Louvre was very grand and it was hard to take it all in. The Mona Lisa was a bit disappointing since I'd built it up in my head. Still cool though. I loved the Eiffel Tower. It was amazing to stand atop and look down onto the city. And when the twinkle lights came on after dark, it was simply breathtaking. The day before we came home we made a quick jaunt to the Arc de Triompe since we missed it during the first leg of the trip. I wouldn't say I loved Paris, but I did love the architecture and culture that represents it. I do hope to go back someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-84.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137695804548&amp;amp;site=widget-84.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137695804548&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-84.slide.com/p1/3170534137695804548/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137695804548&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-84.slide.com/p2/3170534137695804548/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3170534137695804548&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-84.slide.com/p4/3170534137695804548/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/4490021769068787905-8885004248115316974?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8885004248115316974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=8885004248115316974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/8885004248115316974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/8885004248115316974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/08/paris.html' title='Paris'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-1245682278343594271</id><published>2009-08-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:48:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From beyond the grave</title><content type='html'>I'm finally breaking my unintentional blog hiatus. I wish I could tell you that my summer has just been jam-packed and I couldn't possibly find the time to blog, but alas I'm just lazy. I've been working quite a bit since I spent all my vacation in April when I went to Europe. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(First on my list to blog)&lt;/span&gt; I've been stuck at work watching everyone else leave for vacation...and it sucks...big time. I tortured myself by watching The Bachelorette on yet another disappointing season. My first concert of the year was American Idol in July. The best part of the entire concert was Adam who completely stole the show from Chris what's-his-name. Jared, Ro, and I have spent quality time watching movies, playing games, and even taking a trip to the Nickelcade which I still have a bag of nickels to spend. All in all, it's been a great laid-back summer and I'm sad to see it end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-1245682278343594271?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1245682278343594271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=1245682278343594271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1245682278343594271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1245682278343594271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-beyond-grave.html' title='From beyond the grave'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-5163527909432031212</id><published>2009-05-20T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:08:08.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason Wal-Mart is ridiculous</title><content type='html'>I got this email from my cousin and I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to share this with you...my many friends with a disgust for Wal-Mart. Keep in mind this actually happened with a cake from Wal-Mart. This was for someone who was moving from an insurance claims office.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338091754430798850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/ShS2KxFKHAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WJdkTHM1cyk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is how I imagine this conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walmart Employee:   'Hello 'dis be Walmarts, how can I help you?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer: ' I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walmart Employee:  'What you want on da cake?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer: 'Best Wishes Suzanne' and underneath that 'We will miss you'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-5163527909432031212?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5163527909432031212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=5163527909432031212' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5163527909432031212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5163527909432031212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-reason-wal-mart-is-ridiculous.html' title='Another reason Wal-Mart is ridiculous'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/ShS2KxFKHAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WJdkTHM1cyk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-6864519753437869657</id><published>2009-05-09T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:15:08.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SgZwr6tlhyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xV1VDFzjmwg/s1600-h/P4250630+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334074708464076578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SgZwr6tlhyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xV1VDFzjmwg/s320/P4250630+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom is the absolute coolest lady around. I couldn't get through life without her. She is my greatest supporter and whom I trust the most. I call her at the drop of a hat and she is never too busy to listen to me. I am the person I am today because of her...all the good that is:) I love her dearly and am so grateful I was blessed to be her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy my fav &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhcA4Ry65FU"&gt;Mother's Day clip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-6864519753437869657?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6864519753437869657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=6864519753437869657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6864519753437869657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6864519753437869657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-my-mom.html' title='I Love My Mom'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SgZwr6tlhyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xV1VDFzjmwg/s72-c/P4250630+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-881792965155693115</id><published>2009-05-05T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:46:54.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ordering at Kentucky Fried Chicken can be quite a task. You never know from what walks of life, your KFC associate will be from. The other day we had this nice, redneck fellow. He asked for our names in order to let us know when our food was ready. I proceeded to spell out my name since no one ever gets it right. It's usually misspelled or a completely different name is written ie. Krista, Crystal, Tristan. However, when my friend got her ticket back, I was amused and bewildered. I have never seen Diana spelled this way before. It almost looks like a threat...DIE ANNA. I hope this hillbilly will not be entering any spelling bees soon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332521358386653522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SgDr7CvR6VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Lp5p7hgxhxQ/s320/dieanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-881792965155693115?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/881792965155693115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=881792965155693115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/881792965155693115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/881792965155693115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SgDr7CvR6VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Lp5p7hgxhxQ/s72-c/dieanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-7622843045798511961</id><published>2009-04-14T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:27:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao to Italia</title><content type='html'>So I really didn't think I would have time to blog on vacation, but since we've had internet access pretty much everywhere we've stayed, I guess I'd better write a tid bit of information.  We've been in Italy for about a week and a half now and we're finally moving onto London tomorrow.  Italy has been a wonderful place to visit.  The people here are super friendly which has been helpful since we have no idea where we are half of the time.  A couple admirers have been nice enough to invade my personal space with a peck on the cheek or hand and I've also had their love professed to me.  I will be sad to leave, but I'm looking forward to a place where there won't be as many language barriers. Hope you're all having fun without me and next time I'll hopefully post some pics.  Arrivedecci!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not sure of the spelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-7622843045798511961?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7622843045798511961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=7622843045798511961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7622843045798511961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7622843045798511961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/04/ciao-to-italia.html' title='Ciao to Italia'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-852014897708382718</id><published>2009-03-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:02:23.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>Well friends, after months of planning, researching, and anticipation, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; time to bid you a farewell for a few weeks.  I will be leaving for Paris in less than 36 hours.  Darla, Tiffany, and I will be enjoying the wonderful sights of France, Italy, and England.  And I know you are all so jealous.  Hopefully, I'll be able to post some pics as soon as I get back.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-852014897708382718?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/852014897708382718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=852014897708382718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/852014897708382718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/852014897708382718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-final-countdown.html' title='It&apos;s The Final Countdown'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-3317258043546304465</id><published>2009-03-19T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:16:36.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another tag...</title><content type='html'>I guess I will comply to the rules and complete my tag. Here are the rules for this tag:&lt;br /&gt;a) List 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep! and b) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reality shows make me cry. I always tear up at least once while watching Biggest Loser and American Idol. I guess I'm a softy.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can recite Dirty Dancing word for word.&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't try chinese food until I was 20. Growing up in Sanpete there are just not that many options and we were a "meat and potatoes" family.&lt;br /&gt;4. I've always been paranoid that my house will catch on fire in the middle of the night. I always have to include it in my prayers before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a ridiculous, sickening amount of useless pop culture knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've never had a bloody nose.&lt;br /&gt;7. When I was 5, we were coming home from Provo and I was sleeping in the back seat. We hit a deer and I fell off the seat. I was screaming that I was bleeding so my parents pulled over only to find that the "blood" that I felt was actually just my tears.&lt;br /&gt;8. I've always wanted a tattoo. A yellow submarine. Although I could never think of a good enough place to put it.&lt;br /&gt;9. I have been caught "shoplifting" at Shopko. Although it's not what you think.&lt;br /&gt;and I saved the best for last...&lt;br /&gt;10. Until I was in 6th grade, I slept with a nightlight and my mom tucked me into bed. Yep, 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Tasha, Sha, Elise, Amy, Marlyce, Sharee, and Debra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0445LdVB2A/Sbtjcep5PFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/9sCBWdMV4F0/s1600-h/honest.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-3317258043546304465?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3317258043546304465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=3317258043546304465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3317258043546304465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3317258043546304465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/yet-another-tag.html' title='Yet another tag...'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-3170808749580254085</id><published>2009-03-11T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:30:58.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week already...</title><content type='html'>Although it's only Wednesday, I'm exhausted.  On Monday, I had the opportunity to audition for an Aveda Freelance Advisor (AFA).  I had to perform a timed full face makeup application and have it judged to see if I have what it takes to work as a freelance makeup artist for Aveda.  I'm happy to report that I was chosen as one of four advisors for this area.  I'm so excited!  I'm sure you know how much I LOVE makeup so this is a great new opportunity for me to use my expertise to help others and allows me to gain experience to develop new skills.  As an AFA I can travel around to other Aveda salons to offer assistance for events. Yeah for me!  I had my first training yesterday and we were able to practice trend makeup on each other.   It was great to try something new. I can't wait for my first call. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then today I spend the first part of my day at the Big Business and Technology Expo at UVU.  I think this happens semi-annually and is filled with businesses either networking or advertising new business.  There are some great activities and food to enjoy.  We also have a booth set up there so come on by and enjoy a paraffin dip or a chair massage.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-3170808749580254085?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3170808749580254085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=3170808749580254085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3170808749580254085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3170808749580254085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-week-already.html' title='Busy week already...'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-6198078310670978864</id><published>2009-03-04T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:35:32.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at last!</title><content type='html'>The torturous season of The Bachelor &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; ended.  I don't know what I'm going to do with all my free time now.  Let's recap at how mind-boggling this season was.   It started out great.  Jason tried to see who was there for the right reasons and he sifted and rejected some crazies ie. Natalie, Lauren, and Shannon.  And even though he was very...affectionate &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(since I don't want to offend anyone with my other description)&lt;/span&gt; with everyone, I still tried look past his indescretions as it is a part of the show.  What really upset me though was that he gave Jillian the boot after their racy hot tub activities saying they didn't have any passion just friendship.  Well, Mr. Jason I cannot remember a time when I was more uncomfortable watching two friends hang out. Clearly there was a little bit more to this relationship.   I am, however, delighted that Jillian will be back to be the next Bachelorette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the finale, in Chris Harrison's words was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"the most dramatic episode in Bachelor history."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Deanna's return was too hyped up.  I was so excited all season for her to come in and turn everything upside down yet that did not happen.   It was pretty lame and Jason could've cared less, but from the sobbing balcony scene, you would've thought that he was torn up about her.  That was not the case my friends. I love the end of the Bachelor, because it is built up as a fantasy and for the time being I love watching two people pledge their love to each other.  I know that it won't last, but at least I have this one night.  This great feeling lasted about 10 mins until 'After the Final Rose.' I'm still having a hard time believing that he would break up with Melissa to go back to Molly.  I did not like Molly at all.  She looks good on paper and she knew how to say the right things, but I could never tell if she was being really sincere.  Plus, Melissa was way better with Ty.  I know that some of my fellow followers are fans of Molly so please don't take offense...Sha:) I find it hard to believe that someone could fall in love that fast and ask them to marry him only after 2 months.  I guess it shouldn't surprise me since I do meet many brides with whirlwind romances in Happy Valley.  I just wish that he would've picked one to pursue without proposing.   I suppose it is good to end it now instead of keeping up a charade.  I'm just disappointed.  I just wanted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; full of happiness and sappy love proclamations.  Alas, now I'll have to wait and suffer another Bachelor season as I cannot turn my back on it.  I'm once again...addicted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-6198078310670978864?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6198078310670978864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=6198078310670978864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6198078310670978864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6198078310670978864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-at-last.html' title='Free at last!'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-472777269959340539</id><published>2009-02-27T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:23:47.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby beats your baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/Sajk8xCpfvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/usaZL_ZQ-EY/s1600-h/PC280488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/Sajk8xCpfvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/usaZL_ZQ-EY/s320/PC280488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307743893463858930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I still don't have a baby of my own, so I'll have to use my niece.   Everyone else blogs about the funny things their kids say and I was feeling left out.  It's crazy, but Braeleigh is already 2 1/2.  Growing up with 5 aunts and only 1 uncle she's learned to be pretty sassy.   She loves playing with her imaginary friend Sammy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(who is always in trouble for being naughty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Also, she is obsessed with chapstick and will always steal yours right out of your pocket or purse.  These are some of my fav moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Brae's Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Booty = Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Pop me = I'd like a drink of soda&lt;br /&gt;Turn around = Please dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fists of Fury: I need a hug&lt;br /&gt;Brae:  Well, I need 4 dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: Your hair is so cute today.&lt;br /&gt;Brae: Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Grandma:  I just love your hair (3 hours later)&lt;br /&gt;Brae: You already said that today Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trista: Brae, quit jumping on me that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Brae: But I'm just kidding&lt;br /&gt;Trista: I know you're kidding, but don't do that&lt;br /&gt;Brae: [Throws her hands up in disgust, sighs very loudly, and stomps off in a huff]&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/Sajk9HvA2hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BTr0GhLrd2M/s1600-h/PC280489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/Sajk9HvA2hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BTr0GhLrd2M/s320/PC280489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307743899555518994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; This is her young Prince Phillip face from Sleeping Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-472777269959340539?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/472777269959340539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=472777269959340539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/472777269959340539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/472777269959340539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-baby-beats-your-baby_27.html' title='My baby beats your baby'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/Sajk8xCpfvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/usaZL_ZQ-EY/s72-c/PC280488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-3588134743698198250</id><published>2009-02-18T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:59:17.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat</title><content type='html'>Being scared is such a thrill isn't it?  We love to go to scary movies, haunted houses,  and rollercoasters all for that heart-racing, stomach-dropping high.  We tend to seek out these activities, but if someone scares us intentionally then that is just not cool.  Not cool for the scaree, but hilarious for the scarer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; I think I may be making up words now.&lt;/span&gt;  Growing up, my sisters and I loved to stand outside the bathroom door waiting to jump out at each other.  It just doesn't get better than that.  Blood-curdling shrieks are unleased, faces are distorted beyond recognition, and hands clench up in fists as if going to defense mode.  You think that we'd grow out of this at some point, but it was just a month or so ago when Baby Spice attacked again. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(That's my youngest sis for those that may not know.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Operation: Give Trista a stroke&lt;/span&gt; happened about 8 years ago.  I was living in GhettoBriar and had grabbed a bite to eat with my roomie one friday evening.  Upon entering our apartment, I had just waltzed into the living room while chatting it up when I turned around and noticed my roomie standing frozen in the doorway.  She was barely able to point and mutter "whiteboard".  I looked into the kitchen...there was a message on our board....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;we're in your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  I think I may have passed out.  After I regained conciousness and my sight my roomie asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-What do we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-I don't know!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings.  I stupidly answer it. I can only hear heavy breathing.  I hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- Let's go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-But someone's in our house!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone rings again.  The stereo in my room comes on full blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised I didn't break an ankle bolting down the stairs, but now we are in the parking lot.  My roomie is crying hysterically and I'm looking concerned at our apt with the door wide open.  We're dumb girls and have no idea what to do.  So we decide to drive over to a friend's apt that's only 4 buildings away.  Just as we are driving out onto the street we see 3 guys running after us.  I'm terrified and have lost the ability to move.  I start to recognize them as they get closer.  I step out of the car and break down in tears when I realize that they are so-called friends of mine.  They are in stitches, falling all over themselves laughing at how hilarious they are.  They aren't.  I'm fuming at this point and apologies are made.  They're lucky I'm not smart enough to call the cops. I made the mistake of telling them that our door locks sucked and  that they could be opened with a credit card.  Apparently, they were just paying me a visit when they saw us leave.  They let themselves in and hid in my bedroom.  I share this as an example of how situations can be taken too far.  I can laugh at this now, but only after many years of torment.  I'll just stick to the simple yet effective bathroom scaring method.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-3588134743698198250?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3588134743698198250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=3588134743698198250' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3588134743698198250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3588134743698198250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/02/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy Cat'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-1722159956084060680</id><published>2009-02-12T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:46:35.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally bloggin' again</title><content type='html'>I've been absent for a while and I guess I'd better get on the stick and update my blog.  Starting on a bittersweet note, a couple weeks ago my dear sweet Grandma B passed away.  It was definitely a sad time for us to lose her.  I'm glad that she had prepared us for that moment and we were blessed to be able to say our goodbyes.  She is one of the most inspirational people I've known.  I'm grateful to her and my Grandpa for their kindness and generosity.   Had they not opened their home to my dad, life as I know it would be non-existent.  She displayed such honesty, patience and faith. I will always look to her as an example.  I love and miss her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've just been working my tail off at the spa trying to earn some money for my trip.  Unfortunately, our spa has been affected a bit with the economy.   I'm lucky to have some pretty faithful clients who keep me busy.  And if anyone's looking for something to do for Valentine's, we have a wonderful "date night" package that you and your loved one can enjoy together. *shameless plug*  I guess if you can't make it to the spa for Valentine's, I hope you all have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy freakin' Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope I'm not bitter at all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-1722159956084060680?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1722159956084060680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=1722159956084060680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1722159956084060680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1722159956084060680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-bloggin-again.html' title='Finally bloggin&apos; again'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-4854273373405907467</id><published>2009-01-12T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:28:44.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love-hate relationship with The Bachelor</title><content type='html'>I love The Bachelor.  I always have.  I've watched almost every season except for the one with "Brad" who didn't choose any of the girls.  I applaud him for that.  This season it's even better because it's Jason.  He is an ideal candidate.  He's good-looking, a caring father and all-around nice guy.  I watched his heartbreak on The Bachelorette when Deanna dumped him.  I couldn't believe it.  I was very irrate.  He's better off anyway right?  Well, it's his turn now.  However, as I watched the first two episodes, it makes me wonder why I keep tuning in to the show.  It makes me cringe to see these women throwing themselves at him trying to make that "connection."  I'm literally embarrassed.  The women are so manipulating and needy I can hardly stand it.  And I hate awkwardness which seems to be at every turn.  Did anyone catch the lady with the vision boards?  It was hilarious.  She's a little too into her dog and she makes these collages of things she wants to happen.  It looks like a kindergarten project.  Then she visualizes these things and they come true.  Yep, she was cut the first night.  So much for the vision boards.  Even though I barely made it through tonight's grueling episode, I will endure to the end.  No matter how much I despise the event's of this show, I just can't seem to turn it off.  Maybe there is a support group out there for me.   Bachelor addicts anonymous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-4854273373405907467?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4854273373405907467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=4854273373405907467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/4854273373405907467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/4854273373405907467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-love-hate-relationship-with-bachelor.html' title='My love-hate relationship with The Bachelor'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-1474751801502566586</id><published>2009-01-10T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:01:26.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascara slump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What makes an optimal mascara?  What qualities do you look for? This may seem a bit trivial, but I'm in search for a superior mascara.  I've been on this topic for about week now and I'm calling out for help.  I have gone through endless amounts of mascara and have yet to find my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; mascara.  I've used M.A.C 'X' for a couple years now with adequate results, however, I would love to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;wowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; or at least just love my mascara.  It seems no matter how much I spend on a tube, $3 or $30 I'm always disappointed.  While watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.mylifetime.com/on-tv/shows/blush"&gt;"BLUSH - the search for the next great makeup artist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylifetime.com/on-tv/shows/blush"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Max Factor 2000 calorie mascara was mentioned in one of the challenges.  So what did I do the next day?  I went to Wal-Mart of all places (since they are the only store I know of that carries Max Factor) to pick up my very own tube to try out. The first day I tried it I thought I had finally found it!  Lengthening, thickening, no clumping and my eyelash curler didn't stick to it.  What a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;glorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; day!  I ranted and raved about it to everyone...even my sister who is a make-up artist.  Well, two weeks later my tube was already drying up.  I could tell the consistency wasn't holding up, but I refused to believe it and still applied til my heart was content.  Two hours later it had flaked off underneath my eye creating that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"sick and dead look."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Needless to say, I'm back to 'X'.  I'm intrigued with L'Oreal's new beauty tube mascara.  I guess this mascara coats your lashes to create a similar effect that lash extentions provide.  I think this will be my next venture.  Wish me luck.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-1474751801502566586?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1474751801502566586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=1474751801502566586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1474751801502566586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1474751801502566586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2009/01/mascara-slump.html' title='Mascara slump'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-8843187701365283034</id><published>2008-12-27T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:32:19.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful Travel Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SVcRHDDO8-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NQmyGO4GoLE/s1600-h/eiffel-tower-night1.18772421_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284711500518192098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SVcRHDDO8-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NQmyGO4GoLE/s320/eiffel-tower-night1.18772421_std.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm travelling to Europe in April and I have experienced many unsolicited travel tips from my clients. I do appreciate that they're trying to help, but now I'm freaked out a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Make sure you wear your money belt. Almost everyone gets mugged."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Really? Wow, I know several of my friends have been to Europe and have yet to encounter a mugger. I understand that tourists are pick-pocket targets, but I think "almost everyone" is a bit of an exaggeration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Don't stay in hostels. Have you seen the movie Hostel?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;There are many reasons I have not seen the movie Hostel. I choose not to see "R" movies and I tend to stay away from movies that show people getting tortured beyond our imaginations. I do, however, love that my clients go into graphic detail about what Hostel has to offer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"I hope you have enough money. Did you know that the dollar isn't worth as much as the Euro?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I can't believe I haven't thought of that. You mean I can't live in Europe for three weeks on $300.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since this is my first trip overseas, let's try to make it positive advice. I'd like to know favorite places to visit, best way to travel between countries, activities I shouldn't miss, etc. I don't want to waste my trip peering over my shoulder assuming everyone's just waiting for the right moment to mug me, sleeping with one-eye-open, and begging for bread scraps to eat because I can't afford anything else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-8843187701365283034?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8843187701365283034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=8843187701365283034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/8843187701365283034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/8843187701365283034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/12/helpful-travel-tips.html' title='Helpful Travel Tips'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SVcRHDDO8-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NQmyGO4GoLE/s72-c/eiffel-tower-night1.18772421_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-3309125920058849726</id><published>2008-12-23T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:53:10.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do dreams really come true?  I hope not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I could be one of those lucky souls who get a peaceful night's sleep.  I hate to report that I am not.  From a very young age, I have had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;countless nights of restless tossing and turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; only to drift asleep long enough to awake frightened or just completely confused from a dream.  I had no idea that our subconcious minds could create such vivid and down-right crazy situations.   Between the ages of 4-5, I awoke almost every night from a recurring nightmare and had to sleep with mommy and daddy.  In this nightmare, the ghosts from Pac-Man were on a murderous rampage killing everyone.  Once they had gotten to a family, the house turned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Once the entire town lost color I knew I had to get to my G-ma's house which was in the next town over. Sometimes I made it to her house to find safety and other times it'd already be gray.  Morbid I know. Don't ask me how I was even aware of Pac-Man ghosts at that age or that murder was a concern for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fortunately, I didn't have many nightmares besides this one, but I've had my fair share of dreams that are just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;completely insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  My recent dreams are no exception and I've decided that I need a dream interpreter or something.   Many of you have delighted in my detailed illusions, but I'll skim over the highlights for the rest of y'all. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I was a new member of NKOTB.  We were about to go on stage and I realized I hadn't learned the routine for our concert.  I also had to learn how to shave my face since I never had before.  Apparently, they wanted us to be that clean-cut boy-next-door.  **I'm pretty sure I was still female though???** &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My 3-year old daughter was addicted to crack/cocaine.  She acted and spoke like a rebellious teenager so I slapped her for talking back to me and for being high. **I knew it was wrong because she was only 3 yet she behaved like an adolescent.**  &lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt;  I had a baby who I delivered myself only she came out in plastic doll parts and I had to assemble her myself.  Then she turned into a real baby. **No I haven't watched Pinocchio lately.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm not really sure where to go from here. These are only a few examples of the multitude of dreams I've had, but if anyone knows where I can go to make sense of this craziness, let me know.  I seriously need help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-3309125920058849726?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3309125920058849726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=3309125920058849726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3309125920058849726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3309125920058849726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-dreams-really-come-true-i-hope-not.html' title='Do dreams really come true?  I hope not.'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-5772888745447076218</id><published>2008-12-10T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:24:52.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' Tough After All These Years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SUCpONzc4II/AAAAAAAAAEU/AAjc7DZ3FaU/s1600-h/DSCF0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278404824966946946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SUCpONzc4II/AAAAAAAAAEU/AAjc7DZ3FaU/s320/DSCF0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T squared has been on my case to post these photos and I'm finally getting around to it. I loved New Kids on the Block (NKOTB) since I was 9 and I really wanted to go to the concert. Yes, I had the pillowcase, T-shirts, and don't forget my very own lunchbox. Their darling faces also graced many, many posters I had in my room. Fast-forward 15 years later and I still love them only not so obsessively. I did not initially buy tickets because &lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; no one would spend the money to go with me and &lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; a friend was getting married the very same day. About 4 days before the concert, my friend D won tickets on the radio. I just about fainted. I was too young to see them in concert the first time around, so my excitement was through the roof. Don't worry I still made it to the wedding reception since the concert started late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278404826622780610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SUCpOT-O5MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ChKvUQrbH2M/s320/DSCF0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278404831557026178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SUCpOmWpgYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fGmwhGoKvdo/s320/DSCF0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278404838357228978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SUCpO_r8XbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-617iLk6zrk/s320/DSCF0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The E center was pretty packed with rabid NKOTB fans who were all decked out in their ripped, acid-wash jeans and neon accessories. I'm going to guess that 90% of these women were mothers mid-20s to early 30s who left their young children at home with their hubbies. I've got to say that the boys still had it though. They performed all the classic dance moves. Their voices were pristene and I actually prefer the lower tones than that of their teen voices. It was kinda creepy and awkward when Jordan changed into his falsetto. Not pleasing to the ears. The concert was very nostalgic for me and a lot of fun. My only complaint was that my fav, Jonathan, didn't get enough face time. Although I haven't listened to my NKOTB 'tapes' in years, my memory didn't fail me and I sang every word by heart. I think D even had a great time even if she wasn't a fan then. 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Whether it's different sides of the family, I always have an awesome time. They are the people who I love and make me laugh until I cry. They'll even clean up the kitchen when we're done destroying it. 2) &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;...I wouldn't get by in life without them. We've shared both good and bad life experiences together and have had fun along the way. We've had the opportunity to teach and learn from one another. And I love the fact that they will bring me gatorade when I'm sick (Thanks Dee). 3) &lt;strong&gt;Kindness of strangers&lt;/strong&gt;...in this time of need, I love the fact that people are willing to go out of their way to lend a helping hand. I encourage everyone to donate what they can to make this holiday season bright for a fellow neighbor. Be gracious with your time, monetary gains, food and even a...gulp...blood donation is always welcomed. 4) &lt;strong&gt;The stomach flu&lt;/strong&gt;...you never know how much you take your health for granted until you're down and out with an illness. 5) &lt;strong&gt;Holiday movies&lt;/strong&gt;...getting from summer blockbuster season to the holiday movies is long and frustrating. After wasting so much time and money on idiotic movies, I look forward to another wave of competent and entertaining movies. Well, I hope everyone had an fantastic Thanksgiving. I know I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-7397178367899655420?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7397178367899655420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=7397178367899655420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7397178367899655420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/7397178367899655420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-thankful.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful...'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-5306513238898533608</id><published>2008-11-23T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:26:26.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie Underwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday night marked the 8th and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert for the year. I'm so glad it was Carrie to finish out the year for us. I'm just so amazed every time I hear her extraordinary voice. Not only is she incredibly beautiful, but she can certainly entertain a crowd. This is why I love American Idol so much. Who knows where she would be today without that launching pad. She is a remarkable talent and I'm so happy that she can share that with us. Whoa, that's pretty sentimental for me. Anyway, D and I had and awesome time. And I'm sad now that since we bought our tickets to Europe, we have to hold off on buying anymore concert tickets. **Note** Although we saw NKOTB a few days before Carrie, I will be posting those pics at a later time. Sorry Etta:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SSoLshAealI/AAAAAAAAADU/0cM4O9_LjAI/s1600-h/n663166864_1149720_6830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272039173193099858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SSoLshAealI/AAAAAAAAADU/0cM4O9_LjAI/s320/n663166864_1149720_6830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SSoLsWVGh7I/AAAAAAAAADM/o3o8m3jSnzA/s1600-h/n663166864_1149752_4544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272039170326824882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SSoLsWVGh7I/AAAAAAAAADM/o3o8m3jSnzA/s320/n663166864_1149752_4544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SSoLsTn8scI/AAAAAAAAADE/NxoQhDYjmjg/s1600-h/n663166864_1149731_9366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272039169600565698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SSoLsTn8scI/AAAAAAAAADE/NxoQhDYjmjg/s320/n663166864_1149731_9366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SSoLsOQjrKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7DXdDSMoVUY/s1600-h/PB190481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272039168160279714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SSoLsOQjrKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7DXdDSMoVUY/s320/PB190481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-5306513238898533608?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5306513238898533608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=5306513238898533608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5306513238898533608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5306513238898533608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/carrie-underwood.html' title='Carrie Underwood'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SSoLshAealI/AAAAAAAAADU/0cM4O9_LjAI/s72-c/n663166864_1149720_6830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-8262231511427275460</id><published>2008-11-22T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:01:49.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to Marlyce for the tag.  I gave this some deep thought and I was having trouble deciding if I was being &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quirky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or just plain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I finally narrowed it down to 6.  Although I probably could've filled it up to 20.  Enjoy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quirk #1: I have to fold my towels in a certain way.  This is not a problem at my house as I tend to do my own laundry.  At work, on the other hand, it drives me crazy when they are folded differently.  We have many towels coming through the spa and an entire group folding haphazardly as they please.   I usually go back into the locker room and refold to my liking.  Fold towel in half, and again in half, then into thirds.   This looks so neat especially when they are stacked...trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quirk #2: I never sleep on my pillowcase more than once before I change it.  Okay, let me clarify.  I'll sleep on one side then the next night I'll flip it over to the unused side.  After that it goes into the laundry.  I have dozens of pillowcases since I change them so frequently.   Since I'm a stomach sleeper, the thoughts of my freshly cleansed facial skin rubbing against dirt, oil, and hair product residue makes me cringe.  And I can't sleep on couch pillows either knowing that other bodies have soiled them.  Ew...I just made myself sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quirk #3: I buy fruits in groups of 3.  I really have no explanation for this one.  Bananas, apples, oranges, etc.  I must buy 3.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quirk #4:  I refuse to cook or bake with a timer.  I think because my mom never used one it just was not instilled in me.  I like to do things on my own time and not be ruled or controlled by the clicking of the timer.  It gives me anxiety.   I have burned countless meals and baked goods because of my stubbornness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quirk #5:  I love pens.  I can spend hours in Office Depot looking for a great pen.  I was so excited at my last job because I was in charge of ordering office supplies.   Luckily, I could get away with buying a ridiculous amount of assorted pens.  My favorite is a 1.4mm bold ballpoint pen preferably in blue.  My good pens are labeled with my name so I know whether you stole my pen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quirk#6: Every time I use milk I have to smell it to make sure it's not sour.  Even if I open a fresh carton, I still must use the odor test.  Sometimes I psych myself out and have to debate whether it smells a little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or not.  Clearly, when milk is sour there is no question.  Knowing this, I still am a slave to use this method instead of using the expiration date as a guide.  I'm guess this stems back to elementary when I was at lunch and took a big swig of milk...it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;curdled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  From that point on I would never taste it blindly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all this, I hope that this will not deem me as a crazy person.  I tag Etta, Sha, Logan, Aaron/Angel, FOF, Melissa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tag Rules:  Link the person who tagged you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mention the rules on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell about six quirks of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tag six fellow bloggers to do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leave a comment to let them know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-8262231511427275460?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8262231511427275460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=8262231511427275460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/8262231511427275460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/8262231511427275460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/quirky-tag.html' title='Quirky Tag'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-6812170217224453471</id><published>2008-11-04T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:32:44.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...Happy Halloween...Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SRDzmEljheI/AAAAAAAAACU/HztahIVWDAU/s1600-h/PA310434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SRDzmEljheI/AAAAAAAAACU/HztahIVWDAU/s320/PA310434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264975799787947490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;First of all, I would like to congratulate everyone on a Halloween well done.  I've looked at all the blog and facebook pics of you and your costumes and I'm really impressed with your creativity.  I'm going to give a shout out to the Shepherds for their costumes.  Of course, I love the Three Amigos, but since they were also hand-made, I'll give them a well-deserved round of applause too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I had the unfortunate task of closing at work this year.  I was sad that I had to miss KB and Cody's cabin party.  I borrowed my costume from Fists of Fury and she helped me with my makeup.  At her work, she could only paint her face instead of dressing in a costume.  She was a half-dead...widow.  That wasn't the look she was going for, but needless to say, that's what it turned out to be. Work was pretty slow as everyone was out partying with their friends and family.  We had a potluck and chilled while taking about a million pics of each other.  All in all, Halloween was Spooktacular!  ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SRDzl-eSf1I/AAAAAAAAACM/008ggS7iN6w/s1600-h/PA310437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SRDzl-eSf1I/AAAAAAAAACM/008ggS7iN6w/s320/PA310437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264975798146858834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SRDzlh5OFhI/AAAAAAAAACE/QWkHuddIsJM/s1600-h/PA310438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SRDzlh5OFhI/AAAAAAAAACE/QWkHuddIsJM/s320/PA310438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264975790475187730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since Etta had such confusion, I'll clarify that she is Pippy Longstocking, not the Wendy's girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-6812170217224453471?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6812170217224453471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=6812170217224453471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6812170217224453471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6812170217224453471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/11/hellohappy-halloweenboo.html' title='Hello...Happy Halloween...Boo.'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SRDzmEljheI/AAAAAAAAACU/HztahIVWDAU/s72-c/PA310434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-524439292413015898</id><published>2008-10-29T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:04:14.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SQkUlaHvjRI/AAAAAAAAABc/vx4uqyZQXRk/s1600-h/PA280419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262760272458648850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SQkUlaHvjRI/AAAAAAAAABc/vx4uqyZQXRk/s320/PA280419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is yet another of many concert posts to come. I went to the Jason Mraz concert and was blown away by his amazing talent. Now I've been to my fair share of concerts and I'd have to say that this was top 5 material. Vocally, Mr. A-Z was incredible. He was right on the money and I feel his cd's don't do him justice. If you've never listened to any of his live material, I would definitely recommend it. Musically, the dude can play his heart out and is a remarkable songwriter. He has an awesome band to back him that elevated his sound to the next level. I love his witty, carefree, laid back, and kind personality. You can definitely sense his genuine appeal. Wow, I sound kinda stalkerish now. So in a nutshell, if you ever get a chance to see him live, go for it. Here are a few pics and a video. I wanted to include everyone's recent favorite "I'm Yours" but I'm too impatient to load the 5 mins worth of video. I hope you'll enjoy "A Beautiful Mess" instead.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262754496448427842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SQkPVMzl90I/AAAAAAAAABM/6ggaWDo2fwY/s320/PA280394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262754486245622722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SQkPUmzDg8I/AAAAAAAAABE/o9uCLwar3JQ/s320/PA280423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a93e9c1ecc670a9d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da93e9c1ecc670a9d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331586247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7BD184900E37FE7178BE5B1CFC982FD6AAAF90BB.1D557A4C2F669E109C53D201F0E155B2583E27D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da93e9c1ecc670a9d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTD-PGz4l-e525LPNdTgtmwx5XxA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da93e9c1ecc670a9d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331586247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7BD184900E37FE7178BE5B1CFC982FD6AAAF90BB.1D557A4C2F669E109C53D201F0E155B2583E27D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da93e9c1ecc670a9d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTD-PGz4l-e525LPNdTgtmwx5XxA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-524439292413015898?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a93e9c1ecc670a9d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/524439292413015898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=524439292413015898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/524439292413015898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/524439292413015898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart-jason-mraz.html' title='I Heart Jason Mraz'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SQkUlaHvjRI/AAAAAAAAABc/vx4uqyZQXRk/s72-c/PA280419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-1858060507259299762</id><published>2008-10-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:29:41.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoodies are so last year...here comes the Slanket</title><content type='html'>Wow...can you believe we lived all these years without the Slanket? In case you haven't seen the informercial yet, this product is a blanket with sleeves. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261656221901304946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SQUodNSmtHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2MgSp_4VcVc/s320/slanket.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This is such an ingenious invention. It's for those who like to lounge around, but need the freedom to do other things with their arms. How could I let such an idea surpass me? All these years, my arms have suffered the cold when I needed to pull out my crotcheting needles. Many, many times, I too have found blankets restricting. Of course I could just turn up the temperature in my house or even use a hoodie, but no that would be too difficult. The world is definitely a better place since the introduction of the Slanket. So go out an get yourself one today. Your arms will thank you. (or check out the poor man's Slanket...the Snuggie.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-1858060507259299762?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1858060507259299762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=1858060507259299762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1858060507259299762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/1858060507259299762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoodies-are-so-last-yearhere-comes.html' title='Hoodies are so last year...here comes the Slanket'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SQUodNSmtHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2MgSp_4VcVc/s72-c/slanket.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-3376509191452812477</id><published>2008-10-17T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:45:04.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks of Love - Month 1</title><content type='html'>This may sound like a long shot, but I've decided that I would love to grow my hair out and donate it to Locks of Love.   I know, I know...I haven't had long hair since I was around 6.  It was always just a dream of mine to grow out my hair...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt;.  I've never really had enough willpower to struggle through that ugly growing-out phase. Most of the people I have mentioned this to have laughed in my face.  I definitely don't blame them.  I figure if I'm contributing to a good cause and the fact that I love a good challenge, I would give my all to grow out this mop of mine.  The chances of me making it to the 10 inches (in a ponytail) needed to donate are slim.  I have a few friends who believe in me, but many, many who are placing bets to when I will just chop it off again.  I regularly get my hair cut every 4 weeks and I'm about 6 weeks into it.  This will definitely be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; commitment for me.  If you have any comments or dates of when I'll "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fall off the wagon&lt;/span&gt;" so to speak, I'd love to hear them.  I'm including a pic for the end of month 1 and wish me luck. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPmFvzxReUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ckj_5u_DcOY/s1600-h/P9280285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPmFvzxReUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ckj_5u_DcOY/s320/P9280285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258381096328984898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-3376509191452812477?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3376509191452812477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=3376509191452812477' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3376509191452812477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/3376509191452812477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/locks-of-love-month-1.html' title='Locks of Love - Month 1'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPmFvzxReUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ckj_5u_DcOY/s72-c/P9280285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-5500151676654284746</id><published>2008-10-10T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:00:25.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh wee oooh I look just like Buddy Holly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPVMr1-SdlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c5GVcT7EYZo/s1600-h/PA070303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257192456131343954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPVMr1-SdlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c5GVcT7EYZo/s320/PA070303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPVMsDRmHJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UVPea5xR1bs/s1600-h/PA070326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257192459701984402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPVMsDRmHJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UVPea5xR1bs/s320/PA070326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPVMsJlvl8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/PxysWJh79-Y/s1600-h/PA070349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257192461397104578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPVMsJlvl8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/PxysWJh79-Y/s320/PA070349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPVMsm1dYWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4uWMU0Awf2I/s1600-h/PA070357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257192469247648098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPVMsm1dYWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4uWMU0Awf2I/s320/PA070357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday night was a great night for music. I went to the Weezer concert with Angels and Airwaves. I was pleasantly surprised at how well Angels and Airwaves played. Speaking as a Blink 182 fan, sometimes Tom can be a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Not only were the vocals good, but I was really impressed with the lights. It made for an entertaining show. Unfortunately the cool lighting was not camera-friendly, but I did manage to get a couple of good pics anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really didn't know what to expect from Weezer. They came out and I could hear singing but I couldn't make out who it was. Rivers had this weird sock thing on his head and eventually I found out it was Scott who was opening the show. For those of you that don't know already, he has a couple of tracks on Weezer's Red album. Although I appreciate that other band members took turns singing lead vocals, I was really there to see hear Rivers who is really the voice of Weezer. They were very quirky and entertaining. Rivers jumped on a trampoline, slid around on his knees, played the drums, and shuffled around the stage like a pro. They also brought Tom back on stage to sing "The Sweater Song" which was an awesome take from a classic song. 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href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5500151676654284746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=5500151676654284746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5500151676654284746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/5500151676654284746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/10/ooh-wee-oooh-i-look-just-like-buddy.html' title='Ooh wee oooh I look just like Buddy Holly...'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFNWyHvePiY/SPVMr1-SdlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c5GVcT7EYZo/s72-c/PA070303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-4864548108863147125</id><published>2008-10-03T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:01:50.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who does that?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who wear socks with sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who wait 10 mins for an elevator to go up 1 floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who don't cut their toenails for 5 months because eventually they'll get a pedicure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who talk on their phone while doing their business in a public restroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who bring babies to the movie theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who vote for the 82-year-old on Dancing with the Stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who talk to me in spanish assuming I will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who leave msgs for others on my cellphone when it clearly states, "This is Trista's phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-4864548108863147125?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-6850992050917350422</id><published>2008-09-30T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:50:13.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart vs. Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As many of you already know, I &lt;strong&gt;despise &lt;/strong&gt;Wal-Mart. I live only 2 minutes from Wal-Mart, but I go out of my way to shop anywhere else. I usually end up at Target. Although it is a bit pricer than Wal-Mart, I would rather pay more for a better experience. For example, I went shopping at my beloved store the other day and within 5 mins of entering I had 3 happy, smiling employees greet me and ask me if there was anything I needed. Had this been at Wal-Mart I would have had to chase someone down only to be told, "Sorry. I don't work in this department." Come on Wal-Mart, your little blue vest states on the back that you are there to help me. Another example, Target is cleaner. They wait until closing to stock shelves so that I don't have to weave in, out, and around boxes and pallets while I'm shopping. I do understand that Wal-Mart never closes, but let's at least wait until 3 am when there is not a huge crowd. Example #3, I can get in and out of Target in 4 mins. If there are more than 3 people in line, they will open up another check line. After walking a mile from my car to Wal-Mart, I can get what I need within minutes, but even though there are 30 check-out lines, only 5 are open and 3 are self-check-outs. I like self-check-outs, but not all of us are equipped to deal with them especially when you have enough groceries to feed an army. I could go on about this is greater detail, but I'll just wrap it up for now. What more can I say? I love Target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-6850992050917350422?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/6850992050917350422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=6850992050917350422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6850992050917350422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/6850992050917350422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/09/wal-mart-vs-target.html' title='Wal-Mart vs. Target'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490021769068787905.post-4541766789353835504</id><published>2008-09-28T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:38:23.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It seems that I'm always one step behind the times and blogging is no exception.  Some have requested or should I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;demanded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; that I start a blog.   I love keeping in touch with my friends and family so I'm glad that everyone's keeping their lives up-to-date online. I would love to have real conversations with you all, but I'm just to lazy to pick up my phone and dial. Since I don't have a hubby, kids, or pets, I will just have to rely on my hilarious sense of humor to fill my blog.  Hope you're all doing well and happy blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490021769068787905-4541766789353835504?l=estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4541766789353835504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4490021769068787905&amp;postID=4541766789353835504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/4541766789353835504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490021769068787905/posts/default/4541766789353835504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estheticallypleazing.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-virgin.html' title='Blog Virgin'/><author><name>Trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231591195363114792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
