<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BQ3s4eSp7ImA9WhJSEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559</id><updated>2012-06-30T22:02:32.531-07:00</updated><title>The Aesthetic of Life</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Ygygz" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ygygz" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIBQ3o7fSp7ImA9WhJTFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-6041784377890950807</id><published>2012-06-23T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-24T18:09:12.405-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-24T18:09:12.405-07:00</app:edited><title>Saturday InstAwesome: June Vol. 3</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XJeEHizGUY/T-UygE8QYxI/AAAAAAAAB-A/FA51rja2EoM/s1600/Saturday+Instawesome+banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XJeEHizGUY/T-UygE8QYxI/AAAAAAAAB-A/FA51rja2EoM/s1600/Saturday+Instawesome+banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Follow me (&lt;a href="http://followgram.me/nikkihoyhoy" target="_blank"&gt;@nikkihoyhoy&lt;/a&gt;)!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3n9Rw4elXgs/T-Uyp0bcbJI/AAAAAAAAB-I/_L8qVCkuCrQ/s1600/instagram+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3n9Rw4elXgs/T-Uyp0bcbJI/AAAAAAAAB-I/_L8qVCkuCrQ/s1600/instagram+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Home made &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/cooking-basics-very-easy-pickl-83971" target="_blank"&gt;quick pickles&lt;/a&gt; - suuuper yummy!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Also) home made spring rolls with eggplant!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;First day of summer, gorgeous weather outside! &amp;nbsp;Decided to sit on the back patio and work on some crafts (&lt;a href="http://www.shrinkydinks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;SHRINKY DINKS&lt;/a&gt;!!!)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt;That damn &lt;a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.addacat.addacat&amp;amp;hl=en" target="_blank"&gt;Add-a-Cat&lt;/a&gt; app!!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt;Snack time - also added coconut rum to my &lt;a href="http://www.wildearthmarket.com/coconut-chai-black-tea-usda-organic-zgt10034.html?gclid=CP3kiJK447ACFSQbQgod9wfXYQ" target="_blank"&gt;coconut iced tea&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Yummmmerz.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt;Blooms on my snap pea vines. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to start eating them!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Last night's dinner - simple salad!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Salted caramel ice cream from &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/icecreamsocialcart" target="_blank"&gt;Ice Cream Social&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;If you're in the Tacoma area on a Tuesday, I highly recommend checking out the 6th Ave Farmers Market to get some of her ice cream! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Picked up my scrubs for work, and SERIOUSLY, they have Greys Anatomy "brand" scrubs. &amp;nbsp;And SERIOUSLY I got a pair. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
This weekend is going to be a lot of prepping myself to get back to work, celebrating birthdays, and continuing a Harry Potter marathon with a friend. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and freaking out over the new job. &amp;nbsp;Eeeeeeeeeeeek!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As always and forever, have a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;FABULOUS&lt;/span&gt; weekend!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/lL7uHCOD7Ps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/6041784377890950807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=6041784377890950807" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/6041784377890950807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/6041784377890950807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/lL7uHCOD7Ps/saturday-instawesome-june-vol-3.html" title="Saturday InstAwesome: June Vol. 3" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XJeEHizGUY/T-UygE8QYxI/AAAAAAAAB-A/FA51rja2EoM/s72-c/Saturday+Instawesome+banner.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/saturday-instawesome-june-vol-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8FQ304fSp7ImA9WhJTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-2680438969150759034</id><published>2012-06-22T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-22T04:00:12.335-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-22T04:00:12.335-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Taste Buds Are Loving: Blended Strawberry Wine</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGaalYLf_J0/T-QEZD7Tb2I/AAAAAAAAB9c/LsomgRAFajY/s1600/mouth+banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGaalYLf_J0/T-QEZD7Tb2I/AAAAAAAAB9c/LsomgRAFajY/s1600/mouth+banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
This past week has been quite the roller coaster - started off with a dead battery in my car, Brian's car breaking down en route to saving my car of death, and just all around stress. &amp;nbsp;When it rains, it pours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, luckily there was something to help brighten my outlook - Friday I went in for a quick interview for a coordinator position with a skin &amp;amp; eye center looking to get into clinical research. &amp;nbsp;While I was hesitant to continue my work life in the field of drug science, it was an opportunity that I couldn't pass up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The interview was with the lead doctor who would serve as principal investigator on the study, and the head of human resources (who happens to be a friend's mom, and the same friend ALSO happens to work there).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I feel pretty confident in my regulatory and coordinating abilities with clinical research, the position requires the coordinator to be a Jane of all trades - hunt down sponsors to work with, help negotiate contracts, set up the proper regulatory documents, create source documents, data entry, draw/process/ship blood samples (which I am NOT trained to do) - basically do any and all things that aren't legally designated for the doctor to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The interview went well, the doctor is very nice, and I felt that I remained very honest about my abilities and work history.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Walking out, I didn't feel very sure I'd even get the job, since there was much stress put on the fact that they want someone who is certified in the whole lab element of a research study.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Add on the fact that I was stuck in the parking lot for an hour because my battery was dead. &amp;nbsp;In the sun. &amp;nbsp;In work pants &amp;amp; a cardigan sweater. &amp;nbsp;Sweating up a storm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tuesday, in the midst of drama drama drama, I got a phone call from their human resources offering me the position! &amp;nbsp;And, of course, I accepted! &amp;nbsp;It'll be A LOT of work, but it'll be with really encouraging people. &amp;nbsp;The position is new, some of the work is already done and ready for me, so I just need to keep confident and push through it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Monday at 8am I start work there - tomorrow I'm going in to sign some papers and try on PINK scrubs (I don't know how I feel about that). &amp;nbsp;It's so SO exciting, and so SOOOOO terrifying!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In celebration Tuesday night, I made myself a delicious frozen booze drink. &amp;nbsp;And I think you should make it too, to help me celebrate:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcRG_Y2IFoE/T-QEjvj5sbI/AAAAAAAAB9k/YOmI08-J3bE/s1600/drink+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcRG_Y2IFoE/T-QEjvj5sbI/AAAAAAAAB9k/YOmI08-J3bE/s1600/drink+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Get together about 1 C frozen strawberries &amp;amp; a white wine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I chose riesling, because I like the sweetness of it. &amp;nbsp;But go ahead and use what you like - oh man, like CHAMPAGNE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Blend the strawberries with about 2 tbsp of the wine to make a slush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put the strawberry mixture in a glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Top off with wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
AND DRINK! &amp;nbsp;It's delightful. &amp;nbsp;Especially when drinking on the back patio on a warm summer night. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/A9xBM_Z4cWk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/2680438969150759034/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=2680438969150759034" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/2680438969150759034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/2680438969150759034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/A9xBM_Z4cWk/currently-my-taste-buds-are-loving_22.html" title="Currently, My Taste Buds Are Loving: Blended Strawberry Wine" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGaalYLf_J0/T-QEZD7Tb2I/AAAAAAAAB9c/LsomgRAFajY/s72-c/mouth+banner.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-taste-buds-are-loving_22.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4DQXY8eSp7ImA9WhJTEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-2102274914866396697</id><published>2012-06-20T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-20T14:49:30.871-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-20T14:49:30.871-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Eyes Are Loving:  Summer Unplugged- June 2012</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB2quSLArh4/T-IDz24jjZI/AAAAAAAAB48/4kyZFBl5VXA/s1600/eyebannerFINAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB2quSLArh4/T-IDz24jjZI/AAAAAAAAB48/4kyZFBl5VXA/s1600/eyebannerFINAL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXWLm3H-tWo/T-IEdWTseeI/AAAAAAAAB5E/2j4GYBCG_6w/s1600/unplug.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXWLm3H-tWo/T-IEdWTseeI/AAAAAAAAB5E/2j4GYBCG_6w/s1600/unplug.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Pretty sure we've all been there - hop online to check your email in the morning (real quick, I'll be done in 5 minutes!), where we see an email to a link - "&lt;i&gt;CLICK HERE, IT"S SUPER AWESOME!&lt;/i&gt;", where we go to a website that gives us the option to share with our friends on Facebook - "&lt;i&gt;My BFF is totally gonna love this!&lt;/i&gt;", where we share, end up on Facebook, see that so-and-so just had a baby -"&lt;i&gt;Ooooooo, those cheeks!&lt;/i&gt;", notice a link to a contest on a famous blog, go to the blog, leave a comment, sign up for whatever newsletter is required, share the contest, end up back on Facebook, see photos from a friend's vacation...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
...and 2 hours later, you've wasted your entire morning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
I do this ALL THE TIME! &amp;nbsp;I hop online to print out a recipe, but I forgot where exactly I saw it, search online, and end up spending about 45 minutes playing Plants vs. Zombies somehow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how much intention I have to stay focused on this one task, it always seems futile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, through the networking of Alt Summit, where I was shown a Facebook group dedicated to Seattle bloggers, the lovely Emily Peck of &lt;a href="http://www.pecklife.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Peck Life&lt;/a&gt; asked, in better terms, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;who wants to unplug this summer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No computer, no phone (although, I cheated on that one), no social media - just being there, in the moment, intentionally working and focusing on whats important. &amp;nbsp;And getting back to what's IRL (in real life). &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's a brilliant, although somewhat difficult, challenge that I immediately signed up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday was my "unplug" day - where I intentionally turned off the FB notifications on my phone, left it on vibrate for when someone called, did not turn on my computer, and spent the most part of my day working on things around the house, and also really taking the time to appreciate the house. &amp;nbsp;I cheated, by still using my phone to take photos. &amp;nbsp;But I SWEAR I didn't use it for anything else!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bUMCQJyv8E8/T-IO--9sU1I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/a15L0nwcfbU/s1600/unplug1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bUMCQJyv8E8/T-IO--9sU1I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/a15L0nwcfbU/s1600/unplug1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Started my morning with the usual of dishes &amp;amp; coffee - maybe I added some Irish cream to the mix. &amp;nbsp;And maybe I stared at the cactus Brian's mom got me for about half an hour. &amp;nbsp;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jE3xM9QqkeA/T-IPAGQ3dLI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Q45sgkoARSQ/s1600/unplug2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jE3xM9QqkeA/T-IPAGQ3dLI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Q45sgkoARSQ/s1600/unplug2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Headed outside to tend to the garden - my oh my are things growing like crazy! &amp;nbsp;I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCIOoklc1-o/T-IPBVK0uvI/AAAAAAAAB5g/VKN6R8SIz0Y/s1600/unplug3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCIOoklc1-o/T-IPBVK0uvI/AAAAAAAAB5g/VKN6R8SIz0Y/s1600/unplug3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Thought about mowing the lawn (and by lawn, I mean the small field of weeds in the backyard), but felt that was something better left to Brian. &amp;nbsp;Cleaned out the fire bowl in the back - it was filled with rain and started smelling funky. &amp;nbsp;Not good.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Found yet ANOTHER colony of ants near our house. &amp;nbsp;Went inside and got my trusty arsenal of:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;peppermint soap - mixed with water, to kill the ones walking around already, and to set up a perimeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;sugar + Borax mix - the homemade alternative to other ant bait you find in the stores - the ant takes it back to their colony, where eventually the queen ant will eat the poison, die, and the rest of the colony will die soon after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;corn meal - same idea as sugar + Borax, except that the ants end up exploding. &amp;nbsp;The corn meal expands, and they don't have the proper enzymes to digest it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
This combo has worked on two different colonies living under our house, so I'm sticking to it!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KnO1hRiCNE/T-IPFoTYZyI/AAAAAAAAB5o/2Fq24FNP8K4/s1600/unplug4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KnO1hRiCNE/T-IPFoTYZyI/AAAAAAAAB5o/2Fq24FNP8K4/s1600/unplug4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Pulled a radish and some more bok choy from the garden - it's so refreshing to know that if I want veggies, I just have to walk to the back yard. &amp;nbsp;The Meows found something outside that she so desperately wanted to hunt - eyes on the prize. &amp;nbsp;Settled in on the bed between loads of laundry to read - A BOOK! &amp;nbsp;A REAL BOOK!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXBLghEZLOs/T-IPGifKJzI/AAAAAAAAB5w/EHZyOsI55gs/s1600/unplug5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXBLghEZLOs/T-IPGifKJzI/AAAAAAAAB5w/EHZyOsI55gs/s1600/unplug5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Ended up falling asleep for a spell, where the cats I'm SURE sensed that I wasn't going to move for a while, and came in for the snuggles. &amp;nbsp;Got up for some water, and our little love spot on the fridge always makes me smile. &amp;nbsp;We make me sick.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wgg1_Fo6iwg/T-IPJ3c_vpI/AAAAAAAAB54/5xYj_71Ga7k/s1600/unplug6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wgg1_Fo6iwg/T-IPJ3c_vpI/AAAAAAAAB54/5xYj_71Ga7k/s1600/unplug6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Made some chocolate coconut milk ice cream, and added some toffee bits on that sucka. &amp;nbsp;Soooo good. &amp;nbsp;Checked the mail, and I got a bunch of free samples from Target (one good thing about getting lost on Facebook - finding sign ups for free stuff!!!)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
The night ended with Brian and I on the couch, watching Star Trek - like usual. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Today is the first day of summer, and man is it a sunny one. &amp;nbsp;Sucks that I'm going to go lay in bed moaning, hoping the Midol will kick in ASAP (or I will kick someones ass).&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Head on over to Peck Life for &lt;a href="http://www.pecklife.com/blog/2012/06/a-summer-of-unplugging.html" target="_blank"&gt;more info on a summer of unplugging&lt;/a&gt;, and to see who else is joining in!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Do you dedicate time to just staying away from all the technology life has to offer, so you can enjoy all the beauty life has to offer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/lAVHfhjFWd8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/2102274914866396697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=2102274914866396697" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/2102274914866396697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/2102274914866396697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/lAVHfhjFWd8/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-summer.html" title="Currently, My Eyes Are Loving:  Summer Unplugged- June 2012" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB2quSLArh4/T-IDz24jjZI/AAAAAAAAB48/4kyZFBl5VXA/s72-c/eyebannerFINAL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-summer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQn4_fyp7ImA9WhJTEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-8514618413684462133</id><published>2012-06-19T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-19T04:00:03.047-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-19T04:00:03.047-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Ears Are Loving:  My Happiness</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRADBtnqOGk/T-APWCfUs_I/AAAAAAAAB4g/eiLIkPad0AE/s1600/Ears_Banner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRADBtnqOGk/T-APWCfUs_I/AAAAAAAAB4g/eiLIkPad0AE/s1600/Ears_Banner2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f6f9fc; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f6f9fc; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In an attempt to be cool like my friends by creating a list of my top 50 favorite songs, I wrote down a very rough, un-ranked list of what my ears love the most. &amp;nbsp;Now I'm sharing it with you, song by song. &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="background-color: #f6f9fc; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f6f9fc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;There are few moments when I feel like a really cool person. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I feel cool when I have a giant cup of froyo with a mountain of toppings (&lt;i&gt;Yeah, I'ma eat all of this. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;lactose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;intolerant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;What?!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f6f9fc; color: #2d2d2d; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f6f9fc; color: #2d2d2d; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Other times is when I can say that I've seen a certain band in concert - which, also doesn't happen very often. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f6f9fc; color: #2d2d2d; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f6f9fc; color: #2d2d2d; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My freshman year of high school, after my non-stop complaining about moving so far away from my friends (a suburb near Chicago is pretty far away from a suburb near Seattle), my mom decided to let me take a trip back to Seattle to visit, and go to a concert with a friend for her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f6f9fc; color: #2d2d2d; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;It was the first time Coldplay came to Seattle, not long after they released their song "Yellow", and coincided with my friend Amber's birthday. &amp;nbsp;Her mom drove us to &lt;a href="http://www.showboxonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Showbox&lt;/a&gt; near Pike Place Market, where we got in early enough to be right next to the stage - and to hear the opening act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;The Australian band Powderfinger opened for Coldplay that night, and "My Happiness" was the 3rd song they played. &amp;nbsp;The other songs they played didn't really have an impact on me, but for some reason, "My Happiness" stuck to me like glue. &amp;nbsp;While the lyrics at the time were of no significance to me (which seems to be the case with a lot of songs I love), the music itself is what really got me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/HM_eb0vVo0k/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HM_eb0vVo0k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;

&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;

&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;

&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HM_eb0vVo0k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fast-foward to a couple years ago, and I finally felt connected to the song as a whole - the lyrics represented a&amp;nbsp;pivotal&amp;nbsp;part of my relationship with Brian, after spending time apart to figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The rest of their music is kind of so-so for me, and I'm not exactly sure what it is about this particular song of theirs that makes it so great for me. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps I was going through something the first time I heard it live, almost 12 years ago (ouch...), not realizing the song related to the situation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever it is that keeps me coming back to this song, it&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;is part of my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Is there a song you loved when you were younger, only to hear it as an now and have it apply so heavily to a current situation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/4qQBfFjcxpE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/8514618413684462133/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=8514618413684462133" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8514618413684462133?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8514618413684462133?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/4qQBfFjcxpE/currently-my-ears-are-loving-my.html" title="Currently, My Ears Are Loving:  My Happiness" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRADBtnqOGk/T-APWCfUs_I/AAAAAAAAB4g/eiLIkPad0AE/s72-c/Ears_Banner2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-ears-are-loving-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FR347eSp7ImA9WhVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-5194587145881705665</id><published>2012-06-17T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T09:35:16.001-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-17T09:35:16.001-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Heart Is Loving: Father's Day - The Man With The Black Jeans</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AE32ymfYca4/T91MW9Na0BI/AAAAAAAAB2s/Cvkw0BBbzjw/s1600/Fathers+Day+-+Bill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AE32ymfYca4/T91MW9Na0BI/AAAAAAAAB2s/Cvkw0BBbzjw/s640/Fathers+Day+-+Bill.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
I would love to say that he's NOT peeing in the snow. &amp;nbsp;But I can't. &amp;nbsp;And I don't care. &amp;nbsp;Because this is my step father, William A. Kelly, Sr. at his finest - with his Ray Ban sunglasses and black jeans, acting like it's 1987, all day, everyday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
I'd also like to say that our step daughter/step father relationship was awesome and rainbows and sunshine out our asses since my mom introduced me to him. &amp;nbsp;But I can't. &amp;nbsp;And that's quite alright. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
When he and my mom got together, I was in the 3rd grade. &amp;nbsp;Still a kid, he let me ride my bike around the block alone, much to my mom's despair. &amp;nbsp;He took me on the most frightening ride on a motorcycle, which had nothing to do with his riding abilities, and all to do with the fact that I had NO metal around me. &amp;nbsp;When I went to China to see him &amp;amp; my mom for the summer, he and I went out on the water of Phuket, Thailand on a jet ski. &amp;nbsp;And to this day I am terrified of them. &amp;nbsp;This time, it had a lot to do with his jet-skiing abilities. &amp;nbsp;And also a lot to do with the fact that we were in so far away from the shore. &amp;nbsp;But mostly it's because of him.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Sorry, Mr Bill. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
In the beginning, everything was pretty much awesome and rainbows and sunshine out our asses - until puberty struck. &amp;nbsp;Damn it, puberty, I hate you on so many levels...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Being a man who raised two sons (partly) on his own, he had no idea what kind of&amp;nbsp;fiery&amp;nbsp;wrath I would lay upon his life once we hit this part in our lives. &amp;nbsp;While sons can have the emotional moody stage during their formidable years, I really doubt he experienced anything like what he experienced with me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjrYk-Jji-Q/T91ShURrgLI/AAAAAAAAB3A/U_3FOVjU82I/s1600/368_34761152689_6529_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjrYk-Jji-Q/T91ShURrgLI/AAAAAAAAB3A/U_3FOVjU82I/s1600/368_34761152689_6529_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are the classiest of the classy in Vegas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
We have had many moments of wanting to knock each other out - me with my super-sensitive anger management issues, and he with his inability to filter ANYTHING he says to ensure nothing comes out offensively ("&lt;i&gt;What? &amp;nbsp;I was just asking a question!&lt;/i&gt;") - it was a match made in step-parent relationship hell for a while there.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
But, like I said, that's quite alright.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Through him I learned a lot about science. &amp;nbsp;I developed a strong love for Steve Martin &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0095031/" target="_blank"&gt;Dirty Rotten Scoundrels&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I grew up knowing what it was like to be completely mortified by my father, "&lt;i&gt;MOM, tell Bill to put his teeth back in! I have friends over!!!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Through him I had the amazing opportunity to experience many areas of mainland Asia - although it was wasted on my&amp;nbsp;angst-ridden&amp;nbsp;self, "&lt;i&gt;I don't wana spend summer in CHINAAAA&lt;/i&gt;" - I was able to learn about a completely different culture. &amp;nbsp;The same trip also began my love of experiencing new foods. &amp;nbsp;How many people can say they ate, and honestly enjoyed, frogs legs at the age of 12? &amp;nbsp;Seriously, that shit tastes like chicken.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-se8Wz6Q6_ug/T91Tq1ae54I/AAAAAAAAB3I/aKIelWVtyB8/s1600/207731_1002690384218_7913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-se8Wz6Q6_ug/T91Tq1ae54I/AAAAAAAAB3I/aKIelWVtyB8/s1600/207731_1002690384218_7913_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Typical Bill - cigarette, coffee, Harley shirt, AND THOSE DAMN BLACK JEANS!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Through him I have a love and appreciation for classic rock, motorcycles, and starting DIY projects that take forever to finish. &amp;nbsp;I also learned to adore someone who is very much set in their ways - black coffee in the morning with a little bit of water to cool it down; always saying "&lt;i&gt;IT'S ALIIIIIVE&lt;/i&gt;!" when I walk into the room after having woken up;&amp;nbsp;Budweiser&amp;nbsp;in either a can or bottle, or give him death; and whenever mom yells at him for touching her stomach, "&lt;i&gt;But I love ALL of you, Barbie!&lt;/i&gt;" &amp;nbsp;Oh, and can't forget the fine art of burping "&lt;i&gt;Barrrbbb, get me a beeer&lt;/i&gt;". &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Adorable.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Through him, I felt loved. &amp;nbsp;I felt cared for. &amp;nbsp;Through him I learned what it felt like to WANT to make someone proud. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Without him, I wouldn't have had a healthy male role in my life. &amp;nbsp;Without him, there wouldn't be so many awesome memories to outnumber the stupid memories - all of which resulting in hilarious inside jokes &amp;amp; punch lines ("&lt;i&gt;Biiiilllll, you're baaaaaaack&lt;/i&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;i&gt;Screaming corn!!!&lt;/i&gt;")&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
To this day we still have our moments of bickering and snapping, but that's just how it is. &amp;nbsp;On days when he or I are being super nice, the suspicious question is always asked, "&lt;i&gt;What do you want from me...? &amp;nbsp;I have no money for you.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
But I wouldn't have had it any other way. &amp;nbsp;He was the man who, without hesitation it seemed, stepped up to the plate and took care of me when the universe put me into his life with my mom. &amp;nbsp;I adore this man, even with his false teeth, grumpy attitude, and 6 Million Dollar Man lifestyle (we have the technology, we can rebuild him). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
He means the world to me, to my mom, and to his family. &amp;nbsp;He has the warmest brown eyes ever, and is the man I look to when someone asks about my father - because he is my father, the man who raised me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
And for all he has sacrificed and gone through with my bullshit, I have nothing but respect and gratitude for him.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Mr. Bill, if mom has forced you to read this (after you two spend 20+ minutes trying to find your reading glasses, at which point she gives up and just reads it TO YOU), please know that deep down in my heart, you are my father, my dad. &amp;nbsp;And nothing will ever change that.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llRZM0ObBs8/T91Uc7QdtrI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/vXoRaiIhZaI/s1600/pic12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llRZM0ObBs8/T91Uc7QdtrI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/vXoRaiIhZaI/s640/pic12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my Momster - and again, those. &amp;nbsp;Damn. &amp;nbsp;Black. &amp;nbsp;Jeans.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
And I hope mom takes you out to dinner on this special day. &amp;nbsp;Or&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;makes you a steak. &amp;nbsp;And potatoes. &amp;nbsp;BUT NO VEGGIES - god forbid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/tEuSYfQo370" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/5194587145881705665/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=5194587145881705665" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/5194587145881705665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/5194587145881705665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/tEuSYfQo370/currently-my-heart-is-loving-fathers_17.html" title="Currently, My Heart Is Loving: Father's Day - The Man With The Black Jeans" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AE32ymfYca4/T91MW9Na0BI/AAAAAAAAB2s/Cvkw0BBbzjw/s72-c/Fathers+Day+-+Bill.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-heart-is-loving-fathers_17.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GRns_fip7ImA9WhVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-4925823744296525722</id><published>2012-06-17T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T09:35:27.546-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-17T09:35:27.546-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Heart Is Loving: Father's Day - The Man Who Is Half of Me</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0awmXxdom4/T91dE4QBMxI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gb7w0F4NUF8/s1600/pic15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0awmXxdom4/T91dE4QBMxI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gb7w0F4NUF8/s640/pic15.jpg" width="441" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
He is half of me. &amp;nbsp;I have his nose, his face shape, his eyes, his hair, the same creases in our cheeks when we smile. &amp;nbsp;Pretty much the only thing I didn't get from him are my giant hips and sarcastic attitude (that, my friends, I got from my mama).&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
It's difficult for me to determine how to write this post - he is my dad, the man who helped create me, but that doesn't mean what it does to a lot of other people.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Unfortunately, there are very few really awesome memories I have with my dad. &amp;nbsp;We had a very troubled and limited time together. &amp;nbsp;My dad suffers from a very sever case of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001925/" target="_blank"&gt;schizophrenia&lt;/a&gt;, with&amp;nbsp;multiple&amp;nbsp;personality&amp;nbsp;disorder. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Due to his internal complications, it was and has been difficult, if not impossible, to have a "normal" relationship with him. &amp;nbsp;It seems that since I could remember, he functioned more as the child, and I the adult. Always trying my hardest to bring him back to reality, convincing him that the delusions he believed were not reality. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Even to this day he questions my actions (and at times, even inaction), or my intentions. &amp;nbsp;Even though I am his daughter, he still has the voices in the back of his mind to not trust me, and it's so frustrating and sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
He never told his own father that I was even alive until I was in my teens - and I've always wondered why, with all the things done, he would also deprive me of a&amp;nbsp;relationship&amp;nbsp;with the man who I would later call my grandpa, the Polish man who cried when he saw me for the first time (he said I looked just like my grandmother). &amp;nbsp;Not having a relationship with my grandfather probably hurts more than &amp;nbsp;not having a relationship with my father, and I honestly blame him for that.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
His condition added another level of dysfunction to our relationship that is far too complicated to explain, and is even harder to justify why I still have him in my life.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Despite his problems and flaws, he did all he could to be a father to me in ways unique to him - buying me Barbies all the time (taped in shirt boxes, never wrapped), sending me little pamphlets or magazines from wherever it was he was living, random knick-knacks he somehow got his hands onto. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
The greatest memory I have of him is our trip together to NYC. &amp;nbsp;My mom and I were in NJ visiting family, and my dad was very&amp;nbsp;adamant&amp;nbsp;about going into the city - something I was very reserved agreeing to. &amp;nbsp;We drove to the bus station, rode the bus roughly 2-3 hours, and arrived in NYC early in the morning. &amp;nbsp;We walked all the way down to Chinatown, back up to the Empire State building. &amp;nbsp;We ate pizza (of course), talked, enjoyed the warm weather, took photos. &amp;nbsp;We went to Times Square and made jokes about the people we saw. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Brian had me take a Spider Man action figure with me to take pictures of in random locations throughout the city, and my dad came up with the brilliant idea of having an NY-PD woman take a picture with it - super hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
The trip was amazing, and awesome, and one that I wish I could relive over and over again. &amp;nbsp;Most importantly, it felt like an average father-daughter trip. &amp;nbsp;There was nothing weird. &amp;nbsp;He would randomly make comments about how his medications make him fat, so he couldn't walk as quickly as I could. &amp;nbsp;But other than that, I felt like I was a normal daughter there, enjoying the sunny day with her daddy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Just thinking about that feeling makes me cry now as I write this. &amp;nbsp;And my heart breaks.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
No matter how earnest I am with my plea for him to stay on his medication and to continue with his therapy, his mind twists my concern into ridicule and judgement, or that I'm working with someone against him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Even with our relationship reduced to the occasional email or random giant box delivered in the mail, he's still my daddy. &amp;nbsp;He's still the man who would let me stay up with him to watch Saturday Night Live, and then fall asleep on his lap during &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0149413/" target="_blank"&gt;Almost Live&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Joel McHale in the 90's, say whaaaat?!)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
He was the man, that when I had my first...well..."milestone" of puberty, I went running out to him when he came to pick me up yelling, "DADDY! &amp;nbsp;DADDY!! &amp;nbsp;I JUST GOT MY PERIOD!!!" &amp;nbsp;As awkward as that was, he was seriously proud. &amp;nbsp;His daughter was growing up!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
He's the man who, every chance he gets,&amp;nbsp;apologizes profusely&amp;nbsp;for being who he is, for what our&amp;nbsp;relationship&amp;nbsp;has come to, and that he loves me with all his heart. &amp;nbsp;His love, while at moments clouded by the lies his mind conjures up, is unconditional and so amazingly strong. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
He is my daddy, and I am his little girl. &amp;nbsp;And despite all the issues with our past, present, and I'm sure future, I do love him, and want nothing more for him than to be healthy and happy. &amp;nbsp;For him to be in the present and stable mind to walk me down the aisle when I get married - and to experience the REALITY of it, not what his brain tricks him into thinking.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
For all the lessons he taught me unintentionally, and for the moments when he was the greatest dad ever - I hope he has a great Father's Day out in New Jersey. &amp;nbsp;I'm sad that I can't be there with him, for many reasons.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqEMPYsVsWs/T91lVAU2LsI/AAAAAAAAB3o/YwJCNSMwA1A/s1600/368_34846947689_9476_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqEMPYsVsWs/T91lVAU2LsI/AAAAAAAAB3o/YwJCNSMwA1A/s640/368_34846947689_9476_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa, me, and my dad. &amp;nbsp;Right before we headed out on our NYC trip. &amp;nbsp;Three generations of Polish gangstas! &amp;nbsp;And seriously, could we look anymore like family???&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/sFyfrGJMwEw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/4925823744296525722/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=4925823744296525722" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/4925823744296525722?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/4925823744296525722?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/sFyfrGJMwEw/currently-my-heart-is-loving-fathers.html" title="Currently, My Heart Is Loving: Father's Day - The Man Who Is Half of Me" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0awmXxdom4/T91dE4QBMxI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gb7w0F4NUF8/s72-c/pic15.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-heart-is-loving-fathers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CRn46fSp7ImA9WhVaGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-7633653321247898831</id><published>2012-06-16T14:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-16T15:47:47.015-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-16T15:47:47.015-07:00</app:edited><title>Saturday InstAwesome: June Vol. 2</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy-VQNEWHDw/T90HqAmwq3I/AAAAAAAAB1A/4YB1tZe5gyE/s1600/Saturday+Instawesome+banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy-VQNEWHDw/T90HqAmwq3I/AAAAAAAAB1A/4YB1tZe5gyE/s1600/Saturday+Instawesome+banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://followgram.me/nikkihoyhoy" target="_blank"&gt;@nikkihoyhoy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- follow me!:
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mUmoPuaILM/T9zvAo1s19I/AAAAAAAAB0c/tGMv_7VV2TM/s1600/Saturday+InstAwesome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mUmoPuaILM/T9zvAo1s19I/AAAAAAAAB0c/tGMv_7VV2TM/s640/Saturday+InstAwesome.jpg" width="541" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Posting this super late this Saturday - but what chya gonna do when you wake up with a migraine? &amp;nbsp;Amirite?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1 - Last Saturday morning I "ran" (I use that term very loosely) the &lt;a href="http://www.multicare.org/home/sound-to-narrows" target="_blank"&gt;Sound to Narrows&lt;/a&gt; with a friend of mine. &amp;nbsp;5k in `46 minutes, a lot better than I thought I would do!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2 - Later that afternoon, my step brother and his wife came to visit from Idaho. &amp;nbsp;Of COURSE I had to update my chalkboard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3 - Dinner at &lt;a href="http://dukeschowderhouse.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dukes on Ruston Way&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;THEY HAVE THE BEST BLOODY MARYS! &amp;nbsp;It's like a liquid dinner. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, I can't say enough how much I love that place. &amp;nbsp;Go during &lt;a href="http://www.dukeschowderhouse.com/menu/happy-hour/" target="_blank"&gt;happy hour&lt;/a&gt; though, because we didnt, and I almost shat myself over the prices. &amp;nbsp;Ouchies...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4 - The view of the Puget Sound from the Dukes patio. &amp;nbsp;Such amazing scenery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5 - I GREW BOK CHOY! &amp;nbsp;AND THEY ARE HUGE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6 - Spent the afternoon with the little nephew coloring, yelling gibberish, throwing giant yoga balls at him while he's running. &amp;nbsp;Glorious fun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7 - Happy hour with friends to celebrate a Master &amp;amp; a Manager. &amp;nbsp;Also gushed about my love of this app for &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/cat-effects-draw-stamp-cats/id461572151?mt=8" target="_blank"&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.addacat.addacat&amp;amp;hl=en" target="_blank"&gt;Android&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;AND, the cat was completely appropriate, seeing as how yesterday's &lt;a href="http://www.fatmumslim.com.au/2012/05/photo-day-june-challenge-list.html" target="_blank"&gt;Photo A Day June&lt;/a&gt; was "yellow". &amp;nbsp;Drunk ass cats.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was pretty much the extent of my week. &amp;nbsp;Nothing too fun otherwise - lamesauce.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Please, for the love of all that is awesome, have a &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;FABULOUS&lt;/span&gt; weekend!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/xmxZB8cfR78" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/7633653321247898831/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=7633653321247898831" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/7633653321247898831?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/7633653321247898831?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/xmxZB8cfR78/satruday-instawesome-june-vol-2.html" title="Saturday InstAwesome: June Vol. 2" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy-VQNEWHDw/T90HqAmwq3I/AAAAAAAAB1A/4YB1tZe5gyE/s72-c/Saturday+Instawesome+banner.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/satruday-instawesome-june-vol-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDSX0-cCp7ImA9WhVaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-8863457726122005224</id><published>2012-06-15T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-15T08:32:58.358-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-15T08:32:58.358-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Taste Buds Are Loving:  Basil &amp; Spinach Pasta (vegan)</title><content type="html">In previous Taste Buds posts, I've mentioned how I've been&amp;nbsp;experimenting&amp;nbsp;with vegan recipes - and with making vegan choices when eating. &amp;nbsp;Lately in my kitchen, there have been a lot of nutritional yeast, cashews, dates, quinoa, coconut milk, and of course MANY fruits &amp;amp; veggies. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
With all the fresh, healthy foods around, I've been making better choices in my diet - and the number on my scale is happier than usual!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
But sometimes, even with all the hard work and sweat you've been dripping, you just really want to sit down with a cheesy bowl of pasta. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
So with the bounty of veggies, herbs, and nutritional yeast available at my finger tips, I quickly put together a meal for myself one evening - and of course I didn't write down any of the measurements for the ingredients. Why would I, it's not like I have a blog to maintain, right?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
So with the best my memory has to offer, I give you -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcPzQMqV63s/T9qoDxmmZxI/AAAAAAAAByw/goO3YZtGYsM/s1600/pasta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcPzQMqV63s/T9qoDxmmZxI/AAAAAAAAByw/goO3YZtGYsM/s1600/pasta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ingredients -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;pasta of your choice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I made a REALLY stupid mistake by using cheese raviolis. &amp;nbsp;Don't ask, I am blonde and have my moments. &amp;nbsp;If you feel so inclined to use the same, go for it. &amp;nbsp;Otherwise, see if you can find a vegan ravioli, or just use regular&amp;nbsp;spaghetti&amp;nbsp;noodles or rigatoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1/2 C peas&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I used frozen, but you could easily use fresh. &amp;nbsp;You know how I am - use what I have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1/2 C&amp;nbsp;olive oil
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 C spinach, chopped&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1/4 C fresh basil&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1/4 C nutritional yeast&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2 tbsp garlic, minced&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 tbsp onion powder&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;pinch of sea salt&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;go ahead and use regular salt if you don't have sea salt. &amp;nbsp;Although, I would suggest getting sea salt - it just adds a little more to a dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Instructions -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cook pasta according to directions&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When pasta is almost done, add in the peas&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Drain pasta - do not rinse pasta, as the carby water &amp;amp; heat will help form your "sauce"&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dump pasta &amp;amp; peas into a bowl, add olive oil, spinach, basil, and dry ingredients&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Mix until the pasta is covered in all the cheezy, spinachy, basily goodness&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;EAT&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wshMLpFxPwg/T9qoEWMKeoI/AAAAAAAABy4/4QDd0c2wevw/s1600/pasta2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wshMLpFxPwg/T9qoEWMKeoI/AAAAAAAABy4/4QDd0c2wevw/s1600/pasta2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
This was so easy to make on a lazy Sunday, or after a hectic weekday. &amp;nbsp;Brian, who is your typical meat &amp;amp; potatoes guy, thought the seasonings were amazing. &amp;nbsp;NEXT TIME, I won't be so stupid as to use cheese raviolis.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;What's an easy &amp;amp; fulfilling recipe you always default to when you're pressed for time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/AgUlH_eHyMY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/8863457726122005224/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=8863457726122005224" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8863457726122005224?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8863457726122005224?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/AgUlH_eHyMY/currently-my-taste-buds-are-loving.html" title="Currently, My Taste Buds Are Loving:  Basil &amp; Spinach Pasta (vegan)" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcPzQMqV63s/T9qoDxmmZxI/AAAAAAAAByw/goO3YZtGYsM/s72-c/pasta.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-taste-buds-are-loving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFQH4_eCp7ImA9WhVaFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-7398334484827609953</id><published>2012-06-13T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-13T04:00:11.040-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-13T04:00:11.040-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Eyes Are Loving: The Life I'm Given</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QPZrJ5fbGM/T9ee9XFAv-I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1vrGmM0s7Z0/s1600/eyebannerFINAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QPZrJ5fbGM/T9ee9XFAv-I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1vrGmM0s7Z0/s1600/eyebannerFINAL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The PNW is notorious for bad weather - always rainy, always grey, always cold. &amp;nbsp;Granted, it's kinda true, but we do also have (what I believe is) the best summer weather in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Not too warm. &amp;nbsp;Sunny. &amp;nbsp;Surrounded by mountains and rolling hills. &amp;nbsp;Beautiful. &amp;nbsp;And my eyes love it all - and am so appreciative of it all, as well.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCS1u3TAy4Y/T9eSPlkkdtI/AAAAAAAAArw/Q-trvLP4Qg4/s1600/d1987332b2aa11e1be6a12313820455d_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCS1u3TAy4Y/T9eSPlkkdtI/AAAAAAAAArw/Q-trvLP4Qg4/s640/d1987332b2aa11e1be6a12313820455d_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
But because of the reality of the weather, with it being dreary most of the year, it has a major affect on people's health and mentality. &amp;nbsp;Combine that with the state of financial affairs in the world today, along with the inability to find a job, and a plethora of other life concerns - many people find it too much to handle, and see last resorts by their own hands. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
This morning, while doing my usual Facebook check in, it came to my attention that a group of friends who my boyfriend is very close with had lost a very good friend of theirs - whatever it was she was going through, she felt that the only solution to her problems was suicide. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
While I did not know her personally, it has affected this group of people I know and love, along with the friends and family of her's that I've never met, and the sadness I feel for this entire situation is overwhelming. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
In high school, two members of our group of friends had taken their life - and while it may have ended their suffering of the issues they were dealt, the suffering of those who loved them will live on forever. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is so unfortunate and amazing the burden people bear, and what choices they make in how to cope. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For some, the only option they can see is to end their lives. &amp;nbsp;But by their end, starts a lifetime of sadness felt by those left behind. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
If you recognize the following behaviors in yourself, or someone you know, please contact the &lt;a href="http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/Default.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;National Suicide Prevention Lifeline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;ul style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px; margin: 20px 0px 20px 35px; padding: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talking about wanting to die or to kill oneself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looking for a way to kill oneself, such as searching online or buying a gun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talking about feeling hopeless or having no reason to live.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talking about feeling trapped or in unbearable pain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talking about being a burden to others.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Increasing the use of alcohol or drugs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acting anxious or agitated; behaving recklessly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleeping too little or too much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Withdrawing or feeling isolated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Showing rage or talking about seeking revenge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Displaying extreme mood swings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/App_Files/Media/Images/Buttons/lifelinewebbutton_125x125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/App_Files/Media/Images/Buttons/lifelinewebbutton_125x125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
In the past, I've spoken about the hotline to friends who either speak of suicide, or were concerned about someone they loved. &amp;nbsp;Each time, comments were made about how they don't think calling a stranger would be effective - &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;but it is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The person on the other end is trained to help - and also&amp;nbsp;posses&amp;nbsp;a level of understanding and compassion that can't be learned through handouts or courses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
With an honest and open (and somewhat ashamed) heart, I can say that this hotline has helped me on two separate occasions, when I felt like there was no other way. &amp;nbsp;The strangers helped me focus my depression and anxiety on the good that was in my life - and to focus on better ways to deal with my concerns over where my life was going. &amp;nbsp;To this day I still deal with a heavy amount of depression and anxiety - but I can see myself through it, and I thank the people on the other end of that 1-800 number above.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
The main reason why I started this blog was to help myself look at life a little different - to see the extra in the ordinary. &amp;nbsp;To see that even in the mundane there is beauty, and that I need to learn to gracefully accept &amp;amp; appreciate the life I'm given - even with all of it's shitty moments of doubt and despair.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtVd2JiQsiM/T9eYHZKbKkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/R_iZ3O2VFzA/s1600/ABCsofLIFE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtVd2JiQsiM/T9eYHZKbKkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/R_iZ3O2VFzA/s640/ABCsofLIFE.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
The ABC's of Life - a perfect plaque I saw while on a lunch date with someone I feel so fortunate to have in my life.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Always look at the things in life that you are grateful for - even if it's as simple as having a comfortable blanket to sleep with, or the ability to drive yourself to work. &amp;nbsp;Whatever it is, that's what matters. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You are loved. &amp;nbsp;Always ALWAYS remember that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/KOnDryP4kc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/7398334484827609953/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=7398334484827609953" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/7398334484827609953?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/7398334484827609953?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/KOnDryP4kc8/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-life-im.html" title="Currently, My Eyes Are Loving: The Life I'm Given" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QPZrJ5fbGM/T9ee9XFAv-I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1vrGmM0s7Z0/s72-c/eyebannerFINAL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-life-im.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYEQ3c4fyp7ImA9WhVaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-6657460876592978710</id><published>2012-06-12T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-12T18:15:02.937-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-12T18:15:02.937-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Ears Are Loving: Saturday Knight Fever</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07FwGI8f3E4/T9bMZH88RxI/AAAAAAAAArc/QFK2ZEWDxhc/s1600/earsbannerFINAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07FwGI8f3E4/T9bMZH88RxI/AAAAAAAAArc/QFK2ZEWDxhc/s640/earsbannerFINAL.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In an attempt to be cool like my friends by creating a list of my top 50 favorite songs, I wrote down a very rough, un-ranked list of what my ears love the most. &amp;nbsp;Now I'm sharing it with you, song by song. &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGPDBcJ8FVc/T9bMkwSLOqI/AAAAAAAAArk/3bHcOWmjZZI/s1600/d34978eab43d11e188131231381b5c25_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGPDBcJ8FVc/T9bMkwSLOqI/AAAAAAAAArk/3bHcOWmjZZI/s640/d34978eab43d11e188131231381b5c25_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
When I decided to share this song today, it&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me that even in high school, I was the person who used others to help find music I would later love. &amp;nbsp;A friend of mine, who was kind of flakey and totally strange, was very much into the music scene in the South King county. &amp;nbsp;He was part of random bands here and there, but knew a lot of local talent personally, which was awesome. &amp;nbsp;In the rare times that he and I would hang out, I'd randomly meet someone who was part of a group of friends who would later make a name for themselves in the Puget Sound.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
One night during a small house party in South Tacoma, he quickly introduced me to random attendees who casually drank their PBR (before it was oh-so-hipster...maybe), when he introduced me to a bearded fellow who looked like he could have been Asian, but was for sure a DJ of some sort with his turn table and crate of vinyl records.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Later that night, when we jumped in my 89' Ford Escort to head back to our respective homes, he put a CD in and started playing this song:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/ufumVTQvNcU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufumVTQvNcU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;




&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;




&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;




&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufumVTQvNcU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'45' by The Saturday Knights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
A couple beats into the song, I looked at him and said, "I really like this! &amp;nbsp;Who is it?" "That beardy Asian guy with the headphones I introduced you to? &amp;nbsp;He's part of this. &amp;nbsp;It's pretty fucking awesome."&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
And it was. &amp;nbsp;And still is. &amp;nbsp;This song can't ever NOT put me in a fabulous mood after listening to it - from the music, to the lyrics that make me laugh. &amp;nbsp;My love of word play is indulged through hip-hop - and this song is probably one of my favorites in that arena.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
I've yet to see them live - I heard that one of the members left a couple years ago, which is unfortunate, but seeing them in concert still remains on my bucket list. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
They make me want to dance, and that makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Have you ever&amp;nbsp;accidentally/unknowingly meet a local/large celebrity? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/qFmBEZdVS0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/6657460876592978710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=6657460876592978710" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/6657460876592978710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/6657460876592978710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/qFmBEZdVS0c/currently-my-ears-are-loving-saturday.html" title="Currently, My Ears Are Loving: Saturday Knight Fever" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07FwGI8f3E4/T9bMZH88RxI/AAAAAAAAArc/QFK2ZEWDxhc/s72-c/earsbannerFINAL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-ears-are-loving-saturday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EEQ3k_fCp7ImA9WhVaEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-6052605891028275880</id><published>2012-06-09T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-09T04:00:02.744-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-09T04:00:02.744-07:00</app:edited><title>Saturday InstAwesome: June Vol. 1</title><content type="html">My week in Instagram photos (&lt;a href="http://followgram.me/nikkihoyhoy" target="_blank"&gt;@nikkihoyhoy&lt;/a&gt; - follow me!):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcaYUz4JnVA/T9LN8FnZmEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/23Wn1ryBDRU/s1600/PicMonkey+Collage+FINAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcaYUz4JnVA/T9LN8FnZmEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/23Wn1ryBDRU/s640/PicMonkey+Collage+FINAL.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
First off - am I the last person to revel in the glory that is &lt;a href="http://www.picmonkey.com/" target="_blank"&gt;PicMonkey&lt;/a&gt;? &amp;nbsp;I LOVE IT.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
The photos are in no order of when they were taken - because I got lazy today. &amp;nbsp;Meh.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - Brian and I getting sucked into the falsehood of winning a plush prize at the Spanaway Marketplace.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;a href="http://trapperssushi.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Trapper's Sushi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with Brian &amp;amp; his itty bitty Japanese grandma on Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;The Barackade roll - &amp;nbsp;I want it in my mouth at all times. &amp;nbsp;Nothing weird about that, at all.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; - Run today ended at &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Northern-Pacific-Coffee-Company-NPCC/167740459948412" target="_blank"&gt;Northern Pacific Coffee Co.&lt;/a&gt; here in Parkland. &amp;nbsp;Iced coffee, fancy bagel, Weekly Volcano, and I was happy.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; - The chalkboard at &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Northern-Pacific-Coffee-Company-NPCC/167740459948412" target="_blank"&gt;Northern Pacific Coffee Co.&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;A couple weeks ago it was a giant octopus!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; - Cats doing what they do best - sleeping on the clean clothes that I pile on the bed every morning with grand intentions of folding &amp;amp; putting them away. &amp;nbsp;Alas, they all get shoved onto the floor by bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.tacomafarmersmarket.com/markets/sixth-ave-market.php" target="_blank"&gt;6th Ave Farmers Market&lt;/a&gt; has many great vendors - one in particular a friend of mine helps with. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/icecreamsocialcart" target="_blank"&gt;Ice Cream Social&lt;/a&gt; is a little cart filled with delicious, home-made ice cream - along with vegan options! &amp;nbsp;I chose the coconut dark chocolate because I'm coo-coo for coconuts &amp;amp; cocoa! &amp;nbsp;For realzies, I could live off coconut and chocolate &lt;b&gt;FOREVA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt; - My step brother and his wife are coming into town for the weekend, so I decided to REALLY clean the house. &amp;nbsp;I even vacuumed and dusted! &amp;nbsp;Like, whoa. &amp;nbsp;Now I want the house this way at all times. &amp;nbsp;But that's so much woooorrrrrrrrrrrrk...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; -&amp;nbsp;Impromptu&amp;nbsp;date night with Brian at &lt;a href="http://harmonbrewingco.com/taproom/" target="_blank"&gt;The Tap Room&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And, I repeat, BBQ chicken pizza is RIDIC!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt; - A dress I found at Goodwill that I have yet to go back to see if it's still there. &amp;nbsp;Tag line for the photo on Instagram, "Why am I not on Mad Men?!?! &amp;nbsp;Oh, wait...because I'm not Christina Hendricks. &amp;nbsp;Duh. &amp;nbsp;And I can't act. &amp;nbsp;Double duh."&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;And&lt;/b&gt; because I failed at posting my recipe for veggie burgers yesterday, I suggest you go and make this - &lt;a href="http://thetolerantvegan.com/2011/06/baked-salt-and-vinegar-potato-wedges/" target="_blank"&gt;baked salt &amp;amp; vinegar potato wedges&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;- because I have been OBSESSED with them all week. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow I'm running the &lt;a href="http://www.multicare.org/home/sound-to-narrows" target="_blank"&gt;Sound to Narrows 5k&lt;/a&gt; with a great friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Let's hope I don't pass out and die 10 steps in!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Have a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;FABULOUS&lt;/span&gt; weekend! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/AXsdIyWB9kg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/6052605891028275880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=6052605891028275880" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/6052605891028275880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/6052605891028275880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/AXsdIyWB9kg/saturday-instawesome-june-vol-1.html" title="Saturday InstAwesome: June Vol. 1" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcaYUz4JnVA/T9LN8FnZmEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/23Wn1ryBDRU/s72-c/PicMonkey+Collage+FINAL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/saturday-instawesome-june-vol-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMSX08cSp7ImA9WhVaFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-8916476277930060639</id><published>2012-06-06T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-13T20:04:48.379-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-13T20:04:48.379-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Eyes Are Loving: Waterfront Walk Date Nights</title><content type="html">Sundays are usually reserved for Brian and I to spend time together. &amp;nbsp;He works late most days, including Saturday, so it's rare when we have an entire day together. &amp;nbsp;While this past Sunday we didn't spend the entire day together, after a much needed nap, we had an impromptu date night - which we haven't done in a long while. &amp;nbsp;Couldn't resist taking pictures of all I saw to document such a fun evening!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhrRSEoEfUs/T88VAJXWY_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/k-7ZMy6IRnM/s1600/PicMonkey+Collage.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhrRSEoEfUs/T88VAJXWY_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/k-7ZMy6IRnM/s640/PicMonkey+Collage.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
We started out with a really relaxing, and mildly entertaining, walk down the &lt;a href="https://maps.google.com/maps?q=ruston+way+tacoma&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=0x5490548a659b4c4b:0x528fda08a66e0134,Ruston+Way,+Tacoma,+WA&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;ei=iRbPT7uPO9S-2AXYwcXcDA&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;ved=0CBkQ8gEwAQ" target="_blank"&gt;Ruston Way&lt;/a&gt; waterfront here in Tacoma. &amp;nbsp;It has a beautiful view of the Puget Sound, with&amp;nbsp;locally&amp;nbsp;owned restaurants lining the shore - my favorite being &lt;a href="http://www.dukeschowderhouse.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dukes Chowder House&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;If you're ever in Tacoma, it's a must try!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The beaches in the Puget Sound aren't the sandy beaches most people think of - it's a lot of rocks and drift wood. &amp;nbsp;Pretty, but for sure hard to walk on. &amp;nbsp;But, it gave me an opportunity to do some Heart Rock hunting! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tacoma may not be the most beautiful city at first glance - it's not called the Gritty City for nothing - but there are little bits everywhere that, together, make Tacoma fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdagsCQFW6M/T88VFJhd9cI/AAAAAAAAAow/OVx7hPLqCfk/s1600/PicMonkey+Collage2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdagsCQFW6M/T88VFJhd9cI/AAAAAAAAAow/OVx7hPLqCfk/s640/PicMonkey+Collage2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
After playing SCUBA STEEEVE with the diver launch area, we drove up to have dinner at my favorite place to eat during the summer - &lt;a href="http://harmonbrewingco.com/taproom/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;THE TAP ROOM&lt;/a&gt;! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Harmon is a Tacoma brewery that owns three restaurants - &lt;a href="http://harmonbrewingco.com/brewery_eatery.html" target="_blank"&gt;Harmon in downtown Tacoma&lt;/a&gt;, which is their original brewery; &lt;a href="http://harmonbrewingco.com/hub/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Hub&lt;/a&gt;, that was their second eatery that has a very bright and easy feel to it; and finally The Tap Room, which is their 3rd restaurant and second brew room, located in the bottom half of The Hub. &amp;nbsp;The Tap Room offers a more rugged feel, with long community tables in their beer garden, and a game area in the back. &amp;nbsp;Unlike The Hub, who offers thin crust pizza, The Tap Room has thick crust pizza that makes me the happiest person E.V.E.R! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
The BBQ chicken pizza is ridic. &amp;nbsp;Totes ridic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/ftPf408Vr10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/8916476277930060639/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=8916476277930060639" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8916476277930060639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8916476277930060639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/ftPf408Vr10/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-waterfront.html" title="Currently, My Eyes Are Loving: Waterfront Walk Date Nights" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhrRSEoEfUs/T88VAJXWY_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/k-7ZMy6IRnM/s72-c/PicMonkey+Collage.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-waterfront.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNRH09eyp7ImA9WhVbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-8427873777293464312</id><published>2012-06-05T15:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-05T15:29:55.363-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-05T15:29:55.363-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Ears Are Loving: "Willie" by Cat Power</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A few months back on a trip through Portland with two of the best people I know, they talked about a little project they were working on with some other members in a group of friends. &amp;nbsp;Their goal was to condense a life's worth of music into a list of 50 favorites. &amp;nbsp;Some attempted to organize the list from favorite -&amp;gt; most favorite -&amp;gt; absolutely the #1 favorite song ever - a task that seems so daunting and impossible to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VK6ypiIt3JQ/T86FzDXDYSI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zCQibXX5kW4/s1600/songs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VK6ypiIt3JQ/T86FzDXDYSI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zCQibXX5kW4/s1600/songs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Being that I've never been a person who paid all too much attention to music - mostly just being surrounded by it and always having it around - it made me think about what songs would make my list? &amp;nbsp;Could I even imagine up songs that have made an impact on my life? &amp;nbsp;When faced with something as grand as a list of top 50 greatest songs of my life, my mind went blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But then I remembered this song, and I smiled, because even though I don't remember the actual moment I heard this song, its still one that I know I could never live without listening to. &amp;nbsp;When I get bored of the radio or what's playing on Pandora, I look this up on YouTube and all is right with the world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Willie" by Cat Power&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/oFU6sKjWFtk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFU6sKjWFtk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;

&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;

&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;

&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFU6sKjWFtk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Per usual, it's a song that has a jazzy, moody tone to it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Charlyn Marie Marshall's rough &amp;amp; beautiful voice that I always seem to be attracted to. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Prompted by my friend's trip through music memory lane, I started to write down songs I would hear randomly that I have a strong connection to - either through a life experience or just through how I feel when I hear it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Tunes for Tuesday. &amp;nbsp;I think I like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you be able to create a top 50 of your most beloved songs? &amp;nbsp;Off the top of your head, what is one that you would include?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/pEa5td-cP8Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/8427873777293464312/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=8427873777293464312" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8427873777293464312?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8427873777293464312?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/pEa5td-cP8Y/currently-my-ears-are-loving-willie-by.html" title="Currently, My Ears Are Loving: &quot;Willie&quot; by Cat Power" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VK6ypiIt3JQ/T86FzDXDYSI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zCQibXX5kW4/s72-c/songs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-ears-are-loving-willie-by.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEESXg4cCp7ImA9WhVbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-1165644946828101471</id><published>2012-06-04T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-04T04:00:08.638-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-04T04:00:08.638-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Imagination Is Loving: Real Estate Stalking - Seattle</title><content type="html">From the beginning of forever, all I wanted to be when I grew up was a real estate agent, with a side job in home decoration/real estate staging. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what it is about homes that just gets me all shades of excited. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Brian and I worked with our real estate agent to find our home, we looked over SO MANY listings. &amp;nbsp;She sent us email after email with homes that just didn't quite fit.&amp;nbsp;No reflection on her, but the home we're in now is actually one that I had found online that she had brushed off initially, thinking that it wasn't a fit for us - which obviously ended up not being the case!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even with our home purchased and settled into, when I get bored, I hop on real estate websites for various areas to see what homes they have to offer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The other day my alter-ego was being a successful business woman working in Seattle, with an endless amount of money to purchase a home. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that faux-life, I found this little condo on Harvard St in the vibrant, and my most favorite part of Seattle, Capitol Hill neighborhood:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XlsOunxkx1A/T8xSqHSkFhI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ijYNMZwvRyM/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XlsOunxkx1A/T8xSqHSkFhI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ijYNMZwvRyM/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source - &lt;a href="http://www.johnlscott.com/propertydetail.aspx?IS=1&amp;amp;ListingID=301299547" target="_blank"&gt;John L Scott website search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let me start with this amazing rooftop view&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BIMv54BcLqs/T8xSNv-UxEI/AAAAAAAAAmE/mb3Asm4q0CY/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BIMv54BcLqs/T8xSNv-UxEI/AAAAAAAAAmE/mb3Asm4q0CY/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello little Space Needle!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfuID8ZWpJg/T8xSacJXX5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/77paH8otl1k/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfuID8ZWpJg/T8xSacJXX5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/77paH8otl1k/s640/2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right?! &amp;nbsp;Oh my goodness, I DIE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The interior is pretty great, too&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7Ah9uvMxZE/T8xSqmuxUgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/8hvTRjAEaGY/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7Ah9uvMxZE/T8xSqmuxUgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/8hvTRjAEaGY/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2616QdqcAeg/T8xSrE42WcI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mnoeEuRmVZQ/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2616QdqcAeg/T8xSrE42WcI/AAAAAAAAAmk/mnoeEuRmVZQ/s640/5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ly2ttrIuOww/T8xSrYSHnzI/AAAAAAAAAms/ODDEa8bSIUI/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="406" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ly2ttrIuOww/T8xSrYSHnzI/AAAAAAAAAms/ODDEa8bSIUI/s640/6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While the interior is a little too plane-Jane-modern for my taste, it's simple enough to where it can be updated easily to any style - really, I think only the kitchen would need some work. &amp;nbsp;Otherwise, the rest of the condo is just about putting in your own furniture to add some character.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again, though...like...seriously, that damn rooftop view! &amp;nbsp;I am a person who greatly values outdoor living space. &amp;nbsp;Even though the weather here in the PNW is usually rainy or gloomy, it is so great to have a great deck or patio to thoroughly enjoy those few days of the year where the weather cannot compare to anywhere else - it truly is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;This condo could be yours for pocket-change at&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;$1,395,000.00.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, when am I winning the Lotto???

&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/bQEHCkz24Eo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/1165644946828101471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=1165644946828101471" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/1165644946828101471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/1165644946828101471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/bQEHCkz24Eo/currently-my-imagination-is-loving-real.html" title="Currently, My Imagination Is Loving: Real Estate Stalking - Seattle" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XlsOunxkx1A/T8xSqHSkFhI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ijYNMZwvRyM/s72-c/3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/06/currently-my-imagination-is-loving-real.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBQH84eyp7ImA9WhVbE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-2368542784371100480</id><published>2012-05-30T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T10:37:31.133-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-30T10:37:31.133-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Eyes Are Loving: Rest</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Being the person I am, my days end up being a mini&amp;nbsp;roller coaster&amp;nbsp;of emotions. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ups and downs. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Highs and lows. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
This past weekend was no different. &amp;nbsp;The weather was splendid - sunny without being &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; hot. &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed time working in the garden, taking trips to Goodwill, spending time with friends while burning things, drinking whiskey, playing around with the greatest little boy, and getting two days straight with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Which is all very very great and happy! &amp;nbsp;I would never want to trade those moments. &amp;nbsp;But with every happiness comes doubt, questions, concern. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVZIpDR2Oak/T8XYcgOyn6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9j70ijqpO_o/s1600/run.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVZIpDR2Oak/T8XYcgOyn6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9j70ijqpO_o/s1600/run.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
My decision to quit my job was not one I took lightly. &amp;nbsp;By no means do I consider myself above anyone else or some sort of transcendent thinker. &amp;nbsp;The position made me miserable, and I didn't want to deal with it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's always been a dream of mine to work in a field that allows me to manage myself, where I have freedom. I believe that if the work is done, and done well, then my time should be my own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet it seems that life doesn't want me to take that route. &amp;nbsp;This weekend, on a personal/internal level, I was faced with many moments of having to review my ideals, my goals, my life. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And those many moments I felt disappointed that things aren't working out the way I wished. &amp;nbsp;I felt guilt that I've practically forced Brian to be in a position where the financial burden is completely on him - regardless of how much ownership and pride he's taken in the position. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ea2xfU20osY/T8XW5HyZMnI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cJrJqP1ExC0/s1600/bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ea2xfU20osY/T8XW5HyZMnI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cJrJqP1ExC0/s1600/bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sunday night was probably when I felt the tremendous weight of all the emotions running through me, trying to maintain my appreciation for the fact that I'm even able to make the &lt;b&gt;choice&lt;/b&gt; of not working. &amp;nbsp;Yet I emotionally collapsed this weekend and spent many moments crying, begging to be given some sign of what I should be doing. &amp;nbsp;My heart hurts because I've been measuring my value based on how much money I make. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday, in another one of my temper-tantrum type of moods, Brian and I went for a run. &amp;nbsp;He went his pace, and I went mine. &amp;nbsp;In that time, I felt like it was a reflection on life - others will find their purpose or reach their goals sooner than some.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's whatever, it's life. &amp;nbsp;It's something you can't control. &amp;nbsp;Which sucks for a control freak like me, but ultimately it's worse to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTweeAur1Vo/T8Xhp4aNuQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/VHt1Zy3PBq0/s1600/sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTweeAur1Vo/T8Xhp4aNuQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/VHt1Zy3PBq0/s1600/sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today I awoke with the understanding of this. &amp;nbsp;That there are very few things I can control - so I cleaned the kitchen, dressed for a run, watered the plants. &amp;nbsp;Yet, with what plans I had made in my head, life took control and I found myself spending a really wonderful afternoon with a friend who I feel so&amp;nbsp;grateful&amp;nbsp;for having. &amp;nbsp;Then I received some information from another friend about new opportunities. &amp;nbsp;And to top it all off, I received an email from a customer who purchased a brass bull from my Etsy shop for his wife's birthday, with a photo attached of his wife holding the bull, with their two sons. &amp;nbsp;He said that she really enjoyed it, and thanked me for selling it to him - which made me cry from how wonderful the message was!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's these things that keep me going. &amp;nbsp;That keep me hopeful. &amp;nbsp;That rest my weary mind a bit from the worries and doubts and concerns. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The remainder of the week, I'm going to take a break from writing in exchange for updating the blog design, and focus on some other things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How do you best manage the doubts &amp;amp; stresses of your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/4I_NYMaf7OA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/2368542784371100480/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=2368542784371100480" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/2368542784371100480?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/2368542784371100480?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/4I_NYMaf7OA/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-rest.html" title="Currently, My Eyes Are Loving: Rest" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVZIpDR2Oak/T8XYcgOyn6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9j70ijqpO_o/s72-c/run.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-rest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNSX0-cSp7ImA9WhVbE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-6979146265104086990</id><published>2012-05-29T12:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T12:36:38.359-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-29T12:36:38.359-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Ears Are Loving: "Sweet Child Of Mine"</title><content type="html">Hope everyone had an enjoyable weekend! &amp;nbsp;Mine wasn't anything super amazing - just lots of gardening, food eating, and beers to be had. &amp;nbsp;Last night I had decided to skip today's post, because I couldn't think of anything to write about. &amp;nbsp;Then, while cleaning the kitchen and listening to my usual KZOK, Guns &amp;amp; Roses' "Sweet Child Of Mine" came on, and I felt compelled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guns &amp;amp; Roses is one of those cliche bands that people either really love or really hate - I have a strange love/hate relationship with them. &amp;nbsp;Can't stand who they are as a band, but have always really enjoyed their songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another element to my strained love for the band represents my relationship with my father - a man with a very troubled mind who made terrible choices, yet had many moments of being such an amazing father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After my parents split, there were a lot of wrong doings on his part; things that would probably end a father/daughter relationship for eternity. &amp;nbsp;Yet, a couple great memories I had with him, where we're just driving around the local forests or heading to the park along a river to feed the ducks, all involve this song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While perhaps the original meaning of the song is different than how my dad interpreted it, he sang it to me and always said that if he could write a song for me, this would be it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/P-AYAv0IoWI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-AYAv0IoWI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;
&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;
&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-AYAv0IoWI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moments like those made me realize that he understood and regretted the way his mind functioned, and to this day he has fleeting moments of clarity - where I'll get a phone call apologizing for being the way he is. &amp;nbsp;And it breaks my heart. &amp;nbsp;But regardless of how infrequent we interact or talk, we'll always have this song. &amp;nbsp;And I'll always know that he does truly love me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jaden Smith has "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WamkRSDeD8" target="_blank"&gt;Just The Two Of Us&lt;/a&gt;"; I have Guns &amp;amp; Roses. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Kick ass.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/fi9cz4uqsBc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/6979146265104086990/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=6979146265104086990" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/6979146265104086990?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/6979146265104086990?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/fi9cz4uqsBc/currently-my-ears-are-loving-sweet.html" title="Currently, My Ears Are Loving: &quot;Sweet Child Of Mine&quot;" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/currently-my-ears-are-loving-sweet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYDR3w_fSp7ImA9WhVbEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-743925052949130344</id><published>2012-05-27T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-27T11:09:36.245-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-27T11:09:36.245-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Heart Is Loving:  Freedom</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1Wxq7ErDz4/T8JqcnrT_GI/AAAAAAAAAj8/d_w8nFeGVvY/s1600/capmem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1Wxq7ErDz4/T8JqcnrT_GI/AAAAAAAAAj8/d_w8nFeGVvY/s640/capmem.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrhipp.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dan Hipp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
To those celebrating the extended Memorial Day weekend with beer, BBQ and bonfires, take a moment to recognize that without the&amp;nbsp;sacrifices&amp;nbsp;made by our military&amp;nbsp;service-people&amp;nbsp;- present &amp;amp; past - we would not have a Memorial Day, nor basic freedoms that we (myself included) take for granted on many occasions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;To the soldiers who have given their all to allow me to live my life freely - thank you, from the depths of my heart. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/ep3yy075lyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/743925052949130344/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=743925052949130344" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/743925052949130344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/743925052949130344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/ep3yy075lyI/currently-my-heart-is-loving-freedom.html" title="Currently, My Heart Is Loving:  Freedom" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1Wxq7ErDz4/T8JqcnrT_GI/AAAAAAAAAj8/d_w8nFeGVvY/s72-c/capmem.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/currently-my-heart-is-loving-freedom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEEQHc9cSp7ImA9WhVbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-5531204925532599510</id><published>2012-05-26T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-26T07:30:01.969-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-26T07:30:01.969-07:00</app:edited><title>Saturday InstAwesome: 19-25MAY</title><content type="html">My week in Instagram photos (&lt;a href="http://followgram.me/nikkihoyhoy" target="_blank"&gt;@nikkihoyhoy&lt;/a&gt; - follow me!):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0vGGEEAS9w/T8BzAOsFnFI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AIx_08_wtu4/s1600/19-25MAY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0vGGEEAS9w/T8BzAOsFnFI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AIx_08_wtu4/s640/19-25MAY.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.multicare.org/home/sound-to-narrows" target="_blank"&gt;Signed up for a local 5k run/walk.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
There will probably be more walking than running, on my part.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Mmmmm...extra dark chocolate and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
dried cranberries for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
It's been cold and rainy - coconut chai and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
local honey warmed me up!&lt;/div&gt;
Discounted discontinued wine...don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Drinking purchased discounted discontinued wine,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and grilling up mushrooms &amp;amp; banana peppers!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Updating the blog a little - hopefully I'll be finished tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
If you have Google Chrome,&amp;nbsp;I suggest you check out &lt;a href="http://advanced.aviary.com/tools/image-editor" target="_blank"&gt;Aviary Image Editor&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(an app you can download). &amp;nbsp;It functions just like Photoshop &amp;amp; is free. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure if it has all the same super bells-and-whistles,&amp;nbsp;but it's been working brilliantly for me so far. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;For those celebrating during the extended Memorial Day weekend, keep say and remember why we're celebrating. &amp;nbsp;For anyone else, hope the weekend is treating you wonderfully! &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/XQjuWMVHa28" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/5531204925532599510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=5531204925532599510" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/5531204925532599510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/5531204925532599510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/XQjuWMVHa28/saturday-instawesome-19-25may.html" title="Saturday InstAwesome: 19-25MAY" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0vGGEEAS9w/T8BzAOsFnFI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AIx_08_wtu4/s72-c/19-25MAY.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/saturday-instawesome-19-25may.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UFQXY8fSp7ImA9WhVUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-8665813208699029250</id><published>2012-05-25T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T16:40:10.875-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-25T16:40:10.875-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Taste Buds Are Loving: Home Made Pesto (Vegan)</title><content type="html">Cooking is a hobby of mine. &amp;nbsp;Actually, to better put it: food is a passion of mine. &amp;nbsp;While I may not know how to eloquently describe the taste of a certain fruit, or know how to properly execute a French cooking technique - I still love the crap out of food. &amp;nbsp;Combine that with my love of learning, and you've got one chubby lady here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUWQK7aFSxc/T77OH_3PUhI/AAAAAAAAAis/Jc57rGBuQ1Q/s1600/basil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUWQK7aFSxc/T77OH_3PUhI/AAAAAAAAAis/Jc57rGBuQ1Q/s640/basil.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Living along the Pacific Coast has exposed me to many different cuisines and food-stuffs that it's almost sad when I hear of someone who's never tried (or like) something that I can't get enough of. &amp;nbsp;For instance, sushi. &amp;nbsp;Sure, I'll go to the&amp;nbsp;conveyor-belt sushi to get some deep-fried fancy roll, but bottom line - I go IN-SANE for raw fish. &amp;nbsp;Whenever Brian and I go to &lt;a href="http://www.gariofsushi.net/" target="_blank"&gt;our favorite sushi place here in Tacoma&lt;/a&gt;, and I put that cold cut of raw salmon on my tongue - let's just say that I live out one of the &lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c131/knowL_goonie/gifs/harry.gif" target="_blank"&gt;greatest scenes&lt;/a&gt; from my most favoritest movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_69H2zD4Tw/T77OJ9mLh1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/DP1qFUk0kFQ/s1600/olive+oil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_69H2zD4Tw/T77OJ9mLh1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/DP1qFUk0kFQ/s640/olive+oil.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;It would be embarrassing if I wasn't so consumed with the amount of awesome stuck between two chop sticks. &amp;nbsp;Goodness...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...excuse me while I compose myself for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zdEmLQq_yeI/T77OJEiq53I/AAAAAAAAAjE/ZeQn_bZlXms/s1600/nutritional+yeaste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zdEmLQq_yeI/T77OJEiq53I/AAAAAAAAAjE/ZeQn_bZlXms/s640/nutritional+yeaste.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I was saying, I love food. &amp;nbsp;And because of this love of food, I am always very interested in different styles of cooking, diets, and products.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PK5J2kTVClc/T77OI3S7NBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/TuJVZbjtTCQ/s1600/garlic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PK5J2kTVClc/T77OI3S7NBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/TuJVZbjtTCQ/s640/garlic.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Currently, I've been very interested in maintaining a diet rich in plants, and eliminating eggs and animal milk - &amp;nbsp;which has powered my deep interest in &lt;i&gt;vegan cooking&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I say &lt;i&gt;vegan cooking&lt;/i&gt;, because I do believe that being a vegan (animal rights/eco-centered) is different than eating a vegan diet (health-centered).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfYPG7MBEKk/T77OKZZdKVI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ozx-npkzkBQ/s1600/sea+salt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfYPG7MBEKk/T77OKZZdKVI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ozx-npkzkBQ/s640/sea+salt.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
In my vast amount of free time, being unemployed and all, I've been able to research alternatives to commonly used animal products, and came across a couple recipes for vegan pesto. &amp;nbsp;Pesto, in it's traditional form, is not complicated at all - consisting of olive oil, lots of delicious basil, pine nuts, and grated parmigiano-reggiano cheese. &amp;nbsp;What always threw me off was how to replace the grated cheese with something that could offer the same&amp;nbsp;consistency and cheesy flavor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyfiVNDAh0c/T77OIUqDh1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/FJadEkYBlD8/s1600/cashews.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyfiVNDAh0c/T77OIUqDh1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/FJadEkYBlD8/s640/cashews.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Enter in - soaked cashews. &amp;nbsp;When soaked for a couple minutes or overnight, the cashews&amp;nbsp;absorb some of&amp;nbsp;the water to soften, while still maintaining a slightly crunchy and firm consistency. &amp;nbsp;Like that of firm cheese! &amp;nbsp;Brilliant! &amp;nbsp;Combine that with some cheesy-tasting nutritional yeast, and you've got somethin' goin' on!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2huXMpO3pw/T7666mZJ_qI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qs0lDzdIX_Y/s1600/pesto+recipe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2huXMpO3pw/T7666mZJ_qI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qs0lDzdIX_Y/s640/pesto+recipe.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vegan Pesto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;
&lt;u style="text-align: left;"&gt;What you'll need:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2 C fresh basil&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;nutritional yeast&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1/2 C olive oil&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 C cashews&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1/2 C reserved cashew water&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;garlic&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;sea salt&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;u&gt;What you'll do:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Soak cashews in warm water for 10 minutes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Blend together the basil, nutritional yeast (to taste), and olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Add cashews with 1/2 of the water reserved from soaking, garlic (to taste), and a pinch of sea salt&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Blend until well combined.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-we-_Tq1pTsc/T77Ns0ndIkI/AAAAAAAAAic/AIyu9c6CnPc/s1600/blend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-we-_Tq1pTsc/T77Ns0ndIkI/AAAAAAAAAic/AIyu9c6CnPc/s640/blend.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is seriously yummy! &amp;nbsp;This afternoon I had some of it with whole wheat pasta and mushrooms. &amp;nbsp;Next time, I think I'll add some kalamata olives! &amp;nbsp;Man, do I love kalamata olives...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu4j52G1l20/T77N1KegH6I/AAAAAAAAAik/6guuzSJe9uc/s1600/serve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu4j52G1l20/T77N1KegH6I/AAAAAAAAAik/6guuzSJe9uc/s640/serve.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This weekend, I suggest you make this. &amp;nbsp;Even if you're not vegan, this pesto is refreshing and rich and delicious and...JUST GO MAKE IT! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Do you enjoy experimenting with new foods and cooking styles? &amp;nbsp;What's a food you absolutely love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/9hVy9zjTIjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/8665813208699029250/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=8665813208699029250" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8665813208699029250?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/8665813208699029250?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/9hVy9zjTIjQ/currently-my-taste-buds-are-loving-home.html" title="Currently, My Taste Buds Are Loving: Home Made Pesto (Vegan)" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUWQK7aFSxc/T77OH_3PUhI/AAAAAAAAAis/Jc57rGBuQ1Q/s72-c/basil.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/currently-my-taste-buds-are-loving-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFSX4_eCp7ImA9WhVUGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-7965254632369604521</id><published>2012-05-24T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T16:36:58.040-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-24T16:36:58.040-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Nose Is Loving: Peppermint Soap &amp; Orange Peel - Ant Spray/Cleaning Spray</title><content type="html">We have a problem. &amp;nbsp;They're tiny, brown, and are creeping me out. &amp;nbsp;They're ants. &amp;nbsp;It started out with a couple here and there on the kitchen floor, to finding 8 on the kitchen floor along the cabinet&amp;nbsp;shoe-kicks, to opening a bottom cabinet where I store bulk items and finding a large group of them feasting on a box of saltine crackers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That is not acceptable!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In my home, I do my best to keep things natural and cheap. &amp;nbsp;So extermination was not the answer - we have two cats we'd have to find a temporary home for while the fumes&amp;nbsp;dissipate, and the 4 exterminators I received quotes from were looking at $150+/per month for &lt;b&gt;6 months&lt;/b&gt;...what?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I looked online, and found many recommendations that peppermint castile soap and water in a spray bottle helps not only kill the ants you find, but also deters others from following the scent path left behind. &amp;nbsp;So down to the store I went, picked up a $12 bottle of Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap in peppermint, and went on my merry way killing ants. &amp;nbsp;And it worked! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6H-V9Rhqye8/T77CxKpEcmI/AAAAAAAAAho/bZL2CXlFik8/s1600/92d98946a5f411e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6H-V9Rhqye8/T77CxKpEcmI/AAAAAAAAAho/bZL2CXlFik8/s400/92d98946a5f411e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natural Peppermint Soap Ant Spray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3 tablespoons of peppermint scented pure-castile soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1 C warm water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Combine in an empty spray bottle. &amp;nbsp;Spray directly onto ants as you find them, or spray along paths the ants are following, window sills, doorways, and foot-boards. &amp;nbsp;Safe to use around animals and children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only downside: because the soap is such a high concentration, it left the floors sticky, and when I went to mop, suds would be EVERYWHERE. &amp;nbsp;And no matter how much I mopped the floor, it still remained sticky to the touch, which would hold onto anything that might have fallen onto the floor, which in turn attracted ants &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Son of a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again, being the resourceful/natural/cheap person I am, I went to the store, got a giant $2 bottle of vinegar, and came home with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMpsms6O10w/T77DozcCndI/AAAAAAAAAh4/liJNqfa5770/s1600/c4b27742a5f511e1abd612313810100a_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMpsms6O10w/T77DozcCndI/AAAAAAAAAh4/liJNqfa5770/s400/c4b27742a5f511e1abd612313810100a_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natural Orange Scented Vinegar Cleaning Spray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1 part distilled white vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2 part water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;zest of 1 medium orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Combine ingredients in an empty spray bottle - ratio of vinegar to water dependent on size of bottle. &amp;nbsp;Use on floors, counters, and other kitchen/bathroom surfaces. &amp;nbsp;Safe to use around animals and children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The vinegar deactivates the sudsy soap, so I could spray down the peppermint soap along the baseboards and cabinets, then when I'm ready to mop the floors, spray down a mixture of vinegar &amp;amp; water, and I'd mop away - no problems. &amp;nbsp;Added bonus - the vinegar smell deters ants, also. &amp;nbsp;Double winning!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Take it a step further by adding orange zest to the bottle of vinegar water to make things smell even better.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOXIDzSdFno/T77DydjWifI/AAAAAAAAAiI/tabvuQtoR_E/s1600/b681586ea5f511e1b00112313800c5e4_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOXIDzSdFno/T77DydjWifI/AAAAAAAAAiI/tabvuQtoR_E/s400/b681586ea5f511e1b00112313800c5e4_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Peppermint and orange - mmmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5z7OyVEbQ4/T77D4rf0fBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YTegRYjCHE8/s1600/eb62d8dca5f511e18bb812313804a181_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5z7OyVEbQ4/T77D4rf0fBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YTegRYjCHE8/s400/eb62d8dca5f511e18bb812313804a181_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Have you ever experienced ants in your home, and found a great working natural solution? &amp;nbsp;Do you use natural cleaning products in your home?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/l_PHFuuh_wI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/7965254632369604521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=7965254632369604521" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/7965254632369604521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/7965254632369604521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/l_PHFuuh_wI/currently-my-nose-is-loving-peppermint.html" title="Currently, My Nose Is Loving: Peppermint Soap &amp; Orange Peel - Ant Spray/Cleaning Spray" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6H-V9Rhqye8/T77CxKpEcmI/AAAAAAAAAho/bZL2CXlFik8/s72-c/92d98946a5f411e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/currently-my-nose-is-loving-peppermint.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQ3g5eSp7ImA9WhVUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-619552053173092151</id><published>2012-05-23T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T07:30:02.621-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-23T07:30:02.621-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Eyes Are Loving:  Fancy Fabric Lamp Shades</title><content type="html">Over the weekend I posted on Instagram (&lt;a href="http://followgram.me/nikkihoyhoy" target="_blank"&gt;@nikkihoyhoy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- follow me!) and on a blog post a photo of two lamps I purchased at Goodwill last week for $8 - here's the photo again:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVx1I8hwPeg/T7meM4eH6bI/AAAAAAAAAes/sv-FcVEVPaE/s1600/lamps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVx1I8hwPeg/T7meM4eH6bI/AAAAAAAAAes/sv-FcVEVPaE/s1600/lamps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
The lamps are made of some sort of plastic/silicon in a taupe/beige/gray tone that I really enjoy. &amp;nbsp;The thought of spray painting them crossed my mind, but then I started looking on Spoonflower for fabric to cover lampshades in, and I think I'll keep them as-is.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
For the lampshade shape, I think that a tall and slender drum shade would work best - as to not distract too much from the bamboo details of the lamps:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.universaldistributingllc.com/is/image/00107.fpx?qlt=80&amp;amp;wid=320&amp;amp;hei=320&amp;amp;fit=constrain&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://image.universaldistributingllc.com/is/image/00107.fpx?qlt=80&amp;amp;wid=320&amp;amp;hei=320&amp;amp;fit=constrain&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://everylampshade.com/"&gt;everylampshade.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
For the past couple months I've been maintaining a board on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/nikkinoodle/i-heart-fabric/" target="_blank"&gt;my Pinterest dedicated to fabrics&lt;/a&gt;, since I've been looking to recover the pillows on our couch. &amp;nbsp;So I started there for some inspiration. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xn17cPlKzOc/T7mhv9OTgTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KrUzJTzSukE/s1600/pinfabric.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xn17cPlKzOc/T7mhv9OTgTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KrUzJTzSukE/s640/pinfabric.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/nikkinoodle/i-heart-fabric/"&gt;http://pinterest.com/nikkinoodle/i-heart-fabric/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- follow my boards!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
When decorating my own home, I'm not a fan of limiting my color options to 2 or 3 colors - I feel like it's too constricting and makes a home, while put-together looking, &amp;nbsp;a little too show-roomy and not lived in. &amp;nbsp;But, I intend on reselling these lamps, so I want to find a fabric that I believe would help the lamps sell.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
With that in mind, I believe that with these lamp shades, I'm either going to maintain my stance on more-color-is-better, or go the exact opposite by keeping things super minimal. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to Spoonflower, my fabric options are almost endless, and very unique:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U6Xn-wWAFw/T7xz6mrKAtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/V9EyqpPKQ4o/s1600/BOLD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="556" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U6Xn-wWAFw/T7xz6mrKAtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/V9EyqpPKQ4o/s640/BOLD.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
1 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/276702" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;C'EST LA VIV™ ARGYLE &amp;amp; DIAMOND COLLECTION_DIAMONDS BY C'EST LA VIV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
2 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/839048" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;CESTLAVIV_CHEVRON_YELLOWORANGE BY C'EST LA VIV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
3 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/690081" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;EMERALD IKAT by DOMESTICATE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
4 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/433715" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;PARIS PEONIES by cynthiafrenette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
5 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/176597" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;STRIPES! by sammyk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
6 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/684001" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;ZIG ZAG by katherinecodega&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
These options have pattern, bold color, and in almost all cases, use many different colors. &amp;nbsp;My personal favorite is option 4 - I think the yellow background would work well against the color of the lamps as they are now, and the print isn't "too much" (if there's even such a thing!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Next up:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GidNBlVwFMo/T7x0BbRSSkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3gG1GWINK0s/s1600/SIMPLE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="582" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GidNBlVwFMo/T7x0BbRSSkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3gG1GWINK0s/s640/SIMPLE.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
1 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/60896" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;FLOWER SKETCH by cyoungquist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
2 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/994596" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;JUMBO DOTS IN NAVY/WHITE by domesticate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
3 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/1076207" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;LIME IKAT CHEVRON by fable_design&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
4 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/1121827" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;LINEN_GREEN APPLE_87A213 by meli_lees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
5 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/1123224" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;SUMMER MUMS IN SUNSHINE by domesticate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
6 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/456809" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;" target="_blank"&gt;TRIBAL PEACOCK - IN SUNNY YELLOW&amp;nbsp;by katphillipsdesigns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
These options are a little more difficult to decide from, I think. &amp;nbsp;I really love the simplicity of option 1, I love how fun option 2 is while being some-what masculine, but I feel that option 4 really speaks to me (although, I worry that with the bamboo shape of the lamps, having a solid green shade might make it look too much like it's trying to be a tree? &amp;nbsp;Gimmicky, almost? &amp;nbsp;Or is that just me?)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Looks like I have some thinking to do. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;What ones do you like best? &amp;nbsp;Have any other ideas for fabric?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/56xK4YNftYA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/619552053173092151/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=619552053173092151" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/619552053173092151?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/619552053173092151?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/56xK4YNftYA/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-fancy.html" title="Currently, My Eyes Are Loving:  Fancy Fabric Lamp Shades" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVx1I8hwPeg/T7meM4eH6bI/AAAAAAAAAes/sv-FcVEVPaE/s72-c/lamps.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/currently-my-eyes-are-loving-fancy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcEQHszfSp7ImA9WhVUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-5525285318610958826</id><published>2012-05-22T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T07:30:01.585-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-22T07:30:01.585-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Ears Are Loving:  Rain On The Rooftop</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BG2F-N6NcJ0/T7rTUfN-Q7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/VQledOIvd0A/s1600/wetground.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BG2F-N6NcJ0/T7rTUfN-Q7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/VQledOIvd0A/s640/wetground.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
It seems that the amazing spring weather we've been having around here has gone, and in it's place, the usual gray skies and rainy weather. &amp;nbsp;Which, isn't all too bad. &amp;nbsp;My veggie garden has been thoroughly enjoying the constant watering, and I've been enjoying the sound of the rain at night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMfsG3j1wg/T7rTT228Z-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/UD7NiXtadBg/s1600/waterdrops1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMfsG3j1wg/T7rTT228Z-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/UD7NiXtadBg/s640/waterdrops1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since as far back as I can remember, whenever I went to bed there was always still something going on in the other rooms - people watching TV, someone talking on the phone, or hardwood floors being refinished. &amp;nbsp;Because of the constant ruckus growing up, to this day I find it very difficult to fall asleep to complete silence. &amp;nbsp;It's easier for me to fall asleep during a concert or movie than it would be in a bedroom with no sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qaBu2noXYE/T7rTTLlOBJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/328HteZTANM/s1600/flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7ZGi3xQ3Hw/T7rTTuBuS0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/M72o_Q69D8s/s1600/raindrops2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7ZGi3xQ3Hw/T7rTTuBuS0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/M72o_Q69D8s/s640/raindrops2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qaBu2noXYE/T7rTTLlOBJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/328HteZTANM/s640/flower.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qaBu2noXYE/T7rTTLlOBJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/328HteZTANM/s1600/flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
Saturday afternoon, a friend of mine showed me an app called Relax Melodies (&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/relax-melodies-white-noise/id314498713?mt=8" target="_blank"&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=ipnossoft.rma.free" target="_blank"&gt;Android&lt;/a&gt;) - which is free (awesome!) and offers a bunch of different "white noise" for meditation/relaxation, and to help you sleep. &amp;nbsp;Not that I've really had any experience or issues with insomnia, I have lately been waking up several times a night, with difficulty falling back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The app has multiple sound options to choose from - river, rain, birds chirping, thunder, piano, campfire, storm, a woman humming; along with two options for low /mid&amp;nbsp;frequencies&amp;nbsp;sound waves to help with getting to the dream stage quicker, and to help with getting into a&amp;nbsp;meditative&amp;nbsp;state. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday, after a mental breakdown akin to that of an exhausted toddler, I decided to give the mid range frequency a try. &amp;nbsp;I also found out that you can use&amp;nbsp;multiple&amp;nbsp;sounds at once, so I decided to add on the sound of rain on the rooftop, along with thunder. &amp;nbsp;And it worked brilliantly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Granted, I fell asleep instead of meditated, but it was a very relaxing, deep, and reconstructive 1 hour nap that wouldn't have been achieved on my own. &amp;nbsp;Using the same sounds paired with the low frequency waves last night for bed, I fell asleep quickly, and only woke up once (as apposed to the usual 3-5). &amp;nbsp;I'd have to say, this is probably one of the best downloads I've made so far.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't worry, this isn't some paid post by the app creators - I'm just really excited to find something that helps calm down my very active mind. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Have you tried any sort of white noise/background noise to help with sleeping? &amp;nbsp;Any other techniques work for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/OZmYLgu2oX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/5525285318610958826/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=5525285318610958826" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/5525285318610958826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/5525285318610958826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/OZmYLgu2oX8/currently-my-ears-are-loving-rain-on.html" title="Currently, My Ears Are Loving:  Rain On The Rooftop" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BG2F-N6NcJ0/T7rTUfN-Q7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/VQledOIvd0A/s72-c/wetground.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/currently-my-ears-are-loving-rain-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GRXc_fSp7ImA9WhVUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-4921551622096081298</id><published>2012-05-21T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-21T10:05:24.945-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-21T10:05:24.945-07:00</app:edited><title>Currently, My Imagination Is Loving:  The Stories of Bon Iver</title><content type="html">As I've mentioned before, if it weren't for my friends, I'd never be exposed to different types of music. &amp;nbsp;In this case, it's being exposed to new music, and something seriously ridiculous and funny. &amp;nbsp;In case you aren't familiar with Bon Iver, here is a video for you to reference that I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8MJio3s2wFI" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He is well known for his voice, and for the Americana, folksy, natural, country, woodsy, down-home, simple air about him. &amp;nbsp;Enter a &lt;a href="http://boniverotica.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tumblr dedicated to short stories involving Bon Iver&lt;/a&gt; that my dear friend shared with me, and you'll fall into one of three&amp;nbsp;categories:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1 - You don't really get it&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;2 - You find it totally hilarious&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;3 - You understand it's supposed to be all joking at his expense, yet you find yourself wishing you could live those stories&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because of this little gem of an entry, I am part of Team 3:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3ofyiXtKx1ruz0y6o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3ofyiXtKx1ruz0y6o1_400.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bon Iver is practicing letterpress. He made an itinerary for our Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wake early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;breakfast (crusty bread with butter and marmalade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tend to the garden and fences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;kiss behind the woodpile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hike to the silo on the neighbor’s land to peek inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;walk to the cottonwood grove where we found the thing that might be an arrowhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;picnic in the cool shade (salad, berries, summer sausage and cheese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;fool around as the day slips past us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;return home as slowly as possible, saying hello to every bush and critter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nap in the porch swing, holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;quiet reflection and idea-sharing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;late dinner of whatever’s in the fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;whiskey dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;stargazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Anything involving whiskey for dessert is a winner in my book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Best.&lt;br /&gt;
Blog.&lt;br /&gt;
Iver.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/3MJ3Itel24I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/4921551622096081298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=4921551622096081298" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/4921551622096081298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/4921551622096081298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/3MJ3Itel24I/currently-my-imagination-is-loving_21.html" title="Currently, My Imagination Is Loving:  The Stories of Bon Iver" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/8MJio3s2wFI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/currently-my-imagination-is-loving_21.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QMQnc8fyp7ImA9WhVUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-2065744936805180644</id><published>2012-05-20T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T09:29:43.977-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-20T09:29:43.977-07:00</app:edited><title>Thrifty Show-Off Sunday</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Every Sunday I'll be posting awesome Goodwill finds from the prior week - just to show off (a little) my bargain finds!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This week is a set of beige, faux bamboo lamps - super lightweight (I believe they're made of molded plastic) and a high-gloss beige/taupe/gray. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3da5Gv7p-7U/T7kbP904jHI/AAAAAAAAAec/bC5BZOkRuzM/s1600/lamps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3da5Gv7p-7U/T7kbP904jHI/AAAAAAAAAec/bC5BZOkRuzM/s1600/lamps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They'll require work, seeing as how one of them is missing the shade bar &amp;amp; the wiring is old, and I'm thinking about painting them - unless I can find some great fabric for the shades. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Red sticker priced at $6.99 each, purchased on red sticker day for 50% off - roughly $8 for the pair!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Have you found any great deals this week? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/xcEbcXYfl74" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/2065744936805180644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=2065744936805180644" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/2065744936805180644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/2065744936805180644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/xcEbcXYfl74/thrifty-show-off-sunday.html" title="Thrifty Show-Off Sunday" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3da5Gv7p-7U/T7kbP904jHI/AAAAAAAAAec/bC5BZOkRuzM/s72-c/lamps.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/thrifty-show-off-sunday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcERXw5fCp7ImA9WhVUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357629635652311559.post-342612508712929409</id><published>2012-05-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-19T07:00:04.224-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-19T07:00:04.224-07:00</app:edited><title>Saturday InstAwesome: 13-19MAY2012</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbswBbGv5h8/T7bVwbEY3NI/AAAAAAAAAeE/r846-s0wTHw/s1600/pizap.com13373820346701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbswBbGv5h8/T7bVwbEY3NI/AAAAAAAAAeE/r846-s0wTHw/s640/pizap.com13373820346701.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mother's Day, and &lt;a href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/currently-my-heart-is-loving-being-one.html" target="_blank"&gt;the post&lt;/a&gt; I wrote for my lovely momster.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Love sandal and maxi skirt weather!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Beach date with a friend, and the view&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;of our beautiful Mt Rainier.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sunburn the day after - yay for being Polish AND German.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
A much needed walk at Chambers Bay along the water. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Puget Sound at it's best.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Whole Living magazine featuring a&amp;nbsp;mustard turkey burger&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
that I NEED IN MY LIFE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
(and can't find a link on their website for you!)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Hope the weekend is treating you beautifully! &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~4/vpwDMAqD5ek" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/feeds/342612508712929409/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357629635652311559&amp;postID=342612508712929409" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/342612508712929409?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357629635652311559/posts/default/342612508712929409?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ygygz/~3/vpwDMAqD5ek/saturday-instawesome-13-19may2012.html" title="Saturday InstAwesome: 13-19MAY2012" /><author><name>Nichole C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018877510593768801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgJZWf6wz3c/SKIMHs5xvqI/AAAAAAAAABM/_VFAyi8B9Pc/s1600-R/842937784_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbswBbGv5h8/T7bVwbEY3NI/AAAAAAAAAeE/r846-s0wTHw/s72-c/pizap.com13373820346701.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theaestheticoflife.com/2012/05/saturday-instawesome-13-19may2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
