<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:03:13.251-07:00</updated><category term='Jane Austen'/><category term='Masterpiece Theater'/><category term='self-discovery'/><category term='workout'/><category term='books'/><category term='Michigan'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='lists'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='fill in the blank friday'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='the little things'/><category term='garden'/><category term='Jamie'/><category term='library catalog card'/><category term='art'/><category term='wine'/><category term='winter'/><category term='museum'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='anthropologie'/><category term='relax'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='library'/><category term='Landon'/><category term='Boston'/><category term='Rebecca'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='summer'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='travel'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='survey'/><category term='adjusting'/><category term='family'/><category term='morning'/><category term='Denver'/><category term='What I Read'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='work'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><category term='roadtrips'/><category term='drama'/><category term='reading'/><category term='table'/><category term='Baltimore'/><category term='What I Love'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='good eats'/><category term='happy lately'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Keats'/><category term='book club'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='music'/><category term='goals'/><category term='dream'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='Jake'/><category term='award'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='WITWW'/><category term='television'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='rain'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='little letters'/><category term='fire'/><category term='wish list'/><category term='besties'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='swap'/><category term='history'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='busy'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='tea'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='health'/><category term='snow'/><category term='OCD'/><category term='love'/><category term='Ireland'/><title type='text'>C'est La Vie</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of a 20 something gal who's taking this life and making it her own</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>366</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4440206061111234741</id><published>2012-02-16T13:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T13:03:13.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy lately'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Happy Lately List</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;br /&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/-jGIm4VHmGgI/Tz1gjA0kfWI/AAAAAAAABlc/FOW9wdcPgSk/s1600/tea%2Band%2Blight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jGIm4VHmGgI/Tz1gjA0kfWI/AAAAAAAABlc/FOW9wdcPgSk/s320/tea%2Band%2Blight.jpg" width="320" /&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/pin/86623992802567165/" target="_blank"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;Today, I find myself rather frustrated with things that are completely out of my control. Some of it is a spill over from some massive venting last night, and some of it is a new challenge for a new day. Regardless, you all know how much I love dealing with things that I have no control over...it's not pretty as you can imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I thought I would work on changing my mental focus a bit with a &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Happy Lately Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's making me smile these days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Chocolate chip, pecan cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Treating my cheetah print flats as a neutral &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(read: wearing them daily)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. The rowing machine at the gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. A fro-yo date with my roomie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. "Good morning, beautiful girlfriend" texts from Tony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. A dog that gets so excited to see me she wedges herself between my legs the minute I walk in the door so I can't get away until she's had her fill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Celestial Seasoning's &lt;i&gt;Morning Thunder&lt;/i&gt; tea + vanilla almond milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Re-reading Valentine's Day cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Thursday dinner dates with Chelsae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Fun new earrings from my Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;What's making you all happy lately?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4440206061111234741?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4440206061111234741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-lately-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4440206061111234741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4440206061111234741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-lately-list.html' title='Happy Lately List'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jGIm4VHmGgI/Tz1gjA0kfWI/AAAAAAAABlc/FOW9wdcPgSk/s72-c/tea%2Band%2Blight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-2011064422319481774</id><published>2012-02-14T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:00:13.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>On Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ze0QelppZUA/TzrnMnXDhnI/AAAAAAAABlQ/vBKed4KZgRo/s1600/red%2Bflowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ze0QelppZUA/TzrnMnXDhnI/AAAAAAAABlQ/vBKed4KZgRo/s400/red%2Bflowers.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just popping in to wish everyone a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tony and I were up in Cody, Wyoming this past weekend, which was our Valentine's Day &lt;em&gt;(big)&lt;/em&gt; celebration.&amp;nbsp; Tonight we're planning on staying in, cozying up in front of the fire &lt;em&gt;(snow flurries have started here)&lt;/em&gt;, eating copious amounts of&amp;nbsp;cheese and fruit, drinking wine and just enjoying each other's company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-2011064422319481774?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/2011064422319481774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2011064422319481774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2011064422319481774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-valentines-day.html' title='On Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ze0QelppZUA/TzrnMnXDhnI/AAAAAAAABlQ/vBKed4KZgRo/s72-c/red%2Bflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-301839309228627964</id><published>2012-02-07T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T14:50:23.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>For the love of mussels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿I have always been a texture eater, meaning if the texture was odd, I probably wasn't going to eat it. This used to severely limit some of the things that I would and would not eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mushrooms? Nope, too slimy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sushi? Nope, not a normal texture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mussels, clams, scallops? Nope, nope and nope...slimy, chewy, strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I am happy to say my taste buds have slowly started to mature. I'm definitely still a texture eater, but now I have a better appreciation &lt;i&gt;(and love)&lt;/i&gt; for foods I used to avoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&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/-QKcQvrvBvB4/TzEvLw80VDI/AAAAAAAABks/T3lRWa7Ai7E/s1600/004%2Bedited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKcQvrvBvB4/TzEvLw80VDI/AAAAAAAABks/T3lRWa7Ai7E/s320/004%2Bedited.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Hour Mussels with Chelsae&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mussels have become my latest obsession. Those little slimy, alien-looking things from the ocean terrified me until last April when Jamie talked me into giving them a try. I am so glad I was feeling adventurous and listened to my bestie! Mussels are phenomenal...seriously. And, everytime I enjoy them I remember eating them for the first time with my bestie in Sydney, Australia...and enjoying them by candlelight with Tony and good friends&amp;nbsp;on New Year's Eve 2011 when a windstorm cut-off power.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-FD0fuMWEdHc/TzGFvajP8oI/AAAAAAAABlE/cUpJiaID-ZA/s1600/mussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FD0fuMWEdHc/TzGFvajP8oI/AAAAAAAABlE/cUpJiaID-ZA/s320/mussels.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mussels at Manly Beach, AUS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&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/-iJMrSdTzVb8/TzEvMVUT3rI/AAAAAAAABk4/qRSp6fG_9K0/s1600/006%2Bedited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iJMrSdTzVb8/TzEvMVUT3rI/AAAAAAAABk4/qRSp6fG_9K0/s320/006%2Bedited.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Gal!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-301839309228627964?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/301839309228627964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-love-of-mussels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/301839309228627964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/301839309228627964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-love-of-mussels.html' title='For the love of mussels'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKcQvrvBvB4/TzEvLw80VDI/AAAAAAAABks/T3lRWa7Ai7E/s72-c/004%2Bedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4249292355548889953</id><published>2012-02-02T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:15:36.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Safe and Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YFEDTtKaFzU" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may be a little late to the game on this one, but I just listened to Taylor Swift's single &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safe and Sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which was written for &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt; movie and features The Civil Wars, whom I love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it give me little chills when I listen to it, but it fits the story so well. The lyrics are kind of eerie, with a sad and dark undertone, and yet there is hope in them, too. In my opinion, this combination perfectly encompasses the essence of the story and the characters' relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4249292355548889953?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4249292355548889953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/safe-and-sound.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4249292355548889953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4249292355548889953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/safe-and-sound.html' title='Safe and Sound'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YFEDTtKaFzU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1073626515644987840</id><published>2012-02-01T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:53:45.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I Read'/><title type='text'>Apparently all I did after Christmas was read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FhvLJAIx0N0/TymzaHxtWRI/AAAAAAAABkg/a3ZK7H0mdHY/s1600/jan%2B12%2Blibrary%2Bcard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FhvLJAIx0N0/TymzaHxtWRI/AAAAAAAABkg/a3ZK7H0mdHY/s400/jan%2B12%2Blibrary%2Bcard.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, just last night Tony told me I was bound to hurt myself if I continued to read so voraciously. I'm not sure how reading is detrimental to my health, but he's cute, so I just went with it...and continued reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness for &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt; or I'd never be able to remember what I'd read and what I wanted to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1073626515644987840?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1073626515644987840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/apparently-all-i-did-after-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1073626515644987840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1073626515644987840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/02/apparently-all-i-did-after-christmas.html' title='Apparently all I did after Christmas was read'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FhvLJAIx0N0/TymzaHxtWRI/AAAAAAAABkg/a3ZK7H0mdHY/s72-c/jan%2B12%2Blibrary%2Bcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6311333194968226729</id><published>2012-01-30T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:16:08.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VKeoMEC7NU/TyckZgK5fdI/AAAAAAAABkU/0AW1Fm_i6Is/s1600/baking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VKeoMEC7NU/TyckZgK5fdI/AAAAAAAABkU/0AW1Fm_i6Is/s320/baking.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/46724914853746212/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;via&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Weekends are such wonderful things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Friday happy hour with my friend Chelsae...gin and club soda for me, vodka cranberry for her, mussels, artichoke and sundried tomatoe flatbread, and pommes frites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ My first experience taking one of Tony's dogs to the vet...Ringo is not a fan, but he did well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Target wandering and used bookstore browsing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Dinner and drinks for Tony's sister's birthday at my favorite Greek restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Cuddling, playing ball and wrestling with the dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Started off Sunday with coffee and homemade blueberry pancakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Taco salad and a &lt;em&gt;(spicy)&lt;/em&gt; bloody mary...I like being able to take Tony out on little dates since he's always cooking for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ We made a beef and veggie soup, and I baked &lt;a href="http://coffeelightandsweet.blogspot.com/2011/12/honey-beer-bread.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; fabulously easy, and seriously tasty, bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Tony and I finished off the weekend with a nice, albeit windy, lakeside walk that offered up some more gorgeous views of Long's Peak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6311333194968226729?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6311333194968226729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-recap_30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6311333194968226729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6311333194968226729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-recap_30.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VKeoMEC7NU/TyckZgK5fdI/AAAAAAAABkU/0AW1Fm_i6Is/s72-c/baking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-2330728329072542959</id><published>2012-01-27T10:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:46:01.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYZOHval_40/TyLbKFxIJsI/AAAAAAAABkI/Tib4K8ejUso/s1600/glam%2Btravel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYZOHval_40/TyLbKFxIJsI/AAAAAAAABkI/Tib4K8ejUso/s320/glam%2Btravel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/86623992802238573/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My favorite place i've ever traveled to is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Sydney, Australia. I did not, in a million years, think I would fall as hard as I did for that city. It stole my heart, took me 6 months to get over not being there anymore, and is a city I know I will visit again. &lt;/span&gt;&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;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Ireland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;is somewhere I'd love to go someday.&lt;/b&gt;&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;3. I pass the time on a plane &lt;i&gt;(or bus, or car ride or train)&lt;/i&gt; by&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;reading and day dreaming. I'm not a huge fan of chit-chatting with the people around me, so I tend to sit in my seat, pull out my book and immediately get lost in whatever I'm currently reading.&lt;/span&gt;&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;4. My three must-haves when I travel are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;a couple of books/my Nook, my cell phone, and snacks.&lt;/span&gt; &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;5. My favorite travel companion is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;my Mom, although Tony and I are planning our first real trip together in June, so it should be fun to see how we do. So far we travel well together on quick weekend road trip adventures, but we'll see how we do when there are airports, hotels and getting around a city involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. The craziest thing that ever happened to me while traveling was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;getting to see a political protest take over the streets surrounding the hotel I was staying at in Vienna, Austria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. The most exotic food I've ever tried while traveling is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;kangaroo while in Australia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;(ps- it's quite good if you like red meat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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;8. If I could live anywhere else, I'd live in&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;the New England area, preferably near Providence, RI or Boston, MA. I'd happily live in Germany or Austria, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&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;9. I have been to&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;twenty-three &lt;i&gt;(plus D.C.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;states in the U.S.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;not counting states where I've only been in an airport.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-2330728329072542959?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/2330728329072542959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/fill-in-blank-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2330728329072542959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2330728329072542959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYZOHval_40/TyLbKFxIJsI/AAAAAAAABkI/Tib4K8ejUso/s72-c/glam%2Btravel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6019782828266047864</id><published>2012-01-24T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T11:45:24.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6wro2cmJaw/Tx91jAzr0aI/AAAAAAAABj8/CssIVwhP8_A/s1600/social.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6wro2cmJaw/Tx91jAzr0aI/AAAAAAAABj8/CssIVwhP8_A/s320/social.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Pizza date with Tony at Ragazzi's, complete with salad, a glass of chianti, and hand holding while chatting about our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ While Tony went off to play golf Saturday morning, I read my book and lounged with the dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Found a new walking route and enjoyed the gorgeous view of Longs Peak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Lunch, a little shopping, and wandering through an open house with my Mama...lots of laughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Tony and I had a drink with a bunch of his friends to celebrate the birthday of a mutual friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ After a drink and lots of birthday wishes, we made our way to a barn dance! We ate, had a few beers and danced...I'm horribly uncoordinated, but Tony stuck with me and my simplistic dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ We ushered Sunday in by meeting Tony's dad and cousin for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I took my cranky-pants self for a long walk, texted with Jamie, and indulged in a much needed nonfat latte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Went shopping with Tony &lt;i&gt;(all for him!)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Ate wonderful homemade fish tacos...my man can cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite being cranky on Sunday, it was a fabulous weekend overall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6019782828266047864?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6019782828266047864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-recap.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6019782828266047864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6019782828266047864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6wro2cmJaw/Tx91jAzr0aI/AAAAAAAABj8/CssIVwhP8_A/s72-c/social.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3863543289188575255</id><published>2012-01-19T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:14:28.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Frosty Mango</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was in Australia, Jamie and I ventured north of Townsville on a waterfall quest.  Unfortunately, our quest was thwarted by flooded roads, but we were lucky enough to indulge in a sweet treat at &lt;a href="http://www.frostymango.com.au/Frosty_Mango/Welcome.html"&gt;Frosty Mango&lt;/a&gt;.  I honestly do not believe I've ever had better gelato in my life, and I'm sure it had to do with the use of fresh, locally grown fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUs-qrqcV4c/Txj3CPkKQaI/AAAAAAAABjw/h0UXN6Uk3gw/s1600/mango.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUs-qrqcV4c/Txj3CPkKQaI/AAAAAAAABjw/h0UXN6Uk3gw/s320/mango.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/254594185154393410/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a coupon to a local gelato place that expired last night, so on my way to Tony's I stopped to pick some up for us.  The mango gelato was calling my name, and the minute the sample hit my tongue I was transported back to the Frosty Mango.  It was absolutely divine...creamy, bold, slightly tart, and&amp;nbsp;tasted as though it had&amp;nbsp;come straight from the mango groves.&amp;nbsp; I was rather blissed out!&amp;nbsp; Plus, the added bonus of a trip down my Australia memory lane wasn't half bad either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3863543289188575255?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3863543289188575255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/frosty-mango.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3863543289188575255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3863543289188575255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/frosty-mango.html' title='Frosty Mango'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUs-qrqcV4c/Txj3CPkKQaI/AAAAAAAABjw/h0UXN6Uk3gw/s72-c/mango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4996677438573905652</id><published>2012-01-18T16:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:59:08.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy Lately List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hySfjiihFro/TxdVZUq5pcI/AAAAAAAABjk/-PzTi4p4r_M/s1600/latte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hySfjiihFro/TxdVZUq5pcI/AAAAAAAABjk/-PzTi4p4r_M/s320/latte.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/86623992802256665/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;via&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Morning cuddles before tackling the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Nonfat, no foam lattes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. My favorite author referencing my favorite poet in each of her books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Disney movie dates with my Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Watching &lt;em&gt;Merlin&lt;/em&gt; from the start on Netflix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Lunch dates with girlfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Positive feedback at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Gelato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Getting back to the swing of things at the gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Dad's homemade BBQ sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4996677438573905652?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4996677438573905652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-lately-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4996677438573905652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4996677438573905652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-lately-list.html' title='Happy Lately List'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hySfjiihFro/TxdVZUq5pcI/AAAAAAAABjk/-PzTi4p4r_M/s72-c/latte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-7108707946017447517</id><published>2012-01-13T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:36:47.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Haven in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently finished reading Ellen Sussman's &lt;i&gt;French Lessons&lt;/i&gt;, which was a quick, fun read about the power a single day can have in helping us see our true desires. The book followed 3 Americans as they each spent a day in Paris with their respective french tutors. The Americans and tutors alike each discovered something about themselves, about love, and about their relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, this post is not meant to be a book review, rather I wanted to focus on Paris. As I've mentioned before, I have a romanticized version of Paris in my mind, and whenever I read or see something about the city I am immediately transported away from my actual memories of Paris and into this version. While reading &lt;i&gt;French Lessons&lt;/i&gt;, all I could think about was how lovely it would be to spend a few days getting reacquainted the City of Lights. And, as luck would have it, Joanna from &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/travel-fantasy-haven-in-paris.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FbboSV+%28A+CUP+OF+JO%29"&gt;A Cup of Jo&lt;/a&gt; must've been in a similar state of mind because she recently posted about the luxury apartment rental site, &lt;a href="http://www.haveninparis.com/"&gt;Haven in Paris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a way to play tourist in Paris! Staying in one of the rental apartments would make you feel like a real Parisian...you could walk out of the building each morning and enjoy your morning capuccino and croissant at the neighborhood cafe; spend your days touring the city; and enjoy your evening wine on the balcony. Rather than go home to your hotel every night, you could start and end your days in a real "home" and feel a bit more immersed in the culture. How lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where would you all stay? I don't think I could resist the classic beauty of &lt;a href="http://www.haveninparis.com/rental/Lagrange.php"&gt;this apartment&lt;/a&gt; by Notre Dame on the Left Bank...&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/-es115AbjZKs/TxB5OJ3_86I/AAAAAAAABjA/Aqmn-f8i8vQ/s1600/Paris%2BHaven%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-es115AbjZKs/TxB5OJ3_86I/AAAAAAAABjA/Aqmn-f8i8vQ/s320/Paris%2BHaven%2B2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghq1qoybIk0/TxB5FyrVfDI/AAAAAAAABi0/pjVWWNImY6A/s1600/Paris%2BHaven%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghq1qoybIk0/TxB5FyrVfDI/AAAAAAAABi0/pjVWWNImY6A/s320/Paris%2BHaven%2B1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-57xeqc5F4Cg/TxB5UG_Xr7I/AAAAAAAABjM/k01WcdaXsNY/s1600/Paris%2BHaven%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57xeqc5F4Cg/TxB5UG_Xr7I/AAAAAAAABjM/k01WcdaXsNY/s320/Paris%2BHaven%2B3.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UYH3Iix4F8/TxB5Zq14Z9I/AAAAAAAABjY/qEuRMEmjBxs/s1600/Paris%2BHaven%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UYH3Iix4F8/TxB5Zq14Z9I/AAAAAAAABjY/qEuRMEmjBxs/s320/Paris%2BHaven%2B4.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps- this apartment is close to the infamous Shakespeare and Co. bookstore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-7108707946017447517?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/7108707946017447517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/haven-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7108707946017447517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7108707946017447517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/haven-in-paris.html' title='Haven in Paris'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-es115AbjZKs/TxB5OJ3_86I/AAAAAAAABjA/Aqmn-f8i8vQ/s72-c/Paris%2BHaven%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3493177059070728137</id><published>2012-01-12T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:14:26.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>My Week with Marilyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just got back from seeing &lt;i&gt;My Week with Marilyn&lt;/i&gt; and I really enjoyed it!  I've never been a big Marilyn Monroe fan, and to be honest, I don't know a lot about her aside from her famous curves, her young death, her rumored affair with JFK, and that her real name was Norma Jean &lt;em&gt;(thank you, Elton John)&lt;/em&gt;.  This movie took the famous image of Marilyn Monroe that most of us have in our minds and added in her humanity and her vulnerabilities.  She was a troubled woman with an unending desire to be loved and valued, and &lt;i&gt;My Week with Marilyn&lt;/i&gt; beautifully portrayed this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4D1nsvLClM/Tw-9Gjrja5I/AAAAAAAABh4/AwUFBg2GkGQ/s1600/MWWM%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4D1nsvLClM/Tw-9Gjrja5I/AAAAAAAABh4/AwUFBg2GkGQ/s320/MWWM%2B2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/269653096408410614/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;via&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was told through the eyes of Colin Clark, a young director's assistant for Laurence Olivier who became a favorite of Marilyn's while she filmed &lt;i&gt;The Prince and the Showgirl&lt;/i&gt;.  He was privileged enough to enter Marilyn's world away from the cameras; a world where she battled her private demons with flirtations and alcohol, and where those closest to her used medications to keep her calm enough to handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle Williams' portrayal of Marilyn Monroe was simply phenomenal.  She captured the icon's naive innocence and ability to perform for the cameras with perfection!  I would highly recommend this movie to anyone who is a Marilyn Monroe or Michelle Williams fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3493177059070728137?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3493177059070728137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-week-with-marilyn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3493177059070728137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3493177059070728137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-week-with-marilyn.html' title='My Week with Marilyn'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4D1nsvLClM/Tw-9Gjrja5I/AAAAAAAABh4/AwUFBg2GkGQ/s72-c/MWWM%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6948168797597105656</id><published>2011-12-14T11:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:55:48.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjusting'/><title type='text'>Heavy on my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*warning: long post ahead*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2QBOagXIj4/TujxDSsB60I/AAAAAAAABhs/qVibpOp6QLY/s1600/lost%2Bin%2Bthought.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2QBOagXIj4/TujxDSsB60I/AAAAAAAABhs/qVibpOp6QLY/s320/lost%2Bin%2Bthought.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been trying to analyze my lack of posting lately, because I truly find it appalling. Posting just a few snippets of my life here and there, or a quote and a pretty picture without any kind of substantial post to keep myself and you all invested just isn't like me. I'm a talker, a venter, someone who needs to get stuff well and truly out of my system on a regular basis. I'm choosey about who I share things with, but overall, I share. I may let things build for a while and then pour my heart out in an emotional, sloppy way, or dwell on something and beat an issue until it's well and fully dead, but I get it all out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, if you look at my recent posting you would never know that. I've kept the bare minimum of a presence here via fill-in-the-blank posts and lovely little quotes. Don't get me wrong, those little blurbs can speak volumes and are always fun to post, but I miss talking to you all about my life as though we were gathered around a table in a coffee shop together, sipping on lattes and cups of tea. I miss blogging with my whole heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I analyzed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The typical &lt;i&gt;(and real)&lt;/i&gt; justifications/excuses came to mind: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ I'm in a new relationship and am allowing myself to be consumed by it and my happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ Work has yet to die down from this summer and I'm feeling a little stressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ I tackled another fast-paced Economics class, which took up a lot of my free time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ I have errands to run, dinners to cook and a gym to visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;etc, etc, etc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of those things are true, and with the busyness of the Holidays, I do feel like I spend most evenings running around like a mad woman trying to get stuff done...I'm tired by the time I get home and the last thing I feel like doing is putting together a cohesive blog post. This is reality, but it still isn't the root of the issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want to know what is? Here you go: &lt;b&gt;the stuff that I really want to talk about, the things weighing on my heart, feel too personal to share in a public forum&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The topics that I really want to get off of my chest, and that come to mind whenever I sit down in front of an empty blog post, aren't really appropriate to splash all over the internet. They're my current issues. They're things I am in the process of dealing with. Some of them are issues that I have no control over, and those are the worst. Those are the ones I dwell on. They have consequences for my psyche and my emotions; consequences that only I can cope with, and unfortunately, I'm not always pleasant as I try to work through these kinds of issues. I swear I would feel better if I could just sit and write them all out; it's cathartic and healing. But, it's simply not appropriate for posting. So, I write them in unpublished posts; adding thoughts to rambling entries that no one else will see. It helps. I am trying to come to some sort of understanding...with myself, with others, sometimes with God...but mostly with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is heavier than I intended it to be, but it feels good to get some of that off my chest. I want to get back to more regular posting, for myself and for all of you who read this and who I consider to be lovely, wonderful friends. I need to fill you in on my boyfriend, and about my foray into macroeconomics, the insanity of work, and some of the fun things I've done lately and those that are still in the works. I will feel better when I do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you all for sticking with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6948168797597105656?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6948168797597105656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/heavy-on-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6948168797597105656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6948168797597105656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/heavy-on-my-heart.html' title='Heavy on my heart'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2QBOagXIj4/TujxDSsB60I/AAAAAAAABhs/qVibpOp6QLY/s72-c/lost%2Bin%2Bthought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-7214308450031970819</id><published>2011-12-07T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T15:56:12.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>No truer words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LD4ySXIi_ts/Tt_upWNDOdI/AAAAAAAABhg/DKIPYVyC4QM/s1600/bibliophile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LD4ySXIi_ts/Tt_upWNDOdI/AAAAAAAABhg/DKIPYVyC4QM/s320/bibliophile.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(via &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/86623992802235258/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinterest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;I am simply a ‘book drunkard.’ Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-L.M. Montgomery-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-7214308450031970819?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/7214308450031970819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-truer-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7214308450031970819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7214308450031970819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-truer-words.html' title='No truer words'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LD4ySXIi_ts/Tt_upWNDOdI/AAAAAAAABhg/DKIPYVyC4QM/s72-c/bibliophile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-716567663128967018</id><published>2011-12-07T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:16:19.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Of Monsters and Men: Little Talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another song for your Wednesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've heard this one before but never knew who the band was, so I am quite excited to finally have a band name and song title!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/86tDEuoOSko" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-716567663128967018?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/716567663128967018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-monsters-and-men-little-talks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/716567663128967018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/716567663128967018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-monsters-and-men-little-talks.html' title='Of Monsters and Men: Little Talks'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/86tDEuoOSko/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8964364624745872434</id><published>2011-12-07T09:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T15:57:54.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Staves: Winter Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my bloggy-browsing this morning I came across &lt;a href="http://chasingheartbeats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chasing Heartbeats&lt;/a&gt;' "&lt;em&gt;Musik fur Mittwoch&lt;/em&gt;" post and fell head over heels in love with this week's song: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter Trees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by The Staves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired and mellow today, wishing I was curled up with the dogs at Tony's, still in my pjs, finishing off the pot of coffee and reading in front of the fireplace...this song seems to coexist perfectly with my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and happy Wednesday, loves)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ey2UdOqiTw8" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8964364624745872434?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8964364624745872434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/staves-winter-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8964364624745872434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8964364624745872434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/staves-winter-trees.html' title='The Staves: Winter Trees'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ey2UdOqiTw8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-7093185005195883705</id><published>2011-12-06T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:10:07.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive...despite what my recent (lack of) posting may lead you to believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's me...I'm still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to say I'll promise to get back to regular posting, but I don't want to get you all excited and then let you down...&lt;br /&gt;so, how about if I say I will do my best to get back on the blogging bandwagon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been busy falling for a great guy, &lt;br /&gt;and being completely awed by how easy and comfortable this relationship is, &lt;br /&gt;and by how happy we both are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time consuming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(but that's not a very good excuse, I know)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-7093185005195883705?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/7093185005195883705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-alivedespite-what-my-recent-lack.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7093185005195883705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7093185005195883705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-alivedespite-what-my-recent-lack.html' title='I am alive...despite what my recent (lack of) posting may lead you to believe'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1145042065878760968</id><published>2011-11-21T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:57:55.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>This may be the most perfect cowl neck sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnsmclObhWc/TsqQkbrjSnI/AAAAAAAABhU/DROLHQ2GcSE/s1600/cowl%2Bneck%2Bsweater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnsmclObhWc/TsqQkbrjSnI/AAAAAAAABhU/DROLHQ2GcSE/s400/cowl%2Bneck%2Bsweater.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;via&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pretty please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1145042065878760968?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1145042065878760968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-may-be-most-perfect-cowl-neck.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1145042065878760968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1145042065878760968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-may-be-most-perfect-cowl-neck.html' title='This may be the most perfect cowl neck sweater'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnsmclObhWc/TsqQkbrjSnI/AAAAAAAABhU/DROLHQ2GcSE/s72-c/cowl%2Bneck%2Bsweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-845165429933458895</id><published>2011-11-11T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:18:26.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I owe you all some serious updates, but it's been a little nuts around these parts this week and I just haven't been in a blogging mood. But, I will fill you all in soon &lt;em&gt;(I want to gush about the new man)&lt;/em&gt; and until then, do you all mind settling for some more blanks? Thanks...ya'll are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSO_GMeArJs/Tr2c2YWnVlI/AAAAAAAABhI/7pdWw6oV9Y0/s1600/reading%2Bhemingway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSO_GMeArJs/Tr2c2YWnVlI/AAAAAAAABhI/7pdWw6oV9Y0/s320/reading%2Bhemingway.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/365606180/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My favorite new blog of the moment is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://living4london.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Across the Pond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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;2. Something I am thankful for is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;my job. There are days I would rather be anywhere than at work, but in the end I love the challenges of what I do, and I love the people I am fortunate enough to work with. &lt;/span&gt;&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;3. Something that made me laugh this week was&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;any number of funny stories that are constantly passed around the office. &lt;/span&gt;&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;4. An item that is currently on my wish list is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;a new cell phone. I am still resisting getting a smart phone, but it is time to update my old clunker, even though I adore it! &lt;/span&gt;&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;5. I am excited about&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;going to the Potters Guild show with my parents tonight and then spending the evening with the new man...handsome man and a home-cooked meal? Yes please!&lt;/span&gt; &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;6. If I were a color I would be&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;green. I'm partial because green is my favorite color, but also because there are so many shades of green that can match up with just about any mood; it seems perfectly fitting to me.&lt;/span&gt; &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;7. My favorite way to spend a chilly fall day is by&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;drinking lots of hot coffee and tea, indulging in cinnamon rolls, staying in pjs for the entire day, watching movies and reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-845165429933458895?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/845165429933458895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/11/fill-in-blank-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/845165429933458895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/845165429933458895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/11/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSO_GMeArJs/Tr2c2YWnVlI/AAAAAAAABhI/7pdWw6oV9Y0/s72-c/reading%2Bhemingway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4289036245445120210</id><published>2011-11-04T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:46:17.521-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday...a.k.a., I need to get out of my blogging slump ASAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmssEN6Cp_s/TrQyY1G_YdI/AAAAAAAABgw/66t1TEhqIMg/s1600/cafe%2Bkiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmssEN6Cp_s/TrQyY1G_YdI/AAAAAAAABgw/66t1TEhqIMg/s320/cafe%2Bkiss.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/423774168/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My favorite thing about this week was/is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;the new development in my dating life...yep, there's a new special someone and this week has been pure perfection. I have so much to fill you all in on, and I promise to do so promptly!&lt;/span&gt;&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;2. Colder weather makes me&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;happy. I love an excuse to snuggle up in bulky sweatshirts, keep a constant cup of coffee or tea next to me, lounge by the fireplace in the evenings, and wear cardigans and boots. I'm an all four seasons kind of gal, so I have nothing against the colder weather!&lt;/span&gt;&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;3. Three things that make me terribly happy as of late are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;my new car, the new man in my life, and Dunkin' Donuts' vanilla nut coffee.&lt;/span&gt; &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;4. If I could only wear one kind of shoe for the rest of my life, I'd choose&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;flip-flops. I love flip-flops and seriously wear them until it snows. So, that being said, obviously they would have to be magical flip-flops that kept my feet warm and dry in wet weather.&lt;/span&gt;&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;5. My personality type is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;INFJ...While I am very strongly introverted, intuitive and judgemental &lt;em&gt;(that sounds bad, but it is what it is)&lt;/em&gt;, my percentage breakdown between being a thinker or a feeler is nearly tied. I am ever-so-slightly more of a feeler, but I think it would be safe to classify myself as an INF/TJ.&lt;/span&gt;&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;6. I have a serious problem resisting&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;buying used books. I have a fabulous Nook, which I love, but I don't think I will ever be able to pass a good deal on a legit book that I can hold in my hands.&lt;/span&gt; &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;7. My favorite color to wear is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;green because it makes my eyes pop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4289036245445120210?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4289036245445120210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/11/fill-in-blank-fridayaka-i-need-to-get.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4289036245445120210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4289036245445120210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/11/fill-in-blank-fridayaka-i-need-to-get.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday...a.k.a., I need to get out of my blogging slump ASAP!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmssEN6Cp_s/TrQyY1G_YdI/AAAAAAAABgw/66t1TEhqIMg/s72-c/cafe%2Bkiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1565140269231940808</id><published>2011-10-22T10:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:41:49.197-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Time Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-wch6dZF5I/TqLt2SxIdfI/AAAAAAAABgM/hemgwoLwhkU/s1600/touch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-wch6dZF5I/TqLt2SxIdfI/AAAAAAAABgM/hemgwoLwhkU/s320/touch.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;I'd never seen him smile like&amp;nbsp;that.  I knew that for my whole life I'd remember it, as I remembered everything about this moment -- the angle of the sunlight spilling through the bedroom window and the even warmer light in Daniel's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;And how his touch felt gentle on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;'Whatever time we have,' he said, 'it will be time enough.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Susanna Kearsley-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rose-Garden-Susanna-Kearsley/dp/1402258585/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1319300637&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Rose Garden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1565140269231940808?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1565140269231940808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-enough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1565140269231940808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1565140269231940808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-enough.html' title='Time Enough'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-wch6dZF5I/TqLt2SxIdfI/AAAAAAAABgM/hemgwoLwhkU/s72-c/touch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3386274245931299801</id><published>2011-10-22T09:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:06:01.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank...Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWN0UNep530/TqLa4vaZrpI/AAAAAAAABgA/F2zzMjWMLhk/s1600/apples.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWN0UNep530/TqLa4vaZrpI/AAAAAAAABgA/F2zzMjWMLhk/s320/apples.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/365770500/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Nothing says fall like&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;pumpkin patches, cooling temps, golden aspens and freshly baked apple everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. My favorite autumnal tradition is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;heading up into the mountains to go leaf peeping.  I love the giant patches of golden aspens among the conifers.  They look like fluffy clouds, and are perfectly picturesque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. My favorite fall treat is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;my Dad's toasted cake donuts smeared with butter and a giant mug of apple cider.  My family is good at bringing a little bit of Michigan Fall to Colorado.  We may not have cider mills, but we recreate the scenes we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Fall makes me think of&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;books, blankets and coffee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;because&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;the evenings are cool and perfectly made for cozying up for a quiet couple of hours, preferably in Barnes and Noble.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Autumn free form word association, go!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;apple picking, hot cider, pumpkin spice coffee, pumpkin pie, corn maze, crunchy leaves, changing colors, cozy blankets, afternoon walks.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. My go-to outfit in the fall is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;skinny jeans, tee, long cardigan, tall boots and flashy earrings.  The joy of short hair is being able to show off fun earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. My favorite fall holiday is (Halloween or Thanksgiving)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;definitely Thanksgiving.  I absolutely adore just about everything to do with Thanksgiving: my Uncle coming to visit, trips to Denver, horseback riding, dinner at the Ranch, vegging out in the evening and the general sense of Family and Happiness.  I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3386274245931299801?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3386274245931299801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/fill-in-blanksaturday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3386274245931299801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3386274245931299801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/fill-in-blanksaturday.html' title='Fill in the blank...Saturday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWN0UNep530/TqLa4vaZrpI/AAAAAAAABgA/F2zzMjWMLhk/s72-c/apples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4388381628383205540</id><published>2011-10-13T11:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:10:55.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"You see I'm one of those people who lives sensibly and sanely"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has been making its way through the blogosphere, but oh, how it speaks to me! I couldn't resist posting it myself.&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/-qPt5Bb3btO8/TpcZsOLQqMI/AAAAAAAABf0/nKdqq6R8x-g/s1600/live%2Bover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPt5Bb3btO8/TpcZsOLQqMI/AAAAAAAABf0/nKdqq6R8x-g/s400/live%2Bover.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/303579844/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;via&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think we all worry that when we reach the end of our days we'll look back with regrets and wishful thinking. I'm not a true believer in regrets because I'm such a proponent of free will. I choose my life, and therefore I don't regret the things I've done because they are an integral part of who I am. But, I do believe in wishful thinking, and that can be a bittersweet thing; an overwhelming force of both the positive and the negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, here's my little reminder to embrace the carefree a little more with each passing year; to take more risks; and to keep happiness at the top of my list of achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This life is mine, no one elses, and I am responsible for its outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4388381628383205540?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4388381628383205540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-see-im-one-of-those-people-who.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4388381628383205540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4388381628383205540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-see-im-one-of-those-people-who.html' title='&quot;You see I&apos;m one of those people who lives sensibly and sanely&quot;'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPt5Bb3btO8/TpcZsOLQqMI/AAAAAAAABf0/nKdqq6R8x-g/s72-c/live%2Bover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-256496326311189569</id><published>2011-10-08T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:28:14.256-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>The type of girl I want to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or-smHAyx3Y/TpCFr7CdwTI/AAAAAAAABfk/icStqV-p3NQ/s1600/kate%2Bspade%2Bquote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or-smHAyx3Y/TpCFr7CdwTI/AAAAAAAABfk/icStqV-p3NQ/s400/kate%2Bspade%2Bquote.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxZkmPVgSaA/TpCHxXD1ZJI/AAAAAAAABfs/CIl_rEONfww/s1600/twirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxZkmPVgSaA/TpCHxXD1ZJI/AAAAAAAABfs/CIl_rEONfww/s320/twirl.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-256496326311189569?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/256496326311189569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/type-of-girl-i-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/256496326311189569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/256496326311189569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/type-of-girl-i-want-to-be.html' title='The type of girl I want to be'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or-smHAyx3Y/TpCFr7CdwTI/AAAAAAAABfk/icStqV-p3NQ/s72-c/kate%2Bspade%2Bquote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-5182709424533532448</id><published>2011-10-02T09:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T09:13:35.154-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;﻿&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/266007664/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/266007664_R77kVNFF_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/266007664/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mornings just call for lounging in bed while catching up on episodes of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dexter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, season 5.  The windows and patio door open, cool morning air chilling my room.  A mug of hot, strong coffee sitting next to a half-eaten yogurt on the night stand.  &lt;i&gt;Autumn leaves&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;toasted hazelnut&lt;/i&gt; candles are lit in an attempt to will Colorado's crisp, Fall weather to town.  Laundry needs to be started, packing needs to be done and there are friends to meet for lunch...but for now, this quiet, lazy morning is my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-5182709424533532448?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/5182709424533532448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-morning-world.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5182709424533532448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5182709424533532448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-morning-world.html' title='Sunday Morning World'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8443903279509329265</id><published>2011-09-30T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:29:37.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/244984479/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/244984479_sXQ2hcUD_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/244984479/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My current obsession is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;the Savannah Chopped Salad at McAlister's. I've eaten it twice this week and just want more. Pretty sure it's the blue cheese crumbles that keep me coming back for more right now.&lt;/span&gt;&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;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Feeling like I have control over my life again is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;mak(ing) me happy.&lt;/b&gt;&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;3. My greatest strength is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;my knowledge of myself. I have always prided myself on knowing who I am and what the majority of my limits are. I think personal knowledge is essential to making good decisions and ultimately being happy in life.&lt;/span&gt;&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;4.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My ability to take on my family and friends' worries as though they are my own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;is my greatest weakness.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;(well, one of them at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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;5. My life is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;lovely again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt; I had a rough month dealing with several issues, and started to feel some real depression coming on, but managed to refocus myself on the things I had control over and started to work on accepting the things I couldn't control. The first time my Mom called to tell me how nice it was to hear the old me back &lt;i&gt;(happy, perky voice)&lt;/i&gt; was&amp;nbsp;when it all really sunk in just how unhappy I'd been. And now I feel like I am making up for that "lost" month with a perfectly busy social calendar and lots of smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&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;6. In high school I was&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;just myself. I knew just about everyone, but was close friends with a small circle. I've never been popular, nor an outcast; just a townie on good terms with most people.&lt;/span&gt; &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;7. When I'm super tired&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I get emotional. I either cry or get a bad attitude really fast; sometimes I do both. Obviously, it's fun to be on the receiving end of a tired Erin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8443903279509329265?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8443903279509329265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/fill-in-blank-friday_30.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8443903279509329265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8443903279509329265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/fill-in-blank-friday_30.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6839646918361302802</id><published>2011-09-29T12:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T12:19:05.034-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>Happy National Coffee Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously, this day could practically be treated as a full-on holiday in my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers to all of my fellow coffee-lovers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/254167345/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/254167345_PNRNzXf9_c.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿ ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/254167345/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What's your favorite coffee drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine's a skinny flat white.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6839646918361302802?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6839646918361302802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-national-coffee-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6839646918361302802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6839646918361302802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-national-coffee-day.html' title='Happy National Coffee Day'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3560864091068364013</id><published>2011-09-27T15:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T15:46:23.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I want to be doing at this moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzRcq_iKepE/ToJD7cDHpsI/AAAAAAAABfc/w-Yp4poGdIY/s1600/lake%2Breading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzRcq_iKepE/ToJD7cDHpsI/AAAAAAAABfc/w-Yp4poGdIY/s400/lake%2Breading.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;complete&amp;nbsp;perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3560864091068364013?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3560864091068364013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-what-i-want-to-be-doing-at-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3560864091068364013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3560864091068364013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-what-i-want-to-be-doing-at-this.html' title='This is what I want to be doing at this moment...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzRcq_iKepE/ToJD7cDHpsI/AAAAAAAABfc/w-Yp4poGdIY/s72-c/lake%2Breading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-2586020375925572957</id><published>2011-09-23T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:27:26.321-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgNRmvzCa0U/TnzrajbG6cI/AAAAAAAABfM/ZCGWwg60QHo/s1600/winery-melbourne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgNRmvzCa0U/TnzrajbG6cI/AAAAAAAABfM/ZCGWwg60QHo/s320/winery-melbourne.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. The best thing I did all week was&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;be social. It sounds so simple, but my life has felt turned upside down for weeks and making time with my friends has made me feel more like myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&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;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Books that instantly hook me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;make me super happy.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;(I know I've said this before...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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;3. Pets are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;a wonderful comfort, but a real responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&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;4.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;is the best thing about my life.&lt;/b&gt;&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;5. With the cooler weather I am looking forward to&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;curling up in blankets, cozy sweaters, the way the air smells, turning leaves, making giant pots of soup, boots and the perfect excuse to stay in and read in the evenings.&lt;/span&gt;&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;6. Something that's on my "wish list" right now is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;an all expenses paid trip to Melbourne, Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&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;7. This weekend I am going to&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;play honorary family member for my roommate and her sister, wander around old town, catch up on some tv, start a new book and finish unpacking the last of my boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-2586020375925572957?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/2586020375925572957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/fill-in-blank-friday_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2586020375925572957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2586020375925572957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/fill-in-blank-friday_23.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgNRmvzCa0U/TnzrajbG6cI/AAAAAAAABfM/ZCGWwg60QHo/s72-c/winery-melbourne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-101315096837415191</id><published>2011-09-10T06:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T06:22:40.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Apartments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/171706953/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 631?="" border="0" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/171706953_AJ8xh3YR_c.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://prettystuff.tumblr.com/page/3" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;prettystuff.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/erinclaussen/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today is officially moving day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, stressed and a little nervous about living with a roommate again, but I think it's ultimately going to be a great thing.  I know I haven't talked about my move much on here, but I promise to fill you all in once I'm settled.  I'm off to drink some coffee, shower and finish my last minute packing before my parents arrive with the moving truck.  Wish me luck today on hauling heavy furniture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-101315096837415191?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/101315096837415191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/moving-apartments.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/101315096837415191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/101315096837415191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/moving-apartments.html' title='Moving Apartments'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-5962904360040808694</id><published>2011-09-02T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:27:53.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9IeQzsKl1U/TmFJ2qNvacI/AAAAAAAABe8/7vx0a-SBk1U/s1600/reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9IeQzsKl1U/TmFJ2qNvacI/AAAAAAAABe8/7vx0a-SBk1U/s320/reading.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. One thing that is completely superfluous, but that I could never give up is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;hand-crafted lattes enjoyed in a coffee shop. I don't care how fancy your home espresso machine is, or how more cost-effective it would be to give up my caffeinated habit, I simply cannot do it. Drinking the perfect nonfat latte in a local coffee shop is an experience; it's so much more than just the beverage that I'm addicted to.&lt;/span&gt;&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;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Being in the role of "salesperson"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;makes me feel awkward.&lt;/b&gt;&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;3. I can't&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;fathom going an entire year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;without&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;travelling, even if it's just a short, nearby trip every once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&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;4.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Apples with sharp cheddar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;is my favorite snack.&lt;/b&gt;&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;5. Lately I've been&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;appalled by my lack of reading. Seriously, folks, I only read 2 books in August. &lt;em&gt;2 BOOKS!&lt;/em&gt; That is completely uncharacteristic of me. August was a very stressful, trying and emotional month, so my lack of reading doesn't surprise me, but it saddens me nonetheless. &lt;/span&gt;&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;6. If at first you don't succeed&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;try, try again...and attempt to hold off on the panic until it's justifiable &lt;i&gt;(I should listen to my own advice)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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;7. Fall is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;the season I live for, and it is just around the corner. It's nearly time for boots, cardigans, pumpkin spice lattes, leaf peeping and cooler temperatures. I'm a happy girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-5962904360040808694?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/5962904360040808694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/fill-in-blank-friday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5962904360040808694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5962904360040808694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/09/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9IeQzsKl1U/TmFJ2qNvacI/AAAAAAAABe8/7vx0a-SBk1U/s72-c/reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1533691905553318917</id><published>2011-08-31T22:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:31:29.283-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tequila, friendship and Woody Allen</title><content type='html'>Tonight has been one of those nights spent looking for a quick fix to numerous problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to say that I'm focused on, and trying to solve, the problems of others, of people close to me, but tonight it's much more selfish than that.  I'm trying to put a band-aid on the things that are keeping me awake at night.  The things that affect my life, whether it be directly or indirectly, that I have little to no control over, but feel as though they are slowly breaking my spirit nonetheless.  This all sounds a tad dramatic, and I'm sure it legitimately is, but the joy of having my own blog is being able to indulge in my dramatic side from time to time.  The saving grace in all of this is my knowledge that there is reality at the core of my drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight's band-aid has come in the form of conversation with an old friend over a shared quesadilla; the smooth warmth of tequila enjoyed in a couple of margaritas; and the quirky appeal of a Woody Allen movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a quick fix, but I'll take it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1533691905553318917?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1533691905553318917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/tequila-friendsip-and-woody-allen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1533691905553318917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1533691905553318917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/tequila-friendsip-and-woody-allen.html' title='Tequila, friendship and Woody Allen'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-5454860255157001942</id><published>2011-08-31T16:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:36:05.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>This (and the excited chills it gives me) is what's getting me through the evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eAWODq_dMFI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think a re-read of the series is absolutely necessary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-5454860255157001942?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/5454860255157001942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-whats-getting-me-through-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5454860255157001942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5454860255157001942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-whats-getting-me-through-this.html' title='This (and the excited chills it gives me) is what&apos;s getting me through the evening'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eAWODq_dMFI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-9166818931156561773</id><published>2011-08-23T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:47:52.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl needs a TV character crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has anyone else started watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lying Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And does anyone else have a serious crush on Blair Redford? &lt;i&gt;(character: Ethan Whitehorse)&lt;/i&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/-Qm_3VlUvVuc/TlRftOlPpbI/AAAAAAAABe0/FdkGJofY3DM/s1600/blair%2Bredford.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm_3VlUvVuc/TlRftOlPpbI/AAAAAAAABe0/FdkGJofY3DM/s320/blair%2Bredford.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-9166818931156561773?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/9166818931156561773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/girl-needs-tv-character-crush.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/9166818931156561773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/9166818931156561773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/girl-needs-tv-character-crush.html' title='A girl needs a TV character crush'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm_3VlUvVuc/TlRftOlPpbI/AAAAAAAABe0/FdkGJofY3DM/s72-c/blair%2Bredford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1537998776864552992</id><published>2011-08-21T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:14:11.341-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Sunset Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIWDO-LXUS4/TlHIJqLKz8I/AAAAAAAABek/KLVdEV5nyVA/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIWDO-LXUS4/TlHIJqLKz8I/AAAAAAAABek/KLVdEV5nyVA/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-euryL59sdpg/TlHIy-NnazI/AAAAAAAABes/wjaZ1fPbt9A/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-euryL59sdpg/TlHIy-NnazI/AAAAAAAABes/wjaZ1fPbt9A/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2PkARvtsWE/TlHHvuu_ccI/AAAAAAAABec/lJu6y5K8-1g/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2PkARvtsWE/TlHHvuu_ccI/AAAAAAAABec/lJu6y5K8-1g/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdwaf9gso20/TlHHY9ykP-I/AAAAAAAABeM/3tmvxEmXrtc/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdwaf9gso20/TlHHY9ykP-I/AAAAAAAABeM/3tmvxEmXrtc/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzuTMII4jH0/TlHHZBzUf6I/AAAAAAAABeU/KzeKoTfuUus/s1600/036%2Bedited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzuTMII4jH0/TlHHZBzUf6I/AAAAAAAABeU/KzeKoTfuUus/s320/036%2Bedited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1537998776864552992?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1537998776864552992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunset-walk.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1537998776864552992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1537998776864552992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunset-walk.html' title='Sunset Walk'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIWDO-LXUS4/TlHIJqLKz8I/AAAAAAAABek/KLVdEV5nyVA/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6008663585601602541</id><published>2011-08-19T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:52:03.413-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjRHAynhec4/Tk7MpF9eGuI/AAAAAAAABeE/-3O5HsRbCu4/s1600/river%2Btwirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjRHAynhec4/Tk7MpF9eGuI/AAAAAAAABeE/-3O5HsRbCu4/s320/river%2Btwirl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My idea of pure perfection would be&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;to be independently wealthy so I could travel any time I wanted to any destination my heart desired, and so I could give in to my inner nerd and be a professional student.&lt;/span&gt;&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;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Love, in all of its forms,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;makes the world go 'round.&lt;/b&gt;&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;3. If it weren't for&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;work and my upcoming apartment move,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;I'd&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;hop a plane to Townsville to see Jamie.&lt;/span&gt;&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;4. Bloggers are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;truly wonderful people. I've met some lovely friends through blogging, and enjoy this little world I've become a part of.&lt;/span&gt;&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;5. If I had&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;unlimited funds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;I'd buy you&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;all a trip to your dream destination.&lt;/span&gt;&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;6. I'm glad it's Friday because&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;it's been a stressful couple of weeks and I'm really looking forward to a break.&lt;/span&gt; &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;7. Something I'm excited about is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Fall coming!! I know I keep getting reprimanded by you all for wishing away summer, but I am so antsy for a change in season. Summer this year has been nuts, and I'm ready to move on to cooler temperatures, changing leaves, a need for cardigans and lots of soup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6008663585601602541?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6008663585601602541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/fill-in-blank-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6008663585601602541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6008663585601602541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjRHAynhec4/Tk7MpF9eGuI/AAAAAAAABeE/-3O5HsRbCu4/s72-c/river%2Btwirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-229292261689585877</id><published>2011-08-17T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:43:58.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've already been awake for 5 hours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No joke, I've been awake since 3:12 am (MST). Yep, I'm crying a little inside as I think about that, and would gladly welcome tears of pity from my lovely readers. I kid...kind of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I opted to not take a sleeping pill last night because by 9 pm I was already getting sleepy, so it seemed unnecessary. When I could barely keep my eyes open at 10:30 I felt pretty confident in my decision. When I woke up at 3 am to use the bathroom I had a few concerns about how awake I felt. And when 4 am rolled around and I was nowhere near falling asleep, I knew I was screwed. So, I brushed my teeth and hair, brewed a pot of coffee, flipped on some old school &lt;i&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/i&gt; and finished the last 150 pages of my book. I made it to work more than on time, but now 5 hours later I'm exhausted. It's only 8:30 am...oh boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zq2EfmIqLqY/TkvTVzlve3I/AAAAAAAABd8/oecOGInC7SQ/s1600/morning%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zq2EfmIqLqY/TkvTVzlve3I/AAAAAAAABd8/oecOGInC7SQ/s320/morning%2B2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To help keep me going today I wore some extra fun earrings, lovingly made by my mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wore cute, but comfortable clothes &lt;i&gt;(I have 2 work meetings today, so I needed to be appropriately dressed)&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stopped for an extra hot, nonfat latte from my favorite coffeeshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wore my favorite bracelets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm keeping myself excitedly geared up for a get-together with a girlfriend tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm mentally patting myself on the back for having painted my nails candy apple red this past weekend. It makes me smile when I see the flash of color as I type this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's going to be a long day, but I'm trying to keep it positive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you all do to keep your spirits up when your day stretches before you like an uninterrupted desert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-229292261689585877?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/229292261689585877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-already-been-awake-for-5-hours.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/229292261689585877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/229292261689585877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-already-been-awake-for-5-hours.html' title='I&apos;ve already been awake for 5 hours...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zq2EfmIqLqY/TkvTVzlve3I/AAAAAAAABd8/oecOGInC7SQ/s72-c/morning%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-2189125193899621951</id><published>2011-08-16T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:14:57.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Ambitious only for life itself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-UnYPH17fU/TksjztEr3wI/AAAAAAAABd0/9JTYn1dhG8g/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-UnYPH17fU/TksjztEr3wI/AAAAAAAABd0/9JTYn1dhG8g/s320/love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;we searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide.  most of all we love and want to be loved.  we want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give.  we do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Jack Kavanaugh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;found at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://littleremindersoflove.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Little Reminders of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-2189125193899621951?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/2189125193899621951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/ambitious-only-for-life-itself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2189125193899621951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2189125193899621951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/ambitious-only-for-life-itself.html' title='Ambitious only for life itself.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-UnYPH17fU/TksjztEr3wI/AAAAAAAABd0/9JTYn1dhG8g/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-961137568357256671</id><published>2011-08-11T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:25:56.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><title type='text'>A request for prayers and happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXLKNfmj9bQ/TkQCZpJZ7_I/AAAAAAAABdk/PxbI27UhKt8/s1600/girl%2Bby%2Bwater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXLKNfmj9bQ/TkQCZpJZ7_I/AAAAAAAABdk/PxbI27UhKt8/s320/girl%2Bby%2Bwater.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, lovely blogging world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You all know my trusty best friend, Jamie. You know, that lovely lady who lives in Australia and lets me come visit even if it takes me 6 months to get around to blogging about it. The one who drinks red wine with me and is always up for countless selfies and 2 am dance parties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, she's going through a rough time right now and would greatly appreciate a quick prayer and/or happy and positive thoughts sent her way. I would really appreciate it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long distance friendships are tough, but they're even tougher when one of you is in the midst of a crappy time and you can't physically be there for her&lt;em&gt; (or him)&lt;/em&gt;. It rips at your heart a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, if you have a moment, please direct some positive energy towards Queensland, Australia. Jamie and I will love you forever for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-961137568357256671?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/961137568357256671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/request-for-prayers-and-happy-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/961137568357256671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/961137568357256671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/request-for-prayers-and-happy-thoughts.html' title='A request for prayers and happy thoughts'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXLKNfmj9bQ/TkQCZpJZ7_I/AAAAAAAABdk/PxbI27UhKt8/s72-c/girl%2Bby%2Bwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-9106064934137817628</id><published>2011-08-10T10:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:26:27.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>It's not yet Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While chatting with one of my Aussie friends this weekend, I found myself repeatedly reminding him that it was still summer in Colorado. He seemed to be convinced that summer is actually May through July, so obviously I&amp;nbsp;must be&amp;nbsp;mistaken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But," I said "it's only the beginning of August. Autumn is still a month away."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My argument didn't appear to be taking hold until I finally asked him if it was Spring yet in Sydney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The answer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Not quite yet; it's still a month away."&lt;/i&gt; Ah-hah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those silly Northern versus Southern hemisphere seasons sure can be confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, the point of this apparently random story? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer isn't over yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...but, the practice for Autumn seems to be starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpy7bZCRWg4/TkKx7eXFTMI/AAAAAAAABdc/TLk1pS8PowE/s1600/mist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpy7bZCRWg4/TkKx7eXFTMI/AAAAAAAABdc/TLk1pS8PowE/s320/mist.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up this morning completely and happily cocooned in my comforter. My nose was chilly from the cool air in my bedroom, and I found myself darting my hand out to hit the snooze button as quickly as possible, not wanting to expose it to the world outside of my blankets for longer than necessary. My morning shower was reminiscent of those on Autumn mornings: hotter than normal, leaving my skin bright and rosy. And coffee, which is always step one for me, no matter the season, seemed to ease me into waking up better than usual. The sky was grey, and the mountains were veiled in low-lying clouds on my drive to work. There was a hint of the sun in the sky, the promise of afternoon sunshine once the mist burned off, but in that moment, Colorado felt like Autumn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so ready for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps- in Australia, a comforter is referred to as a &lt;b&gt;doona&lt;/b&gt;...I don't know why, but I kind of love it.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-9106064934137817628?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/9106064934137817628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-not-yet-autumn.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/9106064934137817628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/9106064934137817628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-not-yet-autumn.html' title='It&apos;s not yet Autumn'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpy7bZCRWg4/TkKx7eXFTMI/AAAAAAAABdc/TLk1pS8PowE/s72-c/mist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6271866514880437833</id><published>2011-07-29T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:44:35.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QIaSIX8SWo/TjMNOznahJI/AAAAAAAABdI/Y5E_U8MiX78/s1600/french%2Bbread%2Bbaguette%2Btruck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QIaSIX8SWo/TjMNOznahJI/AAAAAAAABdI/Y5E_U8MiX78/s320/french%2Bbread%2Bbaguette%2Btruck.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My favorite color is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;green. I have a serious, mad, crazy love for this color, and most people know it because I'm always gravitating towards it.&lt;/span&gt; &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;2. My travel destination of choice is&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;, the mountains...at least at this moment. I could go for a little weekend jaunt up to the mountains. Crisp mountain air, a little hiking, glorious blue skies full of fluffy white clouds and s'mores. Yep, that sounds good right now.&lt;/span&gt; &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;3. My favorite food is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;bread. Oh, my unhealthy love of bread...it's ridiculous. I'm also a big fan of cheese. And bread + cheese? Yep, heaven.&lt;/span&gt; &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;4. My happy place is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Barnes and Noble, or a quirky coffee shop with comfy chairs. Really, my happy place is wherever I'm alone in my head, or curled up with a book and a cup of tea or coffee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Can we say introvert?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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;5. My favorite saying is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"smokin' deal"...not because I say it very often, but because it's my Mother's phrase and it never ceases to make me smile. Jamie and I frequently discuss our latest "smokin' deals" and then chuckle because it's such a Debby phrase...and we kind of like Debby.&lt;/span&gt;&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;6. My dirty little secret is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;that I only own a couple pairs of jeans. I live in jeans, but I wash and re-wear the same pairs over and over. I don't see the point of having a closet full of jeans when just a few, well bought pairs will get you by. &lt;/span&gt;&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;7. Something friends might say about me is that&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;when I set my mind to something, I tend to stick with it. This can make me seem like a stick in the mud if I really don't want to do something, or it can be quite fun when I'm gung-ho about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6271866514880437833?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6271866514880437833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/fill-in-blank-friday_29.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6271866514880437833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6271866514880437833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/fill-in-blank-friday_29.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QIaSIX8SWo/TjMNOznahJI/AAAAAAAABdI/Y5E_U8MiX78/s72-c/french%2Bbread%2Bbaguette%2Btruck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-7156009932680581676</id><published>2011-07-28T15:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:33:07.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it was coffee spoons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T.S. Eliot once said, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have measured out my life with coffee spoons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always loved this quote because it seems to fit in nicely with my coffee-obsessed life, but I've decided to tweak it just a bit for my summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rather than coffee spoons, I swear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I measure out my life with red pen ink refills and white out tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf0HoLyEu4U/TjHU5Z1yf5I/AAAAAAAABdA/eD-LW6-j_rE/s1600/paperwork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf0HoLyEu4U/TjHU5Z1yf5I/AAAAAAAABdA/eD-LW6-j_rE/s320/paperwork.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-7156009932680581676?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/7156009932680581676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wish-it-was-coffee-spoons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7156009932680581676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7156009932680581676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wish-it-was-coffee-spoons.html' title='I wish it was coffee spoons...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf0HoLyEu4U/TjHU5Z1yf5I/AAAAAAAABdA/eD-LW6-j_rE/s72-c/paperwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1506350005213036216</id><published>2011-07-27T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:15:42.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library catalog card'/><title type='text'>On my June bookshelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize July is nearly over, but I hadn't yet posted my June reads, so I figured I'd hop to it before I lost another month to this speedy summer I seem to be having! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxs6ftuMolQ/TjA38ZwLmzI/AAAAAAAABc4/jb9sgzm-B58/s1600/june%2Blibrary%2Bcard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxs6ftuMolQ/TjA38ZwLmzI/AAAAAAAABc4/jb9sgzm-B58/s400/june%2Blibrary%2Bcard.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I traveled to Michigan with my Mom at the beginning of June, and travel almost always leads to extra reading for me thanks to hanging out in airports and not being a plane talker. I also tend to gravitate towards beachy chick lit and Young Adult reads, so don't be fooled into thinking I'm a fast reader...I just have the book tastes of a teenager when the sun is out and the temps are skyrocketing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps- &lt;strong&gt;Russian Winter &lt;/strong&gt;was an incredible novel, and was neither beachy nor YA.&amp;nbsp; I definitely recommend this one to anyone who likes fiction that weaves together characters and stories&amp;nbsp;from their present-day and their relevant&amp;nbsp;past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1506350005213036216?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1506350005213036216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-my-june-bookshelf.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1506350005213036216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1506350005213036216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-my-june-bookshelf.html' title='On my June bookshelf'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxs6ftuMolQ/TjA38ZwLmzI/AAAAAAAABc4/jb9sgzm-B58/s72-c/june%2Blibrary%2Bcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-2676118517838167296</id><published>2011-07-26T16:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:17:48.219-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Your fondest of daydreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matchbook Magazine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; posted the following question on their Facebook page:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET'S DISCUSS: In your fondest of daydreams, do you live in a quaint country cottage, a lavish city apartment or perhaps a cozy cabin by the seashore? We’d love to hear what your dream home is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my fondest of daydreams I definitely live in a city apartment, or even a townhome. I'm not sure if "lavish" would be its best description, but it would be a stylish, cosy, truly livable space with fabulous views...perhaps of the Sydney Harbour? I love the idea of an Australian highrise apartment with views of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House. I also love the idea of a city townhouse full of character, just down the street from a pretty park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YtYUymhy38w/Ti9FZFPdQnI/AAAAAAAABcw/dn0OzZt-n4g/s1600/flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YtYUymhy38w/Ti9FZFPdQnI/AAAAAAAABcw/dn0OzZt-n4g/s320/flowers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This being said, since it is my daydream, you wouldn't hear me say no to a quaint country cottage, perfect for family vacations. Right now, this cottage is near the sea because I love the idea of spending evenings on the dock, sipping wine with friends. But tomorrow this cottage may be tucked into the Tuscan country side, a short bike ride away from the vineyards; or it may be nestled into the Swiss Alps near a town with a medieval bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clearly my daydreams are taking me outside of the US, but that's the lovely thing about daydreams: you get to go wherever your heart desires in that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;So, tell me: where are your fondest daydreams transporting you to&amp;nbsp;today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-2676118517838167296?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/2676118517838167296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/your-fondest-of-daydreams.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2676118517838167296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2676118517838167296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/your-fondest-of-daydreams.html' title='Your fondest of daydreams'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YtYUymhy38w/Ti9FZFPdQnI/AAAAAAAABcw/dn0OzZt-n4g/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-290479181351296611</id><published>2011-07-22T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T11:01:58.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FxNdFcOk81I/Timsr5et1_I/AAAAAAAABco/CwrCdA-sZ6w/s1600/darling%2Bharbour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FxNdFcOk81I/Timsr5et1_I/AAAAAAAABco/CwrCdA-sZ6w/s320/darling%2Bharbour.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. One of my happiest moments ever was&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;coming through customs in Sydney, Australia to find Jamie and Nick waiting with huge smiles on their faces. Those first hugs were the best!&lt;/span&gt;&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;2. Summer is wedding season and weddings are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;a lovely celebration of a couple's love. I think weddings are gorgeous and can be fabulously lavish affairs, but are sometimes over done. I'm partial to a City Hall ceremony myself and will stand firm on only having the closest family and friends at my wedding &lt;i&gt;(when/if I get married)&lt;/i&gt;. A wedding is for you and your love, and those people who have helped you to become the couple you are. They aren't for family you hardly know, friends of parents you've never met and other "supposed-to" invites. &lt;i&gt;*in my opinion*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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;3. This summer&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;has been my busiest one yet, work wise, and has been surprisingly hot and humid. Granted, this is by CO standards, so the heat is to be expected, but the lasting humidity is a surprise.&lt;/span&gt; &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;4. My summer food of choice has been&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;mangoes and caesar salads.&lt;/span&gt; &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;5. My summer uniform has been&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;lots of sundresses, or jean capris, tank/tee, flip flops and a cardi in my purse for the evenings. I spend a lot of time in my running shorts, too, but that's not overly glamorous, although they are super comfy.&lt;/span&gt;&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;6. If I could spend the entire summer in one location I would choose&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Colorado, actually. I love Colorado summers, and compared with the other summers I've experienced &lt;i&gt;(Midwest, East coast, tropical)&lt;/i&gt; I don't think I would trade mine in.&lt;/span&gt;&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;7. My summer anthem is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;either &lt;i&gt;Young Blood&lt;/i&gt; by The Naked and Famous or &lt;i&gt;Just A Little Bit&lt;/i&gt; by Kids of 88.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-290479181351296611?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/290479181351296611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/fill-in-blank-friday_22.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/290479181351296611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/290479181351296611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/fill-in-blank-friday_22.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FxNdFcOk81I/Timsr5et1_I/AAAAAAAABco/CwrCdA-sZ6w/s72-c/darling%2Bharbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-7064028017044347195</id><published>2011-07-21T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:54:24.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to curl up in this bed, amidst the oddly aesthetic clutter</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BzLD8F9ciY/TiianuCPmeI/AAAAAAAABcg/vvjMPOHZ_l0/s1600/Anthro%2Bbedroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BzLD8F9ciY/TiianuCPmeI/AAAAAAAABcg/vvjMPOHZ_l0/s400/Anthro%2Bbedroom.jpg" width="400" /&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://www.anthropologie.com/"&gt;Anthro&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-7064028017044347195?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/7064028017044347195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-to-curl-up-in-this-bed-amidst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7064028017044347195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7064028017044347195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-to-curl-up-in-this-bed-amidst.html' title='I want to curl up in this bed, amidst the oddly aesthetic clutter'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BzLD8F9ciY/TiianuCPmeI/AAAAAAAABcg/vvjMPOHZ_l0/s72-c/Anthro%2Bbedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3823251132432388711</id><published>2011-07-19T21:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:26:25.228-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Romanticized image: The seduction of perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX6Hp7WVoB8/TiZGYTYF4OI/AAAAAAAABcY/f18EKyVevJQ/s1600/option%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX6Hp7WVoB8/TiZGYTYF4OI/AAAAAAAABcY/f18EKyVevJQ/s320/option%2B3.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The thing about Paris is that it's seductive. It's not the men or the dates or even the perfect kisses that have the power to seduce you...No, it's the city itself--the quaint alleyways, the picturesque bridges, the perfectly manicured gardens, the rainbow of flowers that bloom everywhere in graceful harmony in the springtime. It's the way the sparkling lights illuminate everything at night, the way the stars dangle over the city like someone placed them there by hand, the way the Seine ripples softly like a supple blanket stretched between the banks. It's the hidden cafes, the tiny, self-righteous dogs, and the cobblestone streets where you least expect them. It's the bright green of the grass, the deep blue of the sky, the blinding white of the Sacre-Coeur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It is perfection. And in perfection, there is seduction. Because maybe if you stay long enough in a city that's so perfect, you'll find perfection in your own life, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Kristin Harmel-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from &lt;em&gt;The Art of French Kissing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3823251132432388711?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3823251132432388711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/romanticized-image-seduction-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3823251132432388711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3823251132432388711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/romanticized-image-seduction-of.html' title='Romanticized image: The seduction of perfection'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX6Hp7WVoB8/TiZGYTYF4OI/AAAAAAAABcY/f18EKyVevJQ/s72-c/option%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1966056008054308560</id><published>2011-07-18T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:10:39.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>What the day holds for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cups of Lady Grey tea with a splash of milk because even when it's in the 90's, I love the comfort of a hot beverage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quick lunch date with my Mom because she truly is one of my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stolen moments for daydreaming; briefly giving into my unsettled feeling that tends to arise when I'm stressed. Australia has consumed me ever since I got back from my trip, and I can't decide if it's due to a shift in me or if it's because my mind and body need a little more then the 2 weeks I gave them to fully digest my experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yicRdBLsJ9U/TiR2sNUmt0I/AAAAAAAABcQ/Yiyx1SUbX7E/s1600/australia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yicRdBLsJ9U/TiR2sNUmt0I/AAAAAAAABcQ/Yiyx1SUbX7E/s320/australia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juggling my Fire Invoice Auditor hat with my Fire Invoice Trainer hat...I love the additional help, but rarely give myself enough credit as a good teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading &lt;a href="http://cheandfidel.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;, which encourages, rather than helps, my unsettled feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contemplating yoga again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIF59Ktt1XQ/TiR18Eu843I/AAAAAAAABcI/1iLexbb-akA/s1600/yoga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIF59Ktt1XQ/TiR18Eu843I/AAAAAAAABcI/1iLexbb-akA/s320/yoga.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Itching for an evening jog; just me, my music and my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering if I should pick up a bottle or two of wine on my way home. I'm all out and I like having them around in case I need to bring a bottle to a girls night or gift one (unopened, of course) to a friend, but the knowledge that I need to pack for my upcoming move has me second-guessing my usual actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing I hadn't brought up the move...too stressful at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanting a chat with Jamie, but unable to find the time for more than just a few random snippets between our crazy schedules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needing to see Harry Potter 7.2. Again. I feel like a door of my childhood was just closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDwP3qT3nuQ/TiR0sKgyyJI/AAAAAAAABcA/FMyukAOHdnA/s1600/HP%2B7.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDwP3qT3nuQ/TiR0sKgyyJI/AAAAAAAABcA/FMyukAOHdnA/s320/HP%2B7.2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1966056008054308560?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1966056008054308560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-day-holds-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1966056008054308560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1966056008054308560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-day-holds-for-me.html' title='What the day holds for me'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yicRdBLsJ9U/TiR2sNUmt0I/AAAAAAAABcQ/Yiyx1SUbX7E/s72-c/australia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-5607767678277544118</id><published>2011-07-15T09:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:19:41.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8tSs0bWY0/TiBhNkCVgnI/AAAAAAAABb4/KggE1xrJ84Q/s1600/morning%2Bcoffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8tSs0bWY0/TiBhNkCVgnI/AAAAAAAABb4/KggE1xrJ84Q/s320/morning%2Bcoffee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I am a (morning, evening, middle of the day person)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;morning person in the sense that I love alone time in the morning. I like getting up on the earlier side in order to enjoy my coffee, have a leisurely start to my day and, if it's the weekend, fit in a walk or run before it gets too hot. I'm one of those people that once I'm awake, I'm awake, and I've never really enjoyed just lounging about in bed. I'd rather take my lounging to the couch or patio. Oh, and brekky is my favorite meal of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&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;2. My favorite Pandora stations are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(currently) &lt;/em&gt;Arcade Fire, The Naked and Famous, Thompson Square, AWOLNATION and The Temper Trap. This will change as the season's change, but for the height of summer, that little quick mix gets me through the day at work.&lt;/span&gt; &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;3. 3 of my "must-have" songs for a road trip playlist are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't Stop Believin'&lt;/i&gt; by Journey, &lt;i&gt;Alone&lt;/i&gt; by Heart and &lt;i&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/i&gt; soundtrack. Jamie and I used to road trip to and from Minnesota several times a year in college and Journey and Heart are perfect for belting your heart out while driving with the windows down through the middle of Iowa, and &lt;i&gt;Phantom&lt;/i&gt; is the best for keeping you awake at 2 am. &lt;/span&gt;&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;4. My favorite pattern is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;probably floral, although I do love a girlified lumberjack plaid in the Fall...what can I say, I'm a Colorado girl.&lt;/span&gt;&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;5. My favorite perfume is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Burberry Brit or Body by Victoria, but I've also been wearing &lt;i&gt;Incredible&lt;/i&gt; body mist from Victoria's Secret this summer, which I really like.&lt;/span&gt; &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;6. Rules are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;usually in place for a reason. Sometimes people get a little too carried away with rules, but I tend to lean more towards the things-are-fairly-black-and-white view of the world &lt;i&gt;(not in everything!)&lt;/i&gt; so I am a fan of rules.&lt;/span&gt; &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;7. My most overused phrase or punctuation is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;either "seriously" or "literally", which yes, are words rather than a phrase, but they apply because I definitely use them a lot. I also love ellipses...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-5607767678277544118?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/5607767678277544118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/fill-in-blank-friday_15.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5607767678277544118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5607767678277544118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/fill-in-blank-friday_15.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8tSs0bWY0/TiBhNkCVgnI/AAAAAAAABb4/KggE1xrJ84Q/s72-c/morning%2Bcoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-5084169363734705223</id><published>2011-07-14T15:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:07:32.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>A break from life to celebrate a birthday (and to eat sushi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Work has been crazy. It's been frustrating. I've been on the edge of tears after finishing for the day a few too many times. I tend to turn into the ultimate hermit when my stress levels peak. I revert to my tried and true inner introvert, finding solace in my thoughts and the scenery on long walks, embracing the calm found in books, cups of tea and the occassional glass of wine. I don't have the urge to go out and surround myself with people. It can be too &lt;strong&gt;overwhelming&lt;/strong&gt; for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, there are those times when I pull myself out of my hermit-like ways and join the world again, despite my stress, or exhaustion or raging hormones. It's good for me, and you know what? I rarely regret my decision. That's what I have to remind myself: I love my friends and the energy we give off simply from being around each other. We understand the stressors in each of our lives and strive to push it away with laughter and good food...and we usually succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Lisa's birthday was on Tuesday, and even though I was &lt;i&gt;*this*&lt;/i&gt; close to losing it over continued work problems and general discontent over still not feeling 100% after last week's cold, I made the time to join in for her sushi dinner at one of our favorite spots in town. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so glad that I did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We sat outside, people-watched, made friends with a spunky boxer puppy, enjoyed a glass of wine, ate copious amounts of sushi and I tried saki and mochi for the first time. It was the perfect interlude to celebrate my lovely friend, and to remind myself that I never want to let life pass me by.&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/-KZURdidwZX4/Th9ZdhXO8lI/AAAAAAAABbQ/0Ga1AmesZvU/s1600/suehiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZURdidwZX4/Th9ZdhXO8lI/AAAAAAAABbQ/0Ga1AmesZvU/s320/suehiro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIvmYxB0cnw/Th9Zix1FqNI/AAAAAAAABbY/0ezATeEIGwA/s1600/planters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIvmYxB0cnw/Th9Zix1FqNI/AAAAAAAABbY/0ezATeEIGwA/s320/planters.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6s7cUmtPWbM/Th9Z0pjVMWI/AAAAAAAABbw/lHmz3C_3PXQ/s320/mochi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-5084169363734705223?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/5084169363734705223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/break-from-life-to-celebrate-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5084169363734705223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5084169363734705223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/break-from-life-to-celebrate-birthday.html' title='A break from life to celebrate a birthday (and to eat sushi)'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZURdidwZX4/Th9ZdhXO8lI/AAAAAAAABbQ/0Ga1AmesZvU/s72-c/suehiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4679151169435750708</id><published>2011-07-11T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:56:26.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger troubles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There seem to be some weird issues with Blogger not allowing people to comment on my posts...I'm looking into this and trying to figure out how to fix it.&amp;nbsp; Until then, please bear with me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, if you really want to share a comment, shoot me an email: &lt;a href="mailto:erin.cestlavie@gmail.com"&gt;erin.cestlavie@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I always love hearing everyone's thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4679151169435750708?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4679151169435750708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogger-troubles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4679151169435750708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4679151169435750708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogger-troubles.html' title='Blogger troubles...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4527150256122828932</id><published>2011-07-11T21:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:09:46.201-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>The balance between Summer and Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrP2zUjtit8/Thu9jsDbYNI/AAAAAAAABa4/Y8IP3u7YMSQ/s1600/tea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrP2zUjtit8/Thu9jsDbYNI/AAAAAAAABa4/Y8IP3u7YMSQ/s320/tea.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend had me craving Fall just a little bit. Granted, I did spend some time laying out by the pool, keeping my tan up and eating frozen yogurt with my Mom, but thoughts of Fall are still in the back of my mind. I'm not sure if it's because I'm over the hot temps or if it's the afternoon mini monsoons we've been having, which make me crave tea and reading under blankets, but I think I've hit my Summer peak. I'm not ready for the days to get shorter, for the pool to close nor for my little patio garden to bite the dust, but I am more than ready for chilly, brisk mornings, pumpkin spice lattes and cardigans...you know, just a few of my favorite things. I'm also ready to rock the new skinny jeans I found for $9 &lt;em&gt;(yes, you're reading that correctly)&lt;/em&gt; at the Ann Taylor Outlet this weekend. Perhaps that little deal is what's really putting me in this Fall mood...that and the pumpkin spice lattes, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4527150256122828932?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4527150256122828932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/balance-between-summer-and-fall.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4527150256122828932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4527150256122828932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/balance-between-summer-and-fall.html' title='The balance between Summer and Fall'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrP2zUjtit8/Thu9jsDbYNI/AAAAAAAABa4/Y8IP3u7YMSQ/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1396824253744386240</id><published>2011-07-10T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:13:45.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>She had to give something up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2iNBJcOzuo8/Tho_4zpUZVI/AAAAAAAABaw/K48JI3j8Qw0/s1600/option%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="399" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2iNBJcOzuo8/Tho_4zpUZVI/AAAAAAAABaw/K48JI3j8Qw0/s400/option%2B1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;She couldn't anymore be the same person she had been all along; she had to give something up to make room. But she stopped crying after that, and now she only cried once in a while, when she least expected it or when she finished books that she especially loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;-Nicole Krauss-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;from &lt;em&gt;Man Walks into a Room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1396824253744386240?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1396824253744386240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/she-had-to-give-something-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1396824253744386240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1396824253744386240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/she-had-to-give-something-up.html' title='She had to give something up'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2iNBJcOzuo8/Tho_4zpUZVI/AAAAAAAABaw/K48JI3j8Qw0/s72-c/option%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4298871757797800275</id><published>2011-07-08T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:44:31.169-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it's been 10 days since I last blogged...so sorry, dear readers! My only excuses are the current insanity of my workload and the nasty cold I've been fighting this week; summer colds really are the worst! But, I'm starting to feel perkier and there's a small light at the end of the Fiscal Year-End tunnel that I'm currently stuck in at work, so here's hoping I get back into the swing of things quickly! But until then, I leave you with &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren's&lt;/a&gt; summer-themed blanks!&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/-vrHDI9T3R54/ThcXQu8iunI/AAAAAAAABao/bXDjyrQ4apY/s1600/summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrHDI9T3R54/ThcXQu8iunI/AAAAAAAABao/bXDjyrQ4apY/s320/summer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My plans this summer include&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;a lot of work &lt;i&gt;(wildland fires like to burn in the summer, people!)&lt;/i&gt;, Friday night dinners from the grill, reading as many mindless chick lit books as possible while laying out by the pool, morning hikes with my Mom and evening walks/jogs once it's cooled and the sun is setting.&lt;/span&gt;&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;2. The best summer I ever had was&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;probably last summer because it started off with a trip to the Chesapeake with Corey and Matt and was full of hikes, Skype fests with Jamie and boys...although to be perfectly honest, I think all summers have their pros and cons.&lt;/span&gt;&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;3. Summer is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;reading on the patio, fresh herbs and tomatoes in the garden, late evening walks because the days are so long, fresh fruit, mountain drives, flowing sundresses, sandals, swimming, sun tea, lazy weekends after busy weeks and margaritas on the patio with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&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;4. My favorite summer food is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;fresh tomatoes and basil with salt, pepper and a drizzle of balsamic.&lt;/span&gt;&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;5. The best way to quench a summer thirst is with&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;freshly brewed blackberry sage sun tea, or a frozen strawberry margarita.&lt;/span&gt;&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;6. My summer uniform consists of&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;a lot of sundresses,&amp;nbsp;running shorts and a tee when I'm lounging on the weekends, and as many bright colors and pretty patterns as I can incorporate into my wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&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;7. The best thing about summer is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;how long the days are. The extra hours of daylight encourage outdoor activity and fill the evenings with endless possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4298871757797800275?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4298871757797800275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/fill-in-blank-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4298871757797800275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4298871757797800275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/07/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrHDI9T3R54/ThcXQu8iunI/AAAAAAAABao/bXDjyrQ4apY/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3307164148666888241</id><published>2011-06-28T09:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:20:12.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>I'm not ashamed to admit I judge books by their covers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the first things I do on Tuesday mornings is check Barnes and Noble's&amp;nbsp;New Releases list. Why yes, I am a self-proclaimed book nerd, but that isn't news to any of you. I rarely buy full-price books, but I like to know what's new so I can keep my to-read list updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The book that caught my eye this morning isn't actually available until July, but it looks good! It's definitely an Eri book &lt;em&gt;(history, romance, unanswered questions)&lt;/em&gt; and I have a feeling it's going to be a good read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6PFGnUZc6M/Tgnv1IbTCdI/AAAAAAAABaA/_GP9zXyLTK4/s1600/book%2Bcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6PFGnUZc6M/Tgnv1IbTCdI/AAAAAAAABaA/_GP9zXyLTK4/s320/book%2Bcover.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Barnes and Noble:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A sophisticated, page-turning double love story spanning forty years-an unforgettable Brief Encounter for our times.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;It is 1960. When Jennifer Stirling wakes up in the hospital, she can remember nothing-not the tragic car accident that put her there, not her husband, not even who she is. She feels like a stranger in her own life until she stumbles upon an impassioned letter, signed simply "B", asking her to leave her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Years later, in 2003, a journalist named Ellie discovers the same enigmatic letter in a forgotten file in her newspaper's archives. She becomes obsessed by the story and hopeful that it can resurrect her faltering career. Perhaps if these lovers had a happy ending she will find one to her own complicated love life, too. Ellie's search will rewrite history and help her see the truth about her own modern romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;A spellbinding, intoxicating love story with a knockout ending, &lt;em&gt;The Last Letter from Your Lover&lt;/em&gt; will appeal to the readers who have made &lt;em&gt;One Day&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/em&gt; bestsellers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, by the way, I truly, madly, deeply loved &lt;em&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3307164148666888241?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3307164148666888241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-ashamed-to-admit-i-judge-books.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3307164148666888241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3307164148666888241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-ashamed-to-admit-i-judge-books.html' title='I&apos;m not ashamed to admit I judge books by their covers'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6PFGnUZc6M/Tgnv1IbTCdI/AAAAAAAABaA/_GP9zXyLTK4/s72-c/book%2Bcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8696584611007847710</id><published>2011-06-27T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:26:14.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>That moment of visual pull.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever find yourself drawn to an image?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That seems like a ridiculous question because I'm willing to go out on a limb and assume everyone has found themselves drawn to an image at least once in their lifetime. We may not all be consistently visual, but I'm sure even the most linear of thinkers has had a moment of visual pull. That moment when you glance at an image and you can feel your soul sigh and you find your eyes brightening just a tad and a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love that moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have that moment a lot, hence all of the images on my blog, the fact that I'm constantly taking pictures and the copious amounts of art I continue to accumulate. I like the memories that come with old images, and the daydreams that are rooted in new ones. I like the comparison of other people's interpretations of scenes from my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfkbbWKrybw/Tgj-xMaEHfI/AAAAAAAABZ4/jSdbJl-pD30/s1600/option%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfkbbWKrybw/Tgj-xMaEHfI/AAAAAAAABZ4/jSdbJl-pD30/s400/option%2B1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was caught a little by surprise today when the image above caught my eye, made me pause and caused my mind to start to wander. It's not the usual visual that instantly catches my attention. I'm far more drawn to urban scenes than to nature or tropical images, but something about this one makes me feel happy. Despite wanting to delve into my psyche in regards to this &lt;em&gt;(reminiscent&amp;nbsp;of Australia, perhaps?)&lt;/em&gt;, I think I'll just settle back and enjoy the mental adventure this image takes me on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is, after all, a Monday and goodness knows those can be rough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8696584611007847710?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8696584611007847710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-moment-of-visual-pull.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8696584611007847710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8696584611007847710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-moment-of-visual-pull.html' title='That moment of visual pull.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfkbbWKrybw/Tgj-xMaEHfI/AAAAAAAABZ4/jSdbJl-pD30/s72-c/option%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6185567424276520972</id><published>2011-06-24T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:50:00.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another week has rolled on by and it is once again Friday. I love Fridays. I don't think I truly appreciated Fridays &lt;em&gt;(and the weekends)&lt;/em&gt; until I graduated and started my job in the real world. I'm lucky that I love my job, but there is nothing sweeter than knowing you have 2 days to do whatever you want &lt;em&gt;(or often need to do)&lt;/em&gt;, and that knowledge always seems to make Fridays go just that much faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoZqkPIJ0ME/TgS_StbTy4I/AAAAAAAABZw/8v286A3-Mg8/s1600/option%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoZqkPIJ0ME/TgS_StbTy4I/AAAAAAAABZw/8v286A3-Mg8/s400/option%2B3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. The last thing I ate was&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;a glazed donut with hot pink and chocolate striped frosting. Perhaps not the healthiest start to my day, but it sure is a sweet one! &lt;i&gt;(haha, horrible play on words...feel free to judge me)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &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;2. The next thing I'd like to eat is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;salmon fish 'n chips and a caesar salad. The caesar salad I can do because that's what I packed for lunch, but the salmon may be a little more difficult...anyone want to drive to Oskar Blues in Longmont and pick me up some? Please and thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&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;3. The best things&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;involve friends. I have an amazing family and wonderful coworkers, but it's the times when I'm with my friends that I find myself feeling happiest, most confident and completely true to myself. There's nothing in this world that can compare to being surrounded by those people whom you've specifically chosen to have in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&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;4. Something that makes me supremely and utterly happy is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;traveling. I have wanderlust at all times so badly I can practically feel it radiating off of me, and any chance I get to give into it is like pure magic.&lt;/span&gt;&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;5. Sports are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;neither here nor there for me. I do love the Red Sox, and follow their season, but my life schedule is not determined by sports. I've also gotten more into NFL Sundays, but once again, my heart doesn't break if I miss it.&lt;/span&gt; &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;6. I miss&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Jamie Lynn! We've both been incredibly busy, and she's reveling in the fact that her Master's work is done so we haven't managed a good Skype date in a while. Random messages back and forth, but nothing of substance. It's time to schedule a date!&lt;/span&gt; &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;7. Right now I am&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;superbly happy. It's going to be a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6185567424276520972?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6185567424276520972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/fill-in-blank-friday_24.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6185567424276520972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6185567424276520972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/fill-in-blank-friday_24.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoZqkPIJ0ME/TgS_StbTy4I/AAAAAAAABZw/8v286A3-Mg8/s72-c/option%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8623477180922393772</id><published>2011-06-22T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:16:49.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I rather love this outfit...that is all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OT3rHqj7swk/TgIxXDE5FNI/AAAAAAAABZo/zxeMyI8FpJk/s1600/Live%2BTyler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OT3rHqj7swk/TgIxXDE5FNI/AAAAAAAABZo/zxeMyI8FpJk/s400/Live%2BTyler.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8623477180922393772?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8623477180922393772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-rather-love-this-outfitthat-is-all.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8623477180922393772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8623477180922393772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-rather-love-this-outfitthat-is-all.html' title='I rather love this outfit...that is all.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OT3rHqj7swk/TgIxXDE5FNI/AAAAAAAABZo/zxeMyI8FpJk/s72-c/Live%2BTyler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8863388358098954596</id><published>2011-06-21T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:33:01.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Imaginary Travel: Captain Fairfield Inn, Kennebunkport, ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My wanderlusting never really ceases, and it's a little strong today. That tends to happen to me on days when I'm feeling introverted and quiet, which is exactly how I've been feeling all morning. So, rather than lust my way somewhere across the world, I thought across the country was far enough away. You all know I have a special place in my heart for the East coast, and Maine sounds lovely today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Care to join me at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.captainfairfield.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Captain Fairfield Inn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; in Kennebunkport, Maine?&amp;nbsp; I'm completely in love with the gorgeous color palettes and the&amp;nbsp;eye-catching&amp;nbsp;mixture of period and modern pieces.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNrlif8y1nk/TgDhFKkFauI/AAAAAAAABY4/nw6zdD3S01w/s1600/Inn%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNrlif8y1nk/TgDhFKkFauI/AAAAAAAABY4/nw6zdD3S01w/s400/Inn%2B1.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksSE2_1_k0c/TgDhRiwqjjI/AAAAAAAABZA/rXEDc0g4Ip0/s1600/Inn%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksSE2_1_k0c/TgDhRiwqjjI/AAAAAAAABZA/rXEDc0g4Ip0/s400/Inn%2B2.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99cVBnIDOkA/TgDhx4SmJ6I/AAAAAAAABZI/dMZm0qaNp5M/s1600/Inn%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99cVBnIDOkA/TgDhx4SmJ6I/AAAAAAAABZI/dMZm0qaNp5M/s400/Inn%2B3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkY2akwmrWE/TgDi6lbj_-I/AAAAAAAABZg/tuOzaV3D1Vw/s400/Inn%2B6.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(All images courtesy of the Captain Fairfield Inn's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150215772090101.338601.73946685100#!/pages/Captain-Fairfield-Inn/73946685100"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;facebook page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8863388358098954596?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8863388358098954596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/imaginary-travel-captain-fairfield-inn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8863388358098954596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8863388358098954596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/imaginary-travel-captain-fairfield-inn.html' title='Imaginary Travel: Captain Fairfield Inn, Kennebunkport, ME'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNrlif8y1nk/TgDhFKkFauI/AAAAAAAABY4/nw6zdD3S01w/s72-c/Inn%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-5428254165080135449</id><published>2011-06-20T15:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:03:14.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Quarter of a Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6ZzOIft-eI/Tf_DSdvGb3I/AAAAAAAABYw/GjKKeRYhPfY/s1600/option%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620425581968912242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6ZzOIft-eI/Tf_DSdvGb3I/AAAAAAAABYw/GjKKeRYhPfY/s400/option%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be the first day of Summer, but today is my &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially &lt;strong&gt;25 years old&lt;/strong&gt;, and so far it has been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;I've never worked on my birthday before &lt;em&gt;(I'm spoiled and always take the day off)&lt;/em&gt;, but with Colorado's fire season raging and numerous calls coming in from the field, it just didn't feel appropriate to take the day off. And, I'm kind of glad that I didn't because my coworkers have made me feel so appreciated, loved and celebrated today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really good feeling about my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25th year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...let's all keep our fingers crossed, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-5428254165080135449?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/5428254165080135449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/quarter-of-century.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5428254165080135449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5428254165080135449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/quarter-of-century.html' title='Quarter of a Century'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6ZzOIft-eI/Tf_DSdvGb3I/AAAAAAAABYw/GjKKeRYhPfY/s72-c/option%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1878514912379253920</id><published>2011-06-19T09:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:31:17.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzNmwfVOqyQ/Tf4TDjK3P0I/AAAAAAAABYg/sw4qYUqNEgY/s1600/361%2Bedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619950336706297666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzNmwfVOqyQ/Tf4TDjK3P0I/AAAAAAAABYg/sw4qYUqNEgY/s400/361%2Bedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day, Mr. Man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but I know you always have my very best interests at heart. You're my favorite person to butt heads with, and I love the father-daughter relationship we have. Thank you for always looking out for me, for not laughing when I call needing directions, for researching technology for me and for always loving me, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8FgSsZN_0I/Tf4Tf1ShMlI/AAAAAAAABYo/ZcObUU4buRA/s1600/009%2Bedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619950822606582354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8FgSsZN_0I/Tf4Tf1ShMlI/AAAAAAAABYo/ZcObUU4buRA/s400/009%2Bedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I get this look a lot...yes, I know I'm crazy. Sorry, Dad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1878514912379253920?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1878514912379253920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1878514912379253920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1878514912379253920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzNmwfVOqyQ/Tf4TDjK3P0I/AAAAAAAABYg/sw4qYUqNEgY/s72-c/361%2Bedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8868936973079119440</id><published>2011-06-17T10:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:49:38.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No truer words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-FnemmrF4w/TfuFRRG9ayI/AAAAAAAABYY/2SoWnZHcNAA/s1600/be%2Bstill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619231491771689762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-FnemmrF4w/TfuFRRG9ayI/AAAAAAAABYY/2SoWnZHcNAA/s400/be%2Bstill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;found over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://seehayfly.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see.hay.fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8868936973079119440?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8868936973079119440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-truer-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8868936973079119440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8868936973079119440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-truer-words.html' title='No truer words...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-FnemmrF4w/TfuFRRG9ayI/AAAAAAAABYY/2SoWnZHcNAA/s72-c/be%2Bstill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3856021480604664112</id><published>2011-06-17T08:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:05:09.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, it has been a week! I'm in the midst of the height of my busy season at work, and I feel like I've been teetering on the edge of sanity since Monday...never has a Friday felt so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping this weekend involves some family time, a movie with a glass of wine and a morning spent reading and soaking up the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nIYcIE_zIo/TftsZuJLSvI/AAAAAAAABYQ/HMkfw6M9eTw/s1600/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619204149213874930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nIYcIE_zIo/TftsZuJLSvI/AAAAAAAABYQ/HMkfw6M9eTw/s320/summer.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The last movie I saw was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something Borrowed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my Mama. I saw it right when it opened, but I really wanted my mom to see it, too, so as soon as it moved to our local cheap theater we made a date! I just love this movie...and Ginnifer Goodwin &lt;em&gt;(total girl crush)&lt;/em&gt;...and Colin Egglesfield &lt;em&gt;(be still my heart)&lt;/em&gt;. I read this book the summer after my freshman year of college and always hoped it'd be turned into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I want to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;spend my day reading by the pool while eating blueberries and mango and drinking a beer + sparkling lemonade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Surprises are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tough for me to keep because I get so excited about the person's reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The best accessory is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a unique pair of earrings or a kick-ass pair of shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. My favorite warm drink is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a flat white, but seeing as I can only get those in Australia, my 2nd favorite is a tie between a cup of Lady Grey tea with milk or a nonfat latte from The Human Bean...if I close my eyes, The Human Bean's latte tastes similar to a flat white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. My favorite cold drink is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;water. I'm also oddly obsessed with V8 right now, which is so not like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Currently loving&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nora Roberts' latest book &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chasing Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It has romance, mystery, wildland firefighting and lines from Tennyson, so pretty much my ideal book. And, I have to tip my hat to her for her awesome research on the topic of wildfires; she's got her facts straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ps- my birthday is on Monday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3856021480604664112?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3856021480604664112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/fill-in-blank-friday_17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3856021480604664112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3856021480604664112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/fill-in-blank-friday_17.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nIYcIE_zIo/TftsZuJLSvI/AAAAAAAABYQ/HMkfw6M9eTw/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3087628073130213217</id><published>2011-06-15T16:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T16:17:50.629-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library catalog card'/><title type='text'>I'm ready to get out of my 4 books per month slump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uMaxVt1jUY/Tfkt66_XNbI/AAAAAAAABYA/RjnlBmWCYUM/s1600/library%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618572500412085682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uMaxVt1jUY/Tfkt66_XNbI/AAAAAAAABYA/RjnlBmWCYUM/s400/library%2Bcard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I read in May, I have to tell you that Susanna Kearsley's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Winter Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was by far my favorite. It was breathtaking; and yes, I know how insanely corny that sounds, but that's just how I roll sometimes. I professed my love for this book when I started reading it &lt;em&gt;(I'm too lazy to link up with the post)&lt;/em&gt; and it did not disappoint. Thank goodness I have this one on my Nook because I have a feeling this may be one I re-read bits of every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that summer is making itself known here in Northern Colorado, I find myself wanting to spend significant amounts of time reading in the sunshine. But, summertime reading, for me, is different than any other season because I find myself drawn more to chick lit and quick-to-read series &lt;em&gt;(think Sookie Stackhouse and Stephanie Plum series)&lt;/em&gt; for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, does anyone have any &lt;strong&gt;book recommendations&lt;/strong&gt; for me?&lt;br /&gt;Please and thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3087628073130213217?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3087628073130213217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-ready-to-get-out-of-my-4-books-per.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3087628073130213217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3087628073130213217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-ready-to-get-out-of-my-4-books-per.html' title='I&apos;m ready to get out of my 4 books per month slump!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uMaxVt1jUY/Tfkt66_XNbI/AAAAAAAABYA/RjnlBmWCYUM/s72-c/library%2Bcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-2766782222103794178</id><published>2011-06-13T10:38:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:20:30.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I spent Saturday with the cutest baby boy in all the land!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all remember my Baltimore bestie, Corey, right? The one who showed me such wonderful long weekends in Baltimore over the past couple of years, and who got married &lt;em&gt;(to someone I also consider a dear friend, Matt)&lt;/em&gt; last August? Well, I've neglected to share with you all 2 very important things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Corey and Matt had a baby while I was in Australia, and&lt;br /&gt;2. They moved back to Colorado to be nearer to both of their families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I mentioned in my last post about "visiting Corey and baby Landon" and for some of you long-time readers who are aware of who Corey is there may have been a little confusion. I'm hoping all of the pieces are coming together now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Matt and Corey recently moved to the southside of Denver, so after picking my mother up from the airport Saturday evening, we took the long way home in order to have dinner with the new little family and to finally meet little Landon Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617769609462855842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkpd-h57vSE/TfZTshIEuKI/AAAAAAAABXo/9MaJnq-2vwc/s320/Landon%2B1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is too cute for words! And, such a mellow, sweet little man; he completely stole my heart. My mother obsessed over him for a couple of hours, but she was kind enough to let me hold him for about 5 minutes before stealing him away again. Sounds mean, right, but little babies make me kind of uncomfortable still, plus I'll be down to see Corey and Matt far more often than she will, so it's all fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQAL5lJ6S50/TfZUQvWkpTI/AAAAAAAABX4/lIwaygMFxZ4/s1600/Landon%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617770231757055282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQAL5lJ6S50/TfZUQvWkpTI/AAAAAAAABX4/lIwaygMFxZ4/s320/Landon%2B3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so wonderful to see my lovely friends and meet their handsome little man. And, Corey already looks completely amazing less than 2 months after having a baby, so she's obviously a rockstar that we should all be jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yqBqgC4o2SU/TfZT8np7MrI/AAAAAAAABXw/Fzfa7jfkK1w/s1600/Landon%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617769886093357746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yqBqgC4o2SU/TfZT8np7MrI/AAAAAAAABXw/Fzfa7jfkK1w/s320/Landon%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-2766782222103794178?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/2766782222103794178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-spent-saturday-with-cutest-baby-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2766782222103794178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2766782222103794178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-spent-saturday-with-cutest-baby-boy.html' title='I spent Saturday with the cutest baby boy in all the land!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkpd-h57vSE/TfZTshIEuKI/AAAAAAAABXo/9MaJnq-2vwc/s72-c/Landon%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6976245871769487372</id><published>2011-06-10T11:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:49:55.887-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lauren's blanking all about summer vacations today, so feel free to &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;link up&lt;/a&gt;! I mean, come on, who doesn't love talking about summer vacas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHkDsmZ3zUo/TfJY-E9j6vI/AAAAAAAABXg/xu7EgRQdMQI/s1600/option%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616649508791511794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHkDsmZ3zUo/TfJY-E9j6vI/AAAAAAAABXg/xu7EgRQdMQI/s320/option%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. This weekend I'm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;planning on doing some cleaning and reading, picking my Mom up from the airport, visiting Corey and baby Landon &lt;em&gt;(!!)&lt;/em&gt;, possibly going for a hike and hitting up the Taste of Fort Collins,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm looking forward to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. My last vacation was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the most amazing trip of a lifetime to Australia. I'm dying to go back &lt;em&gt;(but you all know that already)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. My next vacation will be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a long weekend in Boston, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. My favorite way to relax is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;with a long walk followed by reading with a glass of wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. When vacationing one should always&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;relax and have fun. I'm big on planning things out, but I have to agree with Lauren: a little spontaneity is important! You should always take pictures, too...there is nothing wrong with a little documentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. When vacationing one should never&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pick fights, nor turn down a really good opportunity; you'll probably regret it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. The best part about a vacation is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;travel. Stay-cations are lovely, but having the opportunity to get away from it all for a little while is a fabulous thing. Whether you're off to a new destination or an oft-frequented one, there are always new adventures to be had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6976245871769487372?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6976245871769487372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/fill-in-blank-friday_10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6976245871769487372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6976245871769487372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/fill-in-blank-friday_10.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHkDsmZ3zUo/TfJY-E9j6vI/AAAAAAAABXg/xu7EgRQdMQI/s72-c/option%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4824373469618104478</id><published>2011-06-10T11:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:08:51.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Midnight in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am absolutely dying to see this movie soon, perhaps even this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Paris, Woody Allen's quirkiness and Rachel McAdams is a recipe for perfection in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BYRWfS2s2v4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4824373469618104478?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4824373469618104478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/midnight-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4824373469618104478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4824373469618104478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/midnight-in-paris.html' title='Midnight in Paris'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BYRWfS2s2v4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1737952563809765881</id><published>2011-06-03T11:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:24:36.161-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jam44zjju2A/TekmIvgYpHI/AAAAAAAABXY/Wf4XX7UBSKQ/s1600/choice%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614060342127142002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jam44zjju2A/TekmIvgYpHI/AAAAAAAABXY/Wf4XX7UBSKQ/s320/choice%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mangoes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;because&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;despite being a serious pain in the butt to cut, they have such incredible flavor! They also make me think of summer time, margaritas and Townsville, Australia...all good things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. A time that mama knew best was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;when she told me it would be better to buy a ticket to Australia than a new couch. I was having one of my usual Eri freak outs about how expensive the trip was going to be and about traveling so far by myself, etc, etc and Mom talked me down from the edge and I'm so glad she did. A life-altering adventure with my bestie was way better than a new couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. My first kiss went a little like this&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;does being chased around the playground by the same boy every day in 1st grade until he'd catch me, pin me down and then kiss me count? Because if so, that's a little how my first kiss went. &lt;em&gt;Haha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. My celebrity crush is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Christopher Egan from &lt;em&gt;Letters to Juliet&lt;/em&gt;. He reminds me so much of a British Heath Ledger, and Heath stole my heart when I was 11 years old. I have numerous other celebrity crushes &lt;em&gt;(what girl doesn't?)&lt;/em&gt;, but we'll stick with the Chrises for now...Chris Pine, especially when he wears his glasses, and Chris Hemsworth. Yep, all hotties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. My splurge of choice is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;travel. Sure, I love to splurge a little on dinners with friends, bottles of wine, nonfat lattes and a new book here and there, but travel is my real, true splurge. Travel is extremely important to me, and I always manage to find a way to pay for that plane ticket, or get that day off of work for a long weekend. I swear it's vital to my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*let it be noted that I would travel far less if it weren't for my incredibly supportive parents...they rock*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. My biggest accomplishment is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;finding a grown-up job that I love. I'm lucky, and even though I would kill to make more money, I love what I do 95% of the time. I work for an agency I believe in, with good people and it challenges me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. My dance jam of choice is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;constantly changing, but currently it's &lt;em&gt;Who's That Chick?&lt;/em&gt; by David Guetta, featuring Rihanna and Nicki Minaj's &lt;em&gt;Super Bass&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to link up with Lauren, play along &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/2011/06/fill-in-blank-friday.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1737952563809765881?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1737952563809765881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/fill-in-blank-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1737952563809765881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1737952563809765881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jam44zjju2A/TekmIvgYpHI/AAAAAAAABXY/Wf4XX7UBSKQ/s72-c/choice%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3979567597402890521</id><published>2011-06-03T08:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:57:33.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Keats speaks to my soul.  Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnIF2OfRbeM/Tej1_h_PpuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/RF_cpSbK39c/s1600/choice%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614007407321523938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnIF2OfRbeM/Tej1_h_PpuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/RF_cpSbK39c/s400/choice%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give me books, fruit,&lt;br /&gt;French wine and fine weather&lt;br /&gt;and a little music out of doors,&lt;br /&gt;played by someone I do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-John Keats-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3979567597402890521?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3979567597402890521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/keats-speaks-to-my-soul-always.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3979567597402890521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3979567597402890521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/06/keats-speaks-to-my-soul-always.html' title='Keats speaks to my soul.  Always.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnIF2OfRbeM/Tej1_h_PpuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/RF_cpSbK39c/s72-c/choice%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8346391451902316334</id><published>2011-05-30T10:03:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:17:03.587-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>From whence came Her Fearful Symmetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;THE TYGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by William Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYGER, tyger, burning bright&lt;br /&gt;In the forests of the night,&lt;br /&gt;What immortal hand or eye&lt;br /&gt;Could frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what distant deeps or skies&lt;br /&gt;Burnt the fire of thine eyes?&lt;br /&gt;On what wings dare he aspire?&lt;br /&gt;What the hand dare seize the fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what shoulder and what art&lt;br /&gt;Could twist the sinews of thy heart?&lt;br /&gt;And, when thy heart began to beat,&lt;br /&gt;What dread hand and what dread feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hammer? What the chain?&lt;br /&gt;In what furnace was thy brain?&lt;br /&gt;What the anvil? What dread grasp&lt;br /&gt;Dare its deadly terrors clasp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars threw down their spears,&lt;br /&gt;And water'd heaven with their tears,&lt;br /&gt;Did He smile His work to see?&lt;br /&gt;Did He who made the lamb make thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyger, tyger, burning bright&lt;br /&gt;In the forests of the night,&lt;br /&gt;What immortal hand or eye&lt;br /&gt;Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love both of Audrey Niffinegger's novels, and am in awe of her ability to weave such gorgeous and unique stories. I'm always curious as to what inspires her tales. What, possibly simple, thought blossoms into an entire novel that grips the hearts of its readers from the first chapter? According to an interview my Mom heard, Blake's poem &lt;em&gt;The Tyger&lt;/em&gt; inspired &lt;em&gt;Her Fearful Symmetry&lt;/em&gt;. A poem whose theme revolves around what it means to live in a world with an undeniable existence of evil and violence, and how a being can be both beautiful and horrible all at once. For those of you who've read &lt;em&gt;Her Fearful Symmetry&lt;/em&gt;, I'm sure you'll be able to see the connections, and know which character(s) possess this fearful symmetry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8346391451902316334?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8346391451902316334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-whence-came-her-fearful-symmetry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8346391451902316334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8346391451902316334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-whence-came-her-fearful-symmetry.html' title='From whence came Her Fearful Symmetry'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8879192564798044284</id><published>2011-05-27T09:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:47:49.932-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VaAK7TYVHJA/Td_GI7mSJLI/AAAAAAAABXE/aWnfZHcw6wM/s1600/opera%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611421517466444978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VaAK7TYVHJA/Td_GI7mSJLI/AAAAAAAABXE/aWnfZHcw6wM/s320/opera%2Bhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If I could get away somewhere for the weekend I would go&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to Sydney, obviously,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and I would bring&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my mother and I would make sure Jamie was in the city, too. Magic would clearly be involved since it would take the entire weekend just to get half-way across the world, and I would want ample time to show Mom the sights, eat some mussels and drink entirely too many flat whites. I like when magic is involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Something I often rant about is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;everything! True story: I'm a ranter, but my main topics are people's stupid life choices, bad drivers and work drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. One item I need to have in my fridge at all time is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;milk. I drink a lot of milk and always have some in my fridge. Yogurt, broccoli and apples are on this list as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. My "life-saving" product is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;either volumizing mousse or mascara...but mascara probably wins because I will not leave the house without it on, and if I was stranded on a desert island I would want to have a few tubes with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. A friend is someone who&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;knows the real you, the good, the bad and the ugly, and loves, appreciates and respects you despite it all. You can fight with a true friend, be brutally honest, and know that at the end of the day that person is still there for you no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If I could write my own blank it would be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"If I could be a character in any novel, I would be _____"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. My favorite kind of art is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oil on canvas. I'm a sucker for Impressionism and Post-Impressionism. I love the way layers of oil paints look on canvas and the depth that comes from it. I also love water colors. Both art forms can have a rather romantic feel to them, which is probably why I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8879192564798044284?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8879192564798044284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/fill-in-blank-friday_27.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8879192564798044284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8879192564798044284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/fill-in-blank-friday_27.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VaAK7TYVHJA/Td_GI7mSJLI/AAAAAAAABXE/aWnfZHcw6wM/s72-c/opera%2Bhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1635186882702084898</id><published>2011-05-26T09:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:40:11.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few inches off of the top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZS_lC_BUhM/Td5xxK9YlgI/AAAAAAAABW8/BM88Jf6g8eA/s1600/erin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611047275319563778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZS_lC_BUhM/Td5xxK9YlgI/AAAAAAAABW8/BM88Jf6g8eA/s400/erin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, I finally gave into the urge that has been plaguing me for a couple of months: I chopped off my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quietly toying around with the idea of cutting my hair into more of a pixie and when the day of my hair appointment came, I was more than ready. I've had short hair since high school, and as much as I've enjoyed my bob these past few years, I was craving a cropped 'do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture isn't the greatest, and I'll work on getting a better one up, but if nothing else you can see that my hair's shorter and you can also see the new color. I have the best hairdresser and I always give her free reign with my color. I've been a bit anti-blonde lately, but she convinced me that the blonde and red would be great for summer, and would also show off the choppy style best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as always, she was right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1635186882702084898?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1635186882702084898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-inches-off-of-top.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1635186882702084898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1635186882702084898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-inches-off-of-top.html' title='A few inches off of the top'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZS_lC_BUhM/Td5xxK9YlgI/AAAAAAAABW8/BM88Jf6g8eA/s72-c/erin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3831409232253298576</id><published>2011-05-25T12:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:05:42.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>"This country immerses you, wraps its stories round you, makes you care about them"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXasv3iiM5w/Td1DQEDSBKI/AAAAAAAABWU/rHa8ZZVcz64/s1600/SYD%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610714654017979554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXasv3iiM5w/Td1DQEDSBKI/AAAAAAAABWU/rHa8ZZVcz64/s320/SYD%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession: my heart aches when I look at pictures from Australia, both mine and other people's. Sometimes it's the kind of ache that comes from too much happiness crammed into a short amount of time, but sometimes it's an unsettled, unfinished business kind of ache. Sometimes it's a fleeting feeling, but other times it feels as if it starts in my chest and radiates out to the tips of my fingers and toes, consuming every inch of my body for hours at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OE2ThGWFYp4/Td1D1sxyhLI/AAAAAAAABW0/b51nDM1dRRA/s1600/Tville%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610715300605625522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OE2ThGWFYp4/Td1D1sxyhLI/AAAAAAAABW0/b51nDM1dRRA/s320/Tville%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds dramatic, doesn't it? And perhaps it is, but it's the truth. I've talked about my flair for drama, for feeling emotions deeply, and that more than applies to this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj4V_58T76E/Td1DdQUjd6I/AAAAAAAABWk/dAt4LhYlafE/s1600/SYD%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610714880649951138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj4V_58T76E/Td1DdQUjd6I/AAAAAAAABWk/dAt4LhYlafE/s320/SYD%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't started composing my posts about my trip because I haven't been ready to fully invest myself in reliving my life-altering adventure. I feel silly as I type that because it was just a 2 week vacation, right? A vacation that I was really only taking because I wanted to see my best friend. A vacation to a country that was hardly even a blip on my radar for the first 24 years of my life. So why get so worked up? Because something about the entirity of the experience, from traveling alone to going against my control-freak nature in order to embrace whatever came my way, changed me. I'm more my true self now than I was when I left Denver on April 9th. The people who know me best, the ones who can read me like an open book, can vouch for this. I am different; not any better or worse, just changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0LBs1CFGAo/Td1DVBjd-5I/AAAAAAAABWc/fynZ24-W52Q/s1600/SYD%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610714739247020946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0LBs1CFGAo/Td1DVBjd-5I/AAAAAAAABWc/fynZ24-W52Q/s320/SYD%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia changed me. And, I like the new me, but I still long for the country and the people and the culture that felt so much like home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQkTfP276pA/Td1DlldT5eI/AAAAAAAABWs/XVCBAFgtBQY/s1600/Tville%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610715023762777570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQkTfP276pA/Td1DlldT5eI/AAAAAAAABWs/XVCBAFgtBQY/s320/Tville%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quote about AUS by Annamaria Weldon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3831409232253298576?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3831409232253298576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-country-immerses-you-wraps-its_25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3831409232253298576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3831409232253298576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-country-immerses-you-wraps-its_25.html' title='&quot;This country immerses you, wraps its stories round you, makes you care about them&quot;'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXasv3iiM5w/Td1DQEDSBKI/AAAAAAAABWU/rHa8ZZVcz64/s72-c/SYD%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-9053919625063984430</id><published>2011-05-23T15:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:48:35.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Length and Width</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOCFsAaHw5c/TdrWCRN1v3I/AAAAAAAABWM/RoMx8pWmq40/s1600/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610031620312907634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOCFsAaHw5c/TdrWCRN1v3I/AAAAAAAABWM/RoMx8pWmq40/s400/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Diane Ackerman-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-9053919625063984430?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/9053919625063984430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/length-and-width.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/9053919625063984430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/9053919625063984430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/length-and-width.html' title='Length and Width'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOCFsAaHw5c/TdrWCRN1v3I/AAAAAAAABWM/RoMx8pWmq40/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-103845322038201295</id><published>2011-05-20T13:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:38:01.529-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>To be defined by love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5OGwNusKzE/TdbC-s9KvOI/AAAAAAAABWE/qjSI5i6qJJ8/s1600/choice%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608884768411925730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5OGwNusKzE/TdbC-s9KvOI/AAAAAAAABWE/qjSI5i6qJJ8/s320/choice%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm late to the game in finding Meg Fee's beautiful blog, &lt;a href="http://or-so-i-feel.blogspot.com/"&gt;the wild and wily ways of a brunette bombshell&lt;/a&gt;, but nonetheless, found it I did. And it is beautiful. She has a way with words that I only dream of and her soul-searching posts capture the essence of what so many of us twenty-somethings are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has a love of quotes that matches my own.&lt;br /&gt;In reading through her blog, I came across this quote by Zelda Fitzgerald:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally a quote about love and life would instantly pull at me, but not this one. And, my reaction when I read it caught me off guard: &lt;em&gt;I don't like this&lt;/em&gt;. I don't want to live incidentally in a world that is consumed first and foremost by love. I want to live. And love. I want to love my life and the pieces that make it a whole, but I don't want it to be &lt;em&gt;controlled by love&lt;/em&gt;, whether that be the searching of love, the finding or the maintaining. I want the two to go hand-in-hand, and above all, I want to live my life in whatever way makes me the happiest. I want love, but I don't want to be defined by that love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be defined by me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-103845322038201295?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/103845322038201295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-be-defined-by-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/103845322038201295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/103845322038201295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-be-defined-by-love.html' title='To be defined by love.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5OGwNusKzE/TdbC-s9KvOI/AAAAAAAABWE/qjSI5i6qJJ8/s72-c/choice%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6129143071736079938</id><published>2011-05-20T10:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T12:52:14.401-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like it's been a while since I played along with &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren's Friday blanks&lt;/a&gt;, but to be perfectly honest I cannot remember exactly when the last time was...before I left for Australia, maybe? No matter, I'm playing today and encourage you all to link up as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYQ3T4tADiM/Tda3K4lnIwI/AAAAAAAABV8/lodEK-gs_zE/s1600/choice%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608871783553245954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYQ3T4tADiM/Tda3K4lnIwI/AAAAAAAABV8/lodEK-gs_zE/s320/choice%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. People always tell me I look like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; mother, even though I see more of my father in my face. My personality is pretty much all Debby, but I physically look more like my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I've never been told I look like a celebrity, by the way)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Friends don't let friends&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;make big decisions without first discussing the pros and cons; they don't let friends walk around with food in their teeth or things in their hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. A sunny day is perfect for&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;drinking coffee on the patio, going for a long walk or hike, reading at the park, grabbing a glass of wine and then wandering around Old Town with the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. My favorite accessory is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a fun pair of earrings. I love earrings, and because I have short hair they are usually visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If I could afford it I would&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quit my job, pay off whatever officials I needed to in order to get the residency required to live in Australia, move into a killer flat with Jamie, call it my home base and then travel the world. Yep, sounds like an awesome life plan to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. The cure for boredom is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to go for a long drive or walk, and to get just a little lost, both in direction and in your thoughts. A good book works, too. As does spontaneous wine nights with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I am currently "in like" with&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NJqUN9TClM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I Die Young&lt;/em&gt; by The Band Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because it references my favorite Tennyson poem, with the idea of a pixie-ish cut &lt;em&gt;(I may chop off my hair this arvo!)&lt;/em&gt;, Twinings Lady Grey tea, long walks when it's sprinkling outside, avocado and tomatoes on toasted sourdough, etc, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6129143071736079938?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6129143071736079938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/fill-in-blank-friday_20.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6129143071736079938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6129143071736079938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/fill-in-blank-friday_20.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYQ3T4tADiM/Tda3K4lnIwI/AAAAAAAABV8/lodEK-gs_zE/s72-c/choice%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-5222375202097889201</id><published>2011-05-19T12:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:18:30.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decompression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynEZkzg1mIU/TdWIXDsVKsI/AAAAAAAABV0/2rrFNyGeUOk/s1600/syd%2Bapt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608538840669432514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynEZkzg1mIU/TdWIXDsVKsI/AAAAAAAABV0/2rrFNyGeUOk/s400/syd%2Bapt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of person who needs time to decompress.&lt;br /&gt;I get worked up easily, which is one of those character flaws that I really should work on rather than embrace, but I am capable of calming down easily, too. If, that is, I am given time to mentally sort and compartmentalize; &lt;em&gt;time to decompress&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that I'm an emotional person. To some this may be synonymous with over-reaction, but to me it means passionate. Everything we feel, every action we take is a personal investment, and any investment should be done fully and passionately, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I get worked up. I instantly feel more than was expected, and perhaps more than was necessary, but that's my reality. I need to feel it, need to roll with the intensity and I need to analyze my own reactions. Give me a little time, read my body language, pay close attention to how my eyes change. You'll see my emotions, my passions, and you'll see how I process.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the &lt;em&gt;time to decompress&lt;/em&gt; . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-5222375202097889201?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/5222375202097889201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/decompression.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5222375202097889201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5222375202097889201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/decompression.html' title='Decompression'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynEZkzg1mIU/TdWIXDsVKsI/AAAAAAAABV0/2rrFNyGeUOk/s72-c/syd%2Bapt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6691457681885155326</id><published>2011-05-18T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:58:43.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>A flame ignited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jluHwXtFxqs/TdQkvoUZEHI/AAAAAAAABVs/yWUhYXUDLF8/s1600/cape%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608147836678508658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jluHwXtFxqs/TdQkvoUZEHI/AAAAAAAABVs/yWUhYXUDLF8/s400/cape%2Bhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Morning is when the wick is lit. A flame ignited, the day delighted with heat and light, we start the fight for something more than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jeb Dickerson-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6691457681885155326?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6691457681885155326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/flame-ignited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6691457681885155326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6691457681885155326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/flame-ignited.html' title='A flame ignited'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jluHwXtFxqs/TdQkvoUZEHI/AAAAAAAABVs/yWUhYXUDLF8/s72-c/cape%2Bhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3651674482416558822</id><published>2011-05-18T11:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:23:19.009-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><title type='text'>Tea Tins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-md7JVTyneX8/TdP8YaO3-FI/AAAAAAAABVk/OoitNd5nmXM/s1600/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608103457295169618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-md7JVTyneX8/TdP8YaO3-FI/AAAAAAAABVk/OoitNd5nmXM/s400/tea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw this image on &lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt; and I am in love! I think this idea is so clever, sweet and charming, and I may need to try it out. I currently have 2 empty tea tins that I've been saving because they're just too pretty to get rid of, and even though they're the same tea &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harney.com/Paris-Tea-from-Harney-and-Sons-in-a-20-sachet-tin/productinfo/35009/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harney &amp;amp; Sons Paris blend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;...try it, you'll fall in love)&lt;/em&gt; I still think they would be pretty with a little herb or flower in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My generous mother has already gotten my pots ready with lime mint, basil and a few pretty flowers, but maybe I'll try out my gardening gloves this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3651674482416558822?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3651674482416558822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/tea-tins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3651674482416558822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3651674482416558822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/tea-tins.html' title='Tea Tins'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-md7JVTyneX8/TdP8YaO3-FI/AAAAAAAABVk/OoitNd5nmXM/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4157015789157252352</id><published>2011-05-17T15:25:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:23:42.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>The Heritage Tea Rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hormonal, annoyed with cost share agreements, in desperate need of a haircut and, unfortunately, wearing my cranky pants today. We all know these days happen, and they really aren't anything to get too worked up over, but having the ability to escape them is always nice. Now, when I say "escape" I don't mean a literal one because, obviously, I'm kind of stuck with my hormones and hair no matter where I go, but a mental escape usually does wonders for the psyche. So, please join me as I jet across the world to Townsville, Australia. You see, this university town in North Queensland just so happens to be home to the most relaxing &lt;em&gt;(and possibly happiest)&lt;/em&gt; place on earth: The Heritage Tea Rooms. I kid you not, if I lived in Townsville I would spend entirely too much time at this place, drinking heaps of tea, eating scones and just taking in the scenery. It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607808613334432434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5FOU4nhHYE/TdLwOO4surI/AAAAAAAABVU/MXqy0ZG4NTA/s320/HTR%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tehKBA7W7Tc/TdLvP52-n2I/AAAAAAAABUs/qt_SFzpTuPQ/s1600/HTR%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607807542538182498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tehKBA7W7Tc/TdLvP52-n2I/AAAAAAAABUs/qt_SFzpTuPQ/s320/HTR%2B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(located in North Queensland's oldest building)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxbtOaYBFNM/TdLvVMG14uI/AAAAAAAABU0/JcMA1-h_EPQ/s1600/HTR%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607807633335902946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxbtOaYBFNM/TdLvVMG14uI/AAAAAAAABU0/JcMA1-h_EPQ/s320/HTR%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(used to be the Eureka Hotel in the 1800s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jthF71WMgCk/TdLwFDXB5yI/AAAAAAAABVM/yDOTolbi0W4/s1600/EJ%2Btea%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607808455621601058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jthF71WMgCk/TdLwFDXB5yI/AAAAAAAABVM/yDOTolbi0W4/s400/EJ%2Btea%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607807952113035426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2xGhFFf3fo/TdLvnvpO6KI/AAAAAAAABU8/Jw9fhXVfHUs/s320/HTR%2B4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(truly amazing tea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607808044638610946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-HQN9h5QCs/TdLvtIVDJgI/AAAAAAAABVE/v8TYwPRgYBw/s320/HTR%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(blueberry and pumpkin scones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qckNp32ARHw/TdLwYCO7skI/AAAAAAAABVc/egEjxVfRboI/s1600/HTR%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607808781736718914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qckNp32ARHw/TdLwYCO7skI/AAAAAAAABVc/egEjxVfRboI/s320/HTR%2B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4157015789157252352?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4157015789157252352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/heritage-tea-rooms.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4157015789157252352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4157015789157252352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/heritage-tea-rooms.html' title='The Heritage Tea Rooms'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5FOU4nhHYE/TdLwOO4surI/AAAAAAAABVU/MXqy0ZG4NTA/s72-c/HTR%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6204462421273786284</id><published>2011-05-11T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:42:38.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Rainy day reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always find it fascinating just how much power the weather has over us and our moods, from the colors we dress in to our level of perkiness/happiness. I've never been someone who gets depressed in gloomy weather, in fact, I actually love it, but the weather plays a significant role in what kind of music soothes my soul that day and what genre I feel like reading. It's because of this that I tend to read more than one book at a time; I need choices to match my mood, and sometimes the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a grey, gloomy, rainy day, which I absolutely loved. Not only do we really need the moisture here in Colorado, but I liked the excuse for a little mental and emotional down time. Gorgeous, sunny days typically hype me up, make me want to be outside and put me in the mood to read chick lit. Rainy days, on the other hand, make me feel quieter and calmer, and make me want to read more generalized or historical fiction; books that require a little more focus than chick lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSfI_zr4ZSI/TctPwoA78MI/AAAAAAAABUQ/gWVN3aazuNU/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605661857986375874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSfI_zr4ZSI/TctPwoA78MI/AAAAAAAABUQ/gWVN3aazuNU/s320/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to today's weather I finally started reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Winter Sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Susanna Kearsley, and I am hooked! I love books that grab me right from the start, and this one had my name written all over it with history, a little potential romance and a Scottish castle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;History has all but forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spring of 1708, an invading Jacobite fleet of French and Scottish soldiers nearly succeeded in landing the exiled James Stewart in Scotland to reclaim his crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Carrie McClelland hopes to turn that story into her next bestselling novel. Settling herself in the shadow of Slains Castle, she creates a heroine named for one of her own ancestors and starts to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she discovers her novel is more fact than fiction, Carrie wonders if she might be dealing with ancestral memory, making her the only living person who knows the truth-the ultimate betrayal-that happened all those years ago, and that knowledge comes very close to destroying her..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the story continues to keep hold of me right up to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are you all reading these days?&lt;br /&gt;Does the weather affect your genre choices like it does me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6204462421273786284?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6204462421273786284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/rainy-day-reading.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6204462421273786284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6204462421273786284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/rainy-day-reading.html' title='Rainy day reading'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSfI_zr4ZSI/TctPwoA78MI/AAAAAAAABUQ/gWVN3aazuNU/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6842402859072010310</id><published>2011-05-10T13:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:29:40.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She must seek them abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ8R96kcc0I/TcmSEtivQlI/AAAAAAAABUI/kw9bmhjFTdY/s1600/JA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605171820881723986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ8R96kcc0I/TcmSEtivQlI/AAAAAAAABUI/kw9bmhjFTdY/s400/JA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6842402859072010310?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6842402859072010310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/she-must-seek-them-abroad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6842402859072010310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6842402859072010310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/she-must-seek-them-abroad.html' title='She must seek them abroad'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ8R96kcc0I/TcmSEtivQlI/AAAAAAAABUI/kw9bmhjFTdY/s72-c/JA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-1833725494382544814</id><published>2011-05-09T14:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:19:24.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Henry and Clare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oIeiu6NTjE4/TchWYSWabKI/AAAAAAAABTw/h5ng0VCO30k/s1600/book-TTW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604824711505276066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oIeiu6NTjE4/TchWYSWabKI/AAAAAAAABTw/h5ng0VCO30k/s320/book-TTW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this &lt;strong&gt;perfect moment&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piOvhGVspyc/TchYB9YcO0I/AAAAAAAABUA/hPfBcZADqxE/s1600/TTW%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604826526942772034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piOvhGVspyc/TchYB9YcO0I/AAAAAAAABUA/hPfBcZADqxE/s400/TTW%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And Clare, always Clare."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-1833725494382544814?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/1833725494382544814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/henry-and-clare.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1833725494382544814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/1833725494382544814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/henry-and-clare.html' title='Henry and Clare'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oIeiu6NTjE4/TchWYSWabKI/AAAAAAAABTw/h5ng0VCO30k/s72-c/book-TTW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-7178586063167698188</id><published>2011-05-06T11:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:00:33.066-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb0XHjYJ0bk/TcRBxBI6X7I/AAAAAAAABTU/y1lZpB652Dk/s1600/red%2Bwine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603676146730950578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb0XHjYJ0bk/TcRBxBI6X7I/AAAAAAAABTU/y1lZpB652Dk/s320/red%2Bwine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What I love most about my home is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that it's all mine. My days of living alone will be coming to end soon because I'll moving in with a friend &lt;em&gt;(or 2!)&lt;/em&gt; once my lease is up, but for now I am going to bask in the Erin-ness that is my home. I love that my apartment is my safe haven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I'm excited because&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my Mom and I are going to the Denver Art Museum tomorrow to view their current display of Italian Renaissance Art. Renaissance art is my favorite, and I'm excited that meine Mutti wants to go with me! I love mother-daughter Denver dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. My preferred method for blowing off steam when I'm frustrated is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to go for a long drive, so I can be alone with my thoughts and my music. Once I've processed my frustration, chances are I'll need to vent it out for a bit, and this sometimes involves a few tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Currently I am craving&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a cozy chair, a cup of tea and some uninterrupted time with my book. I know this question was probably more along the lines of food, but I just had a yogurt, so my stomach is satisfied. My soul is the one with the cravings right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The thing I love most about my mom is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;her selflessness and her unwavering love for my Dad and me. My mother loves us with her entire being and will do absolutely anything for her family. With that being said, I am also always impressed with her ability to maintain her friendships and to do things that are important to her. My father and I are both demanding of her attention, but I've always felt that she balances everything well. You'd have to ask her if she's happy enough and has enough "Debby" time, but I will be forever indebted to her for everything she has sacrificed for me and given to me over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If I was going to write a book about my life, the title would be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Constant Evolution of an Emotional Gal&lt;/em&gt;...a bit wordy and not overly creative, but it sums it all up. I feel like I am ever-changing as I experience more of my life, and I kind of hope that never stops. I'm also entirely too Gemini to pretend like I'm not ruled by my emotions...it always better to warn people of this straight-away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If I were to eat one thing for the rest of eternity it would be&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;like &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; said, bread and cheese, but I'd also throw in some fruit. I could eat all types of rustic bread with different cheeses for the rest of my life and probably never get tired of it. Give me some fruit to feel like less of a fatty and a glass of red, red wine and you will have a happy gal on your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-7178586063167698188?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/7178586063167698188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/fill-in-blank-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7178586063167698188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7178586063167698188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb0XHjYJ0bk/TcRBxBI6X7I/AAAAAAAABTU/y1lZpB652Dk/s72-c/red%2Bwine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3405262722118388502</id><published>2011-05-05T10:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:34:07.887-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Music for the Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you all know, I am the kind of gal who becomes obsessed with a song, plays it on repeat for a week or two, sings my little heart out and then, like a magpie and a shiny object, I move on to a new song. It works for me...probably drives my coworkers crazy, but they have all grown accustomed to my semi-eccentric ways &lt;em&gt;(thank goodness!)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's song obsession is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Lost&lt;/em&gt; by The Temper Trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's true love. Seriously. And, I have Miss Jamie Lynn, that favorite eccentric bestie of mine, to thank for this song. She turned me onto The Temper Trap several months ago, and I liked them right away, but it wasn't until we were listening to them in Townsville that I really felt a strong pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, give 'em a listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5c-y-yyImiw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Our love was lost&lt;br /&gt;But now we've found it&lt;br /&gt;Our love was lost&lt;br /&gt;And hope was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was lost&lt;br /&gt;But now we've found it&lt;br /&gt;And if you flash your heart&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny it&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your walls are up&lt;br /&gt;Too cold to touch it&lt;br /&gt;Your walls are up&lt;br /&gt;Too high to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard&lt;br /&gt;But I can still hear it beating&lt;br /&gt;So if you flash your heart&lt;br /&gt;I won't mistreat it&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was lost&lt;br /&gt;In the rubble are all the things&lt;br /&gt;That you've, you've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in mind&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;To take you every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh our love was lost&lt;br /&gt;Lost, lost, lost, lost....&lt;br /&gt;Our love was lost&lt;br /&gt;But now its found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3405262722118388502?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3405262722118388502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/music-for-soul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3405262722118388502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3405262722118388502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/music-for-soul.html' title='Music for the Soul'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5c-y-yyImiw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6480696621190890122</id><published>2011-05-04T14:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:43:53.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library catalog card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Why yes, I do read even when I travel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...but to be perfectly honest, I actually thought I would read more than I did while on my trip. I'm usually a horrible sleeper on airplanes and I tend to read for a few hours straight when I'm flying. But, the usual rules didn't seem to apply to my international travel. I read a little on my flight from Denver to LAX; slept basically the entire flight to Sydney; read a fair bit up to Townsville and back to Sydney again; and read a bit here and there while I was in Sydney and Townsville. All of that amounted to an entire book and two-thirds of another. That is usually what I read on a weekend trip to Boston...I take this as a sign of the amazing amounts of fun I was having; clearly too much to give in to my book nerd ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the few books that I read in April were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFqUSj8WURo/TcG0PR6PPeI/AAAAAAAABTM/MuxRgonVQQA/s1600/april%2Breads.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602957586024316386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFqUSj8WURo/TcG0PR6PPeI/AAAAAAAABTM/MuxRgonVQQA/s400/april%2Breads.png" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps- I'm a tad obsessed with Kristan Higgins right now...perfect Spring, chick lit reads!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6480696621190890122?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6480696621190890122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-yes-i-do-read-even-when-i-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6480696621190890122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6480696621190890122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-yes-i-do-read-even-when-i-travel.html' title='Why yes, I do read even when I travel...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFqUSj8WURo/TcG0PR6PPeI/AAAAAAAABTM/MuxRgonVQQA/s72-c/april%2Breads.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-2758845502242098790</id><published>2011-05-03T15:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:15:46.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Feedback Needed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, lovely readers, I think I am finally ready to delve into my Australia trip and share with you all, but I need your feedback on how to go about posting. I am sure you all don't want to hear every little thing, nor do you just want to read a bulleted list of what I did each day, so what kind of format would you like: a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;daily breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 longish posts on Sydney and Townsville&lt;/span&gt;, a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;couple of posts on each destination with highlights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;discussed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;something else entirely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;different? Picture will, of course, be included with any format. Please share your thoughts with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-2758845502242098790?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/2758845502242098790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/feedback-needed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2758845502242098790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/2758845502242098790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/feedback-needed.html' title='Feedback Needed!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8288318976042055969</id><published>2011-05-03T13:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:46:59.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eats'/><title type='text'>Gorge and gab-fest with girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0zXK-0XU98/TcBrcqtX9YI/AAAAAAAABTE/DBOUPCfp4HE/s1600/girlfriends%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602596076694009218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0zXK-0XU98/TcBrcqtX9YI/AAAAAAAABTE/DBOUPCfp4HE/s320/girlfriends%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a long lunch with 2 of my favorite ladies, and it was wonderful! I'm slowly, but surely getting back into the routine of my life, and I must say that time with my girlfriends is my favorite. There is nothing like catching up, giggling over boys and their silly antics and venting about work with your girlfriends. Girls just get it! And, so I babbled about my trip and we talked about our respective jobs &lt;em&gt;(2 of us work for the same agency)&lt;/em&gt; and discussed living situations for the coming year all while gorging on some of the best sushi in town. It was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it strange that I always feel a little cool, city chic when I meet my girlfriends for lunch? It's the perfect break in the day, but the office is still kind of calling to you because no matter how much you want to just escape, there is still work to be done...it makes me feel very adult-like.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm an odd one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8288318976042055969?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8288318976042055969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/gorge-and-gab-fest-with-girlfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8288318976042055969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8288318976042055969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/05/gorge-and-gab-fest-with-girlfriends.html' title='Gorge and gab-fest with girlfriends'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0zXK-0XU98/TcBrcqtX9YI/AAAAAAAABTE/DBOUPCfp4HE/s72-c/girlfriends%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-5780610653791056633</id><published>2011-04-28T14:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:20:42.887-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>I miss this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ2-p6AW0kw/TbnQMoXbUTI/AAAAAAAABS0/UsYzugsDHBs/s1600/SOH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600736527024607538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ2-p6AW0kw/TbnQMoXbUTI/AAAAAAAABS0/UsYzugsDHBs/s400/SOH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise the sappy, &lt;em&gt;I-miss-Australia&lt;/em&gt; posts won't go on for a while, but bear with me. The post-traveling blues have hit me hard, and even though I am back to feeling normal and smiling at the fact that I'm lucky enough to live in as beautiful a state as Colorado, I left a piece of my heart behind in Australia. I want to say that I specifically left it in Sydney because stepping off of the plane in Sydney felt like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coming home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but there's a bit scattered up in North Queensland, too, simply because there are lovely memories there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss uninterrupted time with my best friend. The sense of complete understanding and acceptance between she and I is overwhelmingly powerful and comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of the new friends that I made; truly fabulous people who embraced me as their own and showed me the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the vibrant, yet calming pulse of Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss every day feeling like a new, little adventure. I didn't need to know where I was or where I was going all the time; everything was fine so long as we were laughing and having a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-5780610653791056633?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/5780610653791056633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-miss-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5780610653791056633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/5780610653791056633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-miss-this.html' title='I miss this.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ2-p6AW0kw/TbnQMoXbUTI/AAAAAAAABS0/UsYzugsDHBs/s72-c/SOH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-9084031185040012643</id><published>2011-04-26T22:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:52:17.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>What looks like crazy on an ordinary day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2aPOhe2EPw/Tbeg2ANKDhI/AAAAAAAABSs/JiOlULUJq1o/s1600/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600121511287066130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2aPOhe2EPw/Tbeg2ANKDhI/AAAAAAAABSs/JiOlULUJq1o/s400/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We danced too wild, and we sang too long, we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet. We howled just as loud as we wanted to howl because by now we were all old enough to know that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Pearl Cleage-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-9084031185040012643?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/9084031185040012643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-looks-like-crazy-on-ordinary-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/9084031185040012643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/9084031185040012643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-looks-like-crazy-on-ordinary-day.html' title='What looks like crazy on an ordinary day...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2aPOhe2EPw/Tbeg2ANKDhI/AAAAAAAABSs/JiOlULUJq1o/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-7861083414150273306</id><published>2011-04-26T22:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:08:57.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjusting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts ATM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- I love the way my car smells strongly of fresh pineapple after I've bought one at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The orange tulips from meine Mutti are gorgeous on my dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have the best Mutti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In honor of Australia and my intense love for the country, I'm going to become an Aussie wine snob. Lindeman's Shiraz-Cabernet is currently topping my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Today's imaginary bestie date: jogging through The Domain in Sydney followed by sushi and wine picnic-style overlooking the Harbour Bridge and Opera House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I really need to start blogging about my trip, but I haven't even uploaded my pics yet for fear of becoming melancholy over not being in Australia...soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That being said, I'm falling back in love with Colorado again, so the world is beginning to right itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I may actually believe in the saying "distance makes the heart grow fonder" right now...both in terms of where I live and with &lt;em&gt;the boy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time I watch &lt;em&gt;Tangled&lt;/em&gt; my heart smiles. I love Flynn and Maximus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-There was something invigorating and freeing about being single in a new, international city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Skype truly is a fabulous invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current song obsession: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YuSg4mts9E"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Young Blood" by The Naked and Famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-7861083414150273306?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/7861083414150273306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thoughts-atm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7861083414150273306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7861083414150273306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thoughts-atm.html' title='Random thoughts ATM'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-4452916624727932513</id><published>2011-04-20T00:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:55:22.383-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Greetings from the Land Down Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, everyone! I just wanted to pop on and say a quick hello.  I haven't really had a chance to read anyone's blogs, nor do a post of my own, but I'm still alive and having the most amazing time!  Australia has unexpectedly&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;stolen my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I think it may break a little when I have to leave on Saturday.  Sydney has especially won me over; the minute I stepped out of the airport I felt instantly at home in the city.  On the other hand, North Queensland, where I am now, is a bit too humid and tropical for my tastes, but the landscape is truly gorgeous.  I can't wait to share all of my adventures and pictures with you all!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-4452916624727932513?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/4452916624727932513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/greetings-from-land-down-under.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4452916624727932513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/4452916624727932513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/greetings-from-land-down-under.html' title='Greetings from the Land Down Under'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-7266680745812119592</id><published>2011-04-08T12:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:38:23.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time has come for me to embark on my Australian adventure, and I'm not sure how often I'll be able to pop onto Blogger in the next 2 weeks. If I can, I am going to try to post a few hello's while I'm gone, but just in case I had to leave you all with some of the &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;lovely Lauren's blanks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Friday, lovelies!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxfg_r5rrIU/TZ9U1SL_ylI/AAAAAAAABSk/mf437I0tdO4/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593282536609401426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxfg_r5rrIU/TZ9U1SL_ylI/AAAAAAAABSk/mf437I0tdO4/s320/books.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Something that makes me a great friend is,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that I care for the people in my life with my whole heart. Friendship, as with any other relationship, is an earned trust and once that's established I will stand up for my friends, laugh and cry with them, and make them an integral part of my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I am&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;starting to get nervous for my trip tomorrow. Up until this point I really haven't had any butterflies in my stomach, but they are starting to flutter around a bit. Eek! No worries, though, I am far more excited than I am nervous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I am not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a patient driver. In fact, my family is convinced that I have driving anger management issues, but in reality I just hate when slow people get in my way. I really need to work on this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If I had to describe myself in 3 words, they would be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;emotional, indepedent and loyal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Something I'm really cheap about is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;books. As I've blogged about before, I read entirely too much to pay full price for my books. I have no qualms about using the library, hunting down books in used shops and waiting for a book I really want to read to land in the bargain bins. My Barnes and Noble membership &lt;em&gt;(thanks, Mutti)&lt;/em&gt; discount and additional coupons are fabulous, too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Something I'm willing to splurge on is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;travel. There are lots of ways to travel cheaply, but almost any kind of long distance travel requires a chunk of money. Traveling is vital enough to my sanity that I'm willing to budget and splurge on trips.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I would trade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;any kind of change&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;in a heartbeat.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At this exact moment in time, I am perfectly content. I don't need to change a thing, and therefore, I don't need to make any trade-offs. &lt;em&gt;(Note: ask me this again in an hour and my answer may be different.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-7266680745812119592?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/7266680745812119592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/fill-in-blank-friday_1273.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7266680745812119592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7266680745812119592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/fill-in-blank-friday_1273.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxfg_r5rrIU/TZ9U1SL_ylI/AAAAAAAABSk/mf437I0tdO4/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8419657597956327872</id><published>2011-04-05T20:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:08:49.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Spade Wedding Belles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tD_OiHc34so/TZvY-nbw54I/AAAAAAAABSU/CLlAhtuzoB4/s1600/kate%2Bspade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592301932559525762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tD_OiHc34so/TZvY-nbw54I/AAAAAAAABSU/CLlAhtuzoB4/s400/kate%2Bspade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kate Spade's new Wedding Belles collection is quickly making the internet and blogging rounds, and I have fallen in love with the &lt;a href="http://www.katespade.com/wedding-belles-aubrey-wrap-dress/1NMU0008,default,pd.html?dwvar_1NMU0008_color=136&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;cgid=wedding-belles-dresses"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aubrey Wrap Dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! How perfect is this dress for a sweet, intimate City Hall ceremony? The ruffles and the bow kind of make me swoon. Add a simple bouquet, some pretty jewelry and a fun pair of heels and you have my dream wedding outfit. So lovely! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8419657597956327872?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8419657597956327872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/kate-spade-wedding-belles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8419657597956327872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8419657597956327872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/kate-spade-wedding-belles.html' title='Kate Spade Wedding Belles'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tD_OiHc34so/TZvY-nbw54I/AAAAAAAABSU/CLlAhtuzoB4/s72-c/kate%2Bspade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-7032659150647091326</id><published>2011-04-03T21:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:20:47.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>True love is rare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jU1drMN7b0/TZk4STQrYwI/AAAAAAAABSM/BZDyBzfcO2Y/s1600/love%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591562299416208130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jU1drMN7b0/TZk4STQrYwI/AAAAAAAABSM/BZDyBzfcO2Y/s320/love%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;While love is common, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true love is rare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I believe that few people are fortunate enough to experience it. The roads of regular love are well-traveled and their markers are well understood by many- the mesmerizing attraction, the ideational obsession, the sexual afterglow, the profound self-sacrifice, and the desire to combine DNA. But true love takes its own course through unchartered territory. It knows no fences, eludes modern measurement, and seems scientifically woolly. But I know true love exists. I just can't prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-David Buss- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from &lt;em&gt;The Evolution of Desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-7032659150647091326?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/7032659150647091326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/true-love-is-rare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7032659150647091326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/7032659150647091326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/true-love-is-rare.html' title='True love is rare.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jU1drMN7b0/TZk4STQrYwI/AAAAAAAABSM/BZDyBzfcO2Y/s72-c/love%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-8634850607834468362</id><published>2011-04-02T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:37:29.357-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>One Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The countdown has officially begun: in one week, I will be boarding a plane at LAX to spend an ungodly number of hours flying over the Pacific, on my way to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AUSTRALIA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLvC_6FcPUY/TZf4253JJmI/AAAAAAAABR8/1cLZ3hFGo0g/s1600/australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591211084532491874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLvC_6FcPUY/TZf4253JJmI/AAAAAAAABR8/1cLZ3hFGo0g/s320/australia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In one week, I will be about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In one week, I will get to spend 2 uninterrupted weeks with my best friend. This hasn't happened in over a year, and I am so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In one week, I will be exploring Sydney, drinking coffee and tea, eating fresh seafood at the fish market, sipping Australian wine and snapping photos at the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. Then I will be heading up to Townsville &lt;em&gt;(near the Great Barrier Reef)&lt;/em&gt; to see where Jamie calls home, meet her friends, pretend I know how to drive a stick shift on the left side of the road and soak up lots of sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In one week, I will get a much-needed break from my life and hopefully come back refreshed and better in-tune with myself again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_P1q0R5UMs/TZf5BU0PppI/AAAAAAAABSE/sZbg_D4_pow/s1600/australia%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591211263566784146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_P1q0R5UMs/TZf5BU0PppI/AAAAAAAABSE/sZbg_D4_pow/s320/australia%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;"A woman can reinvent or erase her history entirely when she travels. This is one of the great benefits of leaving home." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-from &lt;em&gt;Very Valentine&lt;/em&gt; by Adriana Trigiani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-8634850607834468362?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/8634850607834468362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-week.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8634850607834468362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/8634850607834468362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-week.html' title='One Week'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLvC_6FcPUY/TZf4253JJmI/AAAAAAAABR8/1cLZ3hFGo0g/s72-c/australia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3858544527126940390</id><published>2011-04-01T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T12:23:36.149-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library catalog card'/><title type='text'>...And then I couldn't put down the Sookie Stackhouse novels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfWg1_1JhGw/TZYX6ZAqkyI/AAAAAAAABR0/hmytBDGK2bs/s1600/books%2Bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590682279340577570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfWg1_1JhGw/TZYX6ZAqkyI/AAAAAAAABR0/hmytBDGK2bs/s400/books%2Bread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3858544527126940390?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3858544527126940390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-then-i-couldnt-put-down-sookie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3858544527126940390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3858544527126940390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-then-i-couldnt-put-down-sookie.html' title='...And then I couldn&apos;t put down the Sookie Stackhouse novels...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfWg1_1JhGw/TZYX6ZAqkyI/AAAAAAAABR0/hmytBDGK2bs/s72-c/books%2Bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3863173984632719295</id><published>2011-04-01T09:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:53:28.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hp8rZ4usnOI/TZYQHmA3tsI/AAAAAAAABRs/43HWJwTtZvg/s1600/shakespeare%2Band%2Bco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590673710076376770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hp8rZ4usnOI/TZYQHmA3tsI/AAAAAAAABRs/43HWJwTtZvg/s320/shakespeare%2Band%2Bco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. The best prank I ever pulled was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pretty much the only prank I've ever pulled: I scared the crap out of a friend with a very realistic rubber lizard. My dad likes lizards and my parents have a few rubber ones in their side garden. One of these, whom I named Lizzie long ago, is large &lt;em&gt;(think komodo dragon)&lt;/em&gt; and honestly looks like a real lizard, and I didn't tell my friend we were getting close to where Lizzie was placed and she freaked when she saw it. It was cruel, but funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. The best prank ever pulled on me was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;either non-existant or just not coming to mind right now. I can't really think of any true pranks that have been pulled on me, although I am sure there have been run-ins with fake spiders or something like that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. A day without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;positive human interaction and time alone with your thoughts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is a day wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. The most important things in life are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the people who are your family. Not just blood relations, but the true friends in your life who are always there for you. You get to pick who you surround yourself with, so choose wisely and never take them for granted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. I dream of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;traveling the world, learning to cook exotic recipes, falling love, visiting Paris just to shop at &lt;em&gt;Shakespeare and Company&lt;/em&gt; bookstore, getting married, most likely having a baby or two, continuing my education, living next door to my bestie with a giant shared backyard...the usual sorts of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. I dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;confrontation these days. Obviously my answer is entirely biased by this week's work drama, but until it all gets sorted, confrontation and appropriate solutions are on my mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. A discovery I made this week was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;when you pull your calf muscle, you really should go easy on it for a few days. This means not using the elliptical to see if you can outpace your last work-out, not riding the stationary bike and possibly choosing to wear flats instead of wedges to work. Sorry, left calf muscle...at least I took it easy last night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3863173984632719295?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3863173984632719295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/fill-in-blank-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3863173984632719295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3863173984632719295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/04/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the blank Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hp8rZ4usnOI/TZYQHmA3tsI/AAAAAAAABRs/43HWJwTtZvg/s72-c/shakespeare%2Band%2Bco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-3446659009300615519</id><published>2011-03-31T15:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:02:44.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever have those days that start out great, hit a bump and then go downhill quickly? That was my day yesterday. I woke up feeling better than I had in a week: my sinuses were starting to clear, I didn't sound like an 80 year old chain smoker anymore and I was chipper. I had high hopes for the day, and up until lunchtime things were lookin' good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfjbN20RmqE/TZT5xWHG9wI/AAAAAAAABRk/WcJHheBuLr8/s1600/option%2B2-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590367663617931010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfjbN20RmqE/TZT5xWHG9wI/AAAAAAAABRk/WcJHheBuLr8/s320/option%2B2-work.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then &lt;em&gt;...dun dun dun...&lt;/em&gt; shit hit the fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going to go into the details but I will tell you there has been a workspace issue in my office for a few months now and what should have been a simple mole hill was turned into a freaking fourteener in a matter of minutes. Things were misinterpreted, feelings were hurt, I was turned into the bad guy and at the end of the day 2 supposed adults were acting like children, my patience was worn out and my Catholic guilt was kicking in hardcore. Obviously this was a pleasant situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After working through it all via venting to my parents, to the boy &lt;em&gt;(yep, he made an appearance, but things are shaky there)&lt;/em&gt; and to the bestie, I came to the conclusions that I had nothing to feel guilty for, I didn't appear to be in the wrong and that I'd learned some valuable lessons: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; It's nice to be on friendly terms with the people who share your space, but you don't have to be friends with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I am not as comfortable with confrontation as I used to be, or is it as I used to &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I was?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Age has nothing to do with how mature a person acts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; From now on, I will go directly to the supervisors with problems and let them work it out themselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Personal work space is valuable and shouldn't need to be sacrificed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Communication and planning from the start can decrease headaches later on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; When I know in my gut that I'm right, I need to fight off my feelings of guilt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I need to work on my clarity in a heated discussion; when I'm feeling threatened I don't express myself as well as I know I am able to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; No matter how snotty it sounds, validation is a fantastic feeling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness I had a dinner date planned with one of my dearest friends, otherwise I probably would've dwelled on this all night. As it was, I got everything I needed to off of my chest, had a nice evening, enjoyed a Guinness &lt;em&gt;(my latest guilty pleasure)&lt;/em&gt; and went to bed feeling good. There have been a few bumps today in regards to yesterday's show down &lt;em&gt;(like I said, mountain out of a mole hill)&lt;/em&gt;, but I still feel like I did the right thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-3446659009300615519?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/3446659009300615519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/03/lessons-learned.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3446659009300615519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/3446659009300615519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/03/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfjbN20RmqE/TZT5xWHG9wI/AAAAAAAABRk/WcJHheBuLr8/s72-c/option%2B2-work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-6513609745290686583</id><published>2011-03-29T12:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:05:27.908-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Today's song obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think in the grand scheme of things I'm actually a little late in loving Mumford &amp;amp; Sons, but that's ok. To be honest, when I first heard them a few months ago, they didn't really strike a chord with me, but I heard &lt;em&gt;The Cave&lt;/em&gt; on the radio last week and I fell in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, without further ado, please become as obsessed as I am: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dXPdrU_EKFs?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285130986007968272-6513609745290686583?l=erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/feeds/6513609745290686583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-song-obsession.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6513609745290686583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285130986007968272/posts/default/6513609745290686583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-cestlavie.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-song-obsession.html' title='Today&apos;s song obsession'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCzBle8VrY/ThSvv2xq-WI/AAAAAAAABaI/R3j85-kaHi0/s220/005%2Bedited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dXPdrU_EKFs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
