<?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-3736134208050710005</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:53:30.620-07:00</updated><category term='Black and White Ball'/><category term='The Fourth'/><category term='Spider'/><category term='Hallelujah'/><title type='text'>Teesa's Teases</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-7962215244915897398</id><published>2009-06-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:38:48.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>Teesa's Teases is moving and will be part of the Beau Belle Village Blog.  This is a shared social website and online community for the Beau Belle family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beaubellevillage.ning.com/profiles/blog/list"&gt;http://beaubellevillage.ning.com/profiles/blog/list&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-7962215244915897398?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/7962215244915897398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=7962215244915897398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/7962215244915897398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/7962215244915897398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-8128718560353391855</id><published>2009-02-15T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:23:00.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it is that time of the year, when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; feel lonely and the loved feel loved, I hope you are one of the latter. Well in the spirit of that we threw a Valentines Ball for the single people of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; (although couples weren't forbidden :)). And as you can see from the number of smooching couples in the following photos, it was a great success. Everyone seemed to be dancing with someone, and even Curly put on some clothes! He looked so cute, and had no trouble getting dancing partners. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; was wearing a tux with his top hat, and there were many new faces which was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shayna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wrigglesworth&lt;/span&gt; won our best dressed competition and gets to be a Beau Belle resident for a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bluebell invented a new bomb just for the occasion, so here are a few pictures of excessive use of hearts, and dancing with old and new friends to make you smile today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012385944248482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZgVqx-0IKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o-ahUjuTrXg/s320/x+Snapshot_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012834885089202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZgWE6apt7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/AaFL6MF6Kk4/s320/x+ball_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012832399186370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZgWExJ92cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1RIO_gDa3hg/s320/x+ball_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012329452409394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZgVnfiHEjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kNJB3WP1wYo/s320/x+ball+Snapshot_003.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012414521736914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZgVsccN_tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/g1IRDspqj_Q/s320/x+ball_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012399872803074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZgVrl3pAQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sJ_Jz1qxMLk/s320/x+Snapshot_007_005.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012407992134834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZgVsEHcLLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/t5B4mWvthpw/s320/x+ball_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses to all of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/3736134208050710005-8128718560353391855?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/8128718560353391855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=8128718560353391855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/8128718560353391855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/8128718560353391855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZgVqx-0IKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o-ahUjuTrXg/s72-c/x+Snapshot_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-6728425385145785019</id><published>2009-02-09T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:43:28.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much fun to post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6VaM41kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GXjOgUBVGHQ/s1600-h/icarus.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800900900116034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6VaM41kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GXjOgUBVGHQ/s320/icarus.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness, it has been a ride and a half. Life on Beau Belle is moving so fast so many fun nights, and so many changes that I hardly know what to write. So I thought a pictorial of the last month or so might be the way to go. (more to follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300803421143989074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA8oG12e1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Cb0jUkQj7vQ/s320/the+team.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The team having a mountain conference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300803400181087778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA8m4v5_iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aZB-42udXXE/s320/the+girlz.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Checking out the beach houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300803415962567778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA8nzigRGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yl4P9dWrw9A/s320/worn+out+from+building.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bluebell worn out from building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800881411494434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6URmcEiI/AAAAAAAAADo/BjeoNVP6-Ss/s320/coffeeshop.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shares first coffeeshop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800896454230834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6VJo6AzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UdnpbaPzGb0/s320/coffeeshop2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shares second coffeeshop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801621886597922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6_YFdeyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tS3Qh5sdJbk/s320/icarus+dancing.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dancing with Icarus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300802500978325090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA7yi9QtmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-q_Y-iVB6kc/s320/retail1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our first event arena layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801628726301010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6_xkLEVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZINHLqoI6c0/s320/pink+elephants.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may have drunk too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300802514599873842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA7zVs5DTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CAkx-Oo81SU/s320/Sunset+at+Beau+Belle.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunset over the Event arena (second layout)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801616502877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6_EB4a4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/43DLDI8uuWI/s320/beach+houses.png" border="0" /&gt;Beach houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800879530693602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6UKmBU-I/AAAAAAAAADg/QyESmVvsBrY/s320/bad+inae.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inae had been bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300802524902122450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA7z8FI49I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yvC-sEDOS6I/s320/surreal.png" border="0" /&gt;Sitting with friends when a strange figure appeared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300802505391413874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA7yzZbGnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RxxsbMQ5xLc/s320/singsong.png" border="0" /&gt;Singsong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801628273052530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6_v4HC3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/MqD_SAG63cQ/s320/infopoint_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our new plaza with its rotating information centre and gallery of galleries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801626486348226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6_pOIGcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Te9UiLO9HDg/s320/infopoint_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Events arena current layout, all set up for our Valentines ball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-6728425385145785019?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6728425385145785019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=6728425385145785019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/6728425385145785019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/6728425385145785019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-much-fun-to-post.html' title='Too much fun to post!'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SZA6VaM41kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GXjOgUBVGHQ/s72-c/icarus.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-6800510313669718553</id><published>2009-01-06T13:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:48:28.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icarus Rising!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SWPXHE78ziI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CKgbKp86j6U/s1600-h/Snapshot_006.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288306904047341090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SWPXHE78ziI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CKgbKp86j6U/s200/Snapshot_006.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been months since I blogged. And why? Well my mummy always said if you had nothing nice to say, say nothing at all. So I decided not to speak for a while. Now if you read my first ever blog, I believe not a word of it is still true. I no longer live on Hallelujah, I am no longer with my partner Harley, I no longer run sLove Is... But sometimes losing things clears space for better things in life. Things were changing around me, things I couldn't control, and I was slowly getting more and more sad, watching things I loved disappear, when I realised if you want to keep things safe in SL you have to build them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So myself and my very good friend Bluebell moved on. We decided that we would like to be neighbours, and slowly started to discuss the idea of a co-operative in SL, to find out if it were possible to build a community as a group, and not have a leader as such, we had bought a parcel each and with days a friend of Bluebells (Cranmillion) and a friend of mine (Share) had bought two more adjacent plots and before we knew it we had a quarter sim. Ideas started to bubble and the concept of a village was born. We got to work. People slipped into roles, Share was the master gardener, and Bluebell was the master builder, I was dealing with logistics and Cranmillion was the not so silent, silent partner. But we all did all things, design was a joint process, and so wonderful when we all worked together, one of the most rewarding early evenings was spent as a group deciding the perfect floor texture for the cottages, and we have quickly learned that we work best as a team. We all bring different talents and obsessions to the party, Bluebell is the perfectionist and texture freak, I obsess about scale and prims, Share has a natural gift with colour, and Cranmillion knows when to say something for the best effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288308909582757938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SWPY70I2sDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g2JRZ69ayfI/s320/Snapshot_023.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all was going well our working title of Beau Belle Village too and we were soon set up and already had tenants. Then we hit our biggest snag! The covenant requested that we asked permission to sublet, which we did, and it was at this late stage that we were informed that we could only have one tenant per parcel, oooops, not much of a village then. So the hunt was on for our new land. And we looked at the sublime, and the ridiculous too, and finally settled for a half sim in Shadowvale. Suddenly we had a real blank canvas, and started landscaping in earnest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288307528553384706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SWPXrbZyywI/AAAAAAAAADA/EWg1LqVXQ2w/s320/Snapshot_007.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluebell wanted a mountain, so Mount Broome was hoisted from the ground, and a bay was carved in. We wanted all the cottages to have great views so created a ridge, and terraced land. We set about siting our cottages, and later luxury beach houses. And quickly moved onto our retail and events area. A launch party was planned and suddenly we were against the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288308378378669346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SWPYc5P7jSI/AAAAAAAAADI/qikmssM13XM/s320/Snapshot_024.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we launched. The party was a blast and my friend Harry won the "best hat" competition and won a cottage for a month, which he kindly donated to Inae, who is still reeling from the shock of not being homeless for a short while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288311524408305506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SWPbUBH2J2I/AAAAAAAAADY/HUWQ-K2rRiM/s320/Snapshot_017.png" border="0" /&gt; Oh, and lest I missed him too much, Orb let me Icarus, and all was well with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-6800510313669718553?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6800510313669718553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=6800510313669718553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/6800510313669718553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/6800510313669718553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2009/01/icarus-rising.html' title='Icarus Rising!'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SWPXHE78ziI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CKgbKp86j6U/s72-c/Snapshot_006.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-361599033137295756</id><published>2008-08-25T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:36:05.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><content type='html'>So now I am wondering (see, it is dangerous when you get me thinking), do people use SL as a kind of interactive diary.  I am not suggesting that is anyone's reason for installing the game but consider the interplay you have with each other.  I am constantly touched and surprised at how my friends and even new aquaintences open their hearts and souls to me, and I am sure, to you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about RL, our fears and hopes, we discuss our day and advise and support each other.  I have told friends in here things about my own fears and feelings that I haven't told my closest friends in RL.  So, here it is, a diary is a way of putting these things out there, purging our minds of the thoughts that cloud us, but not all of us keep diaries and journals.  I try occasionally, but lack the discipline or self awareness to keep it going.  But there is something cathartic about throwing down the truth of your day to let you move on to the next without baggage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes SL better than the diary is, those words are written down, purged from our mind and cast away, but are not recorded.  Like wishes cast on the wind.  And we might even get some good advice and comfort along the way too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-361599033137295756?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/361599033137295756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=361599033137295756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/361599033137295756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/361599033137295756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-7575309527987619529</id><published>2008-08-19T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:09:27.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the only one who has been thinking</title><content type='html'>So there was me looking at how we touch each others lives, and how we perceive the truth of matters and what did I find?  A brand new blogger asking himself similar questions!  Not an SL blog an RL one but I still found it something I wanted to include here, and I can't wait to see what he has to say next.  &lt;a href="http://bloggingohno.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bloggingohno.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-7575309527987619529?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/7575309527987619529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=7575309527987619529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/7575309527987619529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/7575309527987619529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-only-one-who-has-been-thinking.html' title='Not the only one who has been thinking'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-6272401590182170211</id><published>2008-08-19T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:47:57.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I've been thinking</title><content type='html'>So lately I have been having thoughts on the way people touch each others lives in this strange world. The way we become so close to each other and are yet so removed from each other emotionally. Running a dating agency, I have found so many broken hearts and broken promises along my journey here, and am constantly struck by peoples need to return to this game, despite the hurt they feel. The optimism they have that the next person will treat them differently and that the last episode was merely unfortunate. But what has struck me more than anything lately is how much people can surprise you. That the person you think is so solid and emotionally tough, might actually be dying inside. That the person you thought had no emotional investment in you at all, may actually turn out to be your stalwart. The person who promised you the world, may only ever give you promises. Maybe someone who wants to be your friend, actually wants to whip you to make himself feel better, and the quiet aquaintence actually turns out to be a real friend. It may seem silly to realise at this late stage (after 14 months in the game) people aren't always what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this I don't mean the actual deceit of the character they create, this is the lie that we all tell and that we accept at face value, I for one could not maintain Teesa as a fiction for more than a few weeks. Initially she was 26 and a character I created, but in the end that was exhausting, and the real me had to erupt from the keys. Large as life, and definitely twice as ugly. And (I apologise for the twists and turns this blog is taking) when I have the opportunity to censor myself, type and edit, why do I allow my nasty underbelly to still be exposed? In fact far more so in here than in RL where i am guarded, private and far less prone to emotional outbursts. Only the closest girlfriends have ever seen my tears, and almost no-one in rl has been on the receiving end of my temper. The closest I come to that is a walk where trees and bushes may get whipped and pulled as I play out in my head the words I wish I had said. Yet inworld I have been known to shout, walk off in a huff, even mute, and on occassion delete. Never without regret it must be said, but it has happened. So we allow our worst sides to show, but expect the best of others here. Hmmm.... maybe that is where I am going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I asking you dear reader (for I dare not think there is more than one) to think about? Careful what you say, words wound, and unlike physical wounds, they can cut again and again as you replay the words you read. Words play bigger when typed than when said, the other person may not hear the tinkle in your voice. Don't make promises, even if you think you can keep them. Remember your game may be moving faster than someone else's. Live for the moment, and make that moment fun. You don't have to be honest, if you admit you are being creative. If you say you are being sincere, be honest. Look after each other, after all if we didnt want to connect with each other, we wouldn't be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-6272401590182170211?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6272401590182170211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=6272401590182170211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/6272401590182170211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/6272401590182170211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-ive-been-thinking.html' title='So, I&apos;ve been thinking'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-272188602335987397</id><published>2008-07-28T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:12:04.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to the editor</title><content type='html'>Well i have received a complaint, albeit from someone too incompetent to post a comment on a blog who had to send me a notecard inworld, however, I am an honorable blogger and will of course publish all correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Sirs,&lt;br /&gt;As a long time subscriber to your excellent periodical "Teesa's Teases" I am not generally one to complain, and indeed I am usually impressed by the impeccably high editorial content. However on this occasion I feel there are a number of oversights so great that I am fearful they may bring your journal into disrepute.&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I make reference to the article of Monday 14 July 2008, "Black and White, and Blue" . I quote "Chantelle, the winner of our Best in Black or White Competition". Yet your article does not state that there were, in fact *two* competitions that evening, both equally prestigious. Nor does it report the winner of the second competition, that of best-dressed male, a certain Mr. Maktoum.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I notice an article entitled "No-one injured after speedboat crashes into shop" in which you mention that "Three people were critically injured". I am all in favour of editorial freedom and putting across your own point of view, but I really feel there is some inconsistency there.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, and most crucially, you mention a Ms. Bluebell Broome's involvement in the said accident. Yet you fail to report that Ms. Broome has commited known driving offences in the past, which would cast the whole incident in a totally different light. Though I would not want to prejudice any inquiry, I really feel it is in the public interest to know this. I speak from experience since I was recently lured into Ms. Broome's car under false pretences and came within inches of losing my second life.&lt;br /&gt;I respectfully hope that you will see fit to publish a full and clear apology at your earliest convenience.&lt;br /&gt;Yours faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. JJ Maktoum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I take no responsibility for the inconsistencies in the article regarding the boat accident as it was written by a certain Inae Indigo. So there :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-272188602335987397?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/272188602335987397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=272188602335987397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/272188602335987397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/272188602335987397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/07/letter-to-editor.html' title='Letter to the editor'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-38248644278046831</id><published>2008-07-26T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:34:41.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No-one injured after speedboat crashes into shop.</title><content type='html'>Three people were critically injured Friday when two women in a speedboat swerved out of the river and crashed through the window of a nearby shop. Miraculously, no one was hurt as the shop owner was offline at the time but thousand of Linden dollars worth of damage was caused to virtual goods and intellectual properties in the store. Bluebell Broome (25) of Hallelujah Azul and Inae Indigo (old enough to know better) of no fixed abode were taken to a nearby medical facility around noon after Broome’s speedboat left the river and ploughed into Un-Kut Designs, business of a Mr UtdKingdom Hastings. Police accident investigations are currently underway though Indigo has already gone on record as saying “it was all Bluebell’s fault! She’s a terrible driver!”. Both Broome and Indigo were wearing seatbelts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227408260190240946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SIt8HdyVALI/AAAAAAAAACw/IraL2VDHWiM/s400/crash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-38248644278046831?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/38248644278046831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=38248644278046831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/38248644278046831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/38248644278046831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-one-injured-after-speedboat-crashes.html' title='No-one injured after speedboat crashes into shop.'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SIt8HdyVALI/AAAAAAAAACw/IraL2VDHWiM/s72-c/crash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-2026297333256135467</id><published>2008-07-21T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:05:39.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss My Lilywhite Arse</title><content type='html'>It has been raining a lot in HB, rainclouds popping up all over the place. So it had to be done, I had to strip off all my clothes and dance in the rain. And I was not alone, three of my friends (who shall remain nameless) joined me in these nakey frolics, and damned fun it was too. Just the girls, dancing in the rain. I would like to recommend it to anyone, and if you need a rainmaker, just im me in world I would be happy to oblige, and if you have a photo of yourself dancing in the rain, perhaps I could post that here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225624215963026930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SIUlibInxfI/AAAAAAAAACo/4RSBQ_OTgTk/s400/aked_005.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check me out!!! I am all kinds of naked!! So, and this is my question, should I be embarrased? Should I be running behind a tree and hiding my pixelated arse? These are not our real bodies,(and whether we should be embarrassed about showing them is a whole new debate) yet I have seen avatars contort themselves lest they should show a fake nipple in public. So take off your clothes, go somewhere beautiful, let the soft rain fall on your skin. This is Second Life, if not here, then where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-2026297333256135467?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2026297333256135467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=2026297333256135467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/2026297333256135467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/2026297333256135467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiss-my-lilywhite-arse.html' title='Kiss My Lilywhite Arse'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SIUlibInxfI/AAAAAAAAACo/4RSBQ_OTgTk/s72-c/aked_005.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-3231060730784889262</id><published>2008-07-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:57:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White, and Blue</title><content type='html'>So we had a ball, we really did! The event went with a swing, and a waltz and a tango. Everyone looked so wonderful, and we all danced our little pixelated arses off. I am too tired and post ball-ish to write much, so I shall let the pictures do the talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222974022404219842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHu7M2x_I8I/AAAAAAAAACA/Q5yN87-AL6g/s400/BWBall_003.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222975201438165698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHu8RfBlasI/AAAAAAAAACI/9pd6Y_MJnH0/s400/BWBall_004.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222977592431942658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHu-cqK7HAI/AAAAAAAAACY/21uuWJ5AKN0/s400/BWBall_011.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chantelle, the winner of our Best in Black or White Competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222976773659340210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHu9tAAUrbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/24OdA0VEga8/s400/BWBall_005.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My own sLover couldn't make it, so here is a little shot of me in my frock! So he can see what he missed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222979066380590034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHu_ydDqm9I/AAAAAAAAACg/lHw2majTLeA/s400/BWBall_002+(2).bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-3231060730784889262?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/3231060730784889262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=3231060730784889262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/3231060730784889262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/3231060730784889262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-and-white-and-blue.html' title='Black and White, and Blue'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHu7M2x_I8I/AAAAAAAAACA/Q5yN87-AL6g/s72-c/BWBall_003.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-9220515004567105305</id><published>2008-07-10T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:13:22.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less is more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So tell me Inae, is five chandeliers too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221480692983859586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHZtBpLdCYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mDYqysUPELU/s400/balldecs_001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'darling, 5 chandeliers is never too much'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3736134208050710005-9220515004567105305?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/9220515004567105305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=9220515004567105305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/9220515004567105305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/9220515004567105305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/07/less-is-more.html' title='Less is more?'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHZtBpLdCYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mDYqysUPELU/s72-c/balldecs_001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-6798846741422986677</id><published>2008-07-10T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:20:05.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallelujah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fourth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black and White Ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider'/><title type='text'>Insy Wynsy Spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So now today's task is to decorate the Major Lift venue, in preparation for the ball on Sunday. I love this building, it is called The Spider and you can find it on Hallelujah Blue, &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Hallelujah%20Blue/217/44/18"&gt;Major Lift Event Venue&lt;/a&gt;. The spider was designed by Blackwater Industries. What I love about it is it's grand scale and substance, whilst also translucent in design, it manages to be there and not be there all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221381737261252050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHYTBqYrPdI/AAAAAAAAABA/7EmL0vLkC3s/s320/spider.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The tiny little blip there is me, scratching my head and wondering how to turn this wonderful modern structure into a ballroom. Hmmmm... the only thing I am sure of is chandeliers (big ones) the rest will come. We need a ballroom 'cos we are having a ball, well duh! and you are invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221390709718866514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHYbL7ZRWlI/AAAAAAAAABo/LD3yr9VVXsU/s400/BWBallInvite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? There is your invite. But you MUST dress up, (or I will feel very silly) and the best dressed person in black or white, wins a month in a mediteranean style house on Hallelujah Blue (rent all paid of course!). I really should be getting on with my shopping and decorating but I want to show you a couple of other things. Firstly, Icarus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221383813243299506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHYU6gBXZrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/15BnP5ozzvA/s320/icarus_001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you see from the steps of Major Lift, Icarus over the tulips. Actually, I may love him more than is healthy, when I need time for thought I stand on my little island right behind him and look out. I don't know whether it is the sculture, or the abundance of red tulips, (my absolute favourite flower), or the sweet melancholy of his solitude, as he flies too close to the sunflowers, but I find him totally captivating. Other islands have come available over time, and I have been tempted, as mine is one of the smallest on the sim, but I couldn't be parted from my view of Icarus's bum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now I love the sunrise here, the world is purple, and so beautiful. Just where else would you want to be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221416329530439186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHYyfMoV9hI/AAAAAAAAABw/tYLpszXkDxQ/s400/icarus_001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So now you know which is my island (pop in for coffee!), it is the little one behind Icarus, and it is called The Fourth. As in... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;That David played, and it pleased the Lord&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really care for music, do you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth&lt;br /&gt;The minor fall, the major lift&lt;br /&gt;The baffled king composing&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... caught on yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I go spending my hard earned (that is such a lie) lindens, a couple of shots of The Fourth. I have travelled around SL, had land, rented houses but The Fourth is my home, and I ain't leaving (you will have to kick me out first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221386619339204786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHYXd1iw6LI/AAAAAAAAABY/bamSVUnh170/s320/The+Fourth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home at last, Hallelujah!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221387070162144658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHYX4E_VDZI/AAAAAAAAABg/GYIIBJS2V_U/s320/The+Fourth+at+Midnight.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-6798846741422986677?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6798846741422986677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=6798846741422986677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/6798846741422986677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/6798846741422986677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/07/insy-wynsy-spider.html' title='Insy Wynsy Spider'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHYTBqYrPdI/AAAAAAAAABA/7EmL0vLkC3s/s72-c/spider.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736134208050710005.post-3470774914479121087</id><published>2008-07-07T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:39:37.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little tease</title><content type='html'>So I finally capitulated and have started my own blog. Largely down to the inspiration of Owly Indigo and her amazing musings. I have no remit as such, just a collection of randomness, a place to rant at the world, ISL and IRL, and witter on. I will drive you all potty with my ramblings about Hallelujah Blue and Azul, and my SL business, sLove Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first me, I am Teesa, from the UK IRL and live in Hallelujah Blue ISL. I have a sweet little island (photos to follow) which I share with my partner Harley. My business is a dating agency and social group and is located on Hallelujah Azul. Oh, and we are having a ball this Sunday, more to follow about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for teases, and jolly wheezes, my very good friend Owly and I have a shared passion for Dr Who that does go deeper than lusting after the delicious David Tennant, so she played a little practial joke on me. See her blog for details. I retaliated by spray painting her house with the phrase "Bad Wolf", which any Dr Who fan will know means the end of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220405008434086018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKasj9iQII/AAAAAAAAAAY/xE0U6J-BASc/s320/bad_wolf_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736134208050710005-3470774914479121087?l=teesasteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/feeds/3470774914479121087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736134208050710005&amp;postID=3470774914479121087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/3470774914479121087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736134208050710005/posts/default/3470774914479121087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teesasteases.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-tease.html' title='A little tease'/><author><name>Teesa Beattie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545979766574052445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKQ47SlybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-F1kQtmN60/S220/teesa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qHAfGTxovl0/SHKasj9iQII/AAAAAAAAAAY/xE0U6J-BASc/s72-c/bad_wolf_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
