Breakfast at Tiffany's

"It takes a pair to beat the odds" In Review: 50/50

2012-01-26T20:20:00.000-06:00

Although the Doctor continued to talk, all the while never looking directly into Adam's (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) eyes, the scene blurred at one word. Cancer.
I felt it. I knew right then, that I would react the same way. Not hear another thing that was said, after "you have cancer".
Eventually Adam comes to, at least enough to begin I asking questions. "ME? This doesn't make any sense! I don't smoke, I don't drink......I RECYCLE" When that last part was uttered I laughed and thought, so this is how they've done it. They've pulled off a movie where someone is told they have cancer, and still make me laugh while the story unfolds.

Now you know me. I'm not going to ruin this movie for you. When I feel compelled to write about a book I've read or a movie I've watched, I want to talk about it but not make you feel like you don't have to read/see it anymore because I gave away all of the secrets.

Seth Rogan, I love ya but I don't go see a movie just because you're in it. I apologize if this sounds rude, it's not meant to be. I'm explaining this because I want people to know that this is not one of your usual "comedy" movies. Yes, there are some really funny lines, and scenes in this one. But it's not overdone, which made it brilliant in small ways. I wasn't sure how in the world a movie like this, about someone learning they have cancer, could be considered a comedy. But trust me, when it's time to have those serious moments, it delivers beautifully. And quite frankly, even with your quirks, (okay, your character, Kyle's quirks) I think I would want you in my corner if this were to ever happen to me. Actually, I know I would.

A very strong theme came to mind somewhere in the middle of this story, so much so that I couldn't ignore it and will mention it now. Adam doesn't drive, he doesn't have a drivers license. And why? "because you can get killed in a car accident and and and......" (not a direct quote, but same meaning).

Cancer can kill too. Is there some irony to this? I think he thought so. I did too. It was rather insightful as the human side of him showed more clearly after the diagnosis. I learned, at least for him, what not to say to someone that is going through this.

I must mention that Bryce Dallas Howard is an excellent actress. If I'm supposed to dislike her character's (Rachael) actions, she proved me right again. Notice that I didn't say I disliked her character. I think she just didn't know what to do or say.

I know people that have fought this disease and won. I wondered if certain parts of the movie would make them relive scenes from their own journey that they wouldn't want to relive. At the end, I decided that I think they should try. It's a touching, heartfelt story laced with hilarity, a few curse words, adult content, parental relationships, loss.....and views from the other side of the coin.

"It takes a pair to beat the odds" ....a tagline for this movie.

Having many friends in your life is great. Having one truly wonderful, "I will always be there" friend, is the best.

See it. Let me know what you think!

Tiffany

PS Anna Kendrick plays Katherine, Adam's therapist, so well that I wanted to sit on the couch in her office and talk to her about nothing and everything. And I don't think that Katherine was confident that she was doing any good is what's interesting. Have I hooked you yet?

What makes you feel nostalgic?

2012-01-18T19:20:00.000-06:00

nos·tal·gia

noun

1. a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time

I've been feeling nostalgic for a few days. I don't always relate this to feeling homesick, but it can at times. Looking through picture boxes can really trigger nostalgia for the days when my sisters and I were the hardest playing kids in the neighborhood, as if we were getting paid to play! Wouldn't that be fun.
"I think I'm going to build a fort in the backyard"...."I'll pay you five dollars to do it!".

I can be a daydreamer sometimes, taking simple tasks and creating ideas around them. As I was sweeping the kitchen floor this morning, I thought well isn't this like life?. Gathering little piles of things to throw away because everything looks and feels cleaner when they are tossed in the garbage. If there is something that I no longer need to hold onto, and I know my life would be better if I gathered it up and escorted it out the door, I do. Things like resentment, or grudges. Negativity.

I was doing one of my most favorite activities last night, utilizing the fireplace, when I realized that the beautiful fire I just built, was like a healthy relationship. It needed oxygen. Room to breathe. A solid foundation beneath it. A safe place where it is built, and then cared for throughout its lifespan. I had to tend to the fire every once in a while, to make sure the logs were placed just so. If they had shifted too far to the left or right, I gently moved them back into place, and added more wood to keep the flames burning.

I love to read, so I have many books laying around, either waiting to be enjoyed, or revisited if they ended up becoming a favorite. One in particular comes to mind that I pulled off the shelf today while dusting; "Epiphany" by Paul McCusker.
"Richard Lee may be gone, but he's not yet departed. In this captivating Christmas novella, as the unseen observer of the family events that follow his own death, Richard watches his children return to their hometown to attend his funeral, settle the estate . . . and come to terms not only with their father's passing, but the general direction their lives have taken"

I've always loved the word epiphany. I was walking through a bookstore one very cold December Saturday when I stumbled upon this little gem. When I read the excerpt that I just shared with you, I chuckled a little as that is my sons fathers first and middle name, Richard Lee. I thought, well this was meant for me to read obviously, especially given the fact that it has an unreal "It's a Wonderful Life" quality that leaps out of the page from almost the beginning. I hope I've enticed you enough to read it.

Reading a book again, is like visiting an old friend. A comfortable place where you go to become warm inside. Learn about life, or just sit quietly.

What makes you feel nostalgic? I've noticed the feeling coming around after I've just spent time with my family. I was able to walk the beach every morning with my sister(s) over the Christmas holiday. Watching the kids romping through the sand, drinking coffee, laughing hysterically as we are trying to get everyone to stand still and look straight ahead for pictures.....are my favorite memories from this trip. Both my mom and Dad were there, it was monumental to say the least. My youngest sister has become quite the photog, you can visit her here http://www.sincerelysara.zenfolio.com . In her "About me" portion of the home page, my favorite part reads "I read once that "the days are long but the years are short."

Indeed.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS If I could have THIS with breakfast every morning, my world be a very zen place.

Leap! 2012

2012-01-10T23:04:00.000-06:00

This morning I tweeted about Starbucks new coffee they started brewing today. A medium, rather than dark/bold roast, called "Blonde". It was delicious, I'm glad I tried it but somewhat surprised that I did considering I really like the bold, dark coffees.
I'm a creature of habit, and don't care for change that much. Or at least, I didn't use to like change that much. I've come to find out that actually, change isn't that bad. It can bring many new, exciting things to your life if you decide to embrace it, instead of running from it. Of course, a leap of faith is usually involved.

LEAP!

This is my One-Word for 2012. How appropriate given that February will have that extra day this year. But really, I'm not selecting it because the calendar has an extra box tacked on to the end of the second month of the year. I chose leap because it kept pestering me today. All day long.

Serenity talked about her word here http://www.serenitybohon.com/2012/01/my-one-word.html , and Felicity kicked off the New Year with her word here http://www.felicitywhite.com/2012/01/one-word-365-dare/ . Both blogs are always a favorite place to go if I want to visit a friend, be inspired, laugh, think, or maybe just sip coffee and reflect, so naturally this one-word idea has been percolating for a while.
I'm not sure where Leap first appeared, it definitely wasn't a neon sign flashing above my head, or a BOLD printed word in a cartoon bubble that followed me around, capturing my daily dialogue.

It's just the idea of it. I want to LEAP right into 2012, with arms raised and total belief that where I land will be right, every time. I know it won't always be perfect. But that's where faith comes in. Right?

I have a tendency to find small niches that I fit comfortably in, and plant myself there for what seems like centuries to some. I've always heard that when one becomes comfortable, it's time for change! Or something like that. I can be brave when I have to, and do a leap or two, but it's not what I'm known for. Felicity wrote "this year I want to be daring". I can't read that statement and not want to leap out of a comfort zone of sorts and do something, anything, that requires gumption and dexterity.

That would probably tie in with a new exercise regimen. Let's face it, when I tried yoga for the first time two years ago, I wasn't sure I would be able to get OUT of a downward dog position, much less get there to begin with. Now, I can do it with ease because practice makes perfect. But, that's one position. There are so many. I'm determined to shake things up a bit with cardio and stretching and pilates and the like. It's time to reach past the comfort zone and.....leap. Maybe I could even start running! (You have no idea how far that statement is from my comfort zone). But why not? Why can't I run? My mom always says "can't never did anything". And she thought I wasn't listening, psshh.

I'm really hoping that in my work life, I don't have to leap out of necessity, rather, because I choose too. You know the "reduction in forces" time, I've discussed it before. It's upon us yet again. I won't dwell long here, but I would like to select something at work that scares the hell out of me that previously I've always said I can't do, and go to my manager and say, "give this to me, I can do it". Then......after he recovers from shock and checks my temperature, I.....leap. I can dig in and attempt to excel when I'm given no choice. But in 2012, I'd like to stand up and choose with the attitude of "watch this".

Not that a new health regimen, and work aren't personal, but let's get more personal for a moment. In You've Got Mail, one of my favorite movies, Kathleen Kelly poses a question: "Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?"

I've never felt that my life wasn't valuable. But I have felt that it was rather small, not in a bad way mind you, a more comfortable, this is me world! I don't want to be loud or in-your-face in any way.

I just want to Leap. More. Unfathomed. Trusting. Brave.

Good grief, what have any of us got to lose?

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS There are so many fantastic words that exist, I can't wait to see what word you select. Breakfast is a good word. When you add "at Tiffany's" it's even better, yes?

Getting to Know You

2012-01-05T14:24:00.000-06:00

This is that post where I get to ask YOU questions instead of babbling on about myself.

1) You're on a boat sailing across the ocean, what song(s) do you want playing in the background?

2) Do you laugh out loud when you watch The Big Bang Theory? Do you watch the Big Bang Theory? (these questions may be out of sequence)

3) If you could donate 4 hours of your time tomorrow, which charity would you choose?

4) Do you read every day?

5) In the movie made to tell your life story, which celebrity plays you?

6) Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, Myspace, Pinterest, LinkedIn, YouTube, Klout, FormSpring..... do you think we're done, or will there be many more social media platforms in the future?

7) Do you like to cook?

8) What's your favorite word? (I know, it's hard to pick just one)

9) What is your dream vacation destination that you haven't been able to cross off the list yet?

10) Do you believe in God?

I'm looking forward to reading your replies!

Tiffany

PS This morning for breakfast I combined a few favorites, Starbucks coffee, oatmeal, and a banana. Can't forget the fruit =)

it's just as much filled with promise, as yesterday was

2012-01-04T01:15:00.000-06:00

Hope

Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,

Whispering 'it will be happier'...

- Alfred Lord Tennyson

I think we all have that clean-slate, fresh start feeling come January 1. In spite of the year's 12 months-of-our-daily lives, for some reason when that calendar flips to the last month and counts down to the last day of December, the hope of a new year rises within us and we celebrate what has been, and what lies ahead.

I don't like taking down my Christmas Tree.

It's not because of the physical labor that's involved. I just don't like letting go of the holiday season. I give myself the same speech every year, "we carry that holiday spirit with us all year through, if we so choose". I do pretty well with this mantra. But I decided that I need snow to keep my holiday spirit going. Oh come on Mother Nature, you've done some crazy things this year. What's a little snow in Southtown going to hurt, hmm?

I spent Christmas in Florida this year, with my family. I wasn't sure if it would feel Christmasy to me, given how warm it can be at the beach. I found that the Christmas Spirit resides just about everywhere, even where there are seashells. I walked the beach Christmas Day, and found a glimpse of exactly what I was looking for.

A family had left a message by the ocean, a Merry Christmas by the shore. Complete with a pile of shells and a signature from each family member. I smiled when I stumbled upon it, and had to take a picture so I would remember.

I thought, well it doesn't matter where you go. Christmas, and it's spirit, arrives wherever you are. I didn't give the new year much thought when I was on vacation. When my family gets together, and it's been a very long time since we ALL have been together at Christmas, it's nothing short of slight chaos. Chatter and noise and kids running around and conversations I can barely keep up with, and music and boat rides, and....well you get the gist. I lived in each moment, and had a fabulous time.

On the long drive home, I had a lot of time to reflect. I was excited for 2012 to arrive, and started feeling that "it's going to be a great year" idea long before I reached Dallas. With tidbits of sand everywhere (and I mean everywhere) I smiled and thought about a resolution or two, as I drove part of the beach home with me. As I type this post, I look up to see the new calendar above my desk, shouting "It's January 2012!" and think about all that I have to fill in on those blank boxes. A wedding to go to (my sister got engaged Christmas Eve), pending visits from my family in May, a possible visit to Cozymel in June with friends, a trip home (Missouri) in my favorite month, October, for Mizzou football and hopefully a KC Chiefs game too. Many things to look forward to, as January rolls in and brings that clean slate.

I do like the "off with the old, on with the new" feeling, but I don't want to erase. I just want to flip the page over, and write the next chapter.

I hope your new year has started off with great things, and has reminded you that it's just as much filled with promise, as yesterday was.

Happy New Year my friend,
Tiffany

PS Breakfast at Tiffany's will be mostly protein and fresh fruit for a while, it's time to get in shape for good things to come!

"Who is your Santa?" he asked.....

2011-12-05T20:43:00.002-06:00

Hustle and bustle indeed, but I haven't really got caught up in it too much yet this year. Oh I'm decorated, and actually mostly done shopping, but I mean the rat race that begins in November and doesn't end until after the after-Christmas sales. Nice and easy is the theme of my 2011 Holiday Season.

I was out being an elf this weekend, by myself mind you, because I get so much more done when I'm alone. I was making the usual display of myself singing along to Christmas music in the car, with Starbucks coffee in a cup by my side, and not really minding the cold temps and rain coming down.

After Starbucks my first stop was the local Ace Hardware Store. I love going in there during the holidays, they have cool things I don't find anywhere else. I was on the hunt for a specific sized light bulb but I looked around for a while before I finally had to ask for help, there are over 100 kinds of light bulbs in there, did you know? Now, you may think I'm making this up, but the man that helped me could of been St.Nick himself. I know that sounds cliche at this time of year, but seriously, he even had the glasses. He was very helpful, he lead me to what I needed, then lead me to checkout. As he was ringing me up, I noticed he smiled with his eyes, he was quite infectious. He asked me the simplest question. "Who is your Santa Claus this year, little lady?" he asked, as the register totalled my purchase.
There are few times that I have ever been asked something where I had to pause before I replied because I didn't know how to answer. I finally said, "Well, Santa Claus himself of course. He's real you know" He laughed and gave me a candy cane as I left, saying Merry Christmas to him.

I left the parking lot, windshield wipers at full speed and Christmas music playing, to head for the next destination. At the stoplight, I fell into deep thought about what he asked. "Who....is my Santa Claus"

I've been thinking about this for a few days.

My Santa Claus comes in many forms. The friend that absolutely did not leave my side when I had surgery the day before Thanksgiving, who stayed right there with me the whole time to make sure I wouldn't wake up and not recognize someone in the room. The countless friends offering help of all kinds during recovery. Anything from a Thanksgiving feast delivered, to chauffering, cleaning, shopping, and just talking. The constant phone calls and text messages, emails, asking how I was doing. Sounds like Santa to me.

The people who care for sick kids in the hospital during the holidays, not only making sure the Christmas spirit stays alive inside the hospital, but also inside the families hearts and minds, as they struggle to learn that their child may not get to come home for Christmas this year.

The coworkers who pitch in without asking, to take up slack for anyone that is missing from the office for a while. I may have jokingly made fun a time or two about these people, but seriously, they're all like my second family. I love them. And they're my Santa too.

The soon to be 18 year old boy that while it may not seem cool to his friends, wants to visit people in a nursing home around the holidays, in case they don't have family. If that isn't Santa, I don't know who is.

The cute (oh well okay, yes I said it) guy at Tom Thumb that always smiles at me when I come in, asking how my weekend is going, if I want any Starbucks (because he knows my love) and then when I can't get something to ring up that I KNOW isn't two dollars, I suddenly receive "help" from him, paying a dollar for something worth way more I'm quite sure, with him always saying, "don't worry about it, I'm a manager, see?" as he points to his name tag with credentials. (lol I really do laugh out loud when he does this)
HE is my Santa.

The man that hurries to my car to hold an umbrella over my head as rain pours down while I frantically try to move bags from cart to trunk. Yep. Santa.

The doctor that removed cancer not once, but twice from my beautiful cousins body. I love this Santa. LOVE.him.

People that make me laugh out loud on a daily basis, with either a tweet, a facebook post, an email, or "live" in person. I love to laugh, so if you can easily make that happen, you're my Santa too.

The sister that welcomes our entire family to her home in Florida, for Christmas. Oh that brave soul. She's a Santa for sure.

So let's rewind this movie, I'm back in Ace Hardware. At the counter, checking out with "Nick"/ (I've dubbed him Nick, you know why).
"Who is your Santa Claus this year, little lady?" he asked.

"I don't know if I can name all of them, how much time do you have?"

I hope your December has started off with greatness, and you're happy, and excited about Christmas and the New Year. Sit down at the end of the day, relax. Don't rush it. Just.....enjoy it.

Happy Holidays to you and your family!
See you soon,
Tiffany

PS my family is having the traditional pancake breakfast on Christmas morning this year, with Mimosas of course. Guess who gets to make said pancakes. =) What are YOU having?

I love this music. I think someone with this gift may be a Santa too.

Whatever you have on your list....I'm glad you have it

2011-11-18T16:49:00.000-06:00

I was driving down my street last night at dusk, and noticed the neighbors have begun putting their Christmas Lights up. The sparkly little lights were saying hello as I drove past, and I will share with you, proudly, that I loved it. The promise of the holidays around the corner, I thought "you GO friends! go ahead and start putting them up". Many people are disillusioned with Halloween running into Christmas at topspeed, and I totally understand. I want to keep them separate too. I just feel a calm come over me, when I look at Christmas lights, and it's cold outside, and darkness is drawing.

I don't know why my favorite four months of the year have to be the ones that go by so quickly. Why can't August, the hottest month in North Texas, be the one with such speed? ah well. I find myself slowing down a little, or trying to anyway, at the end of the year, in my attempts to slow the passing of time.

I've been seeing quite a few status updates in Social Media lately about what people are thankful for, with Thanksgiving around the corner. I haven't really participated in this trend, because all of the "goes-without-saying" things come to mind. Aren't we all thankful for good health, family, friends, our jobs with benefits (hopefully), roofs over our heads.....?

I decided to make my own personal list here.

1: Charlie Brown and Snoopy
Come ON, they really know how to have a "feast". Buttered toast, popcorn, jelly-beans....
2: My Aunt Janes homemade noodles. A staple at my extended familys Thanksgiving table. When I can't be in Missouri with my family, I make my own. But I have to say, they seem to fall slightly short of Janes. I keep trying though.
3: A fireplace in my home. It's nothing short of worship, I love using it.
4: My cell phone. Social media....texting.....I can say Happy Thanksgiving very quickly to those I can't be with on the holiday.
5: FOOTBALL. You would think I would have put this one first, but I like it in the middle. Go Chiefs!
6: Friends that want to take care of me if I'm sick or recuperating, can't have too many of those.
7: Ocean-front Christmas plans with family
8: My coffee bean grinder. Although it's an obnoxious sound so early in the morning, it makes for one fresh cup of coffee I tell you.
9: Our family and friends in the military that are overseas and get to come home soon. And....the sacrifice of those friends that will never come home.
10: Talented people that inspire. Photographers, Artists, Poets, Graphic Designers, Authors, Musicians.....all of them make the world go round....

Whatever you have on your list, whether it's something miniscule or large as life, I'm glad you have it.

And I'm thankful you stopped by to read mine.

Here's the to beginning of a fabulous holiday week! (I always count Friday evening as the start of anything, don't you?)

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS I won't be able to cook on Thanksgiving morning this year. But I think for you, homemade cinnamon rolls are in order. Yes?

In Review: The Help

2011-11-08T01:23:00.000-06:00

"All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries"

Oh this book. I almost don't want to see the movie. How can it possibly live up to this well-written, page-turning, unfolding story of the songs of the south. I say songs of the south as though they were eloquent, full of melody and promise. If anyone knows even a sliver of history of these times, it wasn't what I would call a melody. I don't think I can find just one word now that I'm writing about it. But that means the story was so meaty that it needs several words to describe it.

This was the early 60's, before my time, yet I found myself imagining what my life would have been like if I had been alive back then, born and raised in Mississippi. I felt such anger during parts of it that I have to be honest and say, I'm glad that I wasn't. I can't, and don't want to, deny history. I can only hope that if I was any character in this book, that I would be Skeeter Phelan.

She's brave. Tenacious. She wants to (and does) write a story, basically blowing the lid off of the suffering of African-American maids in Jackson, Mississippi. As I slowly read each page, I often asked myself, could I have done this? Considering the risk involved, in times where people were beaten and killed for using the "white" restrooms, or being accused of stealing pieces of silver (when they did not) and then sent to prison, Skeeter wanted to become the voice of every African-American woman that suffered. That raised white children, loving them as their own. That turned the other cheek when called "Nigra". I shook my head from almost the first page, until the very last. I hate that it was. But, I can't deny history.

I'm wondering if Kathryn Stockett received flak about attempting to tell a story from a womans point of view outside of her race. When I came to the last few pages of the book, after the proverbial "The End" of the actual story, I read how she grew up in Mississippi, with hired "Help" in her own family. Demetrie, born in Lampkin, MS in 1927. Not that I doubted Kathryns point of view in the slightest, but when I read her own personal story, I almost felt better. I realized that there was a foundation lying underneath the writing of this book. It wasn't as if she was born and raised in New York and decided one day, "Hey, I think I'll write a story about the early 60's, specifically about segregation and all that it entailed".

If you lived it, even partially, you can write about it better than those that haven't, agree?

From the lovingly maternal Aibileen (who may be my favorite character) to the tough, outspoken Minny, the various maids that painstakingly decide to help Skeeter with her journey of truth become my heroes. Every last one of them. It was all so clandestine, secretive. It had to be. I mean after all, what would people say or do if they found out a white women was meeting with black women, and stories were being told? And then typed out in print as fast as Skeeter could type them. I shudder to think.

For the last one-hundred pages or so, I found myself on edge, wondering if the book would be published, and what ramifications that publication would bring.

If you can handle the raw truth of the way it was back then, mixed with a little bit of humor, sadness, anger, fatigue, love, hope, and even audacity, I'm really hoping you buy this book and read it just like I did. Into the wee hours of the night because you can't put it down.

Because when Skeeter comes to this conclusion: “Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.” I knew this was going on my bookshelf as a keeper.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS You have to know that food was a large part of this story, oh the south! Your mouth-watering breakfasts made by gentle hands. Makes me want to go back to Charleston for cheese-grits and light as angel-wings biscuits!

I've always said, the funniest people are the brilliant ones.

2011-10-07T11:32:00.001-05:00

One of the funniest shows on television, for me, is The Big Bang Theory. I'm not always into humorous shows or movies, sometimes I need something quite deeper to hold my interest. But this show hooked me from the first episode, whether it be with Sheldon's idiosyncrasies, Raj's inability to speak to the opposite sex, Penny's less-than-genius way of working through things, or Wolowitz's sheer genius brain coupled with his not-so-genius way of woo'ing girls. And let's not forget Leonard, a an experimental physicist with an IQ of 173, yet he falls short most of the time on the social scene.

What's not to love, right?

The combination of these characters makes the show nothing short of brilliant, but I have to say, Sheldon is my favorite. His borderline excessive compulsive disorder doesn't come across as a problem with it being coupled with the fact that he received his PhD at the age of16. I've always said, the funniest people are the brilliant ones.

I've since come to realize that the part I look forward to the most during these episodes is the last 3 seconds after the credits roll, and that would be, Chuck Lorre's notes titled "Chuck Lorre Productions". I don't always agree with what he writes, but that's the point isn't it? I've finally learned that stimulating conversation, or "reading" is supposed to make you see something you didn't before, and then you decide whether or not it's for you.

There are literally hundreds of these, but I'll select this one to share for an example.

CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #239

TO DO LIST

Live to see a highly educated, deeply thoughtful, articulate, cool, biracial President who is not overly crippled by childhood wounds and capable, in no particular order, of freeing the nation of its oil dependence, restoring its international standing, creating universal health care, resurrecting the economy, ending two wars, rebuilding the public education system, finally bringing about an end to the mindlessness of racism, encouraging science and technology, firmly addressing environmental issues and global warming, and uniting the nation - and the world - in a giant cultural, tipping point leap forward.

Meet super-intelligent aliens who disarm the entire planet, cure every disease and take us all for rides across the galaxy.
Play a round of par golf.
Trade solos with Eric Clapton.
Win an Emmy.
Get married, stay married.

One down, five to go.

Indeed, Chuck.

Happy Friday, and Happy Weekend to you my friend,
Tiffany

PS Do you ever have breakfast food, for dinner?

Live the questions now....

2011-09-24T15:13:00.001-05:00

I was in one of my favorite places the other day (Barnes & Noble) when I came across a magnet that, once I read it, I knew I had to buy it.

I don't really like to cover the entire refrigerator with a bunch of magnets or, for lack of a better term, crap, because it looks junky to me. I have what I call, a traveling fridge. The magnets that I do have, are from places that I've been, like Paris....Hawaii, Charleston....

I've always liked to read things that make me think, even if it's just a short inspirational message. This one is pure gold, so I'm sharing it with you.

"I beg you....to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live.....everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way....into the answer" -Rainer Maria Rilke

I havent read truer words in a long time. It was like an "a"piphany! See what I did there?

I had to research Rainer Maria Rilke, I haven't heard his name before. I believe I've stumbled upon another favorite.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS I'm happy to report that Breakfast at Tiffanys has been on the patio most of the week. I hope this beautiful weather stays in N. Texas. It's fall after all!

A "picture" of who we are, cemented in cyberspace forevermore...

2011-09-19T17:22:00.000-05:00

In a friends recent events, an unfortunate loss occurred, and a friend of hers, a young woman, passed away. It's always sad to read stories like these. "Gone too soon", the inevitable feeling that washes over us as we share our condolences and feel so sorry for their grief.

I was watching a Dateline special recently about a man that went missing. A few years later, his remains were found. Throughout the entire episode, his Facebook page kept appearing on the screen. It made me look, and sure enough, it's still there.

The woman that passed away also still has an intact Facebook page. The privacy settings are secure (thank goodness) but her picture is almost haunting now, her smile radiant as she holds her dog and grins at the camera. I say haunting only because I know she is gone.

I've been thinking about this for a few days now, what we say and write and do, leaving our "paw print" on the internet. A "picture" of who we are, cemented in cyberspace forevermore. If you have a Facebook page, go back and read your status updates over the last few months. Are they a true picture of who you are? Do they include what you would want everyone to know about you, if something unfortunate occurred and that was all that was left of what you've said?

This is probably why I don't do negativity in Social Media. It doesn't make anyone feel good, first of all, and secondly, what if that was the last thing I said? I wouldn't be a fan of that at all.

I've talked about our "signature" before, here: http://momentsofapiphany.blogspot.com/2010/03/may-i-borrow-pen.html where I said "Your outlook on a day to day basis, begins and ends with your signature". I still believe this.

As I was writing this post, I did what I asked you to do. I went back and looked at my Facebook updates over the last few months.

The conclusion? It's Tiffany in there all right. I don't need to do any house cleaning. Oh but Zuckerberg, if you're listening, I'd love to add some music to my page, okay?

See you soon!
Tiffany

PS This whole "eating clean" idea has sparked some pretty interesting breakfasts of late. I wouldn't have dreamed of putting oatmeal in a fruit smoothy for example. Quite tasty!

Are we meant to be with just one mate, for eternity?

2011-09-07T17:05:00.002-05:00

You know the old saying, "penguins mate for life", right? I've always loved the idea. I've seen this very thing unfold in my own family. My grandparents were married before they were twenty years old and were then married for over 50 years.

Imagine that. A lifetime together. It almost seems unreal to me in this day and age. I don't think I'm jaded, and I'm definitely not against marriage. It just seems so easy these days to bail, when the going gets tough in a marriage, or relationship even.

I've had several people that are in healthy marriages, or committed relationships, tell me that it's a choice. A conscious choice to remain monogamous to their partner/significant other/spouse. I completely understand that, and believe it. It is a choice. I believe it's also hard work. Many people have told me that as well. Although single right now, I've been inside of this hard work before, and it can be tough.
I think fairytales have planted seeds in our little girl brains (I'm speaking for the females here obviously) that provide wonderment, and awe inspiring ideas of what our futures look like with that perfect mate. I know that life doesn't always mimic the fairytale. But, I still believe that it can.

I won't live in a castle per se, or will I?

I spent time in a castle in France two years ago. Someone has to run that place don't they?

My point is, it may not be Cinderella riding in a coach, wearing glass slippers and a sparkly gown, on her way to a ball every evening, held at the castle she will live in one day.

It may be an apartment on the Upper West side in the city, with no yard, with no grass to speak of to walk barefoot through, and no room for a pet. Or, it could be a small house in the country, outside of the small town you grew up in. Maybe a cottage next to the ocean. (I told you I can dream big people)

It could be an apartment in a city that is so jam-packed full of people that you're grateful that suburbs exist. *cough*

I think your fairytale depends on you, and your choices. Daily choices after the big choices. Carefully selecting who you want to spend time with, to allow a relationship to grow. Do you believe in love at first sight?
I don't. I believe in fluttery feelings at first sight. Definitely. But not love. That takes a little time to determine.

I may get flak for this, but I don't know that we are made for just one person for eternity. I'm not against those that feel they are, and they are living that very idea. I'm one hundred percent in support of them. I've just learned so much from a few different relationships that I've had, where I wouldn't change my own story for a thing. Ah well, we all have our own book don't we. Every chapter, every sentence, even the characters, are our own.

I pretty much live my days with full knowledge that this day, and the other day, and tomorrow, brings promise and gifts.
I haven't learned otherwise yet.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Tea, scones, crumpets, fresh fruit.....for Breakfast. That's what they have in a fairytale don't they? See. We can create our own.

With all of these influences surrounding us, I don't know how anyone could ever be bored

2011-08-23T19:56:00.000-05:00

I think movies, commercials, advertisements, songs, and books influence me more than I realized.

Sabrina (1995) has a scene where Sabrina and Linus are eating baked clams. He baked them right on the beach. I've always thought that going to a clam bake would be the epitome of cool. I love seafood, but unfortunately don't have an ocean nearby. Hence, there are clams steaming on my stove as I type this. I've never done this before, I have no idea how they will turn out. My love for cooking sends me down some very odd paths sometimes, I'm willing to try just about anything once. I haven't tasted shark yet, but one day I will I think.

The recipe I used can be found here: http://www.food.com/recipe/fresh-baked-clams-131901

With the extreme heat that never quits in Texas, the summertime advertisements are obviously going to be geared towards anything that will cool one down. I don't have a strong desire to go to a waterpark, UNTIL they show a snowcone stand. All of a sudden I'm thinking, hey I love water slides. It's okay that there will be 400 small children there. I'm going. I want a snowcone. (Because I wouldn't want to just drive to one of the many snowcone stands around here, that's just boring. And without waterslides)

The 2011 Ford Explorer commercial comes on t.v., and every single time I'm wishing the commercial lasted longer than it does. So much so that, to the internet I go, to try and figure out what song this is, and who performs it.

Yeah, this had me at the first line.....

"If ever there's a reason to be swept up in the season........Of the fallen leaves"

You know Fall is my favorite season don't you?

Songs can take me to different places with just a few notes. I think when memories are attached to certain scents and sounds, the minute we encounter either one again, we are carried back to that initial place where we first heard it, or smelled it. Or maybe it's not the first time, but it's something specific to the memory regardless. The only thing that I think can carry one back to a certain memory quicker, is a photograph. There are days that I wish I had a fancy camera. Maybe one day. But I've taken some pretty awesome pictures with a simple digital camera, or from my cell phone even.

If I want to revisit the Eiffel, I just look at this....

If I want to walk Folly Beach, SC......

A book is a way for me to be in my favorite spot, but still travel to far off destinations, making friends with characters that I might not meet otherwise. I will always choose a book first, over a movie. I don't think that will ever change. I do love seeing the characters come to life on screen, but I feel the book lets you inside their thoughts in a way that a movie may not be able to convey. I love it when the movie does the book justice, I must admit.

With all of these influences surrounding us, I don't know how anyone could ever be bored.

Do you?

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS I have to share, the clams are DELICIOUS. If I can't be at a clam bake on a beach, at least I know I can make them here at home. But not for breakfast. Tomorrow Breakfast at Tiffanys shall be.......strawberry. Something strawberry. Maybe a smoothie!

Saturday is my favorite day of the week, but I can't get there without Friday.

2011-08-05T12:56:00.000-05:00

What I learned this week:

1. The best time of day to be outside getting exercise in August in N. Texas is 6am.

2. Related: Never leave home without ice water.

3. People can actually cook cinnamon rolls on the dashboards of their car, on a cookie sheet.

4. Ducks swimming in a pond, with a fountain spraying here and there, at sunrise, is the most relaxing scene ever.

5. Friday is the day we sigh, exhale, let go of the week, and celebrate the beginning of two days of relaxation. Saturday is my favorite day of the week, but I can't get there without Friday.

6. If you don't know how to relax, take a note from Penny:

7. It's National Oyster Day, did you know? Aw Shucks, I will visit you in T-Minus 5 hours.....

8. I've been without transportation for five days. I've suddenly realized that it's not so bad working from home, not being able to go anywhere except with friends help. And for those friends, I am so grateful.

9. Eating broiled salmon and grilled vegetables for breakfast isn't weird. At.All.

10. I think Apes are underrated. They are so intelligent, and really, they're our friends.

Whatever you do this weekend, make it count, and go BIG.

See you soon,
Tiffany

PS For weekends I like the word "Brunch" rather than "Breakfast". Translation: I love to sleep in. Way in.

Where do you go? What do you like to do?

2011-08-01T18:51:00.000-05:00

Oh these days.......just keep going by......

Today begins the 'typically' hottest month of the year in North Texas. I strategically chose this week to take my car in for the hood replacement (that could take 6 days to complete) and work from home, therefore not getting out in this heat for a whole week if I choose not to. The pool is the only thing I can tolerate doing outside, unless I want to take a vigorous walk around midnight......(I don't think so).

I had a recent conversation where the person asked me, so....what do you do, where do you go? I was thinking about that today. It was a general question, I didn't list out details from the time the alarm blares in the morning until bedtime falls, and it cools down, oh say, two degrees maybe.

Where do I go?

If this is a work related question, you will find me here:

I LOVE having the dual screen at work, it makes my life much easier when attempting to multi-task, going in several different directions. The hourglass on the left is one where I designed the message, given to a team of very hard-working people who implemented a system my company uses. The message: "Thank You For Your Timeless Efforts". I turn it over from time to time and watch the sand drift very slowly into the bottom globe. But not for long, I'm busy! The phone on the desk almost seems like a decoration now. It dawned on me that I rarely use it. With technology being what it is these days, most of my communication is online. Hence, saving money for the company that I work for.

Sometimes I work from home, and that is a definite YAY in my world. Saves gas, time, money, and sanity. I'm only sort of kidding on the latter.

I can make my own coffee:

And I see my family as I walk down the hall, to go make said coffee:

But of course, every time I do that I'm reminded that I really, really need bigger, or more, bookshelves:

The hodge podge used to be quaint, now it's getting rather annoying to be honest. I can't decide if I want to get rid of the two book shelves that I have and get a nicer, bigger one, or just another one the same size. I already have two, bursting with books, as you can see, and movies. My list of wants grows daily.

What do I like to do?

I love playing spades. I'm not a poker player, mostly because I don't know how. It seems complicated but maybe I just haven't had the patience to sit down and try. I'm not a gambler by nature, so any game that I play is strictly for fun.

I like to stare at a painting in my house and imagine being inside of it.

Doesn't it make you want to walk down that cobblestome street, through the arched doorway, and see what's inside? After I stop at the little cafe of course. And have tea. And read. Or blog! Or read a blog post. Or.....just.sit.there.

I live pretty quiet for the most part. I love music, but not all of the time. I don't need background noise. Sometimes adding music to the day helps it move along, especially when I'm in the office. At home it can, at times, get so quiet you hear nothing but the ceiling fan, and me typing. When I'm reading, I definitely want quiet. I have quite a few books just waiting on me to start, I love that.

Sharing a glimpse of the two; where do I go and what do I do. If I want to go get a fabulous taco and see a movie, you could find me here:

Or here:

The Magnolia Theatre in Dallas is awesome. And The Taco Diner? Delicious, and right across the street. They had me at Brisket Tacos.

Where do you go? What do you like to do?

I can't wait to see a glimpse of your world my friend.
See you soon,
Tiffany

PS Some day we will go to that cafe in the picture, and have breakfast. I know we will.

Remember the days of no Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, Google +, etc?

2011-07-28T17:46:00.000-05:00

I remember the first time I heard about Twitter. My wonderful cousin Serenity *ahem* http://serenitybohon.com/ asked me if I knew about it. I said, what is Twitter?

A few years later I'm 10,040 tweets in, following 811 people, with 738 followers of my own, and listed 56 times. Oh internet, I really do like you most of the time.

I didn't have a goal in mind, and still don't mind you, that first day I created my profile. I can't remember now what my first tweet was. But I am sure there is some nifty tool out there that could tell me what I tweeted the first time. I do remember having no idea what I was doing. But it didn't take long to get the hang of it. I'm known to say that Twitter is my news source, and I'm serious. It really is. I learn what's happening in the world, very quickly with Twitter.

It took me a while, but I learned that connecting with people and sharing ideas, thoughts, funny stories, or even simple mundane details of my day, was a very cool thing. I didn't ask anyone to follow me. I think if the goal is to have many followers, the idea is to build relationships.
I just engaged with who I was interested in connecting with. I did apply what I consider important Twitter etiquette, the courteous "Follow Back" when someone began following me. It's very easy to decide later on, that the person or business is not for me, and simply click "UnFolllow". It's not personal. It's okay to unfollow someone. If someone "retweets" something that I have shared, a thank you is definitely in order.

I've met some really cool people in person that I would have never met if it hadn't been for Twitter. While I think people should be careful when meeting someone they haven't met before but have connected with online, if the setting is right, it's definitely a great thing. A group of people meeting, especially when a few of them already know each other, is okay. I also think that if the person has honest tweets, being true to themselves and what they believe in, when you meet them in real life, it just gets better.

I also think it's a really cool reminder, as I have a short conversation with someone in London, that we are all connected.

Remember the days of no Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, Google +, etc?

Yeah I don't either. We've come a long way baby!

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS @apiphany tweets often, if she's not too busy. Sometimes she takes a break too. Give Twitter a Go, I think you might like it!

Overheard at the Social Media Club

2011-07-25T17:15:00.003-05:00

A few close friends and I decided to get together and have a social media club session, primarily for helping one of our own get her blog the way she wanted it as far as layout, rss feeds, etc.

When my friends get together you can count on these things to be so:
1. enough food to feed a small country

2. enough wine/beer for that small country to partake after they eat, or during

3. Cheese in gargantuan proportions, and many kinds

4. hilarity to the point of my stomach hurting from laughing so hard, yet all the while knowing that if I tried to explain to someone that wasn't there, it would end up being a "you had to be there" story.

5. love and support

The love is ever present, we support each others goals and dreams, no matter what.

As I found myself laughing as usual over the various discussions going on around me, I started taking notes. I mean we were all sitting around laptops at the table anyway, it's not like I wasn't paying attention to my friends. I was just, ahem, blogging.

And now for the notes.

Overheard at the Social Media Club........

Have you ever seen Yen Kitty? It's the cutest thing ever.
This is a little kitty that has a rainbow coming out of his nether regions that really, to summarize it in a nutshell, is just plain cute. I had never seen him before

So what do you guys think about Google + ?
There was a huge hear-hear! in reply to this one

http://www.botw.org/ <-------go here, The Best of the Web
Very cool, didn't know it existed

Search Submit Blog to Google, you can add your URL to google, may take a few weeks to show up in searches......
I didn't know this either, but here's the link if you're interested: http://www.google.com/addurl/?continue=%2Faddurl

Can you show me how to add the Like button for facebook to my blog?
There was some intense discussion and hand motions during this one, I promptly stayed as quiet as possible in order to allow them to concentrate.
Answer: It has to be generated from Facebook. Go to developers.facebook.com , Port Concepts, Social Plug-Ins, Like Button , and then just use the Standard Layout site for now.

As my peeps were "working" I was casually walking around taking pictures of various items, as is customary.
"What are we supposed to do?"
"Don't look at me, I'm not here, I don't have a camera, just carry on"
"I feel watched"
"Just pretend like I'm not here"

Did you try the cheese?
I tried the cheese. That cheese is the best thing I've had in my mouth in years. (quoting exactly folks)

But did you try the BACON?
I tried the bacon, and may need 911 later. Oh.My.God.

'Oh sh** I can get me a twenty dollar mani-pedi!' (my friend that uttered the phrase is funny anyway, but when this exclamation comes from him, I die) He's pretty much our go-to guy for anything internet, all things web, and new and upcoming gadgets. I'm pretty sure he can build a planet, given the right tools.

So where do you go to buy domains?
GoDaddy.com

"Do you use that one I got you?" "um, what is it again?" "Because I pointed it to your blog for you" "tiffanydavis.net"
Um that's not right, this is some kind of Hollywood thing. Which could be me, but it's not, just sayin.

**please note, it's not tiffanydavis.net. I haven't received word back on what it actually is. Stay tuned for further developments.

I like your shirt, where did you get it?
uh...the internet. I think it's theshirtguys.com or something. I'll look it up. Wait, I don't think that's it. Checking.....wearscience.com/design/robot ....yeah that's it.

I read my friends blog post about going to the Farmers Market where she then shared that she got some fabulous fresh basil, one of my favorite smells.

Meanwhile, Daybreakers is playing in the background for those that are not participating in the social media discussions, loud enough for France and surrounding countries to hear. *sharing is caring

I believe this is the same bottle of wine I brought back from Paris, I said, to no one in particular, as I was musing to myself in the kitchen.

"I don't have a business card, so yeah you know those PR cards, I want to get one of those with all of my info, and then have it tattoed on my wrist so they can scan it with their phone"
What?
(he's dead serious too)

"OMG I want a baby panda!" (as they look at my Friday facebook post)

So are we all in Google + ? Cuz we're gettin ready to Hang OUT ya'll!
There's a nifty little video chat option in Google + called "Hanging Out", try it. It's fun!

"So read my blog post so far".....Title: "10 Social Distortions Cause by the Consumption of Cheese"

Annnnnd the previously mentioned movie playing in the background can now be heard by small third world countries. *note to self, bring earplugs at the next gathering*

Hey does anyone want to do Community Theatre with me?
"no. I love you. but. no"

"I don't feel comfortable smiling, if I'm not actually smiling about something"

Hey can you set up my RSS feed on my blog?
Can I sit? (removal of the enduser and doing it yourself is often warranted)

random: "I'll eat coconut meat, but I don't like Coconut shavings on things"

You know really, friend, there is no way to capture everything being said at one of these gatherings. This is just a little peek into my world, it can get crazy in there, but oh man do I love these people.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS For some tasty breakfast ideas, visit my friends new blog here http://wildjennostyle.blogspot.com/ she's just starting to do what she's always wanted to do, share the recipe, the food, and her life. I say YAY to that!

Your blog is your signature

2011-07-22T23:59:00.000-05:00

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed" -- Ernest Hemingway

I know that sounds a little maudlin, but it's from Hemingway, we fully support just about any quote from him, yes?

In my friend circle there has been some discussion of late on what a good blog post is, and what creates enough "want" in the reader to not only click the posted link, but to actually read the post until the last written line. This lead to some interesting discussion about the blogging world, amongst some of my favorite people.

To quote Brian, a best friend for so long I've lost count:
"Honest writing is not necessarily about truth. Honest writing is about making the reader believe that where you are taking them is worth it."

I dig that, and I sign off on the concept one-hundred percent.

I've often told my friend, "Share you. Share yourself and your own story, at times. Your fans love it when you do that, and I believe your stats can back up what I'm saying. This, in no way, means that any story you write, is not meaningful or interesting. But when you peel back the layers, and roll up your sleeves, and type out "I'm here and this is me", they're going to click that 'like' button like there's a monetary gift given for it"

To paraphrase a recent post from my friend who obviously is listening;
"my muse, Tiffany, always trying to keep me on my literary path, and reminding me that some of the blog followers actually enjoy it when I’m totally real, talking about just me and what I think"

Yes, my friend, that's what I said and am still saying.

My blog, is an online journal of sorts. I read posts that go back a year or so just to see what I was thinking at the time. I don't share often, in social media. Usually when I do, it's because someone has nudged me to do so. I love it when people take the time to read, and comment. It's much appreciated. But I don't have a goal in mind, I'm just babbling away, as is customary.

But for my friends that DO have a goal in mind, their recipe blog having several times-ten followers, or their story-esque style blog having the masses read, enjoy and click 'like' to let you know they've stopped by, the bottom line is this:

Get real. Tell us your thoughts. Show us how to make pulled-pork tacos with ranchero sauce. And do this using the best, imaginative words you can muster. Take us to the country you visited outside of these United States, and let us smell the delicious smells, and taste the french wine, and look directly at the pink skies of Paris, France. We should CRAVE pork tacos after you post. And we should be googling flights to Europe after you discuss the narrow streets of Paris and the wonderment of using the Metro to get around without having to driving ourselves.

Another good friend, Daniel, who I am pretty sure hung the moon and made it sparkle, wrote:

I think that most people just want one of four things when they read:

1) to laugh. They don't want character development. They don't want understanding. They just want something quick and funny. If you can make it funny AND lewd, then you're really on to something. *I laughed at lewd, you should meet D sometime, he's awesome in the truest sense of the word.

2) to have someone to cry with. We all feel sadness, regret, upset, and anger from time to time. We often want to know that someone feels just like we do. So we can relate. So we can feel not so alone.

3) to smile. They want to feel good. About themselves. About the world around them. About mankind. About everything.

4) information. If what you're writing doesn't fit into one of those three categories, then it's purely informational. As information, people just want it. They don't want background or follow up. They just want the answer. Don't give me the history of the Computer Virus, just tell me how to get this thing off my computer.

Amen bro.

So I'll end with this. Your blog is your signature. If I click the link, it should give me an idea of who you are, and what you want, like, and dislike.

And if you post baby pandas playing in the snow? I may advise you that you're the best thing since sliced bread was invented. I'm just sayin.

You see?

That's all for now my friend,
See you soon!
Tiffany

PS Breakfast brisket tacos will seriously make you re-think everything you've ever eaten up until now. I think they are a religious experience, judging from the "Oh My GOD" responses I've heard muttered while my friends are tasting for the first time. Get one as soon as you can. Or stop by......I'll make you a believer.

I dreamed a better version of myself

2011-07-18T19:07:00.000-05:00

I dreamed a better version of myself.

Today, I remembered the dream.

Tomorrow, I begin the revision to todays rough draft.

The day after tomorrow, I will revise again.

An eraser will not be used, but a red pen, gently slashing through what I was, so that I can see.

The day after that, begins the new revision of the day before.

I don't know when the final copy will be published. It is in the writing, and revising, that I live.

I'll make notes on the side of each paragraph, reminding me that things could be added, here and there.

But no erasing.

I dreamed a better version of myself.

Tiffany

I share a birthday with Vincent Van Gogh, who once said:

"I dream my paintings, then I paint my dreams"

That's what I'm doing my friend.

Lunch Can Be Awesome Too

2011-07-15T16:29:00.000-05:00

I don't consider myself a "foodie" but I love reading about new recipes. I don't watch cooking shows that much at all, unless I'm in some sort of waiting room, then I can become entranced by them. Very little time for TV in the summer, there's too much to do!

I love to cook though. I always have. In trying to remember when this started, I'm thinking it was my Grandma. She used to say things like, "oh just a pinch", or just add a dash of that. I don't think any of us can make cornbread the way she did for my Grandpa almost every day. She never wrote down what she did unfortunately. I think we do have quite a few recipes that she had, but the magic cornbread wasn't one of them.

I wrote about my biological Fathers love for cooking and the lengths he would go to, to find that one necessary, hard-to-find ingredient here http://tinyurl.com/2cfveph . I've been told that I am like him in a few ways, this is definitely one of them.

I recently learned that Spanish Saffron is a very expensive little item! But as I stood there staring at the bottle (that head 4 tiny packages of saffron threads mind you) with the $19 price tag, I thought, but I can't substitute, I want to make this the correct way or what's the point? Needless to say, I bought it, and the recipe turned out beautifully. That recipe, vegetable paella, can be found here http://tinyurl.com/62z62ng . I've made it twice, and have adopted it as one of my favorite meals.

Since I am about to embark on a different nutritional journey with Dr.Fuhrmans "Eat To Live" very soon, I am using the ingredients I have in my refrigerator now to finish them out. A lot of what I have is fine even for the Eat To Live concept, but cheese (or any kind of dairy) is not included so today, I ate cheese. I LOVE cheese. I didn't eat much, but I think I made the prettiest salad ever.

And it was delicious!

The Salad:

Tore Romaine lettuce leaves, added fresh spinach leaves, placed in large bowl. Sprinkled strawberries, raspberries and blackberries in. Chopped red onion, sliced mushrooms, shelled sunflower seeds, and shredded Reggiano cheese. The dressing was the juice of one medium size lemon, 1/4 c. grape seed oil, a teaspoon of thyme, and a dash of cracked black pepper. (Olive Oil would be fine too)

The favorite part in the picture is the empty chair, that's where one invites a friend to enjoy lunch with them. Breakfast at Tiffany's is way cool.

But lunch can be awesome too.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

In Review: The Travelers Gift

2011-07-12T00:37:00.001-05:00

As I begin to type this out, not even sure if I'm going to post it, I'm already in such a huge state of awe that I can't imagine doing this book justice. I've mentioned before, that I don't blog a review of a book or movie, giving exact details of what happens from beginning to end, leaving the reader with the advantage of not having to read the book or see the movie at all because I've shared the entire story with them on the page.

I'm mostly thinking of these ramblings I do as "notes to myself" ....or something like that. A virtual diary? I think that's it. But I love that you stop by and read my musings.
If you haven't guessed by now that I've added Andy Andrews to my top ten favorite author list, make that top five actually, this post should clear that up once and for all.
I read The Noticer, and said, he can't top that. I read The Butterfly Effect, and said, that little book is going on the coffee table, where it will remain forevermore.

And now I've read The Travelers Gift. I've never read a book where I was left with; I will carry this book with me wherever I go, from this day forward. It fits nicely in my purse, and it's not that heavy being a paperback. You think I'm kidding?

David Ponder reaches the lowest point of his life within a few pages of the beginning of this story. Or so he thinks. I bonded with him immediately out of just simple human compassion. Thinking out loud a few times, "dude that just sucks". (chuckle) When it rains it pours, and all that jazz, you know? He can't seem to win. But oh that lucky, lucky man. He's the Traveler, and his gift comes in the form of a visit to seven, very influential people, throughout our history. At the end of his short visit with each of them, he's given a gift. A piece of paper, with one of seven keys to success written on it.

With Andy Andrews extremely witty style of writing, it's not as if David mysteriously appears in a flash of light, says "wazzup" to the person he's visiting, and asks them to toss him the paper so he can sprint away with it clutched in his hand. That's way too mundane, and simple. But I want you to read it. So that's all I will say here.

A few things I've learned now that the last page has been turned, and I've stared at the back cover for a while. I've never thought that I had a little Anne Frank in me, but I do, and have had, for a long time. This will be the one person that I reveal that David has the great fortune to visit.

Anne shares this during their visit:

"They call me PollyAnna. They say that I live in a dream world, that I do not face reality. This is not true. I know that the war is horrible. I understand that we are in terrible danger here. I do not deny the reality of our situation. I deny the finality of it. This, too, shall pass" ....."but most of all, both of us must remember that life itself is a privilege, but to live life to it's fullest--well that is a choice!"

I don't know if anyone has ever called me PollyAnna per se. But I've been accused of this way of thinking many times. "How can you still smile after that happened to you?" or, "How can you be so forgiving, so happy all of the time?" Just a few examples....you get the idea.

My answer has always been this: Because I choose to smile, and I choose to forgive, and I choose to be happy. I don't wake up every single day singing like Snow White and leaping around my house like a deer in the meadow, let's keep it real people. HA! But even when I know my enthusiasm annoys at times, I don't change a single thing. You know what usually happens, if the stars are aligned? I bring that friend out of their funk, or bad mood. I don't push, I pull. Very, gently. Sometimes I need to be pulled. And sometimes I won't allow it. I want to be in a mood for a little bit. See? I'm human, and not always cheerful. It's just that those moments are so few and far between that I almost don't recognize them, or myself, when I'm in the middle of one.

Oh you have no idea how I want to just SPILL this entire story right now, it's an amazing one.

Tomorrow morning when I get up, I'm going to yell "CHARGE!!!!!!"

And you won't know what that means until.....you read the book.

I love enticing you to walk towards my latest favorite read. I hope I've said enough here to do just that.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS If you were able to visit someone as David is able to, with Time Travel, who would you choose? I've been asking myself this question since I turned the last page. Alexander Graham Bell maybe. Well, I'm in telecommunications after all.

I like being who I am today

2011-07-10T22:47:00.000-05:00

I feel refocused, rehydrated, rejuvenated. That's quite a few "re's" eh? I always feel this way after I get back to Dallas from a visit home, to see my family. I did the smart thing this time, of driving home on a Friday rather than the Sunday before I go back to work. A good two days of pulling everything back together before Monday wakes me up with, "time to be the adult and do the adult things again" is a must.
I always reflect on the trip when I leave, usually beginning on the drive home, and actually for a few days after I get here.
A few mishaps along the way this time, but of course, I didn't let them bother me. Have we met? You know I don't do negativity. My phone met its untimely death as I pulled into my Dads driveway. Au revoir Mytouch 3G slide, I tried to have a relationship with you, even replaced you twice, but we just weren't meant to me. Do you know how much it can drive one crazy to hear text messages coming into one's phone and you can't see them?
Ah well. C'est la vie. Hello Samsung Galaxy, you are so handsome. I like you. Now if I can just get used to that touchscreen.....
The day before I left I was involved in a minor car accident. That's always fun, yes? *shaking my head no*. Here's the good news:
I have insurance, she had insurance. No one was hurt, and both cars had minimal damage. Nothing shattered, no lights broken, nothing rubbing against tires, or rims, etc. Just a slightly bent front part of the hood, with a slight dent. Oh and kudos to the Kirksville MO police, they were timely and very helpful.
After speaking with my insurance agent, I s l o w l y pulled away to drive back to my moms house. I thought, well that's what I get for rising before anyone else to go get coffee and drive the town of my early childhood without taking anyone with me. I just like doing that so much. Quiet time, music playing, as I drive down the street where I used to run to catch the bus for school. Every time I do this I'm reminded how small the street looks to me now, when, back then, it seemed huge. My sisters and I refer to this house just by the number, 814. Many great memories here, and even the house itself looks a little smaller to me now. We used to get ready in the mornings for school, knowing that when we heard Paul Harvey come on the radio, it was time to go. "Good Morning Americans, it's Friiiiiiday!" He said that every Friday morning. I loved listening to him. My Grandpa did too, I think of him every time Paul Harvey is mentioned.
So Sunday arrived and has almost left in a vapor, I have no idea where today went.

But, I have the memories of the trip home, and my folded laundry to smile about as I go to sleep. Don't laugh, laundry being done is monumental in my world.

I learned one thing, that I think I've actually known all along, but it seems so clear now, on my trip. I like being who I am, today. The adult I've grown to become, with a little of the child mixed in, that I used to be. If you're struggling with who you are, or your direction in life, remember this: Embrace yourself. You become the better version of you, every single day.

Oh and Monday? I'm ready, bring it on.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS My mom showed me a book that she's been reading, and following mind you, for the last two months. She looks fabulous, so I've added this, http://www.drfuhrman.com/weightloss/about.aspx , to my list. Why NOT Eat To Live, it's all about nutrition. So for breakfast, Oatmeal it is!

You have been created as one of a kind....

2011-06-27T20:24:00.000-05:00

"Do I make a difference?"
"When I move.....
when I act....
when I do something....

Does the Universe notice?"

Once again I've found a book that I opened, and fell in. I always loved that phrase, "books fall open, you fall in". One of my all time favorite illustrators, Mary Engelbreit, always puts her own whimsical touch with quotes.

This book, that in my opinion would almost be considered a coffee table book, is one that you can read in about thirty minutes. But I didn't just flip through it. I read every word, letting each one sink in. Andy Andrews had me with "The Noticer" and I discussed that here http://tinyurl.com/6cy6wkk , and he's done it again with The Butterfly Effect.

I've heard about The Butterfly Effect before I read this book, but if you haven't, here is a nice summarization of the idea:

In 1963, Edward Lorenz made a presentation to the New York Academy of Sciences and was literally laughed out of the room. His theory, called the butterfly effect, stated that a butterfly could flap its wings and set air molecules in motion that, in turn, would move other air molecules–which would then move additional air molecules–eventually becoming able to influence weather patterns on the other side of the planet. For years this theory remained an interesting myth. In the mid 1990s, however, physics professors from several universities, working in tandem, proved that the butterfly effect was accurate, viable, and worked every time.

Interesting, yes? It sounds a little crazy. I can hear people saying, "oh come on, ONE butterfly flapping it's wings can influence weather patterns? psshh"

Andy Andrews point, in this book, is this: "Everything You Do Matters" And I support this idea, one hundred percent.

I think some of us, sadly, think we don't matter. We're going through the motions of day-to-day life, thinking that we don't make a difference in the world. I'm here to tell you that is false. We DO make a difference. It may not be on a large scale, it could be something as simple as saying hello with a smile to someone you pass in the hall at work. That person could have just received devastating news, and your hello might have softened the blow. Your smile might have reminded them that there are genuinely nice people in the world, and they deserve to have people like that in their life.

Last week at work I was helping a woman in New York via a chat system we use. I won't bore you with the work related details, they're not important. When I thought we were done, I was just about to close the chat window. She said one last thing to me: "I want to thank you very much for helping me today. Last night when I left work, I came upon an accident on my way home. I didn't know at the time, that it was my best friends daughter. She just graduated from high school. She didn't survive the accident. I've been completely unavailable today, making mistakes left and right as you might have deduced. But you helped me get through it. And for that I thank you, and I will never forget it"

Talk about humbling. I sat there and stared at my screen for a full minute or two before I could even respond. I didn't do much to help her, trust me on that. Or.....I thought I didn't.

"You have been created as one of a kind. On the planet Earth, there has never been one like you....and there never will be again. Your spirit, your thoughts and feelings, your ability to reason and act all exist in no one else. The rarities that make you special are no mere accident or quirk of fate. You have been created in order that you might make a difference. You have within you the power to change the world."

Yeah Andy, I hear you.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Don't ever fool yourself into thinking that you don't matter. We can discuss this over breakfast! Fruit Smoothie anyone?

If we can get to the place where memories are made, we absolutely must do it

2011-06-19T18:46:00.001-05:00

Fathers Day 2011. I don't love the fact that I'm not home with my family to celebrate my Dad today. I'm glad I can call and talk to them though, and see the pictures my sister was randomly texting me throughout the day.
I think I said it best when I wrote this blog post last year on Fathers Day http://tinyurl.com/2cfveph . I'm lucky to have more than one Dad in my life. Yes, more than one.

When I was talking to my sister today we were getting really excited about the upcoming Florida trip for Christmas. I can't remember the last time my entire family was together in one house for the holidays. We decided to get Disney tickets, wrap them, and place them under the tree. Then when all of the kids opened them, we would say, "oh and by the way, we're leaving for The Magic Kingdom TODAY". How fun is that?

My sister has three kids so this trip has taken some planning already, given that they will drive from Missouri to Florida. My mom will travel with them, and extra hand around three kids is always welcome. I told her that I knew it would take some sacrifice and extreme patience for that long ride, but in the end, it would be worth it.

"We have to make things happen. If it takes sacrifice, and patience, and the choosing of "we're going to do this" so that we can get to the place where memories are made, we absolutely must do it" I said.

I started thinking about that. All of the times I've said no to different invitations, thinking, "Oh but that's expensive or, I won't have time for all of that", etc. I'm now wondering how many times I've missed out on that very destination I just spoke of. The place where memories are made.

Time is all we have. And it passes oh-so-quickly doesn't it? I think it's time to refocus a little bit. Instead of overthinking the invitation, just go.

Because around the corner that it may have taken some effort to get to.....lies....some fantastic memories in the making.

So yeah, I'm already looking forward to the holidays. I HEAR JINGLE BELLS all of a sudden!

Plus, my namesake will be there. Could YOU turn down this face? I can't.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Sara, I will call you periodically during that long drive, and sing to the kids, and quote a movie for Jeremy, and ask Mom about a childhood memory, just to refocus the thought of "oh my GOD are we there YET" thoughts. I promise. Incidentally, I'm making breakfast every morning for everyone. "Breakfast at Tiffany's" is where I am, and you are with me.

I would like to also give honorable mention to my sister Melissa who is taking my entire family on for this visit. Don't worry, I'm bringing you wine and my sense of humor, this is going to be nothing short of fabulous Melly Mel. Oh, and tell Todd I'm hanging lights on everything. (seriously)

See....dreams really can come true

2011-06-06T19:04:00.000-05:00

I've been tweeting lately about my dream home. It started out in a joking manner but I realized quickly that I'm actually not joking. I can't tell you exactly where this home is, but I can summarize the climate in two words: low humidity. Of course this is kind of a pipe dream because humidity isn't shy, it can pretty much show up anywhere. This want is stemming from surviving Dallas Augusts for several years now. I've learned to live with it, but it's not that enjoyable unless you're swimming. Or kayaking. Or on a boat to far off vacation destinations.......

I began with, my dream home will have a huge, screened-in, wrap-around porch. Honestly if the weather were right, I could have the whole house screened in. Who needs walls? In Hawaii, I loved how the hotels and some restaurants, even the airports, we're all open air. Not a lot of closed in walls. The openness of all of it, the laid back atmosphere, totally hooked me.

Then I started thinking about nature, and the animals. I want elephants and giraffes to roam the grounds. I'm serious! I could learn how to take care of them, or make sure the atmosphere provides what they need as far as food, and enjoyment too. They would be great friends!

And of course I want monkeys. I love them, and yes I know this is easy to say when I don't have to work at a zoo and take care of them. But I would teach every animal I have how to use their own facilities. All birds would be welcome. I love hearing them chirp, especially doves coo'ing.

I would have many rooms in this dream home, not because I need much, but because I want to have plenty of room for my family and friends to be comfortable. Who doesn't want to visit a home like this? I know if I build it, they will come.

I want to have a library full of my favorite books. And a way to watch my favorite movies, but aside from sports I can't think of a reason to need cable. I do have a few favorite t.v. shows, so this would have to taken under consideration. I would fill the house with little things I've collected on the way to a few places I've been lucky to be able to see so far. Paris......Hawaii.....Charleston.....Cocoa Beach.....LA (California)....S.Padre Island, even west Texas! There obviously would have to be some Missouri mixed in there, that's my hometown state. (it's also the Show-Me-State)

Growing a lot of my own food would be high on my list, so a garden would be really cool. And fruit trees. A few grapevines for wine, and could I even try to grow my own coffee beans? Hmmm.

I would be very busy with all of this. My thoughts then lead to, so where do I make myself useful and give back? Maybe I could have a stable of horses where low income children could visit for free and learn to ride. I would have to have help with that. I've ridden a horse maybe three times my entire life. But I could learn.

I could go on and on.....I've yet to decide what else I would want in this dream home. But I'm glad I'm writing this now. Someday, when I'm living in that home, I can look back at this post and say, "See....dreams really can come true"

What is one thing on your wish list? It can be extravagant. Dream BIG!

See you soon,
Tiffany

PS Breakfast would never be boring in a house like this. And most likely, it would be eaten outside. Every morning.

I don't get bored anymore...

2011-05-22T13:56:00.001-05:00

I just made an executive decision to apologize no more for lazy Sundays. It's day seven of the week. The end? The calendar says it's the beginning, at least it's formatted that way. But with a Monday through Friday job, I've always thought of Monday as the beginning of the week. So Sunday, in my mind, is to be used for rest, a "rejuvenating" of yourself to begin the work week on a good note.

I've been told I can't sit still, I always have to be doing something. I'm pretty sure I've mastered the art of relaxation lately, so this statement no longer applies to me. It's hard for some people to s l o w down and just chill out for a little while, especially those that are on the go constantly. I think boredom was one key factor that was being mentioned often when I talked to friends about this. I don't get bored anymore, I'm not sure when this happened but it did. Even if the t.v. is off and I don't have a book in my hand, or the phone in my ear, I still feel content. My stubborn, younger version of me is shaking her head, and her fist, at me, "get up and do something, I'm bored!" Ah well. She grew up, matured, and became....content.

It's okay if we watch a movie, or read, or take a nap even! Instead of going and going and going like the duracell bunny. A few people have told me they feel guilty when they take a nap, like they're missing out on life. Not true! What we're doing, is letting our body rest so we can enjoy life when we wake up. It's so necessary, that rest.

I hope you're relaxing today. That BBQ, swimming, get-together-with-friends, (or family) vacationing, magical summertime is drawing nigh......I love knowing this. Actually when one lives in Dallas, the potential for all of these things comes in March at times. This crazy weather can't make up its mind!

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Breakfast on the patio today. Humidity you will not win. But if you ever start getting to me, I'll just go here in my mind:

Oh Charleston....I don't know how to quit you

2011-05-17T00:38:00.000-05:00

Have you ever been to the South?

You know, where southern hospitality and charm are around every corner, and the most tantalizing seafood awaits your tastebuds, and where tides roll in on Folly Beach like an old friend coming home to visit?

I came, I saw, I experienced.....and I think I fell in love. One of the social media status updates I posted while I was there was: "Day 1: watched a proposal on the beach (he got down on one knee) Day 2: watched a wedding on the beach....love is in the air in Charleston =)"

I don't see how love could not be in the air, in Charleston. The history, the charm, the architecture, the "sweet south" I dubbed it while I was lucky enough to experience so many great things in my short visit with friends.

Our first meal was at Hymans Seafood, downtown Charleston. I've never in my life experienced Lobster Bisque so religiously. At first I thought they brought clam chowder instead, because I expected a pink hue from the lobster. I was quickly assured that true lobster bisque is white. I'm telling you, it was to DIE.FOR.

After we all had such a good time driving through downtown and having this ridiculously fabulous meal, we talked at the table for a while about what the next four days would bring. A friends nephew was graduating from Citadel, you could feel the excitement coming from him as he told me that he was ready to be out in the world and put to use what he had learned. I could also feel the pride coming from his parents, but the real clincher was actually being on the Citadel grounds, watching these soldiers use such precision in their formation during the military parade. I didn't know what to expect. As the silence fell over the crowd as they walked out onto that field, I got goosebumps, watching them flawlessly go through their steps they probably practiced a thousand times to get them so perfect.

I told my friends that I didn't want to go to Fort Sumter, I would use the time to say hello to the ocean. But, as Mother Nature would have it, the rain coming down changed my mind. I have to say that I'm glad, because I would have missed this:

"In December of 1860, South Carolina became the first state to secede from the Union....." the voice crackles over the intercom as we sail across the Charleston Harbor on a boat headed towards Fort Sumter. The bombardment of Fort Sumter was the opening engagement of the American Civil War, I learned as I listened to the history being told while I was gazing at the harbor from across the water. My thoughts went to my Grandpa and Dad immediately, the wars they fought in, and fortunately made it back home from.
I climbed all the way to the top of the Fort that overcast day.

Everyone that knows me well knows that I have a strong love for Starbucks. I may be their biggest fan. Driving through Charleston and gazing up at those glorious two and three-story homes with porches on the first and second floor balconies took my breath away.

But I literally squealed when we came across what I have dubbed, the cutest Starbucks I've ever seen.

Although it's hard to pick just one favorite moment, any time I've visited the ocean, I will more than likely tell you that my favorite moments were the ones where I'm walking the beach, waiting for the sun to rise. Talk about Zen, it doesn't get any better than that. Folly Beach did not disappoint, it was beautiful.

There were several things on my list that I wanted to be sure to experience before I left. One was to eat boiled peanuts. I had NO idea what they would taste like, but I now understand the comments I've always heard about them being delicious. Another was to eat the shrimp grits with cheese, bacon and gravy. I know.....it sounds, well odd. Let me be your witness, they're unbelievable. There is no way I could eat like that every morning, but for a vacation breakfast in the south? I managed. The Folly Beach Pier was talked about for weeks before I got there. I heard it was amazing. See for yourself:

So Charleston. Now that I've met you, I really don't know how to quit you. I will visit again one day. But I can say this with certainty, I could live in the South.

See you soon friend,

Tiffany

I'll remind you to keep in touch

2011-04-29T11:04:00.000-05:00

Do you write letters anymore, in this day of digital, computerized, 'I-can-just-text-you', advanced technological 'we-can-send-emails-through-the-interwebs'?
Real letters. You know the kind, you sit down in a comfortable place, with a piece of paper and pen in your hand, maybe a cup of coffee nearby?

In taking short polls here and there over the last week, I'm finding that most people forego the old fashioned letter writing.

"It's so much easier and quicker to text"
"I just shoot them a quick email"
"Nah, I'll call before I'll write a letter"
"I message through Facebook"
"I @reply them in twitter, it's FAST" <-----this one made me laugh, it's true, it IS fast. There's that whole 140 character limitation, but that forces one to summarize quickly.

When I was younger I used to write my Grandma and Grandpa letters. I still have the letters they mailed me over the years. I'm so glad I kept them, now that they are no longer here with me. Very fond memories I find, when I pull them out and read them again.

I don't know though, there is something about opening my mailbox and finding a hand-written letter inside. My first thought is, how cool that they took the time to write this. I don't throw letters away, I can't bring myself to do it. I will throw cards away, I must confess. But not a hand-written note. It's personal, and giving, and I like it.
You may be the next one on my list,

I'll ask you how you are doing, what's been happening in your world, and share a little of what has been happening in mine in conclusion.

Oh and I'll remind you to keep in touch.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS A breakfast smoothie can provide world peace. I'm sure of it.

In helping others, I find I'm helping myself

2011-04-25T17:02:00.001-05:00

In teaching others, guiding them gently, I'm teaching and guiding myself.

I think this is why I have an urge to help, in reaction to someone sharing their problems with me. Or just sharing their story in general. Their life book, what is written so far....I love to listen. Hear about where they've been, who has been with them in their journey so far. Where they may be going from here, and who they're taking with them.

I don't have a degree, given to me on paper from a University. (gah! I dislike typing this!) But I know I can get one if I deem it important enough. I do have, in the very least, honorable mention, in life. I don't sweat the small stuff. I DO take pleasure in the small stuff though.

These days in Dallas, it's a thunderstorm haven. I love thunderstorms. I would SO be a tornado chaser if I could do it safely. When the lightning starts snaking across the sky, and the thunder rolls, you'll find me out on my patio, watching the fantastic display of nature. I do my best thinking on this patio. Sometimes my best talking, if a friend happens to call.

I happened to catch something being said on t.v. last night at just the right moment to share with a friend who is going through a rough time. As I always do, I wrote down what I heard immediately. If I don't do this, it's as good as gone in a few minutes. (Maybe I need ginkoba?)

"How to Calculate Your Net Worth: Add up everything money can't buy, and everything that death can't take away. That, is your net worth" -Ed Young

I believe I've found my new mantra!

I know that we can write down our assets, calculate the total worth, in columns on a piece of paper. That net worth is not quite the same. For me, it's not important.

What money can't buy are things such as these:

Helping others. Making people laugh. And realize what promise lies ahead for them if they seem to have lost their way, or their purpose. Playing with kids, and like a kid, where we both end up winning, if only for the time spent. Telling someone, "I thought of you today" and seeing their smile light up a room, or hearing that smile in their voice over the phone.

Being the kind of person, that when I leave this earth, I know I will be missed. And remembered. Not for what I paid for, or bought, or owned. But for my relationships, and guidance.

I like to leave wherever I am a better place after I was there. (I think this is why I continue to wipe that condiment counter down at Starbucks. I can't help it! I'm helping my favorite baristas!)

So yeah.....In helping others, I find I'm helping myself.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Protein breakfasts all week this week, what's your favorite breakfast that's packed with protein?

Saturday is the Creme Filling

2011-04-09T18:39:00.001-05:00

Saturday Top Ten

Listing it out today people......

1: Summer days appearing in April, whispering, "I'm coming soon, and here's what I look like..."

2: No overbooking, no set plans, the "I can do whatever I want" day that I have at my fingertips.

3: Receiving a simple text message, "you're amazing"

4: Mazzy Star "Into Dust" playing as I type this entry.

5: Laying under a tree with swaying branches, at the pool, then hearing St. Ann's Catholic Church ring their bells......

6: Blog posts like this, where my beautiful cousin Serenity explains to you that she's beat cancer again:

http://www.serenitybohon.com/2011/04/odds-schmods-my-brother-said-when-i-told-him.html

7: A neighbor asking if I want to join a family BBQ. Um hello. Yes. =)

8: Hope.

9: Laugh out loud tweets. I love my twitter fam.

10: The fact that Saturday is the creme filling.

Have an awesome weekend friend,
Tiffany

PS I'm feeling "brunchy" for breakfast, all weekend. Patio brunch? definitely.

What do you do for a life reboot?

2011-04-04T13:05:00.000-05:00

"At the Car Wash......whoa whoa whoa WHOA"

I'm not really singing this song. =)

I had an awesome weekend, and was completely surprised to find that one of the most relaxing things in the world to do, is......be pulled through a car wash. I'm not kidding!

I don't usually go to car washes that do everything for you. I don't mind doing it myself at all, it feels good to get rid of all of that yellow dust (go AWAY pollen).

Sunday, I had brunch with a friend who hooked me up to a FREE car wash, the kind where you put the left front wheel in between the iron rods and it literally pulls you through the wash, very s l o w l y.

So I had some time to think, while all of that dust was being washed away. I thought it would be cool to have a life wash. You could just sit back, put your life in neutral, you can even let go of the wheel, and for three or four solid minutes, everything you don't need/want, gets washed away. Then when you put your life back in "drive", you slowly pull forward out into the sunshine, with a clean windshield, feeling very refreshed.

I have lots of places I go to find this refreshed feeling.

For instance:

This is right in the middle of my neighborhood, very cool.

I do yoga to find that refreshed feeling, go for walks, spend time with friends on a sun-lit patio where live music is playing. I love to sit on my own patio too, for quiet down-time. Sometimes I read, sometimes I just sit quietly. If there is ever a time where I can't fit any of this in, I get that "overloaded" feeling so I try very hard to always make time for it.

What do you do for a life reboot?

I'll see you soon!
Tiffany

PS Breakfast on the patio is a w e s o m e.

I am Tiffany

2011-03-22T16:23:00.000-05:00

I am Tiffany

I smile often.

I laugh out loud every day.

When I was growing up, I wanted to own my own hair salon.

I'm afraid of heights.

I never developed a "like" for liver and onions.

I smile often.

I learned that I can be impatient when I sprained my ankle once, and had to use crutches.

But I am patient most of the time.

I have the most awesome kid on this planet.

I love bunnies so much I think it may be irrational.

I smile often.

I can stare at the moon for hours without moving.

Balmy air breezing through a sunlit patio is where I do my best thinking.

I text faster than I talk, and trust me, this is a feat in itself.

I'm wearing a bracelet that says FEARLESS on it, but I am not always.

I smile often.

I pretend I sing well, so when I sing out loud the volume is more than likely way too high.

The things of nature that beckon me are these; the ocean, rain, rivers, and fall foliage.

I'm fiercely loyal to those I love.

My niece is named after me.

I smile often.

Who are you?
=)
I'd like to hear yours my friend,
Tiffany

PS Breakfast at Tiffanys is all about smoothies of late. Blueberry/Banana/Strawberry/Blackberry....and they are DELICIOUS.

"And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland"

2011-03-17T13:56:00.001-05:00

Forget your troubles today.

I've noticed that people of Irish descent do this on a daily basis. It might be with a pint at ye olde pub down the way, or with something simple, like walking down a cobblestone street saying "top of the mornin to ya" to everyone they meet. I LOVE St. Patricks day. I always have, all things green and shimmery beads hanging from my neck and the sound of bagpipes......they make me stand still with respect when the men walk by wearing their kilts, playing that beautiful sound. I don't mean to wax poetic here, but I'm telling you, the sound moves me.

May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.

Irish blessings are countless. I have a few books, I've googled, I even have the good luck of having some true blood Irish friends in my midst that tell me how lovely Dublin is, and have the great skill of describing it so well that I feel as though I'm there. I will kiss that Blarney Stone one day.

Corned beef and cabbage? I've mastered it. I only have it once a year, and thoroughly enjoy it when I do.

I will leave you with the sound of those bagpipes, tell me this doesn't get you in the spirit of Ireland. I'll buy you a pint if it doesn't!

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

I hope March brings you a leprechaun that whispers to you

2011-03-09T17:18:00.000-06:00

Spring Forward

It's that time of year again, it seems like it passed all too quickly this time. Didn't we just spring forward a few months ago? No?
When I glanced at my calendar today and saw that this Sunday was Daylight Savings Time I immediately chanted "Spring Forward, Fall Back" to myself. I always do that.
So we're going to lose an hour they say. It will feel like 5:00p but it will say 6:00p on the clock. It always takes me a little while to adjust to this change, and it's only an hour. We've been ROBBED!

I'm just kidding. Well sort of. Do we really lose an hour? Maybe we'll try to live more, a little faster, to catch up with that missing hour. I always think of it like this. Spring Forward; in the Spring, after the winter thaw, when the birds are chirping more in the morning when I wake up, and the tulips outside my window are blooming, I get the itch to work out in the morning, be more active, on-the-go more, etc. I'm actually s p r i n g i n g f o r w a r d into the new year, fresh with promise, and excited to be inside the birthday month, especially since it includes St.Patricks Day. Irish eyes smiled during the month I came into this world. I love saying that, and I LOVE green.

Fall Back; the air comes with a crispness, bringing my favorite holiday (Halloween), and all things Fall (my favorite season) such as Football, Autumn leaves, Fall foilage, pumpkins, roasting seeds, and my favorite Month, October. I have a feeling of f a l l i n g b a c k and relaxing. I'm not saying not working out, or being active, but when the weather starts to turn chilly, I think people turn towards being indoors, and the chilling out with friends, having a fire going, etc.

Each comes with its own rewards. But I have to say, I love both seasons. I like Spring, with all of the pretty blossoms it brings (my nose doesn't love it, just sayin) and the fresh, new ideas I, at times, come up with out of the blue. I realllllly like looking forward to the planned travels ahead, Charleston in May, a cruise in October. It's difficult to not want time to pass quickly when you're looking forward to a trip, but I won't wish time away.

Because we've already lost an hour, remember.

I hope March brings you a leprechaun that whispers to you where the pot of Gold is, and you go find it.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS How do YOU celebrate St. Patricks Day? I think Breakfast should have something green in it. Veggie Omelet?

Insanity cleaning

2011-03-01T22:39:00.000-06:00

I'm a crazy person.

No seriously!

There are days when I get home from work and I simply do not want to change into workout clothes to do the one thing that makes me feel the best. Beer? no. Glass of wine? no. I mean I want. But no. Y*O*G*A.
Then there are days I'm bursting with so much energy I'm bouncing off the walls at work (my coworkers loooooove these days) *disclaimer at the end of post, and I get home, workout, clean the house, rearrange the thing I've already rearranged before, blog, read, write, watch, talk, tweet, and so on....and so on....like the duracell bunny!

Then, there's the day I find out my parents are coming to Dallas for a visit. Dun dun dun........you heard that music didn't you? The theme to Jaws? or.....the music they play in scary movies right before the dumb girl that's running, trips in the yard and then gets axed because that blade of grass was too tall for her to jump over? (you know I'm right, it always happens). Well, I'm not saying that my parents coming for a visit is like a swim in the ocean with a great white. What I'm saying is, why oh why do I get the urge to clean the entire apartment as though it's the dirtiest place on this planet? My apartment is not dirty people. I swear. But it's this whole "oh.my.God. the 'rents are coming!!!!! I MUST CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!" **

So I don't even eat when I get home from work today. I do put on the workout clothes. Hair in ponytail, game face on, I get alllll of the things out to clean with. Mops, paper towels, Pledge, Windex, Clorox wipes, Floor Cleaner, sponges, rubber gloves, a broom, vacuum, a screwdriver....I'm just kidding, I don't need a screwdriver.
Then, instead of taking my time and finishing one job at a time, I start everything at once. Who mops halfway, then vacuums, then dusts partially, then wipes down walls, then mops the other half, then scrubs, then .....sigh, I'm out of breath. But who does that? I'm in every room 10 times before it's all over. I just told a good friend today that I'm not obsessive, I just don't like dirt or clutter. My house is "lived-in", and you're welcome to throw a pillow, I won't get hives.

But the MOM and the DAD are coming! eek!

After I realized that I was acting like a maniac I calmed down, attempting to do one thing at a time. I still have two days for godsake. Visits like these make me want new things though, like the cherry wood cabinet the t.v. is sitting on in the living room for example. Beautiful it is. Love the cherry wood. But now I want that in my room, (to match the cherry wood sleigh bed), for my t.v. there, and thennnnn I want a new cabinet for the living room that's more suited to the size of that t.v. And I want a new chair to replace the black leather one that sticks out like a sore thumb, matches nothing, and is old. *cough* it was a gift, and yes friend if you're reading, I love the chair, (and you) it's just time to let it go. And then I want a mahogany desk for my room. And thennnnn I want a new painting for over the fireplace. I love the ocean scene that is there now, but I can move that elsewhere.

Do you understand what I'm saying? I start looking at my house with different eyes, and I want to flip it upside down and change things, then turn it rightside up and voila! everything is new and different. My loving friends tell me my house is inviting, cozy.....comfortable. I so appreciate them saying such things. Really.

Since I can't go out and buy all new things, I think I'll just start with the t.v. cabinet in the living room. Oh and I still need a new stereo.

But not before Friday. Mom and Dad will just have to settle for a v e r y clean apartment.

I get to fix them Breakfast at Tiffanys, YAY!! Very excited about that.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

p.s. is it obsessive to mop walls?

*disclaimer: I have a feeling my coworkers don't really love me bouncing off the walls. But they do love ME. I just know it.

**"clean all the things" is a phrase dubbed by Allie Brosh, the most hilarious blogger/illustrator known to man. Go.Here.Now. http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-ill-never-be-adult.html

What I learned today at the dentist

2011-02-21T16:05:00.000-06:00

I think I'll just do a top ten, why not?

1: Thank GOD for dental insurance, otherwise I would be penniless.

2: Drinking coffee through a straw is not a good idea.

3: If your mouth is numb on one side, do not attempt a smile. You will look like the Joker. Or Elvis, with his lopsided grin.

4: When the dentist and his assistants continue to engage in conversation with you, with their hands in your mouth, just make a few small noises here and there to show that you're still breathing, don't attempt to talk.

5: Floss. I've said this before. But please, do it.

6: I thought I had a high threshold for pain. But, when the dentist says "please tell me if you feel ANYthing", and you do, tell him. A few quick shots and you wouldn't feel a brick thrown at your cheek.

7: Pharmacy technicians are not happy people. Oh I kid, I can't generalize like that. But really, I've found that most of them are just irritated by your presence. What I learned: A big smile can change that. But see number 3. That's probably why it worked, he thought I looked like a clown.

8: Singing at the top of your lungs in between the comings and goings of the dental assistants provides sheer entertainment for their day. Try it.

9: I don't enjoy the elevator music version of The Lion Sleeps Tonight near as much as the one with words.

10: I love Trains new song, Marry Me.

And there you have it!

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS tomorrow needs to include a soft breakfast. Scrambled eggs? Join me.

"You cannot find peace by avoiding life."— Virginia Woolf

2011-02-14T23:29:00.001-06:00

Last summer (2010) I stumbled upon a blog that had me so riveted I read every post written, from beginning to end, in one day. It was like reading a book I had just bought that I fell so in love with, I couldn't put the book down.
Her name is Whitney, and her story really does resemble a fairytale. Her bio begins with "I'm a 25-year-old former anti-romantic who followed my heart 4,757 miles to London to find my Prince Charming....."
That had me at hello. I told you I was a romantic at heart. (sshh don't tell anyone)

I've yet to meet Whitney but I know I will at some point, thank you social media. She lives in Dallas and we know some of the same people, one day I will be asking for her autograph.

Every once in a while Whitney shares stories from other people who write to her. As Valentines Day 2011 comes to a close, I've just read one that reminded me that I need to stick to what I've recently said. Live life out loud. Get out. Do more. Say yes. Go go go and go some more.
It's been a great year so far, and there's a lot to look forward to.

If you are in a place where you need to be reminded how truly short life really is, read Whitneys February 14, 2011 post.

Go here:
http://www.fairytalebeginning.com/

You should probably have kleenex handy. I'm just sayin.

I hope you had a day filled with love. Mine had lobster tail that can only be described as succulent, a toast of champagne, a chocolate covered strawberry, warm hugs, phone calls from neices that I would hang the moon for, and an Elizabeth Barrett Browning sonnet that falls perfectly in tune with Whitneys post today.

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet needs by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely as men strive for right; I love thee purely as they turn from praise; I love thee passion put to use in my old griefs and my childhood's faith. I love thee with the love I seemed to lose with my lost faith. I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life! - And, if God choose, I shall love thee better after death."

See you soon friend,
Tiffany
PS The Virginia Woolf quote is one I am giving a standing ovation too. It's true.

I saved the best for last

2011-02-07T22:38:00.001-06:00

You know what I like?

Soft blankets.
Fluffy, warm towels from the dryer.
A song coming on the radio that I LOVE but haven't heard in a long time.
Snow. Oh come ON! I know.....I hear you. But I do like it. It's pretty.
The beach. There, I've redeemed myself, you summer lovers.
The smell of chlorine and coppertone.
Sunrise, and sunset, equally.
Inspiring blog posts.
Books that stay with me, days after I've read them.
Wine.
Fire. I should say contained fire. Fireplace....firepit.....even the flame of a lit candle.
New pillows for my bed.
Down comforters.
A text from a best friend "I <3 U"
Singing out loud.
The dentist. aHA! gotcha. Well, I do have to say that I'm grateful for them. I don't enjoy them, but I'm glad they exist.
Football.
Gumption.
The color pink.
Spa days that include massages and pedicures.
Hoops and YoYo. (hallmark dot com people)
The sound of rain, and the smell it brings after.....especially in the Spring.
My new interest in international recipes. Pad Thai coming soon, to a Tiffanys near you.
Puppy faces. Have you seen "Boo" on Facebook? I melt.
Ice-cold beer.
Coffee of unlimited proportions.
Paris.
Autumn.
A locket dangling from a necklace.
People who give time to charities.
Halloween.
Pigtails and cowgirl boots. They go hand in hand.
Lip Gloss. Never leave home without it.
My sisters, who share my sense of humor.
Smiling.
Laughing so much my stomach hurts.
Butterflies.
Barbecue grills with charcoal in them, turning white from flame.
Movies.
Song lyrics.
Faith. Unshakeable, faith.
Poems.
Falling asleep in the sunshine.
Trips I can look forward to, months in advance.
Lopsided grins.
Bubble gum. I don't partake often, but I still like it.
Paintings.
Yoga.
Time.

I saved the best for last. It's the one thing we think we don't have enough of and sometimes we are correct. The knowledge of "only 24 hours in a day and we should sleep at least 8 of them", leaves us with the decision of what to do with the remaining 16 hours.

I hope I use them wisely.

I hope you do too.

See you friend,
Tiffany

PS I can make you a pancake with your initial in it for Breakfast. No really. I can.

With cabin fever comes clarity

2011-02-04T17:05:00.000-06:00

So I've learned a few things, being iced-in, working from home all week due to the inclement weather Dallas has had since Tuesday.

1: If you send a plea to the Weather Gods through your blog, they will answer. They will REALLY answer. Focus stage right.

2: When you absolutely have to get out of the house to stock up on necessities, wait until there is snow on top of ice, and go at 6:30a. It's the most peaceful existence in the world. The crunch of the snow beneath your feet and the sound of your breath are the only audible things that exist. Had a few childhood memories come back to me so quickly, with such vivid clarity, that I almost didn't want to go back inside. With firewood being a must in North Dallas this week, I am happy to report that I'm fully stocked.

3: I'm quite the chef when snowed in and my imagination wanders to all kinds of possibilities based on ingredients I have on hand. Like blueberries for example. And yes they are cookies. Delicious.

4: I'm spoiled. Did you just gasp? I did too at the admission. With "rolling blackouts" comes no electricity. I was reading a book by the fire going in the fireplace anyway, but all of a sudden I found ten reasons to need power. I sat there for a while, and then thought, what do I need it for right now. I'm warm, I can see what I'm reading, and I'm not hungry. Get over it.
I did, and it came back on within the hour. Of course this happened several times, but that's okay.

5: I'm a fire bug. Thank you Dad, for teaching me how to build one. After I stopped reading, I was sipping a glass of wine, staring into the flames leaping off the logs in my fireplace. Thinking.....always thinking. You can do quite a bit of mental organization this way. I imagined my life in folders, and began gently placing certain things in them. Some will be filed away for better use later. Some, will be tossed.

6: I love social media. Even though I was sitting in my apartment without these friends present, I was having so many conversations with various people during that time, because social media makes that possible. I knew what they were doing, drinking, eating, watching, and how they feel about ice storms. It was fun.

7: I absolutely love getting texts from friends that care about my living conditions enough to text me to make sure that I'm okay. Another thing I love about them is they make me laugh out loud with very few words.

8: Kittens are tiny furry beasts bent on destruction and mayhem.
Except when they're sleeping

9: After 3 days of being iced in, one can inch towards madness. I say this lightly, I'm fine. But only because I got out and walked today, in the winter wonderland. It's important to get exercise and fresh air every day.

10: The Superbowl is nigh. I actually didn't learn this while being iced-in. But it's a fact nonetheless. I have no idea what kind of weather Dallas will have on Sunday. But I have a feeling the weather gods decided to make the Steelers/Packers right at home by blowing arctic gusts over the Stadium in Arlington. May the best team win!

I hope wherever you are, you're safe and warm. And you have a lovely weekend.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS I bought fresh watermelon and canteloupe this morning. Oh Texas, how I love you for that. It's February after all. That's what's for breakfast at Tiffanys!

My plea to the weather Gods

2011-01-31T17:06:00.000-06:00

"Snowpocalypse!"
"Snowmageddon!"
"Catastrophic Winter Storn Headed Your Way!"
"Colossal storm for Midwest, Northeast"

All of these headlines/catch-phrases I'm seeing today really make me want to go build a snowman. Or make snowangels. Or build a fort.

So, this post is for you weather gods, are you listening?

I don't want anyone to be stranded in dangerous conditions. Or anyone to be hurt in any way due to weather-related traffic incidents. I just want you to very gently drop pretty snowflakes alllll over the Dallas-Ft.Worth area, mmkay? Drop them until we have enough to go sledding in it.

I'll pay homage to you, light candles, utilize the fabulous fireplace, I'll even build a snowgirl that looks just like me, and put a pink coat on her with pink accessories.

She.will.even.have.eyelashes.

I'll stop and get necessities with all of the other 80,000 people in my neighborhood, and go on home to be ready for the gift you're going to bestow on North Texas.

I'll see you soon!
Sincerely
Tiffany

PS And for breakfast tomorrow we'll make snow ice-cream!

Keeping the Faith

2011-01-25T23:55:00.000-06:00

In my attempts to keep the faith, I feel like I have to write out loud. Glancing at the Dallas skyline at sunset moves me to do so, see above.

It's been a long month, this January 2011. It's not like me to feel "not myself", at least not for long, or to not be able to organize my thoughts within a 30 minute timeframe.

I've been thinking lately about how much time really does fly by. The company I work for has been doing reduction in forces (RIF) for the last 6 years or so, becoming pretty aggressive over the last three years. I refuse to start worrying every time we get the announcement that yet another RIF is on the horizon. What is worry going to do for me? Absolutely nothing. It's a total waste of time, and that's a pet peeve of mine. I don't like wasting time and energy on things that don't deserve it. So, I, like my team members, wait. We keep working, pretty hard actually. But all the while, we wait. At some point this RIF will affect each one of us.

I'm sick of cancer coming into my family. There, I said it. I actually complained. I won't dwell, I've posted about this more than once. I just wanted to say it out loud one more time so cancer and I are clear. I don't LIKE YOU. And I want you to disappear forever. I want the powers-that-be to find a cure for you so you will evaporate into the abyss.

I still want to get rid of at least 30% more of my "things". I haven't had much time to organize, what I normally do in January, after the Christmas decorations are taken down and stored away for next year. My mom came for a very long visit, she leaves for Florida at the end of the month. I'm out of my routine at the moment, and that's okay. I know the time will come when she won't be able to drive halfway across the country to visit my sisters and I. I am relishing the time with her. But I have to admit that I need that routine back so I can get organized and do some down-sizing. I'm not crazy in that I will give all of my stuff away, I do need some of it obviously. But the extras that sit on a closet shelf that have no sentimental value? Yeah, they're going.

I don't like to wish time away, or live in the past either. But two things are on my mind of late. The trip I was fortunate enough to take, to Paris, in September of 2009. And the trip I'm looking forward to in October of 2011, an 8 day cruise through the Cayman Islands, etc. Oh Paris. I swear I can still smell you, and I will visit again one day. I really miss you.
I want to enjoy every.month.of.2011. I really do. But I have to be honest and admit that I'm longing for October just a little. Probably because we're having some chilly weather here, without snow so I'm not enjoying it as much as I would be, if there was a snowman right outside my bedroom window that I had just built. I don't mind winter or cold air, frost on the windows, etc. But I feel like I can't get warm lately! And that's WITH a fireplace. If I think about August, and that extreme Dallas heat that I don't care for, all of this whining goes away. I don't mean to whine. I just want some beautiful snow =)

So, I'm keeping the faith. I won't be affected by the RIF until I absolutely have to be. When that happens, I will find something that fits me so well I will have no choice but to jump aboard, and start a new work journey. Change is good, my reminder.
Cancer will have a cure one day. I'm leaving it at that.
My closet and apartment will be so organized by Valentines Day that I will be amazed.
Dallas WILL get snow before Winter 2011 ends.

And finally, I will be on my first cruise, with great friends, during my most favorite month of the year. October. Until then, 2011, I will lick your face I will enjoy you so much.

Try and stop me.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS This Saturday brings a waffle brunch at Tiffanys. You DO like waffles, don't you?

We don't have all of the answers, do we?

2011-01-17T21:57:00.000-06:00

When I hear several people saying "I refuse to go see that movie!" adamantly, I privately lean towards the conversation to see why they are so against whatever movie they're discussing. Sometimes I agree with their thought process, but I have to tell you, it's rare.
My mom will tell you I was born stubborn. I don't like to be told what to do, how to think, etc. Don't misunderstand, I minded my manners when I was growing up, and I followed the rules at school. Most of the time.
When a friend says to me, "you will hate this movie don't go see it", I have to know why. If it's really just based on their likes and dislikes, and it still sounds intriguing to me, I'm going to see the movie.

When I first heard about Eat, Pray, Love it was through a book recommendation from my sister. I really was listening, but at the time didn't make a concentrated effort to purchase the book. I seem to have this running list going in my head, "I want to do this, see that, go there, read this, buy that, hear this" etc. It's endless, and sometimes fills my head with so many thoughts I'm left with, "if I don't start writing this down it's not going to happen".

So I didn't buy the book. And still haven't, but, I will very soon. I will remain steadfast in my idea, that the book is always better, and should be read before the movie is viewed. But I stepped outside the box and watched the movie first this time.

I was with friends getting ready to watch the movie, and I remember thinking, "open your mind Tiffany". It seemed as though when the movie was released the reviews were mixed. There are actually quite a few people that refused to go see it. But I will say this, those that loved it really loved it. I just wanted to have my own opinion, so I cleared all thought, and pushed play.
My friend told me that the movie made them "want to make some big changes in their life". I've seen many movies that made me want to travel. This one was no exception. I'm not in an unhappy marriage, I'm not unhappy at all really. It's rare actually for me to be not content. Yes I'm the "count your blessings" type, I'm not unhappy to report that to you. But who wouldn't want to go to a different country, live like they do, eat like they do, and breathe in their culture? *I'm raising my hand*. I don't want to stay forever, I just want to go.

Okay, so.......a married woman realizes how unhappy her marriage really is, and that her life needs to go in a different direction. After a painful divorce, she takes off on a round-the-world journey to "find herself".

I think this happens quite often doesn't it? Um no. Unfortunately a lot of marriages do end in divorce. People find themselves unhappy in their marriage and they don't know what to do about it. Etc etc etc.
But not many people have the luxury of taking off on a spiritual journey to the likes of Italy, India and Bali. But let me tell you this: it.made.me.want.to.GO.

When Elizabeth Gilbert came to learn her lessons and understand herself, and forgive herself at the end, she summarized her thoughts as these, labeling them "The physics of the Quest":

If you're brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.

I wasn't sure if I would enjoy this movie, but I did.

We don't have all of the answers, do we? I don't think so. But I think most of us are on a quest to find them.

I think the real key is, the answers to which questions? Isn't the question more important than the answer?

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS I really think an Italian breakfast is in order soon. If we can't get to Italy just yet, my kitchen will have to suffice. How about Lemon and Basil Eggs over Foccacia? go here http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/lemon-and-basil-eggs-over-foccacia-recipe/index.html

Nine weeks really isn't that long when it comes to a lifetime

2011-01-11T00:29:00.004-06:00

"Nine weeks really isn't that long when it comes to a lifetime" -Serenity Bohon

I've already told you about Serenity, and the cancer battle she's fighting right now. But I have to write a little more. She probably doesn't know this, but she continues to teach me, every day, about what's important and what isn't.

I hear people at work complaining about mundane things. "I hate my hairstyle". "He doesn't like me". "I wasted all of this time and the sale I found didn't produce the 90% off that it promised". "Why can't I have a new PC?!!!"

I'm laughing at the last one, because I too, need a new work PC. I'm constantly saying out loud, "Fortune 500 company I work for, yet my PC is so two thousand and late". It sounds like a plane reving its engines when I turn it on.....but I digress.....

What's important? I've been asking myself this more and more lately. Does it matter if I'm wearing the right outfit? < No>. How about my hairstyle, does it matter? . Do I need to check out the After-Christmas-Sales because that that thing I don't need but must have is more than half off? . Do you care if my purse matches my outfit? I would say no, but maybe you do. I am now saying, that I don't care. None of these details matter in the grand scheme of things that we call life. Do they? Of course they don't.

What matters to me:
How you treat those that you love, and care about. Selecting goals, deciding to take action, and reaching them. How you pass the life test presented to you. Did you say Thank You when someone held the door for you? Did you listen when a best friend poured their heart out regarding a hurtful situation in their life? Did you do the right thing when you found yourself in a situation where what you did wouldn't be known to anyone but you? Do you have kids? Do they know you love them unconditionally? Are you patient? Do you show this patience with complete strangers that cut you off in traffic? When the sunset produces the most awesome tapestry you've ever seen, do you notice it?

I could go on for days. I think my bottom line is, does "this" really matter is being applied to my life daily now. We all encounter small irritations. Stuff that means nothing, really, in the long run. A coworker that irritates us to no end. A parking ticket we feel we don't deserve. An irritating, nosy, inlaw that will not stop with the endless questions about our day. A class we signed up for, tried to pass but failed, leaving us with a disappointed feeling. But does it matter? Maybe it does on a personal level, albeit a small one. I don't want to take away from the everyday "nothing is going right" feeling we all get at times. I hear ya, life sucks sometimes.

But have you ever signed up for 3 rounds of chemo in the hopes that once you finish, you will never have to consider the thought again?

I haven't and I hope I never have to. I say that I understand, to anyone that has to go through something like that, but do I? Not really. I know it's hard, but have I experienced it? No.

My thoughts are these:

Live in the moment. Breathe in the tiny things. Say yes instead of no. Be brave. Be proud of your accomplishments. Say "I love you" when you do, and mean it. Donate the "stuff" you don't need. If you like ice-cream, go get some.

In a waffle cone.

Just live out loud, is all I'm sayin, okay?
I'll see you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS I may be wearing a "fight-like-a-girl" t-shirt at breakfast. If you want one, let me know. I have connections. =)

Addendum: please visit http://www.fightlikeagirlcancershirts.com/ for the awesome design of this shirt, and other goodies. It's a great sight, filled with hope and well.....FIGHT.

"You just happened to stumble upon Nicholas Sparks while shopping?!"

2011-01-05T17:44:00.001-06:00

I've been receiving emails asking for me to share more of my everyday ME in here, so dear reader, I hear you, how about this?

I won't say this is my absolute favorite Christmas gift because that's not fair to all of my other lovely Christmas gifts and the people that gave me those lovely gifts. But I am here to tell you, this one made me scream. As in yell loudly while jumping up and down. A new vehicle in the driveway with a big red bow? No.
Plane tickets to Europe?
Sadly, no.

So, in September of 2010, I was talking to my sister on the phone. This would be the middle sister, previously mentioned a few times here and there throughout my postings. She's excitedly telling me that she has her Christmas shopping DONE for myself, my baby sister, and my Mom. "I don't like you" I said. I was kidding, but rather jealous that she was done and I hadn't even started thinking about it. I found it curious, as she usually never starts that early, nor would there be something she was dying over, that would be the same item for all 3 of us. Very curious indeed. But I'm not one to spoil Christmas by asking a ton of questions in the hopes of figuring out what in the world she purchased. I'm a very patient person. (Unless I need coffee)

Christmas morning dawns.....not at the crack of dawn mind you, we slept in. As I'm mixing my Mom's mimosa recipe (yes I will share) my cell phone rings, thus beginning the myriad of calls I knew I would have throughout the day. I love Christmas.

It's Melissa. "Don't open your gift before Mom opens hers. You HAVE to open them at the same time. Otherwise she will know what she's getting and you just have to do it this way, mmmkay?"
"Yes, I hear you" Now I'm REALLY excited!

So we sit down to begin the gift ceremony, clutching our pretty pink/orange mimosas. I'm not going to lie to you, there was no decorum on my part, I ripped that box open like the winning lottery ticket was inside. I saw the gift before my Mom did, so I patiently waited until she got her box open. She opened it v e r y s l o w l y......patience people. Patience.

When I saw that she could see it, we both yelled yay! at the same time and pulled the gift out of the box.
If you know me at all, you already know that Nicholas Sparks is one of my favorite authors. His latest book, Safe Haven, was what was inside the box and I was thrilled. As I'm pulling it out of the tissue paper, I notice that it has a yellow sticky note on the front. I glanced over at Moms to see if hers had one too, it did.
It read:
"Make sure you look inside on the first page!"

My thoughts immediately went to "I bet she had it signed!" , then, "how did she do that!?" So I slowly open the book, and I can already see his signature on the inside.

But here is where the REAL fun begins. I screamed, when these two things slid out of the book onto my lap:

After composing myself, I grabbed my cell phone and called her immediately. As she answered I was already yelling, "OMG WHERE DID THIS HAPPEN?!!!!"

She explained that she went shopping one day in Vero Beach, and there he was doing a book-signing in one of the bookstores. I was like, "you just happened to stumble upon Nicholas Sparks while shopping?!" This sort of thing never happens to me. The unfortunate part is that she forgot to get herself a signed copy.

So Nicholas, if you're listening, I plan on meeting you one day, so I can return the favor to Melissa. I promise I won't faint. Or paw at you. Or drool. Or stammer.

Okay I might stammer, but I promise it won't last long.

See you soon friends,
Tiffany

And now for the Mimosa Recipe:

2 cups of Cranberry Juice
2 cups of Orange Juice
Mix in a pitcher, place in fridge if not cold (it needs to be cold)
The Martini & Rossi (or whatever kind you choose) Asti Spumonte needs to be chilled as well.

In a glass, pour the juice mixture, filling half of the glass, then top the other half with Asti Spumonte.
It's such a pretty drink, and quite refreshing I must say. Holiday Breakfasts at Tiffanys always include this sparkling glass of awesome.

Chasing the beautiful

2011-01-01T18:47:00.000-06:00

I was getting ready, somewhat frantically, for a get-together at a friends house on New Years Eve. Somehow the day slipped by quickly and I realized I didn't have much time left before I said I would be there. Although a somewhat chilly day, it was still a pretty one. I noticed when I left that the Dallas sky wasn't going to disappoint me. Lately, we've been having some of the most gorgeous sunsets I've ever seen. Like sherbet ice-cream, or streaks of pink/orange paint. I really needed to stop at CVS before I moved on to the party, but once I got in the parking lot, I realized that painted sky was behind trees and I could no longer see it. I wanted to take a picture of it, but I couldn't from where I was parked. So, even though I was running late, I turned the car back on, backed out of the parking space, and drove towards the beautiful colors. I was trying my best to find a good spot where I could park, and then take a picture.

I don't know what it is about sunsets but when you are trying to do something like this, in a hurry, they seem to move faster. I needed it to slow down for just a second so I could get this picture!
Sadly, I couldnt find a good place to do so. I was finding myself getting further away from the street that I needed to be on to go to my friends house. I tried the high-school parking lot, thinking it was open enough, but the streaks of awesome were just beyond where I could capture them with a camera.

I sat there for a minute, kind of laughing at myself, and thinking, "are you nuts, you're gonna be late, let's GO!"
I also thought, "I think we all do this". At least I hope we do. We see something fabulous in front of us, it may be just beyond our grasp, but we gravitate towards it in the hopes that we will come face to face with it at some point. Even if the journey can be long, or we're "running out of time", we try like hell to get to it anyway.

It's okay if we don't always make it. It's in the "trying to get there" that can be really fun.

And the best news of all?

There's always next time.

See?

May 2011 be your best yet. Happy New Year my friend.

Tiffany

PS Chase the beautiful......it's worth it. Sunrise breakfast tomorrow? See you there.

Is it really better to give than to receive?

2010-12-21T23:59:00.001-06:00

Just a few nice words.....go a long way.

I decided that since I can't get all of my social media friends a gift this holiday season, I would leave them a comment on their facebook wall instead. I dubbed it "Drive-By Facebooking". I wasn't sure if it was a good idea then realize, uh hello, I'm pretty cool so why wouldn't this be a good idea? =)

I have a few friends in there. Once I started I realized, geez this could take a while. So I'm spacing it out over the course of the weekend. I haven't had time to write on everyone's wall yet. But the response so far? Exactly what I expected. People love to hear kind words written about them. Of course they do. Why wouldn't it make ones day to discover an unexpected, kind message in Facebook?

I've told friends before that kind words go a long way. I know it sounds cliche, but I don't care. If you take just a few minutes, seconds even, to say something nice to someone, it has the potential to totally change their day. Words are powerful, if you think otherwise you're kidding yourself. This of course can go both ways. Negative comments go just as far as positive comments. Those that know me well know which side I live on.

Here's the deal. None of us know what each other is going through. A total stranger might appear to be the happiest person on the planet, when, in reality, they are sad over some unfortunate circumstance in their life. If we begin to understand this, would it help at all to have us start to be kind? It's not like it's hard work. It just takes a few words. "You're awesome" "I love what you're wearing" "I think you do that amazingly well" "it's going to get better"....I can go on.

I'm going to continue with my quest until it's complete.

And I'm starting to think it makes me feel better than the recipient. Is it really better to give than to receive?

You decide.

I'll see you soon!
Tiffany

PS My mom is visiting. Translation: I have my own personal chef, everything in my apartment is in order, and I get to take her to all of my favorite Dallas places. It's pretty fabulous. Especially the awesome Breakfast venues. Breakfast at Tiffanys isn't always at Tiffanys. It's just.....wherever I happen to be.

The thing is, I don't need anything

2010-12-17T15:32:00.000-06:00

I was talking with a coworker (who also happens to be a friend) today about the holidays. This time of year....and what it means to different people. He told me that he really doesn't want to call himself a scrooge per se, but he doesn't fall into anything "traditional" very easily. His tradition is to break tradition and do his own thing. Nothing wrong with that.
This led to us discussing our childhood, what Christmas meant back then and what it has become for us now.

"When I was a kid, I didn't understand the 'Overhead' that comes with this time of year. I just knew that Santa came and brought me toys and everyone was happy and there was a ton of food around, including all kinds of sugary things, available for my grabbing. Now that I'm an adult, I see the 'Overhead' as if it's a flashing neon sign above the word December. And I don't care for it. All of the hustle and bustle, the expectations needing to be met, creating a schedule not unlike a hurried frenzy where you feel like you're going to drop dead after racing through stores on the weekend"

I understood exactly what he meant. I have a different view of the holidays than I did as a kid growing up. It's not a negative view necessarily, just a different one. I was lucky in that, I have a Mom, who I think handled telling me about who Santa really is in an eloquent way. She said Santa is the magic of Christmas. The wonderful, we can't see it but we know it's there, awesome feeling that adds sparkle to the idea of the holiday. Deep down I knew that she was gently telling me that Santa wasn't real in the physical form, but the idea of him would always be with me. She told the truth, but very gently, and kept it intriguing for me. I was nine years old, I believe, when I asked her about it.

We talked about what we like to call "foo foo" dinners that people host for the holidays, the clink of beautiful china, sparkling wine goblets, lit taper candles, everyone at the table dressed in their best.....this can be an awesome thing. We both said if our families do this sort of thing, we enjoy it and thank them. And mean it.

But what we would really like to do is have a table filled with hot wings and appetizers and buckets of cold beer, and wine, and have our friends/family over for game night. I have to tell you, that this is my favorite. I'm liking things to be simple more and more these days. I still love to decorate a gorgeous, twinkly Christmas tree. And then sit and look at the lights. This quiet time is a must. For me anyway.

What do I want for Christmas, besides the cure for cancer, and other yucky diseases, and excellent health and happiness for my family and friends, and love for those who are hurting, and paid off bills for those that are struggling.....?

I told my friend a glass of wine or cold beer would be fine. We laughed, but both felt the intended simpleness of the statement. The thing is, I don't need anything. Oh sure, I would love to have new things, maybe a new outfit, new furniture for my living room, a new mahogany desk for my room, a new stereo. I really should list the stereo first because mine needs replaced in a bad way, trust me.

I love December. The frosty air, snow if I'm lucky, the sound of bells in the stores, and people coming together to help donate things to those less fortunate. The holidays can be a hard time of year for some people. I can only hope that on Christmas Eve/Day, no matter where they are or what the circumstances are, that warmth that comes from happy, fills them up when they didn't think it would, pleasantly surprising them.

And they are at peace.

I hope you are enjoying this holiday season so far. We have seven shopping days left, can you believe that?

See you soon,
Tiffany

PS Yes Virginia......there really is

Peace

2010-12-08T17:50:00.001-06:00

Peace.....

I'm filled with it today. I've had a cold that's lingered longer than I wanted it to. Well okay I don't want it to visit at ALL but since it did, I wanted it to go away as soon as possible.
I'm feeling much better today, and with that brings just silliness. I woke up knowing that my coworkers were more than likely in for it, when I get in this mood one never knows what the day will bring at work. I love to laugh, when I can make someone else laugh, especially if they aren't in the greatest of moods, it makes my day. And since I know I can sing so well, I do that out loud for their enjoyment. *ahem*

My happies for the day so far:

My cousin, who is beating cancer again, got released from the hospital yesterday. I'm very much at peace with this, after the chemo rounds are finished, she can get back to her life as she knew it before, nothing short of fabulous.

We have a toy drive going on at work, so I got to meet the new and improved Mr.Potato Head this morning. Sounds lame doesn't it? It's NOT I tell you, he's awesome! But he got a lot bigger over the years. I had to tweet the handsome new Mr.Potato Head because he's so cute.
See?

I realized that my holiday social calendar is filling up rather quickly, so I had to do a quick check balance to make sure I wasn't over-extending, I'm not a fan of that. I've talked about down time being necessary before, but I find it especially necessary during the holidays. All this "hustle and bustle" as they call it, the mad rush, the frantic shopping and whatnot can take away from what this month is supposed to celebrate. Peace. But I will say, I'm very much looking forward to all of the upcoming events.

Realizing how long I've been friends with someone and then seeing a comment from them on my blog? yeah, that's pretty much the coolest thing ever.

I've decided that I'm going to start running. Since I don't consider myself a runner now, this may be a slow process at first. I really want to do the Jingle Bell run in Dallas this month, I don't know how far I would "run" and I hear that walking is fine too, that it's just fun to participate. I'll be checking into this more soon.

Knowing that my Christmas Tree is up, decorated, and waiting for me to get home and turn the lights on. I love sitting quietly and looking at it. I want to watch a Christmas movie tonight, not sure which one I will choose. Stay tuned.

Sharing my life with two of my favorite people on the planet in email most of the day today.....thoroughly enjoyable. We call it the Girls Club.

This is playing in the background as I wrap this post up.....I told you, I'm at peace today.

I hope your December is going well, and there will be a lot of celebration in it. But also a lot of, peace. Reflection. Get-togethers. Family. Love. Wine. (hey it's Wine Wednesday, it has to be mentioned). And wishes coming true.

Thank you for visiting my online home, I care about you.
Tiffany

PS What do you have for breakfast Christmas morning? My mom is coming to Dallas this year for the holidays. It's going to be a great ending to 2010.

Keep the aloe handy, just in case

2010-12-02T20:41:00.001-06:00

I have this faded scar on my left hand about a half inch below my knuckle. When I glanced at it earlier today I realized that when this incident occurred, I thought "This is never going to go away" and I wasn't happy. It's not very big, but I still didn't like the thought of being scarred for life. If I didn't tell you it was there you probably wouldn't even notice it now.
I was taking cornish hens out of the oven on New Years Day, 2010. Instead of using an oven mit on my left hand I grabbed a hot pad instead. I accidentally grazed the top of the oven as I was pulling out the heavy pan they were baking in. It hurt like hell, but I immediately put aloe on it, hoping for the best, and that my fridge had a cold beer in it for medicinal purposes. It didn't sadly, but I had a glass of wine. (It's a miracle drink you know).

I'm pretty sure the fading that it has done over the months following, all the way to this last month of the year, has finished its course. Leaving me with an "I can barely see it" reminder of what I was doing on New Years Day.

I think that as we go through life there are often scars left that we can't see. There is the physical kind, like the one on my hand. But there are emotional kinds as well. Every situation we encounter can be a lesson, if we're paying attention. I've been taught by decisions, ones I have made and decisions made by others. I've been taught by people in general. Maybe living vicariously through them, for an example. The lesson learned may be an easy one, or one that was difficult, but either way I still learned.

My scar healed, and reminds me once in a while, oh yeah, I forgot to use an oven mit that one time. Have I made that same choice since then? I have not. I use one every time now.

If you are hurting over something, let it start to heal now. Yes, you may end up with a scar. But.....you learned something didn't you?

Keep the aloe handy, just in case. Literally, it can save your skin. Figuratively, it may come in the form of a good friend who listens well. Or a parent. Maybe even your pet. Hey, they listen and love you unconditionally! A sibling.....a spouse.....the list goes on.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Starbucks is doing a "12 Days of Sharing" promotion during this month of "giving". If you have text capability you can text 12DAYS to 29943 to see what the deal is for each day. Want to meet for coffee tomorrow at my place of nirvana? =)

I don't know what cancer feels like

2010-11-28T22:59:00.004-06:00

I'm writing, coming from a very long drive back to Dallas from home. A friend that also lives in Dallas, commented to me, "be careful driving back, I won't call it home per se". She is from Missouri too, and I understood what she meant. Missouri is where most of my family is, save a few that are scattered on the west and east coasts. But when I walked through the front door, and turned my Christmas wreath lights on, and the tree(s), and smelled the smells of where I live, I thought, but......this is my home. I fought that idea for the first two years after I moved to Dallas.
I don't think I'm doing that anymore.
My home is where I am. Where I live, work, play. I miss my family, especially around the holidays. But I'm lucky. I get to go home often, and they get to visit me here too. There are men and women serving in the armed forces that won't get to be with their families for the 2010 Holiday Season. That is just one example of why I feel lucky. I've never really been one to do the "woe is me" thing. Things may not be going exactly how I want them to be, at times. But, I constantly do the small reminder check list. I'm healthy, my job is decent, I like where I live, I have a multitude of friends, etc. The list can go on forever, I just check it every once in a while, adding things to it. I think that's why I usually cringe inwardly when I overhear someone complaining about something small, that in the big picture, really isn't the tragedy they make it out to be.

My cousin Serenity has cancer. Again. I haven't heard her complain one time since she found out this terrible news. If anyone has the right to scream, complain, throw themselves to the floor.....it's her.
But she wrote a lovely blog post instead. Telling us, her avid readers, "How It Feels" http://www.serenitybohon.com/2010/11/how-it-feels.html

I loved it. After spending Thanksgiving Day with her, on the drive from one small town to another (the "other" being my early childhood hometown) I was looking at the gorgeous sunset, listening to music, and thinking, Seren wrote what she felt about how "it feels". Then I thought, but it's also not how "it looks" either. I don't know what cancer feels like. I hope I never have to know. I hate that she does. But I think cancer is ugly. It should dwell in ugly, because I don't like it, not in the slightest. It should be drab with no personality. It should have no talent, no voice, no artistic advantage over the rest of us.

So what is it doing in her?

It's trespassing on her property. Where she lives, works, and plays. Her home. Cancer has NO place in the beautiful face you see above.

I want it to be evicted immediately. Served papers, and then shown off the property.

That is my Christmas wish for 2010, in case you're taking notes Santa.

Would you please keep Serenity in your thoughts tomorrow, and the next day, and all week? (Surgery, immediately followed with intense Chemotherapy) This is one solicitation that I don't mind doing. I'm sure you understand.
Thank you friend,
Tiffany

PS We have to meet somewhere for breakfast tomorrow, this house has not one morsel of food in it. Oh.... except coffee. And tea. These are food groups, yes?

The grid needs one less traveler, if only for a while.....

2010-11-15T11:33:00.000-06:00

"She's taking a BREAK, she NEEDS a BREAK!" -Johnny Castle a la Dirty Dancing

I think going off the grid for a bit is needed at times, don't you?

Vacations can bring a fabulous going off the grid feeling. The tide rolling in on the shore, me sitting in the sand and drinking it in. Seeing the lights come on at dusk on the Eiffel Tower. Cruising over ocean waters headed to island destinations....2011 I hear you! And I'll be there.
Family visits in my hometown, an absolute favorite way for me to take a break. I'm very excited for Thanksgiving 2010 and the promises it has been whispering to me for weeks now. My sisters and I in the same room, my happiest of happy places.

I was thinking about when I gave up Facebook for lent this year (told you I could do it) and the social media break that provided. To be honest I did that mostly because I was told I couldn't. My ears don't hear that phrase very well. Combine that with stubborness, and well.....there you have it. *Please note I did not give up twitter, my most favorite social media haven. Those people are just awesome, plain and simple. My Facebook family is awesome too.

But I think the grid needs one less traveler, if only for a while. When I leave for my visit home, I'll be taking my journal with me as usual. With my family I know there will be so many funny stories to write down I will more than likely wear out my pen. I'll definitely be scheduling an interview with my brave cousin who has had the unfortunate luck of cancer trespassing once again in her life. Am I doing this because of cancer? No. I've wanted to do this for a while anyway, she's a fascinating person, and soon to be published author. You hear me New York? Get on it.

I've got some little people I want to interview too. Nieces who light up the room just by being in it. A nephew that speaks to me over the phone using 30 yr old intellect, who is, in reality, only 9 yrs old....

I won't be gone long. But I want to say this to you regarding our upcoming holiday.

I am thankful, for the things I have been given. So I want to wish you, a very Happy Thanksgiven.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Let's have breakfast at Cafe Brazil soon. To.die.for.

Top Ten Favorites on a Friday

2010-11-12T13:13:00.002-06:00

These are a few of my favorite things

1. Loooooong weekends, wherein my Friday was a Thursday, and my Monday won't be a Monday.

2. The promise of seeing my very large family in a week or so. Nothing makes me smile more than knowing this.

3. Impending visits from friends from home. (Missouri)

4. Thunderstorms. I woke up to one this morning, one of my all time favs.

5. Random text messages that make me laugh out loud, to the point of almost spitting coffee. (I didn't, thank God, so my dignity is intact. So far anyway)

6. The thought that in the fall of 2011 I will be cruising through the Cayman Islands.

7. Weddings. Because they celebrate love and new beginnings.

8. Cancer research. We will win this battle one day.

9. Starbucks Red Cups are out. <-----I love this.

10. The Beatles, singing how I feel...."give me love, give me love, give me...peace on earth"

I hope you have an amazing weekend friend. I think the breakfasts are going to be mostly protein around here, I'm on a mission! Join me....

See you soon,
Tiffany

Say Cheese!

2010-11-06T17:45:00.000-05:00

My poor little sister thinks she is the forgotten child because, being the last born, there aren't as many baby pictures of her as there are of me, and my middle sister. I've heard parents say that this happens often. With the first child one ends up with two thousand pictures in the first three months. Oh I exaggerate, but you understand what I am saying.
She asked my mom, and my other sister to look through our pictures to see if we have any of her under the age of three. Naturally I immediately thought, well surely Mom has some.
But this made me start digging through my mountains of pictures anyway, as I would do anything for my sister(s).
As I began the trek down memory lane I found myself laughing (hysterically at some points) at some of the pictures I had totally forgotten about.

Now that I've spent a major amount of time sifting through my life in photos, I'm left with these thoughts:

1: Please wait until all eyes are on you before clicking the button on the camera. It makes no sense to have a picture of four people looking so far away from you they can see Europe.

2: Why in the H didn't I leave my hair alone?

3: Who told me I looked fantastic in that outifit? WHO? I hold them responsible.

4: Date your pictures immediately. Include the names of the people in the picture. Or it will haunt you, trying to remember that cute kids name that pulled your pigtails in the third grade.

5: It's not attractive to have your picture taken while you are consuming food.

6: You are judged by the company you keep. It is then sealed forever in a photo if your friends love capturing the moment. Choose wisely people.

7: My family is huge, and we're all crazy. (I'm laughing as I type this because I love them all something fierce, you know I'm kidding fam) ahem *cough* kind of.

8: Don't cross your eyes when someone is taking your picture. Just don't.

9: Don't let your small children get their hands on the camera <----------it was me, and every picture is blurry.

10: Make sure the camera is turned off before you walk away, otherwise you will have many pictures of the floor and walls.

11: Open,your.eyes. when someone is taking a picture of you <------I'm talking to myself here.

12: For the girls, regarding makeup: less is more.

13: Please don't make the subject of your picture say cheese. Or anything else. Just let them naturally smile. (I'm half kidding here, people usually make me laugh every single time they take my picture. But um, that explains half of these expressions I'm seeing in the photos, just sayin)

14: Snow falling after it's dark really doesn't photograph well. You won't need the twenty shots you just took.

That about sums up part of my morning today. Now go get your photo albums out and take a look.

I see you nodding, you agree with me on some of these don't you?

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS I think tomorrow we shall have something banana-y for breakfast. Mmkay? But NO pictures while we are eating.

May He Live In Peace-In Review "Charlie St. Cloud"

2010-11-04T21:46:00.000-05:00

I tried pretty hard to stay away from all of the fanfare about the movie based on the book "Charlie St. Cloud" . I was intrigued by what little that I had read about the story, and if you agree with me, we all know that the movie is rarely as good as the book. In fact, at times, the movie just butchers the story, leaving little shreds of what was actually put from pen to page.

I succeeded, I still haven't seen the movie and I'm not sure that I want to. I couldn't put this book down. I kept thinking, there is no way that movie is going to capture what I received from the story. I may be wrong, and who knows, if a friend says, "hey lets watch this", I'll probably cave.

I read this line, "Splotches of phosphorus streaked the sky in a stormy fireworks show" (pg 55) and thought, I love reading books that include phrases like these. It's a simple one, but still.

As I've done with every review I've written, I'm not going to give away the entire content of this story, and definitely not the ending. If I do that, you may not read it. And I want you to read it.

When I got to the meat of the story, it made me think about the afterlife. What really does happen when we die? Is there really an 'in-between' world where we can exist, and then decide when we're ready to cross all of the way over?

Charlie made a promise to his little brother, Sam. "Promise you won't leave me" Sam says to him. I learned quickly that Charlie is the type of person who doesn't break promises. But here's the thing; Sam is no longer amongst the living. Told in an amazing way, the story leads you to understand that there is something unbelievable happening. The two brothers have found a way to spend time with each other, every evening at dusk. In order for this to happen, though, Charlie has to be there at dusk, every day. Otherwise Sam may "disappear" forever.

I totally understood Charlies decision. But then he meets Tess, a captivating woman training for a solo sailing trip around the world. Then, it's as if he slowly begins to realize, "have I really chosen to live?" (come on, you didn't think there wouldn't be a girl did you?)

When I read interesting stories like these, that have no bearing on my life story in any way, I still find a way to make them plausible for me. No, I can't see "ghosts", I don't really believe in them and don't need the universe to change my mind. Would I like to see loved one's that I've lost, to have a conversation and be around them? Well I think the answer is, of course I would. But there will be a time and place for that, at least I think so.

But right now I'm living. Trying to live life out loud anyway. Not be so afraid of things, relationships, getting hurt, all of that nonsense. It's very easy to not let myself get too close to someone. But, just like Charlie, I, at times, ask myself, "have I really chosen to live?" So what if I get hurt. It's not a perfect world, this I know. But I can make my world as perfect for me as possible, by just being myself.

There was a tug and pull all the way throughout this story, reading about Charlie wrestling with the two worlds.

Find out what he decides, get the book. I recommend it.

See you soon,
Tiffany

PS Tess named her boat "Querencia", a Spanish word that is hard to translate but basically it applies to where one feels safe. Wouldn't it be cool to have breakfast on a boat like that, sailing across ocean waters?

Why not shoot for the moon?

2010-10-26T21:14:00.000-05:00

This won't be a post where I discuss one of my favorite authors, Nicholas Sparks. I can do that at some point, but not today. We'll save that for later.
When I viewed my blog today, which is the quickest way to see if any of my "favorites" posted, I saw one of my quotes pop up on the bottom right side of the window. Not quotes by me, but quotes by others, that I've selected through GoodReads. I added the widget to my blog when I found out that the quote changes every time the page is refreshed.

"Nothing that’s worthwhile is ever easy. Remember that."— Nicholas Sparks

Of course I agree with him. But I am going to say partially. Ever easy? That seems locked down to me. I think there are times that we can make things harder than they have to be.

Are you an over-thinker like I can be at times? It depends on the subject. One of the main things I am constantly aware of is the feeling that I've offended someone. Not a fan, not in the slightest. I've been told to "relax" and "stop thinking so much" before. Well, I hear you friends, but I really do care about this.

Related to work, if someone is given a project to do, I've heard team members involved state this phrase on the conference calls, "let's not re-invent the wheel here okay?" An example of making things harder than they have to be in the office.

I like to pretend that I've lived in Dallas long enough to know my way around to just about anywhere within a 50 mile radius. But that's not always the case. I've taken the long way a few times, only to realize once I reach my destination that there was a much shorter, easier way, to get there. Live and learn as they say. Just an example of me, making the journey harder than it had to be. (I enjoyed the ride though)

I think what Nicholas is meaning, is this: "If it's something worthwhile, you're going to have to work really hard at it". I agree with him. It's hard for me to understand when someone doesn't give something they claim to really want, a hundred percent of themselves.

If it's important to me, I'm going to fold myself in the middle of it, and roll it all around me so I am the center. Then, I'm going to work my butt off to get it done. I feel better working this way, if I give it my best shot I know that I left nothing that could possibly unravel.

I believe there are people that are afraid to raise the bar too high. As if failure is inevitable before they begin. I've been in this place at times. I'm just slowly realizing that I don't care for it. Why not shoot for the moon? Why not.

This can be applied to relationships, work, even play. To my male friend who thinks he's not good enough for her. Ask her out anyway, you're going to surprise yourself. To my coworker who says, "I'm not smart enough to take this on!". Yes.You.Are. To a best friend who wants to play softball but says, "but I'm so not an athlete". So what! Get that glove on your hand and get out on that field, you enjoy playing.

Steadily raising the bar......I am.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS I'm really into egg white omelets right now. If you want to try one, I'll make it for you. If that sounds like "not-so-much" to you, there's always pancakes. <--------see how easy that was?

In which, I get a root canal on a Friday

2010-10-15T18:57:00.000-05:00

I don't know what possesses me sometimes. Yes I know, it's that time of year. Haunted spirits, ghostly apparitions, eerie music.....That's not what I mean though. I don't know what I was thinking when I scheduled a root canal on a Friday before noon.

Dentist: so hey when do you want to do this?
Me, clearly under the influence: HEY! HOW ABOUT NEXT FRIDAY, YAY!
?
Maybe I was looking for an excuse to stay home and do nothing on a Friday.

Dear Tiffany, you don't need an excuse. If you want to stay home on a Friday, do it. Don't be so dramatic.

The usual dread didn't overcome me until, oh about 10:30a when I needed to get ready to go. You know this feeling, right?
The common sense side tells you, "you won't feel a thing, be a good girl and get in there and take care of your teeth".
The panic, don't-make-me-go side tells you, "oh my God he's going to climb inside my mouth and wreak havoc on every root and nerve I have and I'm going to DIE.FROM.THE.PAIN!!!!!"

Don't be ridiculous I said to the latter. I won't feel it. I have a high threshold for pain anyway. Bring it, I can take anything you dish out! Suddenly I hear the theme to Rocky playing and I opt to wear work-out attire, rather than jeans, a t-shirt, and flip flops (my standard uniform when working from home).

Like everyone else probably does, I brushed my teeth twice as long before I left, flossed, rinsed several times with that refreshing mouthwash he gave me on the last visit, and.....off I go. Armed with coffee (so much for refreshing breath) my phone, purse, keys, sunglasses, and an attitude that spoke volumes about how this wasn't going to bother me in the slightest.

Why, on days where you're not headed towards the most fun thing in the world, is the weather just beautiful? Coincidence I suppose. But seriously, today was gorgeous. Bright sunshine, perfect temperature, low humidity, not a cloud in the sky.

I'm going to an endodontist for this adventure, one I've never seen before. After I turn around twice, I finally find the office, conveniently nestled in between an insurance office and a funeral home. Trying not to notice the irony, I go in and before I can say a word the receptionist says, "Are you Tiffany?" I was thinking oh hell am I late? Have you been watching out the window for me to get here because I'm holding up patients?
Me: "yes"

"GREAT! Just sign in right here for me please. I'll need your drivers license, insurance card, and I'll just give you this now so you can start filling out the 8-pages of information we'll need".
She gave me a laptop people. Look how far we've come. Gone are the days of clip-boards with a chewed off pen attached to string so you won't steal it. Now they hand you a $400 device that will make your life so much easier.
I fill out the paperwork, sign the last page like I'm in kindergarten writing with crayons (every time I sign something electronically, the signature looks like I'm on medication but ran out of it 3 days ago). With a sense of accompolishment I take the laptop back to her. She said , "GREAT!" (very cheery people for those that are about to send me to a dungeon where they pull my roots out from under my teeth with wire instruments).

"Okay now we'll need to get your picture".
?
Me, to myself: "Am I in the right building? is this the CIA? are they going to ask me for fingerprints? what the H?"
I smile at a box so tiny I don't see how it can capture even one tooth much less my whole face. She then cheerily tells me that "Amanda" will be in to get me soon. I turn to sit down, but before I can, "Tiffany?"
Good grief people, can I have a moment to collect my thoughts here? Sheesh.
I smile at her, "right this way" she says. Oh God, now my turn has come. It's the moment of reckoning, the one where you think about every transgression you've ever participated in since the 5th grade.
She is a REALLY happy person. I also wonder about her degree because she looks to be about twelve years old and should be wearing Mouse ears......"M....I....C....see ya real soon!"

She has me put my purse in the corner, and lay back in the chair. Then she lays the v e r y h e a v y blanket over me that protects you when they do x-rays. The contraption she has me bite down on, in awkward positions in my mouth, can only be compared to a wire jigsaw puzzle. But this is the easy part so I'm almost asleep I'm so relaxed. The dentist takes your blood pressure now, so we do that. I'm "surprisingly normal" she says. I said "well, I normally don't have high blood pressure". She said, "yes but people are nervous when they come in so we expect high readings".

No sooner than we were done with all of this "easy" stuff then here he comes, the tooth adonis himself. See what I did there? Keep reading. Okay yes, I'm going to say, the man was very handsome. But he's about to put a chainsaw in my mouth so I don't care how cute he is. He shakes my hand, I notice he smiles with his eyes. Love that.
He wastes no time in getting right down to it. Looks over the x-ray, tells me that the tooth he will be working on is this one <-----------he points. And while he's working I will feel nothing. If that is not the case, I am to tell him so, and he will make it so I don't. I am now noticing the most awesome accent I've ever heard but I can't put my finger on it. He asks me to lay back, the chair is now leaning waaaaay back. Amanda puts clear glasses on me so I don't get any "liquid" in my eyes.
He says, I'm glad they're clear, you can still see her blue eyes through them.
sigh. "You're going to hurt me aren't you. You're now flirting because you know I'm about to be writhing in pain at your hands" I didn't say it, was just thinking it.
He asks me to close my eyes before I can see his hands, smart move Mr. Endodontist, you don't want me to see the needle the size of Brooklyn do you. He places the numbing Q-tip in there for a minute, then explains that he wants me to breathe and it may be a bit uncomfortable for a minute but he wants to get me very numb. Several shots later, I can already feel the side of my mouth tingling then fading to nothing. He asks, "comfortably numb?" I started laughing, with MY MOUTH OPEN (not attractive) and he said, oh are you a Pink Floyd fan too?
I love him.

He taps my cheek gently and asks if I can feel it, I can't thank God.
They begin their descent underneath my temporary crown. As he begins he says "so you're probably trying to figure out where I'm from huh"

Why. Why do dentists do this. I can't have a conversation when my mouth is clamped open and is dry because the sunction artist has the hose hovering over my tonsils.

I kind of shrug a little, like, "maybe". Confession, I wasn't. I did wonder about the accent, but my current concern is when the first nerve was going to stand up and say, get out of here before I kill you.
He went on to say, "well I'm not going to tell you. I want to see if you can figure it out. I will give you one hint, I don't speak Spanish and I am not from Spain or Mexico".

So I have an assignment now? Will there be a test at the end? Can I just concentrate on breathing through this?

He continues on, telling me how great it's going and asking me if I'm okay. I truly did not feel anything but slight pressure through out this entire procedure. It took about 25 minutes total if I'm calculating right.
When he was done, he said that he wanted me to sit there for a few minutes and take some Advil (that they provided). He then explained that medication wouldn't be necessary after, as in, no antibiotics, and no pain meds.
My heart sank. You mean to tell me, that when this "comfortably numb" wears off, all I have to take the edge off of this gum/root massacre is ADVIL?
But I want the good stuff. I immediately go into a slight pout that I was hoping went unnoticed. He laughed and asked if I got my way with that often. aHA!
He said, listen. I'm not a fan of pain medication unless it's absolutely necessary. I want you to try ibuprofen or advil and let me know if it's too bad for you to handle. I will call something in.
Fine!
He shook my hand again and said "you did great today". "If you need anything at all please give me a call".

Right as he was leaving I said, "Greece".

He turned around, stunned, and said, "no one ever gets it right!"
=)

Well I am here to tell you, it didn't get me pain medication, and I definitely felt like I needed it when the numbness wore off. But I took more ibuprofen and am happy to report that all is well in the land of Tiffany.

But would you mind picking me up for Breakfast tomorrow? It's still Breakfast at Tiffany's if I'm with you, and I don't think I'll feel like cooking.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Floss. After every meal. And see your dentist every 6 months for your routine cleaning/check up.
Okay?

Refresh

2010-10-08T19:54:00.000-05:00

I just commented on a favorite blog of mine, http://www.serenitybohon.com/ (please visit, she's a breath of fresh air), discussing the "refresh" button at the top right of my browser window.
I clicked the button, and there was a new post for me to read on Serenitys blog. YAY doesn't encompass how I feel about that. Or her for that matter. My family received a real gem when she married into it, let me just tell you.

I like the word refresh.

It's been a long week as far as work goes. Add some new rather excruciating workouts in the mix, and me breaking a rule and going to a movie on a "school" night, and.....well, I'm rather tired. I couldn't say no to the invitation, we saw Case 39. But I'll review that in a future post.

I've often thought of Fridays five o'clock hour as, exhale. Hello weekend. As I drove home today in the bright, fall sunshine, I left my windows all the way down and drove like I was in a convertible. It felt like it to me anyway. My hair was all over the place, but I didn't care. Flipped the radio on, of course nothing good was playing. Switched to the CD in the player and sang along with John Lennon. "you may say, I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one......" (may you R.I.P. John, you would have been 70 yrs old today)

As I got closer to home, I felt the need for total down time. Yes I have laundry going, and "smells good" things cooking, and probably a movie in the near future. But for me, this is down time. It's been a while since I've stayed home on a Friday night. Quite frankly, I think I should continue this trend. Saturday has all kinds of possibilities if one wakes up,

"Refreshed"

I'm looking forward to sunrise, I hope I don't sleep through it.

I hope you're having an awesome Friday. And the weekend brings a wish or three.

See you friend,
Tiffany

PS #Mizzou you can stay undefeated, let me see it. KC Chiefs, so can you. LET ME SEE IT. I'll make you breakfast, I swear!

Top Ten on a Saturday

2010-10-02T11:00:00.000-05:00

I woke up wearing pigtails, giggling. I have no idea what I was dreaming about but whatever it was, made me smile so lets assume I was walking the streets of Paris or some such fabulous adventure.

My top ten favorites of the week:

1. This GORGEOUS early fall weather. Dallas, I forgive you for the triple digits. You make up for it so well in October, nicely played.

2. #Mizzou bye weeks, #Chiefs bye weeks. I know right? Sounds weird. But I want my favorite teams to get some rest. And this allows me to wear my longhorns shirt, HOOK'em!!

3. Nieces in shining pink football jerseys who are named after me, and are adorable.

4. Haikus. I've somehow developed a love for these 5 syllable, 7 syllable, 5 syllable little stories. I'm in awe of people that can write one in 60 seconds, it's amazing.

5. Forgiveness and reconnecting with old friends.

6. Have I mentioned October yet? My favorite month of the year, and with it brings Halloween, my favorite holiday. I love Thanksgiving and Christmas too, but Halloween kicks it off at the end of my favorite month, and during my favorite season, fall.

7. Random text messages that make me laugh out loud.

8. Quiet Saturday mornings with the windows open, a great day stretched out in front of me....

9. Friends making plans for a cruise next year, and including me.....

10. Coffee. In large quantities.

I hope you have an awesome weekend my friend. Breakfast? I'll see you there.....
Tiffany

Do people come to you for advice?

2010-09-25T21:41:00.003-05:00

I love to read. It's part of my daily routine. Sometimes I read in the morning, this usually happens only on the weekends. Through the week I read before I go to sleep. I've been reading more today because I woke up to pouring rain splattering against the windows. I so love these kinds of days. I stay quiet, and don't necessarily reach for a book right away. What better time to gather your thoughts than in the morning when it's silent, except for nature having a party outside your bedroom window?

But this morning I was reading a quote someone sent me, along with the question, "what do you think about this?"

"Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.” Erica Jong (American writer and feminist, 1942)

The first thing I did before I pondered the quote was research who said it. From info I found online, I loved that the person who asked me what I thought about the quote was a guy. (A few of the male friends I have aren't into feminism, just sayin)

"Erica Jong-novelist, poet, and essayist-has consistently used her craft to help provide women with a powerful and rational voice in forging a feminist consciousness. She has published twenty books, including eight novels, six volumes of poetry,six books of non-fiction and numerous articles in magazines and newspapers such as the New York Times, the Sunday Times of London, Vogue, and the New York Times Book Review" (review taken from http://www.ericajong.com/abouterica.htm)

"Impressive" I mused to myself. At least I'm impressed. I like poetry, love reading books and short essays, articles...... and have to admit I don't mind a feminist opinion expressed with gumption. I'm not a soap box type of person, but I admire those that speak their minds, and aren't afraid to do so.

What do I think about the quote.....I pondered while laying there listening to the rain. There is probably some truth to it. I am sure that I've formed an idea of what I want to do, before I've asked someone for advice. Even if the idea was small, and undecided. I think we reach out to others for advice to see if they provide a perspective we haven't thought of.
I do agree that there are those that ask for advice because they're looking for one person to tell them an alternate version of reality, regarding the situation.

I have to say though, that sometimes we really don't know the answer. We seek others opinions because we don't know which way to turn. I've often wondered if I offer the wrong advice to someone, and it doesn't turn out well for them when they follow it, how will that make me feel in the end? With that thought in mind, instead of saying, "Do this", I say, "Let's look at all sides of the issue first".

Do people come to you for advice? I think it's a compliment in a way. Your opinion is valuable to them, and they trust your instincts. I'm grateful for anyone that comes to me with, "hey, what do YOU think?"

Here is my advice for this weekend:
Embrace everything great, let go of everything negative. Then hug those you love, and tell them that you do. That they're important in your life.

I think Monday will come with a smile.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

P.S. I had brunch with friends this morning, I found that their company is what made the food so tasty. But the homemade bread? to.die.for. =)

Who really inspires me is the friend that pushes me to be better....

2010-09-14T14:11:00.006-05:00

You know what inspires me?

Art. Looking at beautiful paintings, portraits, photographs, chalk drawings, sand art (while walking a beach).

Music. It can totally change the mood of my day. I rely on it much like an old friend, because that's how I perceive it.

Random Acts of Kindness. Even if they're not random. Just acts of kindness period. Especially when done with no expectation of a return.

The weather. Autumn breezes....Winter snow. Icicles melting from awnings as Winter fades and Spring peeks around the corner, bringing rain that flows a clean scent through my open windows. A Summer sun making the surface of a pool glitter like diamonds.

Nature. If you ask me if I'm a bird watcher my first inclination is to reply with "no". Because who has time? But I do have time. And I do watch them when I can. Butterflies mesmerize me. Sometimes this nature watching is on t.v. but that's is SO not a replacement for being out in it. But to see an Elephant pounding through the jungle, trumpeting loudly, I either have to go on African Safari or turn the t.v. on. I guess I could go to the zoo. Hmmm.

A tide rolling in from the shore. I think this is nature and weather combined.

Quotes. Ah the written word. I love it.

"I am the greatest, I said that even before I knew I was" Muhammad Ali

Books. The Noticer.....The Last Lecture....Tuesdays With Morrie.....do you have a few hours while I compile my list?

Movies. Quotes falls within this one. Movies like Nightmare on Elm Street? Not so much. I love scary movies, but they don't inspire me. But those like The Kite Runner, or Ray....The Soloist....Into the Wild, do. I'm leaving about four hundred out......

You know who inspires me?

The person who fights cancer, HARD, and wins.
Someone brave enough to take leaps of faith to make positive changes in their lives, for a brighter future.
The student putting themselves through school with no help.
The parent who lost a spouse that has to continue with life, raising kids and making sure love is always present.
The parent of a handicapped child.
A person who is comfortable in their own skin, and it shows with ease.
The person who puts their hand up and says NO.MORE. to the abusive relationship they're in.

Audrey Hepburn was an actress, but also a UN Goodwill Ambassador. I've always liked her. That is inspiration on a large scale, but it doesn't always have to be. It can come from family and friends who do small things as well. If a neighbor has surgery and needs their lawn cared for while they're recuperating, the person who steps up to help without being asked .....yeah, that person inspires me too.

Who really inspires me is the friend that pushes me to be better.

That's the friend I'm going to have breakfast with this week. Is it you?
See you soon,
Tiffany

We remember......9/11

2010-09-11T10:49:00.004-05:00

"We saw the worst of our enemies and the best of our nation. America was attacked, but the deepest belief of our democracy was vindicated, that our greatness and strength is found in the character of our citizens." -Laura Bush

"We will not hunker down behind walls of mistrust and suspicion, instead, the nation will resist those who sought to divide and demoralize us. We will stay true to our traditions at home, as a diverse and tolerant nation. We will not give in to their hatred" -President Barack Obama

From New York

NEW YORK — A day of mourning for nearly 3,000 Sept. 11 victims began with moments of silence and tears near ground zero, as observers braced for protests over a mosque planned blocks away on what is usually an anniversary free of politics.

From Ground Zero:
"Let today never, ever be a national holiday. Let it not be a celebration," said Karen Carroll, who lost her brother, firefighter Thomas Kuveikis. "It's a day to be somber; it's a day to reflect on all those thousands of people that died for us in the United States."

Twitter feed:

@heykolls "I'm not a crier and am rarely serious. But 9/11 changes that every year"
@savageink "Peace."
@maybarakat "9 years ago our entire world changed.Still no words to describe the loss.Gone but never forgotten.We think of you everyday.#neverforget 9-11"
@ItsThingsInLife "#neverforget any of us could have been them 9 years ago.R.I.P.#neverforget to get up every 9/11 thanking god you're alive and have a family"
@TheGaGa "2,993 confirmed victims. The youngest was 2 years old - The oldest 85. 3,251 children lost a Parent. September 11th 2001 - #NeverForget"
@wittyclevername "Remembering all of those we lost 9 yrs ago, and the brave men who have fougt to keep us safe. Thank you #neverforget"
@MarnieNichole "Where we once were divided, now we stand united. We stand as one, Undivided. #neverforget"
@chriscturner "Enjoy your football today, but never forget the importance of this day. #neverforget"

Facebook:

"Michelle Obama and Laura Bush together.........very nice"
"Much love for those who put their lives on the line for us every day. I could only be so lucky to join them, in any capacity. Remember 9/11"
"Today is 9/11. I am reminded of the ones we lost and the people that fought for our freedom. Thank you to all those that serve and protect"
"Heading to scott AFB to the air show. I cant think of a better way to honor the heroes and the fallen than spending the day with the military"
"Reflective. Sorrowful. Grateful. Forgiving. God bless us all...ALL of humanity"
"No matter what's going on in our Saturday I think everyone is remembering.....9/11/01"
"Life is precious. 9/11 taught us that. Live every day with love, faith, gratitude, passion, and purpose. Never, EVER, stop telling the ones you love how much they mean to you!"
"Thinking of the families that lost loved ones on September 11, 2001 and how they don't have to be reminded of this day...I am sure it never leaves their minds. For that, I pray for sweet peace to envelope them today..."
"Flag at ground zero"

My thoughts are these:
When tragedy strikes, whether it be our nation as a whole, or on a personal level, we, as Americans, and as human beings, band together to form the most protective shield we can, out of love.

Reliving Paris....one narrow street at a time

2010-09-09T00:00:00.002-05:00

Oh Paris. Do you remember me? The American girl that stood with her mouth gaping open at the base of the Eiffel Tower, so overwhelmed that her mouth got dry because she forgot to shut it?

The one riding through the unfamiliar, french countryside in a van with seven other passengers, headed to Chateau Chambord.....without a map? and a driver on the edge, but still doing very well? and a (friends) mom who never says anything negative in all of her waking hours?

Bonjour. That girl was me. One year ago today I was on European soil. I trespassed your beautiful gardens, and narrow streets, and quaint corner cafe's.

And when I say narrow. I really mean it.

I fell in amour with your pink skies, and your oh-so-fresh air, and your ESPRESSO. See what I did there? You can't write about ESPRESSO that you drink in Paris without giving it a proper introduction, capital letters. I became a capital letter when I drank that awesome.

This is Tiffany on Coffee. =)

This is Tiffany on Paris ESPRESSO.

I've tried to recreate that ESPRESSO taste, and feeling. I fall just slightly short, but Starbucks does do its best. I texted a friend the first time I tasted it, with "I'm pretty sure this could start a car if we ever run out of gas".
Notre Dame Cathedral, (Notre Dame de Paris) is considered one of the finest examples of French Gothic architecture in France and in Europe.But you don't even have to consider yourself religious to feel a deep connection to this place. I lit a few candles and placed them on an altar there. And stood, once again, gaping, in awe of those stained glass windows. The camera's were complaining to each other, "I can't live up to these expectations!" but the person clicking the button tried very hard to capture the essence anyway.

Between that and Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, I don't know where I felt more humbled or at peace. But I just felt.it. Sacré-Cœur is located in Montmartre, the highest point of the city they say. You have to WANT this one, because you're going to climb a few steps to get there. (Two hundred and thirty-four) but who's counting?

Montmarte, I adore your architecture. It's nothing short of amazing. I was always thinking, "how DID they build that? Making that structure come to a point on the end"......then deciding, "I want to live there". And have a flower box outside my bedroom window.

Oh and your fromage crepes. I will attempt to make one someday. But how can I totally capture the initial experience when I'm standing in my kitchen in North Texas? I suppose I could go out on the patio during a slight fall breeze, when the air is fresh, on a September morning. Maybe it will come close?

I had The Da Vinci Code on my mind when we walked all around the Louvre that day. I half expected to see Tom Hanks running as fast as he could across the commons with men chasing him. He wasn't there. Or if he was, he's very slick. Because I didn't see him. But I thought of him.

I've had Paris on my mind since September 1, and we had that one cooler day where everyone was updating social media with status's like "it feels amazing outside".

I wrote this to my family about the shift in perspective that I brought home with me from Europe:

For the change in perspective. I learned that the people that live in Paris are so easily satisfied with just doing simple things. Walking.....sitting at cafe's and sipping espresso with their friends....reading a book on bench at Luxembourg gardens while their kids play in the grass. Buying their dinner at the food shop around the corner that has rotisseries set up outside, roasting chickens, and taking it home. Taking naps, outside, at those same gardens, and not giving their backpack or "stuff" a second thought. I'm not saying Americans don't do these things, don't misunderstand. But I do feel like we're spoiled a little. Or it takes more for some of us to be entertained. (not all, just some) And I'm sure there are people over there that are spoiled too, just saying.

I want that feeling again. Going to Europe is the one trip that I've noticed I can remember almost every minute detail, twelve months later. Because I have pictures, and the words that I wrote, I can get back there in mere seconds, if only in my mind. I can even still smell it.

So I think long walks are in my near future. Simplistic activities. Satisfaction and contentment coming from very little. I don't have a River Seine to walk along, but I do have a duck pond here and there, with spraying fountains in the middle!

And after we walk, let's have breakfast the Paris way.

"Each morning in the hotel, we had free breakfast. They boil eggs and put them in a huge wicker basket and you just grab as many as you want. They're still in the shell, and always warm, never figured out how they keep them warm. Coffee, croissants, jellies, cheeses, cereal, juices, and baguettes"

Au bientot,
Tiffany

PS If you take me with you, when you travel to the city of love, I could be your photographer. I won't even CHARGE you for the pictures. Oui?

Absolutely nothing days.....

2010-09-06T11:35:00.000-05:00

We work and run and drive and leap and dance and play and work and.......rest. We rest. It's the most important word in that first sentence. I mentioned a "collective sigh" in my previous post. I can hear that sigh today. I'm not sure why but most of the time I ignore the signs of feeling tired. What is that about? Like it's taboo to take a nap at two o'clock in the afternoon. As if I'm cheating on the day. I think I've decided that when my body is saying, enough already you need sleep, I'm going to listen. I love naps!

So Labor Day, that awesome Monday where we get to do absolutely nothing if we so choose, and if we're lucky enough to have a job that allows it, arrived this morning at 7am for me. I like absolutely nothing days. Mine are usually quiet, but not always. Sometimes music fills the day, maybe a movie playing in the background. I don't mind silence though, I really crave it at times. Especially when I'm reading a I-can't-put-you-down book.

"Sometimes it's important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow" ~Douglas Pagels, These Are the Gifts I'd Like to Give to You

Time to walk away from any worries you have, any guilt you're feeling, any unhealthy habits you've formed, and.....rest. Not just physical rest. Mental rest. Let yourself regenerate. Restore. Relax.

That's what today is for, use it wisely. Then your Tuesday will feel like New Years Day.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Cafe Brazil is open today!! Brunch it is......

When is your time for renewal?

2010-09-05T10:45:00.001-05:00

I think I hear a collective sigh. The extreme heat of a Dallas summer seems to be behind us, (and I hate to jinx it by saying that out loud), and August said goodbye a few days ago. A lot of people see Spring as the time of renewal but it's always been Fall for me. My favorite season, my favorite four months of the year, with October being number one, have begun. Actually to get technical Fall hasn't arrived yet. But the feeling of it, is here. College football (MIZZOU-RAH!), NFL season next week, lower temps, letters received from favorite nieces that have a red leaf in them....Missouri Fall is the reason I want to see the tapestry of color in September, it starts now. Dallas doesn't show me that palette until November. It's okay, I'm patient.

I woke up early enough to see the sun come up, splashing slivers of yellow rays over the pool water, making it shimmer. I was chuckling to myself about the fact that this morning is the first time I've used the pool in a month because it's been too hot to swim. Now that September is here it seems like swimming should be put to rest if you live somewhere that allows you the privilege of feeling a chilly morning already. But thats one good thing about living in North Texas, you can use the pool until Halloween (sometimes). I've been able to swim in February before as well. Ah well.....trade offs.
I still think I want to live where the summer heat isn't so extreme. Antarctica?

I'm going to use these last four months of the year to the best of my ability. Embrace them. Hold them tightly and squeeze.

When is your time for renewal? Is it now? Or ongoing throughout the year maybe?

Since I don't have an ocean to walk along, I'm going for a walk down my pretty street and into the park where there are a few nature trails. May have a friend join me. You can too, and we'll have breakfast after okay?

See you soon,
Tiffany

Human nature showing me once again, that we really do celebrate each other

2010-08-29T10:10:00.002-05:00

Bloggers of the world, unite.

I know I need to get moving, I have a lot to do today. But I read inspirational blog posts from some of my favorites, and my wheels start turning. I read funny ones and laugh hysterically. Sometimes I read sad ones even, where one has lost a friend....or a spouse, maybe a pet. I feel their emotions because they put thought to page so beautifully.

My Sunday thoughts are swirling, Fantasy Football (oh Brett Favre you better show me you're the QB I know you are and thank you for falling into my draft.....stay healthy k?). Dallas visitors in the form of lifelong friends, a favorite of mine. Scary movies-I love them. I always have Halloween and fall on the brain at the end of August. So ready for my favorite part of the year to begin. With Wednesday comes September, I'm gonna give it a hug.

In 4 months 2010 will come to a close. Has this been a productive year for you? I'd like to think it has been for me, but I'm not done yet. I don't know if my work is ever "done" per se, but it changes often. With college courses possibly in the works, my agenda is g r o w i n g. Talks of a cruise next July or August (I'm dying to make this happen), have a wedding to go to in November, spending Thanksgiving with family in Missouri.....a lot to look forward to.

I think having things to look forward to is necessary, but I also think it's important to be happy in the "now". Just be content wherever you may be. I'm an observer, sometimes I can get away with this without anyone noticing. I like to watch people interact with each other, especially when it's in celebration. There were two birthdays being celebrated simultaneously on either side of my friends and I, at the place we went to watch Houston beat Dallas last night. Let me rephrase, where we went to watch the Dallas Cowboys play football (smiling). The birthday girl, (and boy) were both glowing. Their friends were celebrating their life in a very large, loud fashion. And then of course, when it comes time for the live band to sing happy birthday to them, they become shy, but the rest of the crowd joins in as if we've all known each other for years. Yet, before last night, some of us had never seen each other.

Human nature showing me once again, that we really do celebrate each other.

Even if we've never met.

See you soon,
Tiffany

PS I'm celebrating YOU over breakfast, join me if you like fresh fruit and omelettes. Or.....I could make pancakes!

Ever have one of those days?

2010-08-23T00:01:00.000-05:00

I won't give in, you should know this by now dear universe.
What a long week!
I hear friends ask sometimes, "ever have one of those days?" Well I had a whole week. But it's Sunday night, and I'm preparing for dreamland, smiling. Like I usually do.
My car has been sitting at the dealer since Thursday, the end result of a very large median getting in my way. Bent rim (and when I say bent I mean I do nothing halfway, it was crunched) shredded tire.....it was doing the gangster lean after this unfortunate event. Almost as if to say, man I'm tired, can I just rest on this one side? So two new tires, a new rim, new wheel, new hubcab and alignment later.....I receive word that I need a new strut too. Very nice. So there she sits until insurance does their assessment, write up, approval, etc. I am SO lucky I didn't get hurt, and that I have insurance.
But what I'm really grateful for is, friends. Who care so much about me that they hand their keys over and say, take mine. Drive, go do whatever you need to do. Or friends that have showed up every single day since the day this happened (last Wednesday) to take me to work or brunch over the weekend, or just getting together with friends. It's important that I'm there, if I can't make it there, they make it happen, this is the feeling I'm left with. Wouldn't trade that for the world.
They know I could die if I don't go to Starbucks. (yes I'm being dramatic) so they make sure I go to Starbucks.
I've talked about different kinds of love, this is definitely a very important one in Tiffany's world. Friend love.
My chosen family, second home.....
It seems silly to whine about cell phone issues, but I'm having serious ones that I'm still waiting on the replacement phone for. With the car incident, and a friend/coworker losing two family members this week, and perplexing cell phone occurrences, *forgetting my wallet in Starbucks.....I found myself at the culmination of a not so great week. Much unlike my normal existence. Remember that happy, smiling Tiffany that is around most of the time?
She's still here. You'll find her laughing at texts that friends send, or something funny she's just read on twitter (thank GOD for you tweethearts, I follow you for a very good reason), or singing while friends cover their ears, or writing in her journal on the patio.
I won't bash you again, Texas, for this ridiculous heat you keep bestowing on us, unsolicited. But this summer, has made me come to realize that August is my least favorite month of the year. 2010 made me pull out the map of the United States and really look at it, and wonder where I could live where I can enjoy all four seasons, especially fall. Go away August. Just gather your things and go. I'll see you next year, and would love it if you would come cooler, and in a nice shade of light blue. Please? I actually see green when I think of August and I don't know why, it really should be brown given the state of the lawns in my neighborhood. Sorry neighbors, I know you're trying. The flowers are lovely. Do you see months in certain colors? January is white for me. Probably equating that to growing up in Missouri where January is almost always covered in white snow. February is red. (Valentines Day maybe, not sure). October is orange for obvious reasons. My birthday month, March, is pink.

So here's the good news. Fantasy Football draft, coming soon to a theatre near moi, YAY!! Football season starts in less than 3 weeks, and brings NFL headlines such as these:
It's time to get Back To Football as the NFL begins its 91st season with a celebration in its special pregame show, "NFL Opening Kickoff 2010 Presented by EA Sports" -- 7:30 p.m. ET Thursday, Sept. 9. Dave Matthews Band and Taylor Swift are scheduled to perform.
Double YAY!

With September 1 brings my four favorite months of any year. The months ending in R, adore them, with October being my all time favorite.
In putting last week behind me, I'll move forward to what I am sure will be an awesome week. Even if I have to make insurance pay for the awesome. I WILL!

I hope your week is awesome too. Just like you.
See you soon,
Tiffany

PS I have a new (to me) place to take you for breakfast, Pete's Cafe. I found Jesus in those pancakes.

*a very nice, honest person turned my wallet in. #payingitforward

Will you come to my celebration party when I graduate?

2010-08-17T21:55:00.000-05:00

“If you think education is expensive, try ignorance” Derek Bok

I'm really getting serious about taking some college courses. I've been thinking about this for a long time, a thought so easily shoved to the side when life gets busy with work, and play (very important) and the all of the things we have to do when we become adults. It's not necessarily a self confidence issue, that's blocking my view. It's more of the question, "dear GOD do I really want to write papers again?"
Well do I?

I asked myself this over and over. Then I had a conversation with my manager at work, who is taking classes right now. He said, "you understand that VZ will pay you money for this, right? Well, they'll pay a portion of the cost"

Isn't that kind of a no-brainer? I don't know that I have a goal in mind, other than to stretch my mind wider than I have in a long time, like a rubber-band. Hopefully not to the breaking point. A degree? Yes that is the obvious goal. Will I tie it into telecommunications? I think it's silly not to, that's what I've done for a long time. I love what I do, even when the possibility of RIFs (reduction in forces *shudder*) rolls around every six months. I keep rolling with them, I'm still employed. Has to be a good sign.

My life is going to change quite a bit if I do this, because I don't like to take on anything with a "halfway" attitude. If I do it, the work involved comes first. It has to, I'm paying for it. I'd love to just go to school full time, live that college life where one can actually do it in 4 years (or 2 depending upon your degree/goal) but I have a job that I won't give up. So this will take a little longer than most.

So..... this is me mulling it over. And making an appointment to see a counselor at a nearby College. And seeing the possibility of my name written down on an 8x14 piece of paper, framed in gold lettering, with my degree listed above it.

Can you see it?

When I whine about having papers to write and being brain-tired will you sympathize? Will you come to my celebration party when I graduate?

Have breakfast with me tomorrow and we'll talk about my options. You pick. (whisper, Cafe Brazil is SO good) no pressure......

See you soon,
Tiffany

Not half a man, a man and a half....

2010-08-09T16:45:00.003-05:00

There's a man that I see every once in a while at work that has come and gone over the last ten years. He's a contractor, so we never know when he'll show up or how long he will stay.
He likes to talk, a very good conversationalist if you have time to listen, and today, I am so glad I took the time.
He began with, "hey did I ever tell you about my daughters Purple Heart Medal?"
I immediately thought, oh man. He lost his daughter. I was sad instantly. I stood with him for a few minutes, and said, "tell me about it".

He smiled and said, well she graduated high school this year. Because she volunteers uncountable hours to the ROTC program for young adults, they arranged for a cadet to come to her graduation ceremony, and present her with the Purple Heart.
I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God she's still alive, and how cool is this?

I told him that was awesome, and really nice that they took the time to recognize her for her efforts, especially since her volunteer work, was all about recognizing them.
He told me that because of her, he too had become involved in volunteering. I asked, "In what capacity?"

"You know when you go to Wal-Mart, or the grocery story, and you see the ROTC members or civilians sitting behind a large banner on a table, with plenty pf pens available for you to either sign the banner, or, sign but also write a little note? That's what my daughter and I do, amongst other things".
He said that it was really easy to talk himself out of the time he gives, especially if it's raining, or the weekend has fantastic weather and he just wants to go have fun, etc. He paused and said, "but there's a young man that changed that for me".

"His name is Josh, he's 23 years old, and has prosthetic legs" he explained.
I thought to myself, yet another reminder of what I always say, "you have absolutely nothing in the world to complain about".

"Josh walked up to my table one Saturday morning, and thanked me for what I'm doing"

My coworker, as I mentioned, is a great conversationalist. He asked him about his life. He didn't come right out and ask what happened to him, he just gently eased him into the telling of his story. Josh didn't give many details. He was riding with several people in a large vehicle (I can't be specific on the make because he didn't mention it) that was unfortunately bombed. Josh was the only one that was hurt severely. After talking for well over an hour, Josh shared that after the accident, he had been in a very dark place for a while. Thoughts of taking his own life surfaced many times, to the point of his parents staying with him around the clock for several months, to make sure he didn't follow through with that unfortunate idea. He said he felt like half a man.

He teared up when he told me that he said to Josh, "You are not half a man. You are a man and a half. And I thank you for every single thing you did, and are doing, to support this country we live in"

Josh shook my friends hand, and my friend hugged him. Like a Dad hugs his own son. He ended up meeting Josh's parents that day, and even got Josh's phone number. That was over a year ago, he talks to Josh once a week, (he lives on the east coast now) and also speaks with Josh's parents every so often.

Josh tells him that he doesn't have to call if he doesn't want to.
He smiled at me and said, I will call him every week until I am no longer here. He thinks I'm helping him. But what he doesn't know, is he's inspiring me.

I hope you have inspiration in your life, every day.

Love,
Tiffany

PS "Taking Texas to Our Injured Troops" is the campaign my coworker is involved with. A retired country music producer that is now employed with KSCS Radio 96.3 in Dallas developed the idea, and ran with it.
Rather then embed the video on you tube, I will provide the URL : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH7AY3Arzao

Put the silly back in your life if it's gone missing, okay?

2010-08-08T16:23:00.002-05:00

I woke up laughing, is that weird? I don't know what in the world I was dreaming about last night, sometimes my dreams are so vivid, but this one is elusive. Bits and pieces I grasp, then poof! Just like that they're gone. It's just been one of this silly days so far, and I've had work to do. Cleaning carpets does not make one laugh, at least I don't think it does. Running errands, even when they begin with a morning visit to my Starbucks peeps, do not make one laugh. Well, the barista does, he's hilarious. But still.
"Hey Tiffany"....."yes?"....."wouldn't it be totally cool to have a potbelly pig for a pet?"
I died laughing because he's so r a n d o m. (Plus I think he knows I'm easy when it comes to making someone laugh) Oh and fyi, I think potbelly pigs are adorable but I don't want to have one living in my home. He would only watch Babe Pig in the City and then get bored if I wanted to watch some other movie, and also I don't speak pig. I reallllly want to be fluent in other languages, but I have to get French down before I move on to pig or something other exotic farm animal language. I have my standards.
Also, what if in the small chance I ever wanted a BLT for breakfast. You see my predicament there I'm sure.

So I've decided to embrace todays silliness. What better way to kick off the NFL season eh?
Hall of Fame, then pre-season, then let the real games begin. I am SO excited we're almost there!!
I'm meeting friends to watch the game tonight, these people keep me in stitches every time I'm with them so I have a feeling I'm taking the "silly" all the way to bedtime with me, I'll tuck it in, sing it a lullabye, and we'll go to sleep, gearing up for Monday.
Have you laughed out loud today?

The next time we meet for breakfast, I'll make you laugh out loud. It's good for you, and it goes well with eggs and toast. Especially well with coffee. Put the silly back in your life if it's gone missing, okay?

In total adoration,
Tiffany

The more things change, the more they stay the same......

2010-08-07T23:57:00.000-05:00

I don't like change. I've discussed this with you before. I'm getting a lot better with the idea behind change though. It usually brings 'better'. I enjoy running into an old friend, or hearing from one with a phone call, and hearing in their voice, that even though circumstances in their lives may have changed since we last spoke, they are still the same person. I depend on that I guess. If you were awesome then, please be awesome now......is what I'm wishing for.
I've reconnected with a few friends in social media that have known me forever. I always love hearing that I'm exactly the same. It's not so much when they say "you look exactly the same!" (although that is really nice to hear) but when they say, "your smile lights up the room just like it always did", or "you make me laugh until my stomach hurts just like you always have". I sit back and think, see? Some things not changing are a very good thing.
One good thing that change can bring is personal growth. When I observe someone growing into themselves, becoming comfortable in their own skin, and saying mature things, making mature decisions, I smile like you wouldn't believe. It's a "feelgood" for sure, for me, and quite possibly why I'm attempting to do some of these things as well.
When someone isn't comfortable in their own skin, it makes me uncomfortable. Likewise, those around them. I feel bad for them, and often think, what can I do to help. Can I talk them into loving themselves in some way? Of course I can't. But I can talk to them, and listen. The listen is more important than the talking. I call true friendship "free therapy", and I'm extremely grateful for my free therapists.
My mom told me once that I couldn't save the world. She didn't mean it in a bad way, she said that because she cares about me. She sees me, at times, taking some things on that may become cumbersome in the long run, and she wants me to be happy. Light. Not carrying too much of a heavy load. It's that whole "weight of the world on your shoulders" idea. No one wants to see someone they care about carrying a heavy load, it's tiring.
I've given advice before where I've explained that what my friend is telling me about, is a "monkey on their back" and it's best to let it go. I'm a firm believer in this.

One of my favorite children's book illustrators (and graphic artists) is Mary Engelbreit. I love her whimsical view of the world and how she expresses herself through her drawings combined with her words. Here is how she views change:
~ If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it. ~ Mary Engelbreit
Can I get an amen?

So, I'm still on that archeological dig through my soul. I'm finding all kinds of things in there. Some I am keeping, others are being discarded. Maybe I should have a garage sale!

Meet me for breakfast tomorrow, Mimi's Cafe has the best mimosas. It's still Breakfast at Tiffanys if I'm with you. Plus I need help in getting a game plan in place for saving the world. Mom, I really can.

Love,
Tiffany

Caution: Step Up

2010-08-03T11:54:00.000-05:00

I keep noticing this writing, painted on the step that leads from the parking garage where I work, into the building. "Caution: Step Up"
My first thought was, I wish life decisions had painted signs on them so we could be warned of impending danger or mistakes, unfortunate choices, etc.
I started paying attention to signs.
No left hand turn.
If it's against the law to turn left at this intersection, obviously most of us will never turn left. Therefore keeping us safe, and driving straight ahead to our destination.
STOP.
I don't know about you but I've needed this sign before, outside of the traffic arena. Just slow the car down, and stop. Wait your turn. When it's clear, put your foot on the gas pedal, and drive.
Slippery When Wet.
*shoutout to Bon Jovi here, loved this album.
This one is telling us that we can drive on this road, but if the road gets wet, it can turn slippery and may become very dangerous. I can relate this to many things, but recently, getting into conversations I don't want to participate in.
Railroad Crossing.
It's very possible that a train will come through at any moment. Also, if you don't reduce speed when going over these tracks, you could tear your alignment up, and would then need car repairs done. This would tie in with Proceed With Caution. The sign is plain as day, it's up to us to pay attention and obey traffic rules right?
One Way.
Have you ever turned down a one way street the WRONG way? Yikes! I have, and it scared the hell out of me. I was able to recover quickly, being in a city I didn't know that well. I've never made this mistake again, so far. *knock on wood.
Do Not Enter.
This is just an absolute. There is no wiggle room for this one. Simply do not enter. Period.
*Insert name of Destination City* 31 miles......
If you have perserverance, i.e. commitment, hard work, patience, endurance....you will reach your destination. It would be cool to know how much longer we had to drive to get there.
Speed Limit 60
If we go too fast, several things can happen. One is, we'll get pulled over and be ticketed and then have to pay exorbitant prices for that misfortune. Another is, we will miss so much along the way. Go the limit.....and see everything around you. Life is crazy awesome, so many things to see. I don't want to miss any of them!

I told a friend once that he couldn't see how great his world could actually be, because he was standing on the bottom rung of his life ladder. In order to see out, and above, he needed to step up one rung. Then step up again. Suddenly the view becomes clearer, so he can now see what fabulous things are in store.
When life delivers blows that hurt, it is completely understood why we should use,

"Caution", but then it is important that we "Step Up".

I'm stepping up every day. It's quite a view and I'm scared of heights people! I gripped the inside wall of the Eiffel Tower for over 30 minutes before I was able to inch away from it, to see the breathtaking view of Paris.
And what.a.view.it.was.

Definitely should have a french themed breakfast today. They are very simple, I learned when I visited. Croissants, boiled eggs, fromage (cheese) of all different varieties, espresso, juice.......baguettes sticking out of woven baskets.
Je vous verrai bientôt,
Tiffany

PS Wear something French, oui?

I think in the ordinary, one can find the....extraordinary

2010-08-02T13:38:00.000-05:00

In which, I discuss, the dating world, again.....

It's not really playing right now, the song, but I am hearing strains of "I can't make you love me.....if you don't.....I can't make your heart feel.....something it won't"

In talking with a friend about "trying too hard", a lot of things were mulled over.

At what point do we learn that the most important thing in the world, is to be ourselves?

At my friends request, I watched American Beauty over the weekend, for the first time. Gasp! I know. I observed lives unfold in a richly dark humor, hypocritical, deep yet light at times, hot mess filled with a thousand rose petals kind of way......

There is a scene where Ricky Fitts (Wes Bentley) and Angela (Mena Suvari) are yelling at each other. Obviously Angela is a very pretty girl, see above.
She says, "well at least I'm not ugly"
His reply, "yes you are. And you're boring and you're totally ordinary and you know it"

Throughout the whole movie Angela is constantly talking about the effect she has on men, and how many men she has had sex with, bragging about her conquests with the idea that everyone should care about nothing at that moment other than what she is saying. I knew from the beginning that she was probably a virgin.
The most physically attractive person can often be the most insecure.

The thing is, if someone tries really hard to be someone they are not, just so the person they are interested in will like them, how long can they keep that facade going? And how tiring would that be? Eventually, the differences will surface, or even more tragic, they lose their identity altogether. In American Beauty, Ricky had zero interest in Angela. He was intrigued by Jane (Thora Birch) who seemed to have depth to her. I don't want to say she's not attractive by any means. She just has a different look than Mena.

A good friend was venting to me about the fact that it's hard for him to meet women. Single....and 42, he's not really wanting to meet his soulmate in a bar, he says. I said, then don't go to a bar. Go do the things you really like doing, then when you meet a woman doing that very same thing, you already have something in common. "It was so much easier in my twenties" he said.
Well that may be true. But it doesn't have to be hard I don't think. It just depends on several things that have a hand in it.....circumstances, choices, geography, and a little bit of fate come to mind.

American Beauty. My definition of being ordinary, a phrase I've used often in describing myself, has suddenly taken a new shine to it. I think in the ordinary, one can find the....extraordinary.

Extraordinary breakfasts have denver omelettes in them......join me.
See you friend,
Tiffany

PS I must mention Kevin Spacey and Annette Bening being ridiculous awesome in this movie. Incredible acting.....Chris Cooper as well. Allison Janney didn't say much, but played that role like she always has in the past, so believable you think the character is a real person outside of the movie.

Heart Shaped Thoughts

2010-08-01T12:19:00.000-05:00

Love is the best four letter word ever written. I wish I could write a love story. I don't know if I'm talented enough to bring my characters to life in an amazing, can't put the book down, kind of way. But I have dialogue coming to me in my head all of the time. I've been having heart shaped thoughts lately.

.........A man and woman are sitting in a restaurant, meeting for the first time in fifteen years. When I say meeting for the first time, I mean, they've never met in person before. They became friends the old fashioned way. Writing to each other, and talking on the phone. With geographical distance, separate lives, different careers being unfortunate obstacles, they eventually uncrossed the paths that were crossed some time ago.
Now they sit across from each other, each in wonder of this thought, "I can't believe I'm looking you in the eye. For the first time ever" They didn't plan to meet, or be in the same city at the same time. Fate placed them there. The conversation flows as easily as it did during their first one. Laughter ensues just like it did as they got to know each other, with them sharing similar senses of humor. Toward the end of the evening, when it is clearly time to go, the woman is overcome with this thought; "if I don't tell him now, after all of this time, I may never get the chance again". She brings up a favorite movie, one they discussed so many times. A line from the movie states, "he knew I loved him enough, to bear the not knowing". She explains that this quote, was how she felt when she walked away from him so long ago. She came to understand that she couldn't hold his hand while he walked down his own path. Him falling in love with someone else, inevitable.
She told him......."The thing is, I've loved you since the day I realized it"

I was thinking about all of my favorite romantic movie quotes.
Runaway Bride
"Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me"
You've Got Mail
"Yeah. I would have asked for your number, and I wouldn't have been able to wait twenty-four hours before calling you and saying, "Hey, how about... oh, how about some coffee or, you know, drinks or dinner or a movie... for as long as we both shall live?"

An Affair to Remember
"There must be something between us, even if it's only an ocean"

The Notebook
"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day"

Bed of Roses
"Every now and then, um, everybody's entitled to too much perfection"

My own quotes:
"The other half of me who thinks things through with the first word being, "Us", rather than "I"

Quotes from others
".....the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life." regarding Soulmates, Elizabeth Gilbert

Song lyrics
Ryan Huston "Daydreams"
will you save me, and I'll save you....will you love me.... like I'll love you.....will you need me..... like I'll need you...
Taylor Swift "Love Story"
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.....it's a love story, baby just say....yes"

Had enough of my heart shaped thoughts? =)

I mentally just heard you ask, "but wait. What does he say after she tells him that she has loved him all along?"
Visit for breakfast, maybe you can give me ideas on how you think it should end.....

See you soon!
Tiffany