I am Tiffany

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"

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

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

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