tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70399060228863908292012-01-20T16:46:03.429-05:00Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11734122912116892392noreply@blogger.comBlogger4431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039906022886390829.post-79889754822099034662011-10-19T08:34:00.004-04:002011-10-19T08:38:28.405-04:00

Last night as I was eating dinner I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door to see five adorable children and fat dog, wriggling on a leash. They wanted to know if the dog was mine and I replied that he wasn't. I asked if they needed help to find his owner (though they seemed more than capable) and they said they didn't. Right before they walked away the smallest kid threw his hands in the air

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The 9/11 tributes left me a blubbering mess of girl. I cried at the raw footage and raw emotion. Life has a way of just up and leaving sometimes. We needn't forget that. I'm still working - same job. And I do find a lot of satisfaction in the creativity and the light in the eyes of the children I get to see.I'll be back to writing semi- regularly. Just wanted to check in.Cute boyfriend and I are

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"Tiff," she sounded amped and exhausted all at once, "I'm on the way to Children's Hospital. Jeremiah had an accident on the four-wheeler."And there it is, that loss of air and sharp pang of clarity. I have to get there. This is the kid who when he was little would take a shower and use the scent blocking deer soap, and then? Well then he'd slowly open the bathroom door and creep, stark naked,

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I'm back! I'm back! I'm working on updating the layout and foraging for dinner but then I'll post a real update!

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This blog has been confusing me. I couldn't log in. Then I could, but I couldn't post. Then I could post but no one else could log in. So confused was I that well, I just gave up. Yeah, I threw in the damn towel and decided to take up professional wine drinking and hone my On-Demand skills. Also, I have been working a lot and catching up with those really good friends of mine that I would be lost

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Because of Ms.Moon I've decided to start participating in Haiku my Heart Fridays. I have always loved poetry in any form and had a short stint as "poetry teacher's pet" in college. *Sigh* I miss those days of being a big fish.Think of you oftenlike light shining through blue orbswhere hope stands dancing

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Today is a really, really good day. Excuse me while I go wrap my arms around cute bf's neck and tell him that I love him for the one millionth time.Enjoy your night!

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I was getting my nails done today, minding my own business. Running a mental checklist in my head of the three hundred things I had to get done in one short day. I need more time. I need more money. I. I. I. need. need. need. Greedy thoughts. Thoughts we all think. Normal thoughts.But then the receptionist came in. And last time I saw her she had a rounded belly and dewy complexion.But her

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At 5:04 am, we had a 3.7 magnitude Earthquake. It was strong enough to make a good amount of noise and shake the house and my bed. Very strange feeling!

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Women have the babies. We're strong like that. A divine someone or other gave us something extra. So women have the babies. And feel the feelings. Lord almighty. Women feel the feelings. Acute love, helplessness, guilt. So women have the babies and feel the feelings. And now, it's come to my attention that women have to catch the snakes too! Time out fellas...I was at work the other day, in the

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It's a good day. It's warm, not hot. It's sunny. Cute boyfriend and I went to soak up some rays at the pool only to be surprised by a live band and swarms of adorable children. We enjoyed our time just lounging in the sun. Then he went off to watch the World Cup Final with the boys and I stayed home (where I am very happy to be). I did laundry, made congo bars, showered, and indulged in a little

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I Promise MyselfBy: Christian D. Larson I Promise Myself... by Christian D. Larson To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind.To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.To think only of the best, to work only for

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Thanks for your concern!!! I am 100% back to normal today. Actually, my "mood" only lasted an hour or so. Haha. I'm fine, wonderful in fact. Life is good, great, grand, perfect :)It's 101 degrees and dripping with humidity. But I don't mind at all. When I was shoveling out from under 3 feet of snow I dreamed of the heat. So now that it's here, I won't complain. Stay hydrated. And I'll leave you

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I'm in a mood today. Maybe it's the heat. I was outside trying to trim some plants and the sweat was dripping off of me so that I could barely see. It's the kind of heat the makes even the heartiest plants wilt with one searing ray.But yes, I'm in a mood today. And normally I look on the bright side of everything. Not today. So I'm going to share my pet peeves, things that have really been

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Dear Chris-It's the Fourth of July, and I miss you. I miss you on Tuesdays. I miss you at night. I miss you when it rains and thunder drowns out my thoughts. I miss you when I've had a bad day. I miss you every time we kiss goodbye. But each day I miss you, I'm one day closer to seeing you again. I miss you every day, but on holidays I really feel it. I want you by my side. I want to thread my

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A weird guy stalked me around CVS today. I was in the makeup aisle, then haircare, wherever I went he was there. About 6'3", dirty, scraggly, leering. I got that weird itchy feeling and made sure I walked to my car alert. I don't ignore that feeling I get in my gut.************************************************************I saw a friend today that I haven't seen in YEARS. Oh, and her three

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Your last words to me were, "Hold my hand Tiff. Just hold my hand."And I did, Granddaddy. I held your hand. Your body was smaller. Your mind just as sharp. Your eyes were closed. Your heart beat furiously.I held your hand, and you squeezed it with the little strength you had left. And for the rest of my life, I will carry deep within my heart the feeling of your hand holding mine.Thank you for

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Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,I am the starshine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing,I am

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I am exhausted, and weary.I am sad, and angry.I am hurt, and lonely.I am wishing for things that can never be.But those feelings are temporary. And this too, shall pass, as all things lovely and cruel do.My Granddaddy, always one to work a room, has managed in his extreme illness to charm the lady nurses and doctors. "Oh he's a delightful man!" they exclaim as they leave his room. "Such a fine

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We went to the beach for four days, but I could have stayed forever.Cute boyfriend surprised me with an oceanfront suite. I opened the balcony doors as soon as we got there and drank in the salt water breeze. The waves lulled me into vacation mode immediately as we smiled at each other and talked about where to eat the first night.There were walks on the beach and boardwalk. Drinks at the swim up

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My grandfather is dying of leukemia and prostate cancer. Those words aren't enough. They are empty and useless and I hate them. I want you to pray- even if you aren't the praying type. Please, do it for me. That his remaining time is as painless as possible. That he finds solace. That we all gracefully accept the inevitable.

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Cute boyfriend is sleeping in the other room. I woke up refreshed and happy. I see the sun rising, the ocean waves moving lazily to shore and the man I love covered in white sheets and sun browned skin. This trip, so far, is nothing short of perfection. And I'll write all about it...in a few days.

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The weather is perfect today. The humidity seems to have taken a temporary break. It's clear and sunny and I'm working from home, which I rather enjoy. It's peaceful and quiet. I get more done in three hours here than I would in a whole day there.I can't keep some of my flowers alive. The hostas, vincas, and marigolds are fine. Oh, and one of the Asiatic lilies, but the others are dying. The

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Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.-Dr. Seuss Oh! The Places You Will GoDear Matthew,Ten years ago I was anxious, nervous, excited. It was the

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Ten minutes ago the sun was feeding my flowers and the lilies had opened wide to drink it in. Now the sky is black and blue, bruised with angry, full to bursting clouds and there is a stillness in the air that speaks silently of the storm brewing above. I'm safe, and cool in the air conditioning. I have a fridge full of food, a tank full of gas, and a heart full of love.Let it rain.

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I submitted the story about how cute boyfriend and I met to What's Up Annapolis magazine. We were published as one of the "Love Stories" We're in second place right now for reader's choice. Will you vote for us please?! They titled our story "Online Discovery" (ew) But you'll see our picture as well. THANK YOU!!!!!VOTE

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The sun is shining. We're going to hit 90 degrees today. I couldn't be happier. I'm doing a bit of work from home & going for a long run today. In addition I'll be doing laundry, dishes and the like. And when cute boyfriend gets home we're going to head out to the deck for tuna steak and asparagus on the grill, and maybe he'll light a cigar. It's a good day.

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We grew up on a big farm. I've mentioned it before. There was a stream to play in, and hay bails to climb. And the barns smelled like old tobacco. It was a kid's greatest dream. In the summers friends would shout through the woods and we'd shout back, riding our bikes to try out their backyard or bringing them to our pool or trampoline for some summertime fun. In the winters there was always

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Things have been busy! Like, I can't find my pants and hmmm, where did I put that to-do list that I spent thirty minutes on- busy. But it's good busy! Remember a while back when I told you about the unfortunate loss of my job? Yeah, that sucked. But like most things it was a blessing in disguise. Because now? Well now I am the proud owner of a new and fancy job. And I'm in my own personal heaven.

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Life has certainly come together nicely. I'm grateful every single day for all that I have. I've gathered a pretty awesome group of people around me and well, that just makes me happy. So yes, life is spectacular these days and there are so many things to look forward to. This week I have a dinner & drinks with the lovely Tara (of the college friend species. Tara- can you believe we met over 7

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Today is a cool, rainy May day. It's damp and I hope this means the pollen will be washed far away and not come back quite so furiously. I worked 9-3 today. Cute boyfriend works 2-11. On his way to work he called me:Tiff: Hi honey. How was your morning?Cute bf: Well I got to wake up next to you, so it was good.Tiff: Oh man, you just got like 150 points for that one.

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Hey Mama!Thanks for birthing me! Great job! Also, we are working together today so I'll see you soon. What with you bringing me into the world and all, you'll probably get a free coffee out of the deal.Also, margaritas are in order (again)Love,TiffPS- To all you spectacular, multi-tasking, exhausted, laundry doing, carpool organizing, hard working, nursing, sleep deprived, supportive, frustrated,

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I was in the kitchen the other day, stewing this or that on the stove. The door to the deck was cracked open letting the breeze slide along the floor. All of a sudden a tiny, energetic bird flapped furiously, wings pushing with all their might to open the door. Panicking I waved my arms wildly yelling, "NO BIRD! NO BIRD! NO BIRD!" As if the bird spoke English. Or, understood it. Or, well

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Dear Friend,When you are away, I say nice things behind your back.When someone says something nasty, I voice your virtues.When your eyes fill up and tears spill over, I catch them.When the boy makes you giddy, I ask for details and we giggle like girls.When the boy goes away, I hold your hand, help heal your heart.When I hurt you. And I do hurt you. I feel it to the depth of my soul. I want to

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1. Ever heard the one about the girl who got everything she wanted? Yeah. Me neither. Until now :)2. I am working very hard on resisting the urge to punch "one uppers" square in the face. If I'm busy, they're busier. If I'm tired, they're exhausted AND have a headache. If I'm working nine hours, they're working 9 and 1/2 hours AND researching the cure for those old men with really hairy ears. But

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The trees are anxious, and wobbly today. Their leaves shake and shimmer with the wind and it feels lonely outside. Cute boyfriend is away. And I miss him something terrible. This trip is short, but I just want him back. Hear me honey? Come on home now.This day was strange and I'm ready for midnight so the clock can tell me it's a new day. I want sunshine though. Not this gray cloud filled sky

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I don't know why we're here. I don't know why we yawn. Why we fall in love. Why we cry when we're happy, and sad. I don't know why things fall apart. I don't know why we can't just say what's really on our mind. I don't know why we live in a society that values money and status above goodness and kindness. I don't know who I'll be when I grow up. I don't know if I'll ever get married or have

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PARRISH Do you love Drew? SUSAN You mean like you loved Mom? PARRISH Forget about me and Mom -- are you going to marry him? SUSAN Probably. A moment. PARRISH (smiles) Don't get carried away. SUSAN Uh oh -- PARRISH Susan, you're a hell of a woman. You've got a great career, you're beautiful -- SUSAN And I'm your daughter and no man

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I'm frustrated, fed up, and finally giving up. We don't get to choose our family. I think that's what makes friends so special. We choose them. They choose us. But family? Ah hell, we're just stuck with them. Sometimes that's good. And sometimes? Well...yeah.And I don't really know what to say tonight other than this: I have a good heart, a good life, and a good man. I feel a joy that I can't

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Cute boyfriend and I watched this the other day (truth be told, I came downstairs and he was already watching it, and well I just found that so darling I sat down, put my head on his shoulder and watched with him).I've seen the movie a few times. I love it every time. It's Mel Gibson (before his...uh...stuff) and Helen Hunt (who cute boyfriend and I agree is HOT) and it's just a fun movie with a

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The itsyou bird is chirping outside the window. itsyou itsyou itsyou, she sings. It is me. It is me that loves this day, this man, this life. And the sky is gray and listless but daffodils have sprung and dot our world with yellow joy. "Hi! I'm here! Spring? Uh, well, almost!" They are cheerful and bright and everything that makes Spring the season of love. It makes the couch cuddles we share

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I disappeared for a while. And I liked it. We went to Connecticut to visit family and cute boyfriend got to meet the rest of my Mom's side. And of course, they love him. What's not to love? The weather here is in the 60's and sunny after days of rain. Spring has sprung and it makes my little hippie heart happy. I broke out the flip flops and can't wait to lay on a beach listening to waves on the

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We are Irish, on my Mother's side. And my Gram tells us to never forget our Irish heritage. I assume that means to never forget to raise a glass, and have a laugh.

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I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I've never had a dream career. Cute boyfriend knew from birth that he was destined to be in law enforcement. He made it happen. He is wildly successful.Me? I ate worms. See the blog title? Not just for silly value people. And I'll let you in on a little secret: I don't want to pick just one thing to be. I know that my family thinks I'm kind of flaky

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Well....I lost my job yesterday. Yup. And boy is it a story. And no, I didn't do anything wrong. And no, I can't go into details on here. Let it just be said that some people on this Earth have no moral compass and I feel deeply sorry for their souls.I'm not really worried. I have two other things lined up and I work at the museum part time already. And let's face it, what is life without a

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You are sleeping next to me as I type this and every so often you'll shift and brush your foot along mine. "I'm still here," I say, and you sigh and drift off again.It is our anniversary. One year. 365 days of you in my life. Each different than the last.Thank you for every one.I'll let you sleep a little more and then we'll go to our champagne brunch and talk about that fabulous surprise party

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A year ago, you were out in D.C. celebrating your birthday when a friend of mine happened to snap a picture with you in it. Two groups of people were in the same place celebrating different birthdays. A group of friends met up with another group of friends. It wasn't completely planned. It wasn't completely random. Your friend knew my friend. They saw each other across the bar and reconnected.I

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I am working on a post for tomorrow because it is a very special day. Tomorrow is cute boyfriend's birthday! And what a celebration we will have. Because I'm pretty darn happy he was born.

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We woke up late, for us, and talked over his latest trip (San Antonio). Ate a quick breakfast and headed off to Target for some random things (racquetball stuff, sweatshirt, and toothbrush holder...along with an expensive couple of Starbucks coffees) Then we hit the liquor store (pomegranate martinis...mmmmm) and the car wash. Because his car was no longer a color, it was pure salt.And now? Now

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I need to put on my little black dress. I need to paint my toes, "I'm not really a waitress", red. I need pull the shoebox off my shelf; the one with the sky high heels with little silver buckle around the ankle. I need to curl my hair and line my eyes in kohl and open the lipstick I never use. And I need to hold the hand of the man I love and lean in when he whispers, "I love you."

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I will never know the right thing to do in every situation. And I will always make mistakes. But when the lights go down there is nothing in my heart that feels dark. There is only love. I will always be the one who feels it all a little too deeply and I accept that. Take the good, with the bad and always be grateful for both.It is just a Wednesday. Where the air is dry and cold and snow is piled

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6pm. It has now been snowing for 24 hours. (The plow has come through 3 times)All of my hard work. Cute bf is stuck at work for another night so the shoveling is left to me!Eerily quiet...The tunnel to our front doorThere are cars under that snow and I heard a rumor of this thing called "grass"

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8:45 AM TUESDAY 2.9.2010 ULTRAKAHUNA UPDATE # 3: Professor Rapson was right, nothing like this has ever happened before, not even 1888, 1899, 1922 or 1958. If two blizzards occur along the I-95 corridor in one week, you will be living out history. Due to the confused consternation over snowfall reporting at BWI airport, our team has selected the Maryland Science Center in downtown Baltimore as

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They have now posted a Winter Storm Warning for us. An additional 10-20" to fall Tuesday through Wednesday.And where shall we PUT all this snow?!

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I know a lot of girls. A lot of girls. Pretty girls. Sexy girls. Lovely girls. Shapely girls. Courageous girls. Intelligent girls. And they find these men. These angry men. Sad men. Mean men. Cruel men. Emotionally lost men. And they fall. Or at least they think so. They think they fall. They think it's love. It's the fools gold of love. It's lust. Or the

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This neighbor isn't home. I think she's got her work cut out for her when she gets back...Our driveway. (minus Cute bf's car since he had to work again)Sunrise over snowPeanut Butter Cup Cookies

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Food update: So far I have made: chocolate frosted peanut butter rice krispie treats, blueberry muffins, chicken noodle soup, and a pot of very strong coffee. On today's food agenda: cheesy turkey meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Also, there's a very strong chance I will make Reese's cup cookies as well. What? We're hibernating here people.Snow update: about 24" have fallen in the past 24 hours.

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(that's the back deck. I can't open the door because the snow is piled up in a two foot drift)It snowed heavily all night. And it's still snowing. They say we'll have hard snow throughout the day. MD, along with VA have declared states of emergency. This is now a blizzard.AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GO PLAY!Cute boyfriend surprised me by walking into our room at six o'clock this morning. I don't know

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First Pic- chicken noodle soup. Whole roasted chicken. Carrots. Celery. Onion. Seasonings.Second Pic- same.Third & Fourth - taken about 1 1/2 after original postingSnow is falling hard, wet and thick. (sounds dirty??) And I am totally prepared. Cute bf has the annoying kind of job that takes him away from me. He's important. And necessary. And he may be back tomorrow or not. Maybe Sunday? It's

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Ok so these are two views: the back deck and the front of the house. The snow you see is what we already had before today's storm got started. It's been snowing hard for about two hours and we're forecasted now to have upwards of 33 inches. I took a bath, had a glass of wine, and made chocolate covered peanut butter rice krispie treats (hallelujiah). I'll keep ya'll posted as things progress.

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The snow has started. Right now it is slow and lazy. Kind of like me. It is light and very fluffy and full of the promise of fun. But the weathermen are telling us to get ready. And so I've bought the fixins for chicken noodle soup, chocolate rice krispie treats, turkey sausage and spaghetti and so much more. I'll cook. The snow will fall. I'll shovel. And then maybe I'll get my camera and wade

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We got about 5 inches on top of what had already fallen. They're predicting up to two feet this Friday into Saturday. I can't wait.

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But...I don't have a lot of time right now for this whole blogging thing so I'm suspending it. I may or may not be back. I just need to focus on real life for a while until things are not so hectic (haha!)Thanks for reading!!!

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Every time he leaves I groggily say, "Fly safely. I love you." And the door closes.And then another. And he's gone in the predawn light.Every time he leaves he calls me from the plane, "We're boarded. Just waiting for everyone else. I'll call you when we land. I love you."Every time he leaves I get a little sad, and look at the calendar. 3 days. 6 days. 8 days. He'll be back. I mark it down in

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So, tell me, what scares the pants right off of ya?I was listening to the radio this morning and they were discussing phobias. Some were normal like public speaking or financial ruin (uh, who isn't scared of this right now?!) Some were decidedly more unique. Like ducklings, or three ring binders. I kid you not. This young guy called in saying he was terrified of those three ring binders with the

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Yesterday the wind blew dead trees to the ground, and I ran over someone's trash can lid (so, so sorry! I never saw it coming) Rain fell in sheets and the sky was so black that I prayed it wasn't the rapture. Alas, it passed and out came a blue sky. The temperatures rose into the low sixties teasing us with a taste of Spring.But today, winter came back. It's in the thirties and that's ok. It is

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The station wagon rumbled down a gravel dirt road weaving through trees I longed to climb. My parents dropped me off with a bag, a pillow and their wishes for fun and new friends. Mosquitoes buzzed in my ears and a stream rushed somewhere past the archery range. My camp counselor was Katrina. This twenty something girl in jean shorts with poufy bangs held up by a veritable wall of hairspray. I

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Somehow I got the stomach virus that is going around. Spent most of yesterday and last night hunched over the porcelain god and vigorously praying. (sorry for the visual) I'm off today. Don't remember the last time I took a whole day off. I hate feeling useless. But I slept in. Until 1030. Don't remember the last time I did that either.And I felt terrible because last night was the first time

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I'm looking for a few willing guest posters to help me through this week. I've found myself with an extremely limited amount of time and so I'm reaching out to YOU!Interested? There's no pay! No benefits! And no paid time off! But you will get my gratitude and adoration for LIFE.Does this sound like the job for you?! Apply here :) (uh...in the comment section)

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I threw in a load of laundry. Did the dishes. Put my now really blonde hair up in a ponytail. Grabbed a sandwich and a drink and sat down at my computer. And I'm writing. But not here. I mean, currently I'm writing here. But before and after I'm writing in Microsoft Word. What are you writing, you may ask. Well a book. Ugh. How terribly odd that sounds. But I've written thing after thing after

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It's raining.I just got home from work.I'm tired.I'll write tomorrow.

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The little one I watch, she's nine months old now. She's crawling and has a few teeth and she says da-da-da-da-da-da-da until she wears herself out. And today, she got scared and cried in a way that I've never heard before. Someone scared her and she reached for me. So I pulled her close and let her wrap her tiny arms around my neck and I turned my back on the person and held her tightly as she

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The horror in Haiti just keeps getting worse. Tragedies roll in and out, everyday it seems. And I don't mean to sound nonchalant. It's just a fact of life. Cute bf was in California a few days ago when two earthquakes (minor) hit. I worried. That's life. Things happen and we are at the mercy of it all. We hold on to this false idea that we control something. Oh maybe we control what we eat or

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How to help Haiti

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I am fuming mad. Or am I? Is it hormones? No man can say it's just hormones though. They don't know. If you are a man, don't tell a woman it's just hormones. Those hormones. These hormones. You know nothing of them. Their power. Their charge. That the feelings they invoke and provoke are real and strong and fucking terrible and wonderful at times. So don't say it's just hormones. There is nothing

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I got an anonymous email from someone that said that my writing is, "Chocolate covered shit that should be relegated to the ends of the internet so that no one has to suffer through it anymore."My reply:Dear *****,Thank you SO much for your KIND words. It's refreshing to hear such honesty. I always believed my writing was shit. But chocolate covered? Splendid. I do hope you sit on a tack

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So yes, it's still cold. I think the whole country is cold. We're shivering and complaining and wishing for warmth. And I heard on the news that we're actually just wimps. Modern, heat seeking, wimps. This isn't even close to the coldest winter on record. But ya know what? I don't care. It's cold. You're cold. I'm cold. The ice is everywhere and my car doors were frozen shut again this morning.

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It's nights like this, and friends like these that make me happy every single day.And it doesn't hurt that cute bf is on a plane home.

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It's January and gray. Well it's actually dark now. But it was gray earlier, the sky heavy with snow laden clouds. It's coming. A few inches tonight, maybe more. Enough to cover the dead grass and barren branches. Cute boyfriend left this morning in a flurry of packing and hugs and "I'll call you when I land". He loves his job. I love that he loves his job. I love that his happiness is contagious

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Anon: Well I will return looking much different!Tiff: So exciting. This is going to change your life!Anon: It's not like I'm getting my BOOBS done.

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Fire rains from the sky digging craters in the asphalt. The phones are out and I can't pack my suitcase fast enough. What does one pack for the end of the world? I am alone in my Fathers house. It is night and outside clouds of ash rise to block the remaining bits of light from stars. Something scratches at the door and I don't want to die. I fill my bag with clothes and water bottles and

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So I finally watched, "The Business of Being Born". It's a film I'd heard of and wanted to see but never actually saw until the other day. I was getting ready to run on the treadmill, flipping through channels and there it was. So I turned it on. And proceeded to laugh and cry and get really stinkin angry. And cry some more (because is there anything in this whole world more amazing than a child

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Sometimes I drink champagne and watch Shirley MacLaine movies.Sometimes I get my heart broken. Sometimes I don't.Sometimes I have curly hair. And sometimes I spend an hour straightening it, only to wish it curly again.Sometimes I slam a door, down a drink, break a heel, lose a phone, hate myself, hate my life.Sometimes I am brought to my knees by the glory of it all.Sometimes I can write.

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Mom: Who is our gyn?Tiff: Dr. ********Mom: ThanksTiff: preggo?Mom: Yes, quadsTiff: congrats. I want to name one Nilla Wafer.Mom: And one will be Alistaire

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In saying goodbye to 2009, I look back on it all with love. There are no regrets. There are no hard feelings or dreams I didn't follow. There is only the sound of the clock on the wall and the sleet hitting the ground.Life moves like a river, sometimes swelling with rainwater and sometimes waning with drought. But still it moves, ever changing, carving our niche in this great history.We're here

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I haven't fallen off the face of the Earth! I'm just working and ya know, living. And also trying to recuperate from Christmas, and the wedding and all that good stuff that's been cramming my days and nights full of sunshine and laughter.It's cold here. Cold and windy. And I think it would be ok if Summer came by a little early. I wouldn't mind a bit actually.This is another four day work week (

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The Wedding Party toasting with Cosmopolitans before getting all prettied up Oh, did you say the MOST beautiful bride in the world? Well there ya go... The boys, Cody & Jamie (and well hidden flasks) The first dance as man and wife, to candelight & soft music. May there be many more... The cake &

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Originally posted Thursday, August 21, 2008Once upon an airport(Editor's note: This happened almost a year ago in November of 2007. I have waited until now to post because I wanted to write about it when the time was right and the words came to me. I realize now that no words will ever do justice to that moment. But the story should be told)The flight was delayed, twice. I sat in the Saint Louis

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It's hard not to feel giddy today. The presents are wrapped so prettily. I'm working but it's a short day. The snow is just in piles everywhere and I can't remember the last time we had a white Christmas here in Maryland. My brother is here, home from the Marines and that is good. That is really good. Some Marines didn't get to come home. Some Marines never will. So this is good, this is really

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My mama has this big, white pin that she puts out every year with the other decorations, and that's exactly what it says. And that about sums it up for us, every year.Also, Oh Shit, tomorrow is Christmas (Eve) And I'm not done shopping. Or wrapping. Or getting my stuff together for the wedding. Or losing those last 10 pounds. Or resting. Or cleaning.OR I could drink a huge something yummy and

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The house on the hill finally sold. The one with the brick front and view of the fields. The house that sat empty for so long with the sign in the front yard so that when I'd pass by I'd imagine what if.If that was my house I'd plant red and purple flowers. The grass would grow tall and green. The windows would sparkle and shine with the sunrise. At Christmas time a warm fire would crackle and

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I said goodbye and sent cute boyfriend on his way this morning. He'll board the airplane and fly off and I'll be here working, wrapping, cleaning, and generally trying to cross everything off my ever growing to-do list. Work, pedicure, Mom's, errands and laundry today. Work, dress pickup, wedding rehearsal, cleaning, workout, errands tomorrow. And so it goes.And he'll be flying over the United

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I'm working on an actual post...with like...words and stuff. And as soon as I figure out what to do with ALL THIS SNOW, I'll get that done.

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Just now I smelled my Nana's kitchen. A little light headed I sat down, weak with the stress the emotion the ohsomuch of it all. And I just closed my eyes and remembered how my Nana would open the pantry door to get out the vanilla wafers or little debbie cupcakes. Then there would be a scoop of cherry vanilla ice cream, with the real bits of cherries in it. We'd sit at her kitchen table and I'd

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Well it's official. The snow is on its way, due to arrive tonight and stay all day tomorrow. They're calling for 10 inches right now, maybe more. I got my coat and boots yesterday (Marshalls=heaven) A $150 Columbia coat for $40! Bargain shopping is a passion of mine.We have food and cookie making supplies and I'll pick up wine and hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps on the way home. This

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I happened to catch the end of the news a few moments ago (I avoid the news unless it's something good or a story that I've been following) and guess what I saw?SNOW!The snow is on its way. Anywhere from 2-20 inches based on that silly weatherman who never knows what's actually going to happen. But I don't care. I'm excited. And I need a new winter coat and boots so I added that to my list for

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I have paid for the people behind me at toll booths.I have given the mother of four the dollar she was short in the grocery store.And in return I've had someone cover my order at Starbucks out of the goodness of their heart. I've gotten free coffee at 7-11 from a construction worker, and a free salad from Chik-fil-a.I truly believe in the circular karmic universe. Put out what you want to get

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