tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75405973890932690042024-02-07T08:53:31.569-05:00Mom. Wife. Me.I am a woman, wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, teacher. I have many ideas and ideals in my life, and this is just a place to let'em all hang out.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-14937396534907381402009-05-02T08:01:00.002-04:002009-05-02T08:03:54.610-04:00I did it.<div>Yep. After years of planning, and talking it over with my husband (who didn't want it to happen, but agrees it 'isn't too bad'), I took the plunge. I love it. What do you think?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331196096138358018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDbRKpsG3u3D_1eYYBltADe28FvWi8dgvQ_Unf96P094hdA3y3Ch_xPsf-2SzwNMJZKMKw2gN_yvq7kHORQx-UhffWTSsPhP7Pit2BtGVUp95k9tcqqEJiF2HsL06U67T6f4vuagc5DSe/s320/tattoo+002.jpg" border="0" /></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-15115735966452489442009-04-24T15:54:00.003-04:002009-04-24T15:57:00.960-04:00Is that the SUN I see?It feels fabulous to see the sunshine! I am so excited. Mikaela and I are breaking out the sidewalk chalk in a few minutes, as soon as we finish cleaning up around the house. YAY for spring, even if it is a *month* late!<br /><br />AND, even more exciting in the land of Tiffany...I broke out the summer clothes. For Mikaela, this means shorts and tshirts and flip flops. I swore off shorts long ago, however, and for me it just means capris and flops of many colors. I was so excited to try on a pair of pants, that I couldn't even *button* last fall, and now they're a little LOOSE! YAY for losing 14 pounds!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-3363333791677026372009-04-12T22:17:00.005-04:002009-04-12T22:33:05.044-04:00Happy Easter!So. I forgot the camera when we went to my grandmother's (or Big Granny, to all the greats) and got NO pictures of Mikaela and all her cousins there. What Mikaela did get, however, was a crapton of candy and a splinter. Yep. First one ever. My cousin was able to remove it after many minutes of splinter surgery, though, and I am pleased to report that Mikaela's big toe will suffer no lasting harmful effects!<br /><br />I *did* remember the camera when we went to Aunt KK's, but of course, Mikaela promptly spilled ketchup down her dress and went hunting for eggs dressed in what was a sundress two Easter's ago, but now is shirt length and a skirt from last summer. We do have some pretty funny pictures of that, though. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323997749317521778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9b0ZdsCfiYCbjVkt7UEsYV8asRwGUtdSNcyy7CqUIbqQHG5CzMe1ABGLh6d6vW-xLTZvd6QPN0BQeiuToRzrslCn8zjBiah60uuR2EfEQKBs1E6ms2PdU_UELPk2xw0quQkaklMA9edVz/s320/easter+002.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323997129333600130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxmAFs12YiU93LB0drC3PuYUJ8fwYsoIdKsylTG1uabLzysyx96mYMxg76RBM8QC6LHoEWwESPazCLawR0lM4kc9rroB1XjIDeYc0Ud9Ru629iFg8o2BJjyjxT3oz-DZxsNH2t-C-DNi3/s320/easter+008.jpg" border="0" /><br />So, all in all we had a great day. Have I mentioned that Mikaela doesn't like the Easter bunny? We just don't even talk about him, after last year when she was SO insistent that she didn't want the Easter bunny in her house and that her Easter basket and treats were from Mommy and Daddy, thankyouverymuch.<br /><br />So. Back to work tomorrow. Have a great week!<br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-81517260644401951522009-04-08T17:52:00.002-04:002009-04-08T17:56:36.128-04:00Randomosity.I love LOVE my new job. I'm not fully coded yet though, which means there's still stuff I'm not able to do (like teller). But, opening accounts is cool.<br /><br />I miss my kid. I haven't seen her much this week and I'm stressing out over it. But, I am OFF on Sunday, which means we can snuggle in together for the whole Easter thing and have a ball! We're going to do plastic eggs for any hunts, but of course we're going to dye some for eating, as well. I promised her we'd put some buttercups in the dye and see if they changed color.<br /><br />I've lost 8 pounds! yay me!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-55002868499471740512009-03-25T00:13:00.003-04:002009-03-25T00:17:53.932-04:00Kids aren't oblivious.I've noticed a definite change in Mikaela's behavior lately. Prior to two weeks ago, we were noticing marked improvement in the 'troublesome three' arena. Less whiney-bum, more self-sufficient big kid. She kept her ears turned on more than 50% of the day and was reasonable. <br /><br />However, since we've had our schedules screwed up because of Sam's dad's illness, she's backpedalled. She's once again quick tempered, whiny, needy and unreasonable. <br />I feel bad for her. Because, really, we've been so focused on Sam's dad, how he's feeling (and how everyone else is handling it), that we've totally missed the fact that she's old enough now to *understand* things.<br />No three year old should have to wonder if the grandparent being carried to an ambulance is going to join 'Gramma in Heaven.' <br />I feel terrible that she witnessed it, and even more badly that we've neglected to try to explain things to her.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-13318652413086299832009-03-24T22:00:00.002-04:002009-03-24T22:02:47.186-04:00Workin' mama.Oh, how lovely. And how terrifyingly sad.<br /><br />I have a *gulp* J.O.B.<br />I thought this day would never come. I thought I'd simply exist as Mommy, forever and ever and ever...but, just as I was finally sinking into that, getting a groove going with the whole SAHM thing...I get a REAL JOB!<br /><br />Too bad it's not teaching. THAT would've really spun me round.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-67096804694944641342009-03-19T12:41:00.004-04:002009-03-19T12:47:54.354-04:00How do you want to die?What a harsh, harsh question. Nobody likes to think of their own mortality. Everyone talks a lot about what they want to accomplish while they're living, and what's waiting for them after they're gone. No one wants to ponder the transition between the two.<br /><br />However, recent events have started a strange train of thought in my head. I've realized how important--and how kind-- it is to think of these things WAY before any decisions must be made in the heat of the moment. <br /><br />There are no cut-and-dry answers here. It all comes down to your wishes. Don't just leave it to chance that your loved ones would make the same decisions you would, should they ever have to choose for you. <br /><br />Talk to them, often. Make them clear about what your wishes are about things like ventilators, artificial nutrition, when (and when NOT) to resuscitate. This is your life, and they're your decisions to make. Please make them, and make them legal. <br /><br />No child wants to be left with the reality that they made the 'dying decision' in a parent's life. It's not fair to anyone.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-37402134662582714672009-03-11T02:16:00.002-04:002009-03-11T02:21:41.600-04:00Silly Sleep PatternsFor some reason, I'm having a really hard time getting to bed at an acceptable hour lately. Not because I'm *needed* at all hours in the morning, but because I just can't sleep. Of course this sucks in the mornings...Mikaela of course needs supervision! But I still just can't get to be before 2 or 3 am. I'm hoping if I take some Simply Sleep, it'll straighten out. I'm hoping to get back into a good routine. I'm trying, you see, to become somewhat productive. Hard to do on 4 hours sleep.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-6810484209694316452009-03-09T12:25:00.002-04:002009-03-09T12:35:55.479-04:00The Unintentional Co-Sleeper.When Mikaela was born, had anyone asked whether or not we'd co-sleep, I would've laughed right out loud. No. Way. We had a bassinet (that she refused to sleep in) and that was as close as she'd come to our bed. She slept well on her own after the first month, and slept through the night at 9 weeks. We didn't need to co-sleep.<br /><br />When we moved her into her toddler bed at 18 mos, nothing changed. She liked having a 'big girl' bed, and we had no trouble getting her to sleep at night. This was also the time she began having night terrors, which were terrible for ME, but she didn't remember them at all. She'd have one, I'd sit by her bed and talk to her calmly until it passed. She couldn't stand being touched during one of them, and seeing that glassy look in her eyes made me ache so badly for something to STOP it. <br /><br />She got a twin sized bed when she turned two and things were just peachy until she turned 3. Over the summer, however, she's gotten into the habit of sneaking into our bed at least 4 nights a week.<br /><br />At first, Sam and I grumbled over the lack of space, the fact that we woke up sweating from the heat her little body put off, and the fact that no matter how many times we put her back in her own bed, she managed to wake up in ours. <br /><br />However. I learned a lot about my girl from all this. For instance, before this, I didn't know she wakes up smiling and ready to snuggle every morning. I missed her sleepy smiles and sweet hugs every morning for 3 years! Imagine what I would've missed if she hadn't sneaked into our bed!<br /><br />I also get more sleep when she's with me. If I wake up at 8, and she's still sleeping, I can sleep for a little while too. If I wake up at 8, and she's not with me, I get up to check on her, which invariably wakes her up as well. (and it solves the mini-heart attack I had the other morning, when I woke up at ~10~ and realized she wasn't up yet...)<br /><br />Know what else? Now that I've become used to those morning smiles and snuggles, I miss them terribly. Mikaela spent last night at her Aunt KK's, and it was everything I could do not to jump up and run over there this morning, just for my snuggles.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-19873041425177267952009-03-06T11:45:00.003-05:002009-03-06T11:46:55.971-05:00the BEST part of cooking.I like to cook, generally. But then everyone has bad days and sometimes, those days make you look at your kitchen in disgust and take your traitorous hiney on to the local drive-thru.<br /><br />I felt like this last night. But, as drive-thrus aren't diet-friendly, I opted for cooking, anger-management style.<br /><br />It's funny how thrilling and calming it can be to beat crackers into teeny, tiny, crumbling submission.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-27086182403538930272009-03-05T19:39:00.003-05:002009-03-06T12:05:10.466-05:00A trip down memory lane.A recent <a href="http://www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com">CakeWrecks</a> post got me thinking of cartoons from when I was young. And-oddly-it seems that many people missed these great pieces of tv history. So, I'm on a mission to resurrect them just for those people (er...person...well, just you, Linds!)<br /><br />Remember this one?<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFv5TLb7220&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFv5TLb7220&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Gummi Bears! Bouncing here and there and everywhere!<br /><br />Or how about this one?<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pexVTVMkt8c&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pexVTVMkt8c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I TOLD you it was real! It came on with Capt. Kangaroo! <br /><br />Here's one I bet you had toys to go with:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ld_zlbrz18&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ld_zlbrz18&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And, last in this episode of Flashback 2 the 80s:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7TTk_0XYn4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7TTk_0XYn4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm, er, proud to admit that my own child has gleefully driven around a purple-haired creature in a carrot car with cookie wheels.<br /><br />Somehow, after watching these, it makes me sad for her. Wubbzy and Dora just don't cut it.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-22148174707095247782009-03-05T16:33:00.003-05:002009-03-05T16:46:38.406-05:00It's Spring! well, a girl can wish, right?It certainly feels that way outside. I'm sitting here, dog at my feet (because he's always there, always, even in the bath) and I'm waiting for Mikaela to wake up for sleepy, after-nap snuggles. It's wonderful outside. Makes me get the itch to start buying new flip flops and sunglasses already.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm still struggling with NOT teaching. I really, really, want to teach again this year. I'm hoping to get that opportunity (third times a charm, right?) I miss the kids, the people, the feel...I miss walking into a classroom and knowing that the time I spend there makes a difference.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sam and I are making every effort to save as much money as possible. We're planning a garden, with his brother and sister, since Deon and I know how to put up produce now. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE the fact that we each have about a million quarts of tomatoes from last year? Anyway, anybody with some good knowledge of raising a veggie garden, I'm all ears. I'm anxious to start planning it well, because I'd like to space everything out so that it all doesn't come in at the same time. That would be a canning nightmare!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Angie's got me making angel costumes for a play at church the end of this month. They're surprisingly easy, which is such a good thing, seeing as I have three more to make by the 22nd.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have a new nephew, JD. He's perfect. He was born Feb. 13, and has already gained over a pound! Here's a pic of him and Mikaela. This was taken right after her marvelous rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star:<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309822407669824850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-lv_dwUAOcFMQXc9ltTQlFJtq7NzqUTMjnCP39OybRUISeZiaFq-WKP2hefNuhIFkcsGPtDSdDn1ApRprZSvRIlkqnyimpp9Xfd996F38p0nZvT10iUWbHJt0SbRs2hyklOIqdcCFM-7/s320/l_cea19cd5fd2a48b8b03323a3f8268a2d.jpg" />Sorry about the smile. She's reached that age where she's aware she needs to smile for the camera, so it's not quite natural, lol.</p><p>I also have a new 'niece', Misty's daughter Ky. She's gorgeous! I need to get a few good pics of her and Mikaela together next time they're down.</p><p>Of course, all these babies have Mikaela asking for one of her own. Well, three of her own actually. A girl for Mikaela, A girl for Mommy, and a boy for daddy. And now, when she wants to talk about her boobies (and what three year old doesn't?) she doesn't call them 'boobies', she calls them 'those things where babies eat!'. And I'm proud of that, that she realizes that's what they're for and it's no big deal to her.</p><p>So, as winter winds down, this is where I find myself.<br /></p>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-65531078415961138162009-01-07T19:42:00.002-05:002009-01-07T20:02:37.534-05:00Help Fight This Monster!Through following others' blogs and webpages, I've been touched by many, many children fighting cancer.<br /><br />Today, two more earned their wings.<br /><br />I am certain that the world is crying, and heaven rejoicing, at the passing of Dante and Coleman. I won't post any more than their names, so that their families have more privacy, but I'm sure that many of you are aware of their stories.<br /><br />There are many, many things we can do to help this cause.<br /><br />The first one is to pray. Pray for the children facing this disease. Pray for their families. Pray for the doctors trying to find a cure. Pray that the government allows research that will help, and that they find funding for it.<br /><br />You can also sign up on the Bone Marrow Registry. You swab your cheek with a couple qtips, send it in, and then you're registered. If there's ever a match, you'll be contacted and things will progress from there. There is a cost to become a donor (to cover the cost of tissue typing), but at times the registry offers free registration, or there are sponsors to cover the costs. If you can't afford it (and I know how hard time are right now) watch the site for one of those times.<br /><a href="http://www.marrow.org">www.marrow.org</a><br /><br />Contact your senators, representatives, etc. Let them know you want to support this cause. No child should die from this monster!<br /><br />Vote to ask Obama this question:<br />"Childhood cancer is the #1 killer disease of our kids: 46 are diagnosed & 7 die each day. Additional funding is needed for research into better treatment options. Will you include funding in your budget to prioritize research to save our kids?"<br />To do this, go to<a href="http://change.gov/page/content/openforquestions20081229/"> http://change.gov/page/content/openforquestions20081229/</a><br />You will need to create an account, but it's quick.<br />Sign in, and search 'childhood cancer'.<br />This question will be the first pulled up. Click on the checkmark to vote for the question. DON'T ask your own question, vote for this one. We need it answered.<br /><br />If you have time, you can give it, as well. Volunteer at your local hospitals. If you're crafty, you can make hats, blankets, lovies, etc. for the kids going through chemo or worse.<br /><br />Just do what you can.<br /><br />Cancer sucks.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-9115005247508940712009-01-06T21:59:00.002-05:002009-01-06T22:07:04.317-05:00Bittersweet.You'd think, with all this extra time on my hands and all that...that my house would be spotless.<br /><br />Well, it's not. It's not any different from when I was actually working-I haven't replaced my job as a teacher by cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Although Sam probably wishes I would, I don't devote any more time to those domestic tasks now than before.<br /><br />My time, of course, is taken up being Mommy. Less and less mommy, more and more 'Mom' or 'Mama'.<br /><br />I have literally watched my child grow right before my eyes. She's taller, smarter, more <span style="font-style: italic;">herself </span>every single day. She's developing like, dislikes, wants every second. Why, <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>oh why, would I want to miss that by hiding behind a mop?<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, the laundry and the dishes get done.<br /><br />Today, however, Mikaela told me that she didn't want to grow up. She wants to stay little forever, and play with her friends at the daycare.<br /><br />For some reason, that made me see the future so much more clearly. My child is growing up. Kindergarten is just around the corner, and after that...well, visions of prom dresses, graduation caps and wedding veils abound.<br /><br />With that in my future, a load of laundry left undone, unopened mail on the table...it just doesn't seem like such a big deal after all.<br /><br />Candy Land and Elefun are much more productive ways to spend time with my daughter.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-36490510877428963112008-09-13T18:38:00.006-04:002008-09-13T18:52:29.891-04:00Starting EarlyToday, there was an annual festival in my hometown. I took the kiddo to see the parade, and we wandered a bit to see all the booths. We talked about getting her face painted. My dad told her she should get a monkey, because she was one. Mikaela, of course, thought this was hysterical. An hour later, when we made our way to that particular booth, guess what she asked for? That's right. A Monkey!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHpoVLqfXLwIKn5D9cFzZb-pRCeYUwaoVVX7CfM-Fj8k7ukj3msv-I9sDkkfERoIvYtxcxRp3n4gmrAt-X659kmFqZmxgMbz8g3qssYEOo1VCTfBswmLJvkJhKVi9dfbJtyeaFSvJgfcJ/s1600-h/DSCF0984.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHpoVLqfXLwIKn5D9cFzZb-pRCeYUwaoVVX7CfM-Fj8k7ukj3msv-I9sDkkfERoIvYtxcxRp3n4gmrAt-X659kmFqZmxgMbz8g3qssYEOo1VCTfBswmLJvkJhKVi9dfbJtyeaFSvJgfcJ/s320/DSCF0984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245640930990864146" border="0" /></a><br />So, after face-painting, we were on to the mini-makeover booth. Hair styles, fingernail polish, and kiddy makeup. Mikaela was in HEAVEN. As we're standing in line, waiting our turn, this woman walks up, admires the kids, and then makes a comment about how they're 'starting them younger and younger.'<br /><br />Which got me thinking...are we? Certainly my daughter started this younger than *I* did, but then, I was a tomboy for a long time.<br /><br />My kid loves that girly girl stuff. I don't know why, she just does. From the first time she saw me use nail polish or lipgloss, she's been addicted. She'll put it on and grin real big, asking, "Am I bootiful?'. Of course, she also asks if she's bootiful with spaghetti sauce covering her from ear to ear.<br /><br />But anyway, the lady got me wondering...how much faster do kids grow up today?Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-60166174195309556142008-09-05T10:42:00.002-04:002008-09-05T11:01:05.216-04:00Dancing Walrus<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxR8XY30EAl3XjQ0PlvsHJ6zwBFdHrTdTZW4IT_PqkQdzvrzZ_IXjLsotfxyh9kUiRWiQEdRqJ33SWsO6np' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This was emailed to me by a friend. It can also be found on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/">YouTube.</a></p>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-66158565121416571582008-09-03T02:12:00.003-04:002008-09-03T02:17:21.596-04:00Yearbook Yourself<a href="http://yearbookyourself.com/">http://yearbookyourself.com/</a><br /><div>Try out your pic in different decades. Here's a few of mine.</div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZ-k6I7H-pK_AkLtvrys1lFwNnuEqQ-hsF9hGMZtrm94Yf-1leYzXU9-1vmrX7ceIhS8_phMzJVzVLnZRG6hzlREo-c97KEWm366a8JOkXjxo02rWXn2IhGhFiZIuJ0eGG1xVSxD08ojo/s1600-h/me1978"></a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboUuWSpr5clyZK_ueSQVMLK1dy0sJn5STfJIoGrhj4OVaWXtj849BfuJ03HdEu6j7X8Bh-RThxrsN_hODshrs_Ncy4FyzzHKe1ALB5ZGKRdQ9KeEcK7mb7YoC2btJPdGK0J5HIiW4aJM0/s1600-h/me1960"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241674958931653138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboUuWSpr5clyZK_ueSQVMLK1dy0sJn5STfJIoGrhj4OVaWXtj849BfuJ03HdEu6j7X8Bh-RThxrsN_hODshrs_Ncy4FyzzHKe1ALB5ZGKRdQ9KeEcK7mb7YoC2btJPdGK0J5HIiW4aJM0/s320/me1960" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZ-k6I7H-pK_AkLtvrys1lFwNnuEqQ-hsF9hGMZtrm94Yf-1leYzXU9-1vmrX7ceIhS8_phMzJVzVLnZRG6hzlREo-c97KEWm366a8JOkXjxo02rWXn2IhGhFiZIuJ0eGG1xVSxD08ojo/s1600-h/me1978"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241674965202907250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZ-k6I7H-pK_AkLtvrys1lFwNnuEqQ-hsF9hGMZtrm94Yf-1leYzXU9-1vmrX7ceIhS8_phMzJVzVLnZRG6hzlREo-c97KEWm366a8JOkXjxo02rWXn2IhGhFiZIuJ0eGG1xVSxD08ojo/s320/me1978" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQAycRqTqhMhduDm66ygwcANuwB2QWWAEzDQcmhuW9ume5j2MqcZ_5_3ypS0sRQQ4rqzAyQgALpecPqyb0nD23stHN4pDxE_uVaUQQkKZLYKobvYpjFx88ZgtuigkPVXtJikhxhM76lW0/s1600-h/me1966"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241674960411457106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQAycRqTqhMhduDm66ygwcANuwB2QWWAEzDQcmhuW9ume5j2MqcZ_5_3ypS0sRQQ4rqzAyQgALpecPqyb0nD23stHN4pDxE_uVaUQQkKZLYKobvYpjFx88ZgtuigkPVXtJikhxhM76lW0/s320/me1966" border="0" /></a></p>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-27065349632571554492008-09-03T00:16:00.003-04:002008-09-03T00:20:47.898-04:00Two-Third's Year RevolutionOk, see. I'm terrible at keeping promises to myself. New Year's Resolutions last about 2 hours for me.<br /><br />So, here it is September. (sigh. bye bye, swimming pools...water games...long days...). Anyway, today, I decided to make a new promise, not only to myself, but to Sam and Mikaela, as well.<br /><br />I promise to not eat out more than once each week.<br /><br />Egads. That means I'm responsible for ensuring 20 meals a week!<br /><br />Well. It's really pretty easy to pour cereal or make instant oatmeal.<br /><br />But. I'm on a mission to find AFFORDABLE, yet HEALTHY meals. Mac and cheese with hot dogs, while a classic, just doesn't seem to fit both conditions.<br /><br />The canned food will help.<br /><br />So, I'll keep you updated. And, should you happen to see me in a drive-thru...stop me.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-26627855146524295742008-08-30T22:18:00.003-04:002008-08-30T22:24:52.581-04:00Bia's Blankets<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdbOdXQs7lZah2aliEkUswImUIUIj288MMSaAZYHU3AtJuWYOedMDaKV5WBcFkrumcL22uEOMq4Nkhmu0GGGT0Zn5KNczXV-rkRcQC30v00luNiCahKS5C2LrcMJtejBkPYwXp1db1kFC/s1600-h/bbs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240501862319637458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdbOdXQs7lZah2aliEkUswImUIUIj288MMSaAZYHU3AtJuWYOedMDaKV5WBcFkrumcL22uEOMq4Nkhmu0GGGT0Zn5KNczXV-rkRcQC30v00luNiCahKS5C2LrcMJtejBkPYwXp1db1kFC/s320/bbs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>I just wanted to point y'all in their direction. Handmade, crocheted blankets made by my best friend in the world. You pick color, pattern, border. It's a fledgling company, and I'm sure there's so much more to come!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/biasblankets">www.myspace.com/biasblankets</a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a class="photo_image" id="ctl00_cpMain_UserViewPictureControl_ImageListings1_dlImageList_ctl03_hypImage" title="Bia's Blankets - All Photos - Photo 4 of 4" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=409448121&albumID=0&imageID=963515"></a></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-59512210800158786212008-08-28T23:37:00.002-04:002008-08-28T23:44:29.313-04:00CayleeI have, with closed eyes and faithful heart, been praying for Caylee Anthony. For weeks. I have not followed closely the news stories, because, to be quite honest, they make me want to put on my *1* pair of stillettos, tramp down to Fla., and stomp on her mother. Hard.<br /><br />But anyway. I am, like most of America, now forced to admit that Caylee is probably with God at this point. It infuriates me. She reminds me very much of my daughter. Again, the stillettos pop into my mind.<br /><br />I just wanted you to be aware that there are options. There are safe-haven laws for newborns. In Nebraska, this goes all the way up to age 19. There's adoption (which, reportedly, Casey Anthony wanted, until her mother dissuaded her from that path. Stupid woman. Caylee could've been with people who wanted and adored her.) There's help to be had.<br /><br />Perhaps Casey was suffering from some undiagnosed, untreated form of PPD or PPP. THERE WAS HELP. Grandmother is an RN, surely she would've recognized the signs?<br /><br />Anyway. I just wanted to put this out there. If you, or someone you know, is faced with an unwanted pregnancy or overwhelming parenthood, there are options. No life should end like Caylee's.<br /><br />And Caylee, whether you are on earth or in heaven, sleep well, baby girl.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-60156528813366086222008-08-28T18:30:00.001-04:002008-08-28T18:32:19.000-04:00HOW?See, my child is the normal, inquisitive preschooler.<br />Except, she had to make this stage different.<br />Instead of why, she asks HOW.<br />incessantly.<br /><br />Me: Mikaela, put on your shoes.<br />M: How?<br />Me: Because we're leaving.<br />M:How?<br />Me:To go to the ....(insert proper noun here).<br />M:How?<br />Me:In the car.<br />M:How?<br />Me: Oh, for heaven's sake....<br />M: Whaaaat? Whaaat did you say Mommy? Grandma is in heaven. Can we go see her?<br />Me: No, we can't go see her until we die. Then we'll see her, but a long long time from now.<br />M:How?Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-43049539457207603952008-08-28T18:11:00.005-04:002008-08-29T11:37:19.649-04:00That Feeling You GetYou know the one I'm talking about, moms. Yeah, you do. Come on, now. Think reallllly hard. Somewhere, in the darkest recesses of your mind, you remember.<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm talking about that feeling you get when you leave the salon with a really great haircut. You know, that feeling that makes you forget that the last time you spent doing the same thing uninterrupted for 3 hours you were in labor. That feeling that makes you overlook the baby pudge left on your belly and the spilled skittles in your purse. That feeling that when your stylist pulls the wax off your brows, she's pulling a little bit of the humdrum out with them, and it <em>almost</em> makes it worth the pain.<br /><br /><br /><br />I live for these feelings. They don't happen very often, because we all know that they're very quickly followed by the guilt that comes from spending three hours away from your child and a lot of money on your hair. (wonder how many outfits/diapers/movies/toys/etc I could've bought with that $87?)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239697073061253922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3JaB2-v5NBLucwWoXsHdeB4YZdZGEYoDNHmYj8rh1bQ_mrHMiAd6kVHjzpsqndQ9np2cgFtZc5T3eq7G1btVgIKXJOqhZCJ4GN-63qbGzdwnrBSaYZ9odPaiNayZlD5Z75fUaHIuPcrm/s320/pool+009.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />I'm taking back that feeling. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't again let more than 6 weeks go by between haircuts. I hate having to wait so long that neither the stylist nor I can remember exactly what that great cut looked like. No, I probably won't be able to pay to have the foils every time. But that's OK. Just having someone else take care of me for a while makes it all worth it!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-66995187897477792632008-08-26T13:18:00.003-04:002008-08-26T13:24:56.322-04:00MemoryThe car door slams, and the gravel crunches underfoot as I begin to pound down the lane. the car behind me, mahogany, shiny in the sunlight, urges me on in a mock race. I don't know, yet, that Mam's slippered foot won't touch the gas on the way down. I am still blissfully unaware of her benevolent cheating in our customary game. <br /><br />The distant buzz of the baler sings in my ears, and I know that Pap is just over the hill. Rays of sunlight ricochet off the aluminum-covered corn, challenging me to hold their gaze. The birds won't win this year.<br /><br />I slow, tired, and stoop with my elbows on my knees. I've startled the cat, and she sulks out from under the gate, her wet paws telling the tale of her latest attempt at the minnows in the pond. She's lost in the irises, the sea of colors releasing the heady scent that assails my nostrils. <br /><br />I climb the porch, my gaze on the new blooms on the cherry tree. My mouth puckers in anticipation of the tart fruit. I rest on the big rock that doubles as stepping stone. Here, just here, I am peaceful. I am at rest.<br /><br />It's not home, not physically. This is where the oldest part of my soul belongs.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-18653296379282360312008-08-23T09:58:00.003-04:002008-08-23T10:03:06.121-04:00Encourage Walking...FIX THE SIDEWALKS!This morning, I had to take the car in for new brakes. I had no ride home, so I popped Mikaela in the stroller and away we went. I was APALLED at the condition Stanford's sidewalks are in. The irony of it is that they spent soo much money 4 years ago updating main street. Which is all well and good, but aside from the drug store and the courthouse, and the churches, there's very little need to actually walk there. So, there are fantastic sidewalks that stay fantastic because it's 'historic Main Street'. They're very rarely used.<br /><br />I enjoyed the walk. Mikaela likes being outside, and she's very friendly. She wanted to walk up to every house to 'meet the girls who live here.'<br />Unfortunately, she was very thirsty by the time we got home. She had juice with her, but every time she'd start to take a drink, we'd hit a crack or grass patch and it would spill all over her. That's when we actually had sidewalk to use. AND-the thing that bothers me most-the intersections don't have a break in the curb. Do you know how awkward and time consuming it is to lift a stroller up onto a curb like that? I'm paranoid that, on our way back to pick up the car, a distracted driver is going to come too close for comfort.<br /><br />It seems to me, with gas prices and obesity rates, that places would start doing what they can to encourage their citizens to be more active. They should start with the sidewalks.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7540597389093269004.post-2355307401168390412008-08-23T00:29:00.003-04:002008-08-23T00:39:33.285-04:00I feel like I'm in a time warp.Yeah, I know. It's starting to be 'hip' to be organic, close to the earth. My SIL and I have started doing some canning. She, because she thinks the world's going to go crazy this winter and the grocery stores will be empty. Me, because I like the taste of fresh food in the winter, and it won't taste like aluminum.<br /><br />Anyway. In the last two weeks, we've bought:<br /><ul><li>6 boxes of tomatoes. This ended up being around 55 quarts canned, and 6 jelly jars of tomato jam (don't knock it til you've tried it!)</li><li>2 bushels of apples. That's a lot of freakin' apple butter. </li><li>A bushel of green beans. Snap, snap, string, repeat...</li><li>2 bags of peaches. Peach butter is...pretty similar to apple butter.</li><li>10 dozen ears of corn. 10 dozen. That's 120 ears of corn. To shuck, silk, cut, and cream. It only made 11 quarts. And, that stuff gets in your eyes. It burns. Oi, does it burn.</li><li>4 quart boxes of new potatos. </li></ul><p><br />Word to the wise, here: Canning involves boiling water. Boiling water may cause second degree burns through two layers of clothing. I'm sorry, nephew-in-law.</p><p>I've also discovered something about my child: she enjoys raw corn. Immensely. I considered, briefly, placing a fence around the corn as I prepared it. I'm pretty sure she ran off with a few ears, though. </p><p>So, should the shelves go bare, rest assured that there will be food in the house of Scharbrough. Anybody have any good recipes for tomatoes, green beans, new potatoes, and apple butter? Hmm?</p><p>OH! And, thanks to Misty, I've learned how to crochet. I told you, I feel like I'm connecting with the past. </p><p>Just call me half-pint.</p><p> </p>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15920146707887551050noreply@blogger.com0