tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61939796539775585262024-03-04T20:35:21.705-08:00TiffylouTiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-33361781158489136122008-10-06T11:12:00.001-07:002008-10-06T11:16:58.210-07:00Maya's poem revisitedI've probably posted this poem 2 or 3 times on a blog. Today the poem was forwarded to me by one of my best friends in Toronto. And it came through the wire at a moment when my heart was clenched and my head was pained with confusion and unfinished to-dos. So I am posting it here to remind myself of the simple wisdom contained in the poem's stanza. Simple, honest and full of a plain strength:<br /><br />'MAYA ANGELOU'S' <br /><br />BEST POEM EVER <br /><br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .. <br />enough<br />money within her control to move out<br />and rent a place of her own,<br />even if she never wants to or needs to... <br /><br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE . <br />something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour... <br /><br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .. <br />a youth she's content to leave behind.... <br /><br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... <br />a past juicy<br />enough that she's looking forward to<br />retelling it in her old age.... <br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... <br />a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra... <br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... <br />one friend who always makes her laugh.. and one who lets her cry... <br /><br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .. <br />a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family... <br /><br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... <br />eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, <br />and a recipe for a meal, <br />that will make her guests feel honored... <br /><br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... <br />a feeling of control over her destiny.. <br /><br /> <br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... <br />how to fall in love without losing herself.. <br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... <br />how to quit a job, <br />break up with a lover, <br />and confront a friend without; <br />ruining the friendship... <br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... <br />when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY... <br /><br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... <br />that she can't change the length of her calves, <br />the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. <br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... <br />that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over... <br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... <br />what she would and wouldn't do for love or more... <br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.... <br />how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it... <br /><br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. . <br />whom she can trust, whom she can't, <br />and why she shouldn't take it personally... <br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... <br />where to go... <br />be it to her best friend's kitchen table.. <br />or a charming Inn in the woods.... <br />when her soul needs soothing... <br /><br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. <br />What she can and can't accomplish in a day... <br />a month...and a year...Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-53019379044620133052008-09-25T21:13:00.000-07:002008-09-25T21:14:51.410-07:00Sun Salutation<img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2889382864_d8c069731c.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/2889382250_65bb3ba299.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3286/2888548429_14bac3ed02.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2889379660_2c619b25d0.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/2889379476_f22f025e37.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2889379302_8d69e55408.jpg?v=0">Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-86167103331282772002008-09-25T20:52:00.001-07:002008-12-09T10:08:26.684-08:00Candyland TimeIf I lose enough weight I will exchange my wardrobe for fantasy land (Betsy Johnson style).<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv1HrABxBnZAzlMDpnpXrd-MsVJatGSLBDXZvMbi9BRDDhn4IDR1WlGyi6grLVE2XqRga6O2fMXca7h7SUnLgcnaUCSoXD6h6OYO2hKse1njyORqtghtmSlR9IG9JEZ8RJtLE4sU0QRGk/s400/betsy+johnson.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l181/l2mack/BetsyJohnson2.jpg"><br /><br 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src="http://www.betseyjohnson.com/store/ProductImages/details/5661_black_l.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://www.betseyjohnson.com/store/ProductImages/details/5682_black_l.jpg">Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-12609043864983095892008-09-25T20:19:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:08:27.326-08:00Amazing glamour shots<img src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/0/3772/50_2007/02rd8_0.xlarger.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/0/3772/50_2007/04gx7_0.xlarger.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/0/3772/50_2007/011fd0_0.xlarger.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Pink-music-03.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/vf-leibovitz.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://www.clooneystudio.com/vanity_fair_nov_2006_outtakes/thumbnails/400x300/vf1106-outtake001.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGt8fqppjSDSJx-GfgIXwsfnyP9edzI0QiIakIi1_GditmAbHAa53SBGAe0_HLRaXY7M97g4tYWED-WVB_jwghaMKPWCMo3H90-casFo6JfgrUox5eE0DUWcA7AA7F6grUUVSvDmu4MnF/s320/nicole-kidman-serious-sexy.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00335/Kiera_Knightly_Aton_335432a.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://lh5.google.com/xoplayboy/R9Rt5Uhfa1I/AAAAAAAAFIw/v2sJSqkjKr4/s400/52415_NataliePortmanMarieClaireMagazineApr2008114_123_90lo.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/gallery/anna_nicole_guess/anna_nicole_smith.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdX5CTMGtOQbK6dp49zHXM9434xY4-cUbi7oLRWNCl5WFyeaa1ZHRdSdhk5-2HR10JkatFZoLVtigx3tiv5N1D4VH7HUvnz-OtYjt4k6BaboWqJuYt7nU678ZYtufiQqHjaOLk6oOZNxc/s400/sasha+pivovarova.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSaZXDEmmIwAKIYRUcGU6cu-E52MNpL6nsrxz3Q-Pg42ZvqIcxTQtTVauhYocaamaOaF-JP7gYq0XtuCioDZnEM0JFJNZG5Z1X0ZY-nYmBhyphenhyphenwIPTGtpt0Pkk8fw56H5_9AXpu-lavueI/s400/skye+parrott2.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3081/2311268155_7f8fe41bd7.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Flyleaf-band-j12.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://atschool.eduweb.co.uk/rgshiwyc/school/curric/spanish/shakira/shakira.jpg">Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-17951907133662624262008-09-25T20:13:00.001-07:002008-09-25T20:13:33.908-07:00I'm slightly obsessed...with Muse, they rock!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHkQPOQ3EDg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed 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style="text-align: right; background: #000; font-size: 11px;"><div style="padding: 3px 6px 3px 6px;"><div style="float: left;"><a href="http://www.pinkspage.com" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-decoration:none; color: #FFF">Artist Site</a></div><a href="http://myplay.com/artists/pink" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-decoration:none; color: #FFF">More Videos</a></div></div></div>Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-6011796755510399222008-09-25T10:51:00.000-07:002008-09-25T15:59:11.877-07:00Decor ideas for my house<p>I am collecting pictures of household decor that I like, in order to fully remodel my house within my budget. Here are today's picks.</p><br /><br /><p>This recycled fence is adorable:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.re-nest.com/uimages/re-nest/fencefront91908.jpg" width="100%"></p><br /><br /><p>I like interior colors and lighting of this building:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/ny/natrona.gif" width="100%"></p><br /><br /><p>I love these dishes:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/ny/9-25-carolyne-roehm-1.jpg" width="100%"></p><br /><br /><p>I love these french doors and the side windows, perhaps in my kitchen:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.fivestaralliance.com/images_/hotel/1599_2_woodloch_fsa-g.jpg" width="100%"></p><br /><br /><p>I like the bed linens and the headboard:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.fivestaralliance.com/images_/hotel/1644_0_trump-chi_fsa-g.jpg" width="100%"></p><br /><br /><p>I like the sectional sofa:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.fivestaralliance.com/images_/hotel/1644_2_trump-chi_fsa-g.jpg" width="100%"></p><br /><br /><p>I like the green bookshelf:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.fivestaralliance.com/images_/hotel/1885_8_river-inn_fsa-g.jpg" width="100%"></p><br /><br />I like headboard and the oversized picture on the wall:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.fivestaralliance.com/images_/hotel/2037_4_hazelton_fsa-g.jpg" width="100%"></p><br /><br /><p>I think this picture is awesome!<br /><br /><img src="http://www.sauer-thompson.com/junkforcode/archives/StreetphotogrpahyDoisneau.jpg" width="100%"></p><br /><br /><p>Love the random picture assortment and the wall color:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/ny/9-18-mollybig.jpg" width="100%"></p><br /><br /><p>That's all for today!</p>Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-61429610576193666592008-09-20T15:15:00.000-07:002008-09-20T15:19:53.939-07:00The BadlandsSix photos from our trip to the Badlands August 2008.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2081/2871962905_92680cd5f7.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3102/2871962817_31f2001e92.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2871932551_879df83b78.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2872762664_8e08ae61bb.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2871932269_cab38ab088.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/2871932189_59797224cd.jpg?v=0" width="100%">Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-18846076368249817372008-09-20T15:11:00.000-07:002008-09-20T15:12:50.212-07:00Clair Voyant's Photo StreamClar Voyant has a beautiful Flickr gallery with an unusual collection of photographs.<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=59913" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"> <param name="flashvars" value="&offsite=true&intl_lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fclair_voyant%2Fshow%2Fwith%2F2178160570%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fclair_voyant%2Fwith%2F2178160570%2F&user_id=11794888@N05&jump_to=2178160570"></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=59913"></param> <param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=59913" bgcolor="#000000" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="&offsite=true&intl_lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fclair_voyant%2Fshow%2Fwith%2F2178160570%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fclair_voyant%2Fwith%2F2178160570%2F&user_id=11794888@N05&jump_to=2178160570" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-79243118951923854152008-09-19T14:43:00.001-07:002008-09-19T14:45:57.070-07:00Yahoo Pipes<script src="http://pipes.yahoo.com/js/imagebadge.js">{"pipe_id":"ODGWNJOG3RG1IqUurbQIDg","_btype":"image"}</script>Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-53162286594291571202008-09-14T18:03:00.000-07:002008-09-14T18:32:53.304-07:00On friends, wine, careers, and blessingsFriday night I met 2 old coworkers for chips, salsa, beer and pool at Baja Bean, and, later, dinner and wine at Avalon. Vivian charmingly gauked at the fru-fru entrees, chilled watermelon soup, duck confit with pesto, cuban corn with ancho aioli...not sure what that is...and I nearly licked the tomato base off a plate of roasted risotto. Karen, full of gracious energy that she portrays as tough and honest, but is more accurately described as beautiful and radiant, turns and says to me "I am happy now, because I am with you." And I am happy too, as we gush over a bottle of merlot/shiraz blend poured in white wine glasses, clanking against platters of fru-fru tapas. There are so many things to catch up on, a status update of an old workplace that hasn't changed, a campaign of tricks and celebrities, men who arn't man enough, and men we can not resist.<br /><br />I drove home giddy, full of nostalgia of friends forgotten and then found. I have become an entirely different person in the 4 months since starting a new career. I am more thoughtful, careful, slower, happier. I am a professional, I have hope. Everything is sweeter, these last days of summer when the leaves on the tree are ripened green with maximum degree of verdigris before exploding into the red and oranges of fall; the soft humming of Chloe as she colors a Tinkerbell book laying on the carpet in the living room, her feet kicking up in the air; I am happy, extraordinarily happy. And the more satisfied I am with this house, this job, this family, the more satisfied I am, the more I am given...so that I don't understand it anymore. Why am I so blessed? What have I done to deserve such a wonderful life?<br /><br />And the only way I know to give thanks is to give what I have to others. To smile at the clerk who sends me through the car wash, to add an extra $10 to the church where my daughter goes to daycare, to make mini lemon tarts for the guys at work (even if the tarts go untouched).<br /><br />Sunday night creeps up quickly. I am drinking whats left in the bottle of Smoking Loon. I am closer to finishing one of the few websites I still have in my queue, and thinking about what assignment to accept next. I have become selective about what I will create, and while this seems arrogant, it provides me with a sense of control and artistic specificity that can only come from a job that is not a necessity.<br /><br />Now the children are snuggled up, Payton with her American Doll named Josephina, and Chloe with her blanket tied in a knot under her arm as she sleeps in my bed on my pillow. I can still hear crickets chirp. I think I will miss the sound of crickets when winter comes.Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-38530128236114043692008-09-10T09:47:00.000-07:002008-09-10T10:51:15.743-07:00Greetings From Point PleasantI'm siiting in Jersey Mikes, the lunch establishment choice of the day. They are playing "Tequila Love Me" as I stare into a faded postcard sign of 1950s bikini model "Greetings from Point Pleasant New Jersey!" Diet Coke bubbles up my throat, the radio begins playing James Taylor and a pretty black girl drops her entire sandwich on the floor at my feet. I bend down to help her, as the deli guy starts preparing her a new meal.<br /><br />There are too few tables here, a line of students and suits creates a U on the wooden floor. It's chilly in here and my nose threatens to start dripping. Philly Steak hisses on the grill. Two men debate the negative aspects of owning a Prius. One says its worse that you have to wait 8 years to recoup the savings on gas versus the extra expense of owning a hybrid. "No no whats worse is what happens to all the hybrid batteries, when they are no longer useable." They conclude that biodeisel in heavens solution. I'd like to get more foot power technology in my life.<br /><br />My mind wonders into future seas: <i>What will become of me when I am too old to be a hip young designer? how do I become Betsy Johnson, Anne Lebowitz, or Barbara Berry?</i><br /><br />Can my waistline afford that cookie I want so badly? I suppose I better get up and share this table for four.<br /><br />The speakers are playing Jimmy Buffett's "Last Mango in Paris", one of my top 10 songs of all time: "I ate the last mango in Paris, took the last plane out of Saigon, i took a first class boat to china and jimmy there's still so much to be done."<br /><br />I'm packing up and staring intentionally at a blond across the restaurant because she looks like my cousing Katie, and I think she might be, so if I stare at her maybe it is Katie and she will recognize me and wave....or maybe she'll think I have no manners.<br /><br />"Greeting from Point Pleasant"Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-60619836378099496452008-09-09T11:43:00.000-07:002008-09-10T09:44:05.260-07:00Tuesday Lunch Time Rambling-OnsIm sitting in Harrison Street café, I love this place, so inspirational so motivational hmm not sure motivational is the proper word here….I am thinking, first, about Stephanie Meyer and her Twilight series, thinking, hey that could be me, I can write, I could come up with a sappy plot about teenage Romeo vampire meets normal Juliet human girl. But I didn’t come up with this. Stephanie did. I read she is 34 and suddenly I have a clock ticking in my head as though all good ideas, inspirations and will-to-finish will evaporate at a certain point. As though my time and ability in that time to create is limited. I am rushed and panicked. Or am I procrastinating, wandering until I stumble on the perfect conditions for writing. Perfect conditions such as the Harrison Street Café? Vegan menu, delicious ice tea, mild conversation from 20 somethings, and a dark booth staring out the enormous row house front. This place is marvelous. And how great would it be for Harrison Street Café to say “Tiffany wrote that big novel here in booth 24”. I could make this place world famous. Or perhaps their delicious tofu barbeque will do that for them before my fame. <br /><br />Secondly I am thinking Sarah Palin. She has pulled a lot of thoughts into my head lately. Thoughts that I like McCain, I like his integrity and his war heroism. I like less taxes and smaller government. I like that Palin is a working mom, just like me. But I also feel tremendous pressure to cast my vote carefully for the good of all women. And her pro-life agenda does not support women. It shames them and puts them in situations of desperation. Because the facts are, whether abortion is legal or not, women will be seeking to terminate unwanted pregnancies as they have since the beginning of time. We women have such a burden in motherhood, one that society judges us constantly. I don’t know Sarah, I just can’t take the future from women across our country. I just can’t deny them the right to succeed in life. As if our population wasn’t robust enough without unwanted children raised by unwilling, or poor, or young mothers. I just can’t condone any belief that would limit women’s ability to have choices.<br /><br />This place is dark, dimly lit, and I just heard the word “creativity” and “your making choices when your creating even if your imitating it will always have a different voice”, the top parts of the wall are painted terra cota, low hanging lights, dark wood paneling up to a chair rail, and the blissful light shining in the warehouse tall windows from Harrison Street. Magazines and books for review. Hooks for bags. Low harmonic music. My fullness overcomes me. And it is officially time to return to work.Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-14028592212840629102008-09-03T07:59:00.000-07:002008-09-03T08:10:52.878-07:00TwilightI just finished reading "New Moon" the second book in the Twilight series. Even though the book is written about teenagers I can't help but love the characters. It's a Romeo and Juliet story. Juliet is a normal girl like we all are, and Romeo is a hotty vampire. I like the book a lot and I think it's well written (slow in parts) but thoroughly enjoyable. This is the actress who plays the main character, Bella Swan. I like her hair color in this picture.<br /><br /><img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a217/rainbowsofdoom/kristen_stewart_1173995493.jpg" height="30%"><img src="http://www.freewebs.com/after-twilight/Twilight-177-large.jpg" height="30%"><br />And the vampire, Edward is played by the cute guy from Harry Potter, he is British and apparently had to dumb down his accent to sound like a yank. yeehaw. <br /><br />But what excites me most is the typography on the logo (yes, always the geek).<br /><img src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w32/asle-chan/Crepusculo/twilight-movie-logo.jpg" width="90%"><br /><br />Can't wait to see movie. 12.12.08Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-61743435826130442102008-08-17T19:41:00.000-07:002008-08-21T20:25:05.008-07:00Sculpture Park<img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2786001708_076e4b4140.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/2786086384_798f7e9868.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3054/2786086342_444920b3fd.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2785232513_646bc40603.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/2786086206_98c5eed161.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3016/2786086136_a1a178b75e.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/2785232315_39208ac678.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3239/2786086020_d51041079b.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2786085894_898f913e5d.jpg?v=0" width="100%"><br />Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-46527669311839264492008-08-15T14:45:00.000-07:002008-08-15T14:52:26.455-07:00And we're off!<img src="http://justcreativedesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/photography/311294455_431a907f20_o.jpg" align="right" width="250px">Tomorrow morning at 4am I will packing my two little people in the car for a cross country excursion. I can't wait.<br /><br />We've been looking forward to this for weeks now, driving west, getting out into the open, visiting the wilderness of South Dakota, Wyoming, Utah... I can't believe the day is almost here. And I am so moved that I am able to show my children these things that my father showed me as child. The mudpots of yellowstone, the fossilized bones of the badlands, the great salt lake mountains. But best of all, is our planned stop to Nebraska City. I nearly tremble thinking about it! I grew up in Nebraska and we spent many days at the Arbor Farm in Nebraska City making cider, learning how bees make honey, and presenting our own shabby quilts at the 4-H fairs. And now I, as a full on grown up, get to revisit these warm spots so rich with memories. And I get to share this with kids of my own! I can't wait.Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-24774357850320298892008-08-14T14:56:00.000-07:002008-08-15T15:02:06.131-07:00Two fantastic websitesI adore these designs....feminine yet sturdy.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.twopaperdolls.com/portfolio"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2766612528_abf7887c14.jpg?v=0" width="90%"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.values.pl/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2765766319_43d1a24a68.jpg?v=0" width="90%"></a><br />I especially like the use of mixed media in this design. Hand drawn elements are the future for web design. They add a personal quality to an impersonal, over saturated internet.<br /><br />Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-54896134364261608292008-08-10T16:35:00.000-07:002008-08-10T16:46:56.865-07:00Sunday Evening UpdateIt is Sunday evening and I am listening to Howard Shore scores. It rained for a few minutes, heavy thudding drops, the thick full plops burst against my skylight, leaving a dramatic splatter, and an even more dramatic echo throughout the loft area.<br /><br />This weekend was surprisingly normal. I am working on making peace with normal. I doubt that all this self-induced drama is good for my future or my complexion.<br /><br />Yesterday I had my hair thinned out, still trying to recover from helmet hair courtesy of my last hair dresser. I have tragically perfect hair, how hard can it be to cut?<br /><br />I've nearly finished reading Twilight, which is fairly good for a teenage saga. I'm getting too old to read these sagas, and perhaps too old for the Miley Cyrus song I just uploaded to my iPod.<br /><br />Today I took a lovely picture of a pinecone in the grass. It was staring at me. Saying "wouldn't I make a lovely image?" and I said "I've heard that one before, and then you switch the lighting and textures, by the time your image gets onto my computer it's unfixable." But something told me to try once more. And I am glad I did. I'm rather happy with the outcome.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/2751538816_f698b795a8.jpg?v=0" width=100%><br /><br />Tomorrow means RedDot, and a full day of work. I'm excited to go in. I love my job. I only hope my boss thinks I am progressing as he hoped.<br /><br />One more week then it's road trip time. I am looking forward to the open road and the peace and quiet of the Black Hills.Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-1992953334098203782008-08-10T08:28:00.000-07:002008-08-10T16:33:44.460-07:00Payton's Birthday CakeThough we had her "friend's party" a week ago, today is the actual day of Payton's birthday. Today she is 10 years old. Double digits. She is the brightest star in my life. She is so full of natural kindness and selfless goodwill. I have never known a soul so pure. And I, at the age of 21, was entrusted to care for that angelic soul, and to try my best to keep the world from hardening her. A decade has past since her birth. I can't believe how time passes. And I can't believe how a beautiful child can become an even more beautiful person. <br /><br />Chris baked her a cocoa cake and made butter cream frosting. Payton decorated the cake herself and it was lovely!<br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3061/2750704965_be1e7a9482.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/2750705043_218b20cabe.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3011/2750705151_076eeb17a4.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3189/2750705107_7019d4e979.jpg?v=0"><br /><br />Happy Birthday Payton!Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-60447207130680847832008-08-09T16:22:00.000-07:002008-08-10T16:27:58.706-07:00Splendid GardenI am astounded, nearly to tears, seeing food grow from the soil in my backyard. Real, edible, plump vegetables. I watched them from seed to bloom, and I never tire of watching the tomatoes ripen on the vine. This display of nature bursting forth with and without the aid of a caring hand and plentiful garden hose, is a true miracle which our family has brought to life.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3059/2750704531_34a411f0fd.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2750704735_8ca7c067e2.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2751538578_dd37b3a73c.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/2750704801_3c29f3d447.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2750704599_d412a81244.jpg?v=0">Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-5818423852595076382008-08-08T16:17:00.000-07:002008-08-10T16:21:46.478-07:00The Wheelbarrow FireWe had a bonfire tonight, in a wheelbarrow in the backyard. Chris says we are true rednecks now! The fire burned up some brush I pulled out of the garden and lasted about 30 minutes. <br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2750703779_28453c4ca3.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2750703883_bb2496ef14.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2750703823_fb2e69d1de.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/2751537876_c205ba46b6.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2751537798_b3cb7a7a9c.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2751538064_0c5003c1d4.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2751538136_f856151edb.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/2750704307_17406ca11e.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3112/2751538200_ac7b601ff7.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2750704437_410d793755.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3007/2751538296_dd6fa92b28.jpg?v=0">Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-86556079947018048542008-08-06T16:13:00.000-07:002008-08-10T16:17:05.103-07:00Payton's PartyPayton had her 10th birthday party at the park with 500 of her friends this past weekend. It was a luau and so fun!<br /><br />I tried to boil eggs for the potato salad, but alas even this can be screwed up!<br><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/2750703705_e9871c279d.jpg?v=0"><br /><br />The luau begins!<br><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/2750703593_8a2042cd87.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2750703533_46f1ae6d81.jpg?v=0"><br /><br />Ryland, my nephew<br><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2750703653_739aac9fb6.jpg?v=0">Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-593068617538711742008-08-05T16:08:00.000-07:002008-08-10T16:13:25.129-07:00More Flowers!A trunk full of flowers!! (and a new garden hose!!!)<br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2751537304_9bc07a80cb.jpg?v=0"><br /><br />Oh the joy of black eyed susans! I saw a yellow finch perched on the bud of my flowers, feeding on the seeds.<br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2751537126_0fd0af0e95.jpg?v=0"><br /><br />This weekend I sprayed painted my lawn chairs to match the house! They turned out fantastic!<br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/2750703167_44904a93f8.jpg?v=0">Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-36265665728002042952008-08-05T15:55:00.000-07:002008-08-10T16:50:14.628-07:00These violent delights have violent endsYesterday I had to say goodbye to a huge part of my life. Something that brought me immeasurable joy has come to an end by my own doing. It was, in fact, a violent delight, but as is often coupled with such intense emotions, it frequently found me sobbing in private moments, circling parking lots in my car.<br /><br />It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden.<br />Romeo and Juliet, 2. 2<br /><br />The love which I loved with was not matched by my object of affection. It felt for me, the minimalist love to bring me hope that someday the bud would bloom. But such buds that lie dormant 3 years later wither in their bud state, and eventually turn towards a brighter sun.<br /><br />And I couldn't bear to see that happen.<br /><br />Tempt not a desperate man.<br />Romeo and Juliet, 5. 3<br /><br />It seemed if I loved well enough, if I fed with the deepest waters of my soul, perhaps the object of my affection would agree that a garden could, no, should grow in a love-luster world. But mine was desperation of the heart, and his was pragmatism of the mind. And of course, his heart never got to the place mine was.<br /><br />Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.<br />Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 6.<br /><br />And the light went out when I realized I was boxed in with a shelf life. I could not convince myself that portioning the heart was ever a good idea. Because I was taught when you love something, you love it all the way.<br /><br />For stony limits cannot hold love out.<br />Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.<br /><br />Therefore I killed it on a hot August evening, when I would have preferred drinking lemonade and watching the children ride bikes in the driveway. In my car, circling parking lots, I killed us, past and future. <br /><br />And though I protest it, I'm fairly certain tomorrow the sun will rise and another day will begin.<br /><br />True, I talk of dreams,<br />Which are the children of an idle brain,<br />Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.<br />Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 4.Tiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193979653977558526.post-51478376040553418202008-08-01T10:27:00.000-07:002008-08-01T10:28:12.213-07:00David Eatock's Mini ManifestoDavid Eatock's <a href="http://www.danieleatock.com/project/daniel-eatock/">Mini Manifesto</a><br /><br />Begin with ideas<br />Embrace chance<br />Celebrate coincidence<br />Ad-lib and make things up<br />Eliminate superfluous elements<br />Subvert expectation<br />Make something difficult look easy<br />Be first or last<br />Believe complex ideas can produce simple things<br />Trust the process<br />Allow concepts to determine form<br />Reduce material and production to their essence<br />Sustain the integrity of an idea<br />Propose honesty as a solutionTiffylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16915113819778136172noreply@blogger.com0