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It's Rocktober!

We got Matt Maher's CD " Welcome To Life " in. Yesssss.... Oh my gosh, Brent better leave for the seminary soon. As much as I'll miss him, it will really stop people from going, "So, are you two...dating?" Ron came into the store and dropped off my ticket to the dance and when I mentioned that Brent couldn't make it, he was asked if we were dating. He said he had seen us around campus together a lot. Heaven forbid you have a friend that's of the opposite sex. Judy gives me these 'knowing' looks when I mention something about Brent. Like when I see this thing I wanna get him for Christmas or when I talk about our Wednesday nights. Because you wouldn't hang out with someone much less buy them something for Christmas unless you were dating them. Right? Of course.... Here's to friends of the opposite sex.... ♥TiffanyAnne

My job is pedestals above yours

Yeah, you wish you were a nanny. It's cool enough to be able to say, "What do I do? Oh, I'm a nanny." Which I won't be able to say once I go to school. And I'll cry. Because Alex and Lauren are my life. Mary said several times today, "Wow, you must love your job." How can I not? I play and I play and I play. I change diapers.I discipline. I get x's and o'x out the wazoo. I get the joy of making a crying child smile. Okay, I could do with out the smelly diapers...but the rest pretty much rocks. I'm doing what I always wanted to do. I am making a difference in someone's life. And that rocks.

Pumpkin-Apple Streusel Muffins

I thought about wearing a scarf today, just because I could. A u t u m n is here. You know what that means? Pumpkins , pumpkins everywhere . It's time for pumpkin baked goods. Like pumpkin loaf or the excellent pumpkin-apple streusel muffins I had for breakfast. 1 1/4 cups, plust 1 Tbs. all-purpose flour, divided 1 cup, plus 3 Tbs. sugar, divided 1 heaping tsp. pumpkin-pie spice 1/2 tsp. baking soda 1/2 tsp. salt 3/4 canned pumpkin 1 large egg 2 Tbs. vegetable oil 1 cup finely chopped peeled apple 1/2 tsp cinnamon 1 Tbs. butter 1. Heat oven to 350F. Line 24 mini muffin cups. In a medium bowl, combine 1 1/4 cups flour, 1 cup sugar, pumpkin-pie spice, baking soda, and salt. In a large bowl, mix together pumpkin, egg, and oil. Stir in flour mixture just until combined. Stir in apples. Spoon batter into prepared cups, until they are 3/4 full. 2. In a small bowl, combine remaining flour, sugar, and cinnamon. Add butter and stir until mixture is crumbly. Sprinkle over muffin batter an

To Infinity & Beyond

Guess who came to Mass with Alex? That's right, Buzz Lightyear wanted a bit of the Holy Ghost too. When the bells rang durring consecration, Alex heard them and was like, "There's the bells! Time to go! Let's go, Mom!" Crazy kid. I ♥love♥ seeing them on Sundays. Ah, Lauren is too sweet. She is getting bigger every day. I will cry when I leave them.

October 16th and ticking.

I was supposed to be in my new apartment by now. But I can't go until my Dad goes there and takes care of paperwork and such. Since he is paying and all. I was supposed to have my new computer by now. But my Mom is being slack. That's okay. I talked to Mike on the phone last night for almost an hour. I love Mike! I hope that when he becomes a priest, he will still call me "doll". I talked to Walt today for a long time. It was cool. I love Walt, he is too awesome. :-D Oh. Mike mentioned St. Thomas More. So did Walt. So did Fr. Chris in his homily. I think I'm going to do some more reading on St. Thomas More. :-D ♥Tiffany Anne p.s. Oh, and since my blog is titled 'overanalyzed' and that is quite apt, I suppose I should add that I've been over-analyzing a bit lately. Over a guy. Ugh. p.p.s. Pray that I'm more open to the Holy Spirit. Don't ask, 'cause I won't tell. The only one that knows is Brent. Ahh, big brothers, gotta love 'em.

Advocating

Happy B-day, Steve. No longer a teenager. Congrats. At Steve's, I think I had enough teenagers to tide me over for quite a while. It makes me very glad that I am a member of the DOC and that we've started a college group. The differences between the two sets of people [high schoolers vs. everyone older than high schoolers] is glaringly obvious.

Thank about the good things you have today.

Yeah, nice sentiment but that's a crappy fortune. Along with, " You are heading in the right direction. " It was great getting two fortunes from one cookie...but...they weren't fortues, they were "feel good sayings". You know it. What happen to fortunes coming out of fortune cookies, that's what I'd like to know!!! I've been going full-speed lately and I am pretty tired. I'm not even half-way thru Lord, Have Mercy yet and I have two books lined up after it. [ Mere Christianity & The Four Loves both by C.S. Lewis] I work an average of fifty hours a week. It's either 55 hours or 45 hours, depending on whether or not I work on Wednesday. I get ever other Wednesday off, you know. It's a rather nice break, especially as I don't get Saturdays off for the most part anymore. In addition to work, I have Boy Scouts every Monday and Religious Ed every Wednesday. Every other Tuesday, I have a DOC small group . Every other Sunday, I

Jail House Rock

My brother wants me to visit him. Upon hearing this, I told Dad, "Let me get back to you on this." Dad responds with praises of how great Leo is doing. That's all fine and dandy, but that doesn't make me want to visit him. I don't hate him or anything, I'm just not sure I really want to right now. I want to be told it's okay to not want to instead of feeling guilty. ♥ TiffanyAnne p.s. There are now a lot of links to other blogs on this site. Dooce is really good. She's famous, you know.

A Little Piece of Heaven

The rain is pouring outside. I'm rocking Lauren to sleep in a darkened nursery. Faint light that has not been blocked by the clouds is filtered in the window through the blinds. My eyes are closed as I hold Lauren and sing to her softly. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine... " Lauren is sucking on her thumb, so I know she's getting sleepy. She snuggles her head a little bit closer to me and sighs. And I know I just experienced a little piece of heaven.

St. Joseph, My Realtor

"Saint Anthony's Catholic Store, this is Tiffany. How may I help you?" I say into the phone, juggling new books and prayer cards. "Yes, uh, do you have any St. Joseph statues?" Says a voice on the other end, slightly hesitant with a thick southern accent.. I want to roll my eyes for the fifth time today. "No, I'm sorry. The only Catholic store in Greenville doesn't actually care anything with St. Joseph." Well, that's what I want to say. Instead, I'm nice. "Yes, ma'am, we sure do." I say cordially. "Are you trying to sell a house?" "Yeah!" They respond enthusiastically. As if to say, " How ever did you know ?" "Well, we do have several home-sell kits." Thank God, since the news did a report on it, we've been selling them like there was no tomorrow. We hang up, the come to the store minutes/hours/days later and look at the St. Joseph statues. Almost always buying the cheapest.

Wish List

Laptop with Wi-Fi Walk The Line soundtrack Modern Girl's Guide to Life Pink crystal cosmopolitan pendant Bed canopy Firefly - The Complete Series DVD Undomestic Goddess by Sophia Kinsella Expensive make-up brushes Leather coat from Wilson's Target shopping spree Georgia O'Keefe prints Soundtracks: Pretty In Pink, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, St. Elmo's Fire Vaccum cleaner Curtians Antique chairs (wingback, parlour style, etc) Chaise lounge updated 29 nov 2005, 22 Jan 2007