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A Story About Things That Never Happened ...based on somethings that did My latest WOP. Sometimes, I wonder 'what if.' Surely, you do too. Well, I'm writing it down. Not real events based on real events and real people. ♥Tiffany♥

The past two days at work (Wednesday and today) have been a total learning experience. Just when I thought I knew everything there is to know about caring for children (ha-ha) I realize that I've never taken care of a really sick kid before. You know, when it's coming out from both ends and it's all you can do to just gag and pray you don't throw up. A really sick kid. Who's too sick to do much of anything but lay on the couch all morning and take a nap all afternoon. Who is hotter that dad's hottest beef jerky ("hotter than hell...even the devil won't eat it") and keeps crying because "my belly hurts!" A really sick kid. Who is standing on the couch alternately crying and laying her head down because her caregiver is running around trying to clean up, change her own clothes, and get her in the bathtub before the mess gets worse. (My pants are still in the dryer.) A really sick kid. Who needs to get in the bath tub to rinse off because

What specific advice would you give to someone moving into your neighborhood? My neighborhood doesn't have very many rules as far as I know. I don't really have any advice. Except, maybe, close your curtains because the houses are close together. What specific advice would you give to someone beginning a job at your workplace (or attending school where you study, or, if you’re neither a student nor employed, doing whatever it is you do with your days)? If someone were to being my job, I would tell them that they needed three things: 1) patience, 2) a strong stomach, 3) an abundance of love. What specific advice would you give to someone who wants to begin an online journal or blog? If you want to talk about everything use an alias for yourself and for all your friends and don't let anyone you know in real life (except maybe your spouse) know about it. (I do not do this, because I don't really care. I know most of the people that read my blog and even a few of the lur

Something brought you to my mind today I thought about the funny ways you make me laugh And yet I feel like it's okay to cry with you Something about just being with you When I leave I feel like I've been near God And that's the way it ought to be... CHORUS: 'Cause you've been more than a friend to me You fight off my enemies 'Cause you've spoken the Truth over my life And you'll never know what it means to me Just to know you've been on your knees for me Oh, you have blessed my life More than you'll ever know, yeah, yeah, yeah More than you'll ever know, yeah, yeah, yeah You had faith, when I had none You prayed God would bring me a brand new song When I didn't think I could find the strength to sing And all the while I'm hoping that I'll Do the kind of praying for you that you've done for me And that's the way it ought to be... You have carried me You have taken upon a bruden that wasn't your own And may the blessing

What a fun show! I had a thoroughly good time. Granted, I didn't know that Charity Hope Valentine was a dance hall hostess before I saw it and was thus unprepared for the harsh women with Brooklyn accents in short slip dresses. Don't let the poster fool you, Molly's skirt did not have a second tier of flounce. Just one. Sweet Charity is about Charity Hope Valentine , played by Molly Ringwald , a dance hall hostess with bad luck when it comes to love. She's the kind of girl that falls hard and quick. Charity is determined to make it out of the dance hall, but she doesn't quite know how. My favorite scene? The one in Vittorio Vidal's apartment, it was so funny!. Mike's favorite was right before that, at the Pompeii Club with the all teals, purples, and blacks and the unique choreography. What's more? After the show, Mike and I went to the Cazbah for the cast party and I got to meet the once-upon-a-time-teen-queen herself.

It all started with a few emails.... From: Dad To: Tiffany Guess who's playing at the Peace Center the end of March? From: Tiffany To: Dad MOLLY RINGWALD From: Dad To: Tiffany Are you going? From: Tiffany To: Dad Wouldn't I love too? But, nah, not going. From: Dad To: Tiffany Too bad... I thought of you as soon as I saw the billboard. Why you not going? From: Tiffany To: Dad Eh...can't go to everything. Even if it is an 80's teen-queen movie superstar. Ha-ha. From: Dad To: Tiffany Ahhh yes, we sure can't do everything we want. Like me, tomorrow is my day off and I'd really like to take it off, but alas..... I'll be here, probably Saturday too. These e-mails were then forwarded to my boyfriend by my sneaky father. My boyfriend then proceeded to use his connections to get us box seats. A few days later, Mike asked if I would go on a date with him the following Tuesday. Of course I would; I love dates! "But why Tuesday?" I asked. "Because I wan

I got to meet Molly Ringwald. more to come.... ♥Tiffany♥

So, while Googling "ladytiffanyanne" I stumbled across someone's blog. I read over a few entries that mentioned me. Then came another entry that mentioned something we had done together (went to see Beauty & The Beast on Ice) that I would totally remember because Beauty & The Beast is my favorite Disney movie aside from, maybe Tarzan. But I emphasize that I would totally remember it because I totally do not . How funny is that? Like, I have ZERO recollection. And nothing is clicking. I don't usually have a poor memory. Ah, well. The show must've not been that good. Also, and old friend commented on a previous blog entry. I had no idea that he even read my blog. How many other lurkers do I have out there? I mean, I have had about 20 hits today. That's a lot for lil ol' me. Just tell me this once. You'll never have to comment again. (Until, that is, I get curious...) ♥Tiffany♥

Usually, tex-mex is the menu for lunch after the Sunday morning service. This past Sunday was different; Mike, his family, and I went to Golden Corral. Mike tells his family that I love Golden Corral. The truth is, I am not a good person to take to a buffet. I will be the first person to tell you this. I don't eat much. My entire meal (which I think cost, like, ten dollars or something) consisted wholly of veggies (of the southern definition) mashed potatoes, mac & cheese, green beans, stuffing, and some odd sort of baked potato. I topped if off with a modest bowl of vanilla ice cream with sprinkles. "Is that all you're eating?" Someone asked incredulously. And when I said yes, I received in return, "Well, surely you're saving room for a large dessert." Of what? Paper-thin brownies and candy corn? Ha-ha. Well, I'm just not much of an eater. I say that I eat like a toddler: small servings more often. Sometimes this is true. Sometimes I'm a

Love Always, Tiffany

I really should be working on the Nation's budget right now. I don't think I've had an 'xoxox' post in a while and I've just got to say what a lucky girl I am. I'm here at Mike's because he's letting me do my laundry while he's out playing ball. Doing your laundry at your boyfriend's house is a tricky thing because doing your laundry involves washing and sorting your underwear. And you don't want your boyfriend to see said underwear. So, it's a good thing that he's playing ball and I don't have to sneaky my freshly washed undies under towels while he's watching TV. But washing laundry is not the only thing that makes me so lucky. Other reasons, as far as our relationship goes, that make me so blessed: He thinks I'm the prettiest girl there is. I think every woman needs a man who thinks she is more beautiful than all the rest. Today, he said, "I think you are more beautiful that I have ever seen you!" Likewis

Most of Saturday is blogged about here . But I don't think I mentioned dinner with Mike's family plus three of his sister's roomies. What fun and silly girls! I see them and I wonder if I should have ever gone to a "real" college so that I could have had that experience. But I've had roommate experiences at camp and those were far more crazy than college would be, I suspect. Especially my last year when the TP was co-ed. Thank goodness our toilet was not run by Dunkin Donughts, but I don't ever want to live with eighteen year old boys again. Unless, I suppose, they are my own sons. Let me see. I'm just going to sum up the evening (relatively) quickly. Dinner @ Sticky Fingers. Girls ooohed and aaahed over the jewelry I made for Colleen. Wandering around Mast General & OP Taylors w/ Mike, Colleen, & Dale. Coffee @ Paris Cafe. Meet up w/ girls. Trolley Ride up Main Street, around Croft, and back down Main Street. Girl realizes phone is missing. Ot

I skipped yesterday. I apologize to anyone who checks my blogs as I religiously check theirs. If I do this, then you are probably: MilwaukeeGirl , TokyoPink , Missy , Esin , or FileGirl . Anyway. I think I'm going to start obsessively reading more blogs. ( If think that your blog is really cool, then leave me the link. I want to read it.) The huge list to the right simply isn't huge enough. Mostly because no one posts as chronically as my sister. Or as she used to a few weeks ago. I don't know what her problem is...maybe she got a social life or something and is now too good to blog a gazillion times a day. (Love you, Lou!!!) I went to a wedding yesterday at the Gassaway Mansion . It was very sweet. The bride was so beautiful. The food was good too, that's what Mike will tell you. After the wedding, Mike and I hung out at his place. He watched DIV II basketball ( March Madness didn't start until 4:05pm). I did homework. More logarithms...mmmm. ln(4x-2) - ln4 = -ln

We were all supposed to go to the Bible Conference together, but Mike and I ended up not being able to. Despite my get-off-work-early-ness. I was looking forward to bible conference because, really, I look forward to every Bob Jones experience. It's a completely different culture that fascinates me sometimes. I discuss Artist Series here . I think it's great that girls at BJU have to wear skirts. It adds a femininity to our culture that is so lost . I used to think that it would be so cool to be "one of the guys" but now I'm happy to be a very girly-girl. What's more, Mike likes that I'm feminine. Mike knows the Bob Jones part, I know the Catholic part and this is the conclusion that we have come to: they're not all that different. Sure, there are major dogmatic differences and all, but as far as practice goes, v. v. similar. Yes, it's true. Anyway, Mike and I headed to BJU. The place was packed with cars, but not a soul in sight. The Bible Con

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming. -- Alan, age 10 No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with. -- Kristen, age 10 WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED? Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then. -- Camille, age 10 No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married -- Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age) HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED? You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids. -- Derrick, age 8 WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON? Both don't want any more kids. -- Lori, age 8 WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE? Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each

I'm sitting here listening to a mix of Michael Buble, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, and Bobby Darin. There is a thick slice of frosted marble cake next to me and I am typing between bites. I just finished a great deal of algebra homework. Just to note about algebra: logarithms aren't as hard as I anticipated; they just have a scary name. Actually, I don't really feel like blogging, but I feel like I should. Yes, I know, I make so much sense. I'm torn about so many things lately. One issue is something that I cannot do anything about. I love school--enough to want to do well, at least. What would be idea? The ability to focus on school. Just school, no work, for the first time since I graduated high school and started working at JCPenney's. I do not recommend doing this--working at JCPenney's, I mean. At least, not the Greenville store. It wasn't the best place to work when I worked there and I hear it has gone downhill since. It's funny how normal things b

I just thought of this song and felt like posting the lyrics. It's a good song. It's by Ceili Rain--a super band. My life was a struggle, Nothin' but strain, But this groovy new prayer I'm prayin' Made everything change. I used to stay home on Fridays. Nowhere I could afford to go. Now I'm King of the Highways. Now I'm swimming in dough. I've got a Gold God. He's like a Visa card. All I do is pray and money comes my way. I've got a Gold God. Some people think it's odd. If he wants me to be rich, What's a guy to say? I've got a Gold God. I've got a Gold God. He extended my territory. Now I eat at the Ritz. Chew olives in It'ly and spit out the pits. Pull up in a Lexus, Watch everyone drool. I'm bigger than Texas. I'm cooler than cool. I've got a Gold God. He's like a Visa card. All I do is pray and money comes my way. I've got a Gold God. Some people think it's odd. If he wants me to be rich, What's

Sunday night, Mike and I went to the sold out Switchfoot show at The Orange Peel in Asheville, NC. The music was great and, from what I am told, the show was great too. What? Why did I not see the show? Because I am 5"2. I am very short. The only people at the all-ages show that were as short as me were the twelve year olds. Okay, that is a slight exaggeration. Once the big massive ceiling fan started moving, I had a good time. Before that it was far too hot in the crowded listening room. Copeland came on stage first. I like Copeland , but I do not know many of their songs. They sang one that I kind of knew--but I cannot remember what it was. Ha-ha. I was really hoping that they would sing " You Love To Sing ," but, alas, no. The lead singer continuously referred to Switchfoot as "Switchfeet" just to annoy some of the audience. That was funny. After what seemed to be a very long intermission, Switchfoot took their places. I'm not a huge Switchfoot

She got pink rainboots from Gymboree yesterday. When I first saw her this morning, she was walking into the kitchen wearing only her new rainboots. I laughed so hard. Her mother tells me that all day yesterday she said she wanted "pink boots." And, while her mother didn't expect to find them, when they were at Gymboree, she heard a loud squeal. "Mom! PINK BOOTS!!!" She wore them for the rest of the day yesterday and even took them to bed with her. She's wearing them now. ♥Tiffany♥

I didn't ask when we'd get paid I quit my day job anyway I guess it doesn't matter, I guess it doesn't matter anymore You're gonna go to the record store You're gonna give'em all your money Radio plays what they want you to hear They tell me it's cool, but I just don't believe it Sell out, with me oh yea Sell out with me tonight Yes, I sold out. You can see it here --particularly every post that is tagged with: sponsored . I didn't sell out completely. You don't see those posts here on OverAnalyzed . But if someone is going to pay me $5.00(and possibly more) for writing 60-100 words about insurance, dating sites, or hotels, then why not? I started Ballyhoo as a general reviwing site. I review music I listen to, movies I see, shows I attend, or places I eat. I'm registered at Blogvertize.com and at PayPerPost.com . So far, it's been easy money. Blogvertize sends me tasks via email and PayPerPost lets me choose my own. Obviously if the

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to "Dad." With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter. Dear Dad: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, and tatoos, and tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hur

Yep. That's where I'm going tonight! To see Copeland and Switchfoot at the Orange Peel ( a social aid and pleasure club --whatever that means) It's a sold out show and in and interview with B93.7 , Switchfoot said that they were going to light their drummer on fire as part of the show. But he didn't know it yet. My friend Marco says that Switchfoot puts on a great show. So, I'm super excited. I'm finally getting over being sick. Sort of. My voice is still off and I can't sing at church. I *hate* it when that happens. I love to sing and church! I'm still coughing through the night, but it is getting better. Next week, it's just me and little Lauren! I'm excited. I'll miss Alex, but hopefully, Lauren and I can have a play date and some fun girly bonding time. That girl is such a miss priss, it is so cute. She is a girl after my own heart--her favorite color is pink! Mike just bought this awesome wine bar for his dining room. It matches his

The second round started today. As for the first round, I predicted all but three right. I thought that Notre Dame(6) would easily take Winthrop(11) . I should have done like Christine and rooted for the home team. Winthrop is only about an hour from me. I was also sure that Duke(6) would take Virginia Commonwealth(11) . As for the Georgia Tech(10)/UNLV(7) game, I rooted for Georgia Tech because they're closer. Haha. Oh and may I say that this page is awesome because it updates scores and plays in real time. I'm becoming a sports dork. Don't worry, this will end soon. ♥Tiffany♥

Last Thursday, Mike and I went to Bob Jones University to see " Rigoletto ." The show was part of BJU's Concert, Opera, & Drama Series . (a.k.a. Artist Series .) If you have never been to an Artist Series at Bob Jones , this deserves a review in and of itself. As an outsider, I am (mostly) unaware of the BJU customs. Artist Series is a big deal . There are (obviously) no dances or any of that nonsense and BJU , so the Artist Series is pretty much (from what I can tell) they're only excuse to dress up. Boy, do they go all out--prom dresses, curls and all. The boys bring the girls gifts to prove their affection and, as I just learned, the girls also get the boys something. Most of the girls get flowers, I guess the boys get candy or some other non-girly gift. I saw a young man in a tuxedo carrying a bag a grapes. I had never been to an opera. What I discovered was this: An opera is a musical in another language. I had to look up and read the subtitles and then

In a suburbia neighborhood, I sit at a kitchen table with a pre-schooler on my lap. I almost called him a toddler, but he's growing up. He's creating a robot out of bright multi-colored blocks and trying to see if he can get away with pressing buttons on my keyboard. He is super cute, happy, and well-rested. Oh, and he just discovered the 'backspace' button. ♥Tiffany♥

Davidson(13) vs. Maryland (4) = 70/ 82 Texas Tech(10) vs. Boston College (7) = 75/ 84 Stanford (11) vs. Louisville (6) = 58/ 78 Oral Roberts(14) vs. Washington St. (3) = 54/ 70 Belmont(15) vs. Georgetown (2) = 55/ 80 Old Dominion(12) vs. Butler (5) = 46/ 57 Penn(14) vs. Texas A&M (3) = 52/ 68 G. Washington(11) vs. Vanderbilt (6) = 44/ 77 Central Conn. St. (16) vs. Ohio St. (1) = 57/ 78 VCU (11) vs. Duke(6) = 79 /77 Michigan St .(9) vs. Marquette(8) = 61/ 49 Weber St.(15) vs. UCLA (2) = 42/ 70 Xavier (9) vs. Brigham Young(8) = 79 /77 Gonzaga(10) vs. Indiana (7) = 57/ 70 Eastern Ky.(16) vs. North Carolina (1) = 65/ 86 Wright St.(14) vs. Pittsburgh (3) = 58/ 79 ...and on my bracket (yes, I filled out a bracket this year) I got all of those right except for VCU vs. Duke. I really thought Duke would win! ♥Tiffany♥

A weird movie. Very weird. So, there is a guy who is trying to find the 216 digit number contained within π that will "unlock the secrets of the universe." Secrets such as the name of God (according to some scary Jewish rabbis) or predicting the stock market (according to some even scarier businessmen). Just so you know, the main character does discover that number (I think), but he never tells anyone...including us. It didn't really keep me that enthralled.

Wicked World by Jon Auer “He was so far gone, so late catch on...” This is the start of my chapter one But don’t it just be clear when I wish you were here? Bells are ringing, angels disappear… You’re all I want in this wicked world You’re all I want… My sweetheart she scorches the earth Passing torches, burning to the ground And there goes chapter two – I need something to do Sirens wailing, pages turning to the sound… You’re all I want in this wicked world And won’t it just be great If it’s three in the morning when your outline finally shifts to take its shape? And the stars above the look on your face put me in my place Without a single word Chapter twenty-eight – I sleep like I pray Fair enough, if there’s a moment that I love… You’re all I want in this wicked world ♥Tiffany♥

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Sometimes, I wonder if I should have a different photo up. But I figure that my current user photo is a very quintessential blogger photo. There I am...facing my computer. You cannot even see me. Not that I am one of those people who does not want people online to look at my face...I don't really care. That photo is from a vacation to Charleston. I went with my parents. When we got to the hotel room, one of the first things I did was sit down and check my MySpace. And my dad snapped a photo. The following photo is completely irrelevant. But I just found it on Mike's laptop. And it is really cute. It must have been taken a while ago, because it looks like we are in his previous place of residence. ♥Tiffany♥

I was wandering through the blogs over at iVillage and on Chick Chat saw some ' Instructions For Life .' I couldn't help but note that it seems to live happily all we need are 19 simple rules. After reading over them, I decided that I particularly like the last one. 19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon. Love and cooking are definitely two of my favorite things. I was told yesterday that I love recklessly and that is a beautiful thing. That makes me smile. Some people are afraid of loving. They're afraid of getting hurt. I wrote a blog last April 14 (do you know what that date is?) about cherishing every moment in life. The previous day, I had spent five hours with Mike. We were not yet dating. We were planning on watching a movie, instead, we spent hours talking, and talking, and talking. Cook with reckless abandon. You'll never know if whether or not you like something until you try it. Love recklessly. Even if you might get hurt. Because who know

I'm well now. Completely better except for my throat and all the coughing. Unfortunately, I've passed it on to my love. Yes, I've repaid the one who took care of me while I was sick by transferring my illness to him. How gracious of me. We're in his living room, right now, on this plush couch of his that is, most likely, our mutually favorite place to be. I even gave him a Valentine's Day card with a couple sitting on a couch. How apt. He's lying down, sleeping at one end. I'm sitting at the other, my legs extended. I thought he was sleeping, and he reached over and took my foot and held it. Just so he could hold a part of me. His leg next to me just twitched. And I realized that there is something very intimate about knowing a person so fully that you know their behaviors when the sleep. ♥Tiffany♥

There is only one way to describe the effects of an expectorant. Gross. Sure "productive," but gross. ♥Tiffany♥

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I'm feeling yucky. Ugh. I couldn't sleep all night long. I think, maybe, I got a total of an our of sleep all night. So annoying. The only thing that has been helping my cough is this yucky medicine that Mike gave me. Why does medicine have to be gross? I put on a movie and hoped that I could fall asleep in front of that...but no. Bridget Jones' Diary: The Edge of Reason is actually a very annoying movie. I don't know why I didn't realize this before. The interactions between Marc and Bridget are really frustrating. The Thai prison scenes, though, are fully excellent. ♥Tiffany♥

I found this meme at UnSpace . * Look at the list of books below. * Type "READ" beside the ones you've read. * Type "WANT TO" beside the ones you'd like to read. * Leave blank the ones that you aren't interested in. * Type "AGAIN AND AGAIN" beside the ones you could read again and again. * Type "TRIED" beside the ones you tried to read but just couldn't. If you are reading this, tag you're it! Let me know if you do it… 1. The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown) READ 2. Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen) WANT TO 3. To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee) READ 4. Gone With The Wind (Margaret Mitchell) 5. The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (Tolkien) 6. The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (Tolkien) TRIED 7. The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers (Tolkien) 8. Anne of Green Gables (L.M. Montgomery) WANT TO 9. Outlander (Diana Gabaldon) 10. A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry) 11. Harry Potter and

So, the first thing I can remember is walking down some hallway talking with someone that I think may have been Mike. "I cannot believe I forgot about my baby! I mean, who the heck forgets they have a baby?" I was incredibly frustrated with myself. Apparently, I had a baby. I had delivered him only a week ago and had not seen him since. After following the hallway and taking a few turns, we found ourselves in a foyer. There was my baby. Luke had him. He was a big boy too. About twenty pounds and looking anything like a one-week-old baby. More like nine months old or something. His head was oblong shaped and upon picking him up, he felt like a lot more than twenty pounds. Luke let me borrow a car, apparently it belonged to the school which both Luke and I attended. It was a black and red car, very hideous, and looked something like a PT Cruiser. There was no car seat, though I vaguely remember a baby carrier. I just put my baby on the floor where he happily lay while I dro

1. The Marlboro Man 2. Big Brother 3. King Arthur 4. Santa Claus (St. Nick) 5. Hamlet 6. Dr. Frankenstein's Monster 7. Siegfried 8. Sherlock Holmes 9. Romeo and Juliet 10. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 11. Uncle Tom 12. Robin Hood 13. Jim Crow 14. Oedipus 15. Lady Chatterly 16. Ebenezer Scrooge 17. Don Quixote 18. Mickey Mouse 19. The American Cowboy 20. Prince Charming 21. Smokey Bear 22. Robinson Crusoe 23. Apollo and Dionysus 24. Odysseus 25. Nora Helmer 26. Cinderella 27. Shylock 28. Rosie the Riveter 29. Midas 30. Hester Prynne 31. The Little Engine That Could 32. Archie Bunker 33. Dracula 34. Alice in Wonderland 35. Citizen Kane 36. Faust 37. Figaro 38. Godzilla 39. Mary Richards 40. Don Juan 41. Bambi 42. William Tell 43. Barbie 44. Buffy the Vampire Slayer 45. Venus and Cupid 46. Prometheus 47. Pandora 48. G.I. Joe 49. Tarzan 50. Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock 51. James Bond 52. Hansel and Gretel 53. Captain Ahab 54. Richard Blaine 55. The Ugly Duckling 56. Loch Ness Monster (Nessie)

Nick Naylor has a way with words like no one else. He would have to, as lobbyist, Big Tobacco's chief spokesman, and VP of the Academy of Tobacco Studies. Nick Naylor : Few people on this planet knows what it is to be truly despised. Can you blame them? I earn a living fronting an organization that kills 1200 people a day. Twelve hundred people. We're talking two jumbo jet plane loads of men, women and children. I mean, there's Attila, Genghis... and me, Nick Naylor. The face of cigarettes, the Colonel Sanders of nicotine. Together, he and his two friends form the MOD a.k.a. Merchants Of Death. Nick Naylor : After watching the footage of the Kent State shootings, Bobby Jay, then seventeen, signed up for the National Guard so that he, too, could shoot college students. Nick Naylor : Polly works for the Moderation Council. A casual drinker by the age of 14, Polly quickly developed a tolerance usually reserved for Irish dockworkers. In our world, she's the woman that got

Appetizer: What does the color pink make you think of? Lip gloss Soup: Name something you thought you had lost, but later found. My debit card. I thought I had lost it when, really, it was underneath the passenger seat of my car. I usually loose it in a pair of jeans...once I lost it in my Bible. Salad: In 3 words, describe this past week. Catching up time. Main Course: What are you obsessed with? Myself at times. Unfortunate, I know. I spent 45 minutes doing my hair last night and for what? So it could get ruined in the rainy weather? Dessert: What kind of perfume or cologne do you like to wear? Any kind of girly perfume from PacSun. ♥Tiffany♥

Last night, Mike and I went to High Cotton . I was pretty excited about it all. High Cotton doesn't open until March 5th, and this was a "preview night." We weren't sure what to expect but really hoped that there would be some good food there. From Mike's place, we were able to get there without even stepping a foot outside. How cool is that? It's a really posh restaurant. Nicer, even, than Restaurant O . (At least, that's what Mike says...I've never ventured inside Restaurant O .) The color palate, decor, and artwork are all very cool. There are three levels and I think this is how it works: The top level is the Falls Park Room, a private room that looks over the bar and can be sectioned off by glass partitions. The main level included the bar area, dining area, and the Board Room, another private room that looks out onto the lowest level. The lowest level is a dining area. The waiters were walking around with appetizers and wine. (Which were all sup

I haven't done very much dissecting as of late and I apologize. I feel like my blog has gotten really boring lately. I've just got nothing to say. Not much. I mean...lately, my day's have been pretty typical. I am going on a lot of trips this summer, though. I might be going to Orlando at the end of May for work. And I'm definitely going to Boston in June with my church. Yes, a mission trip. My dad asked me what I was going to Boston for, and I told him what we were going to be doing without using the words "mission trip." And I know that most people have totally grown up around that word and cannot imagine for the life of them why I avoided it. To be very blunt, it's a very 'Protestant' word. Catholics go on mission trips, but they do not call them so. My sister worked on the mission field for a year. Don't think that I'm embarrassed or ashamed or anything like that to be participating in a mission trip. I'm super excite