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A little line of cabins across the valley from us. I think I may have stayed in those cabins before. ♥, TiffanyAnne

John, the newest family member, with his bride. Heather is my beautiful cousin who I saw this weekend for the first time in twelve plus years. ♥, TiffanyAnne

"So, I talked to that reporter today." I had said while we were chatting before class. (I was interviewed for an article about my professor. Sopping wet with conditioner still in my hair. It was a phone interview.) My professor got this weird look on his face and said how he preferred to be on the other side of the story. He'd rather write the story than be the subject of the story. "Like this one time, when I was on Larry King Live --" "Wait. You were on Larry King Live ???" He's so casual about it all. The first day of class, he mentioned his Pulitzer almost in passing like it was no big deal. I bet the deal is that he'd rather stay outta the limelight. That's why he's the guy who isn't in the stories--his byline is on top of them. ♥, TiffanyAnne

I'm sitting here with a toddler at my feet who doesn't yet toddle but understands a heck of a lot more than he lets on. He's fifteen months and some days but was seven weeks and one day premature. He was supposed to be born August 1st which would have made him not even fourteen months old today. His brother is at kindergarten and his sister is at preschool. He has moved from sitting at my feet to staring out the window. Not only staring at the window, but coming in full contact with it and kissing the cool glass. Making silly noises and walking away leaving behind a smear of baby saliva. He's moved on again. This time to the small desk that technically belongs to his sister but is used by all three children. He likes the desk because it houses wonderful things like markers to suck on and draw all over his face and crayons to chew and subsequently spit out. Those things are yucky. He loves brushes. Hair brushes or tooth brushes, he doesn't really care. He knows

He made a red check mark on the door frame just to remind us to check our emotions at the door. Got it. In a classroom setting, that's easy to do. Also, we are to write the facts without putting our opinion out there. It's a script for broadcast, not an opinion editorial. Keep it to yourself. Easy, no problem. Well, I've unknowingly written opinions on pieces without realizing.  I was writing a story about Sarah Palin's hair (Yes, her hair.) based on this article from the Boston Herald. I enjoyed that piece. Yes it was silly and a bit ridiculous, but it was a light assignment in the world of current events. Unfortunately, I --going from the article-- wrote that Palin sported an "out-of-date" hairstyle. It would have been fine for me to quote someone saying that or to say "what some have said is an out-of-date hairstyle" but for me to say that is showing my own opinion. I just got a package script back today that was about Bush promising to bring

Some corporate networking event...whatever...there was "press" taking photos at the front door, a live band on the stage, cigarette girls in sequined skirts, and the Swing Cats...er...Swing Kids ... Oh yeah, that was the four of us. Dressed in vintage (or at least looking like it) and danced away. The photo is Paul, the man behind the local swing scene (instructor, DJ, all around good guy) , and me dancing at the Fox Theater in Atlanta. I love this photo because--can't you tell?--I'm having a fabulous time! ♥, TiffanyAnne

I laughed so hard when I saw this commercial last night. Mike must've thought I was going crazy. It was that stomach starts hurting, gasping for breath, tears forming kind of laughter. Wow...actually that sounds pretty miserable. But you know what I mean. Look at that mop poking his head from behind the tree. HA-ha-ha-ha-ha. I love it. Ohmigosh. So freaking funny. ♥, TiffanyAnne

Everything has got to be perfect. Isn't that the mindset we espouse? If all our little yellow ducks aren't in a row, then something must be horribly wrong with the world. Maybe something in your life seems so wonderful, so perfect, so nice. Well, that's good, isn't it? That's the way it should be. But if a little something goes wrong, if one of the ducks goes missing...well...that is quite another story. Am I the only one who sometimes feels like the world might end when something goes wrong? Emphasis, mind you, on that sometimes. I am far from a constant perfectionist. How about a happy medium instead: something in between perfect and horrible. I'm pretty sure that's what we call life. Oh, yeah sure, sometimes life can be perfect and sometimes life can be horrible. All too often, though, it falls somewhere in the vast expanse in between. It's okay if everything isn't just right. It's okay to mess up, to not get it, to have chosen the wrong door

I don't like to spend a lot of money on my makeup and makeup tools. I don't feel the need to pay one hundred plus dollars for a little face paint. The drugstore products are my friends. I love it two things to help me find the inexpensive but good quality stuff: Glammies and Makeup Alley . It was from Makeup Alley and various youtube videos that I learned of Essence of Beauty, the makeup and beauty line sold exclusively at CVS. I bought a few brushes and have since become obsessed. The above brush is the EoB kabuki brush . Soft, thick...so far, so good. I have no idea where the kabuki brush got it's name from. Kabuki is a form of traditional Japanese theater consisting of elaborate costumes and makeup. The characters for "kabuki" (which I cannot type on my computer) mean sing , dance , and skill . From whence I get my blog title. If someone knows of a connection between the theater and the brush, fill me in. I can't find any, so I'll just assume it's

♥, TiffanyAnne

My eyes snapped open and I rolled over to eye my alarm clock, expecting the garish red lights to inform me that it was 7:45AM and I should have been at work fifteen minutes ago. I was off by four hours and one minute. It was 3:46AM. What was happening me tonight was this: waking up every hour or so, cursing the world, then trying to fall back asleep with my head abuzz of random and quite irrelevant sequences of events. What was happening to me was the same thing that had happened two weeks ago exactly. You can read about it here . I realized that I am one of those unfortunate individuals who cannot have caffine in the evening. So, when we traversed all the way to IHOP for coffee and crepes last night, I ordered decaf. I'll tell you what. It was beautiful. Between 1AM to 8AM, the only thing I saw was the inside of my eyelids. ♥, TiffanyAnne

The two bowls of Lucky Charms were not enough for me and so, after bible study, I joined my roommate in the living room for some good girlie chat and hummus. We munched and chatted about my guy, her dreams, our individual crazy paths and trusting God with our lives. The newest addition to our girlie little family joined us and read aloud from a past issue of Glamour. 10 Ways To Be An Even Better Friend . This resulted in a little bit of confusion when Ellen, who was only half listening, thought one of the pieces of advice was to tell your friend's ex-boyfriend her ring size. Ha-ha. It was a wonderfully unpretentious way to end the evening and it is during moments such as those when I realize that having roommates and living in community, despite the accompanying trials, is so worth it. ♥, TiffanyAnne

In desperation for a daily photo, this photo was hurriedly snapped as I walked by. You can see my bottom half in the bottom half of the photo. ♥, TiffanyAnne

Wait...were you smiling in that one? No, why were you? Yeah. Let's take another one. Smiling or not smiling? ♥, TiffanyAnne

I have been learning about and working on writing good leads in two of my journalism classes and in doing so, it occured to me that I never once think about the leads in my blogs. The lead is that first sentence or paragraph that draws the audience in. Its what keeps you from clicking over to the next news station or turning the page. I was writing a 60-second package for my "Writing for the Mass Media" based on this piece about Sarah Palin's hairstyle. It was a fun little project, but it took me longer to get started that it did to write the rest of the piece. I wanted a catchy lead that would keep the viewer from changing the channel. A few days ago, the professor said that it wasn't so much that he wanted to make us into good journalists but rather that he wanted to make us into good writers. If all goes well, you will be the ones to bank on that promise as I write less drabble. ♥, TiffanyAnne

♥, TiffanyAnne

"Where you headed?" "Over to pick up Mike." "Ooooh. You guys have a hot date tonight?" "Oh, you know, 'hot' is a relative term when you've got a broken hip." ♥, TiffanyAnne

forgive me i'm dealing with word block and, seriously, i really want to write too ♥, TiffanyAnne

♥, TiffanyAnne