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Love, Tiffany

I haven't really been in all that swell of a mood lately. Not for really one particular reason, but lots of little reasons combined. So, if my blogs have felt forced, it is because they were. I feel compelled to write because I know that you guys will be reading it. And as funny as it may sound, I don't want to let you down. Ha-ha. I know what it's like to be bored at work when no one is updating their blogs. I've been going up and down for a little while and hopefully I'll kick it. I'm going to an open mic tonight. Jacob Johnson in all his musical fabulous-ness is hosting it. That should cheer me up. Until then, here is a photo of my trying on glasses at the optometrist's yesterday. Enjoy and don't poke too much fun. Love, Tiffany

Dear Mike, I thanked the Lord today, for MySpace.com and O-CHA Tea Bar, two seemingly everyday aspects of my life that suddenly became imperative things that led me to meeting a most amazing man. "I thank my God every time I remember you." Phillipians 1:3 One of the first things we ever did together was go to mass. I'm sure I freaked you out with my "big-ass chapel veil" [I'm quoting a priest...I swear.] and my oh-so-traddy-Catholic ways. But you weren't looking for a girlfriend and I was trying hard to not look for a boyfriend. I had given up dating for Lent. Always the overanalyzer, every time someone said any little thing about you liking me (even if they meant friend-like) I got sucked in . April 2006 Our first 'date'...hmmm. Now, was it that one time we ate at Coffee Underground (speaking of which we so need to have some of their grilled cheese again...yum!), or was it that time we went for sushi? I guess we both generally agree it was that...

Love Always, Tiffany