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Following Joel's eating plan and tips has been relatively easy. As someone who wasn't much of a breakfast eater before, transitioning my eating to later in the day was totally doable. One of the things I appreciate most about <span style="background-color: #f3fdfe; color: #757575; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“</span><a href="http://bit.ly/2TefhPs" style="background: rgb(243, 253, 254); color: #37afc0; font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Always Eat After 7 PM</a><span style="background-color: #f3fdfe; color: #757575; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">” i</span>s the freedom the plan provides in terms of food choices. I never feel deprived. Its also nice to be able to eat a full dinner with my family and truly enjoying it.<br />
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Joel includes a great mix of personal experience, motivational talk (you can definitely see why he is a successful personal trainer!) and recipes. For me the recipes are key in my success on any diet or food plan because I'm not a natural chef. I can't just throw some items together and come up with dinner. Haha. So having recipes to follow- especially in the beginning was so important. The other benefit was that I could make dinner for the entire family- not just myself. We all know that sad image of mom eating her pre-packaged frozen diet food while everyone else enjoys a home-cooked meal. Not happening on Joel's watch!<br />
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For me, this diet was a "Yay!". While I wasn't perfect about it, I never felt neglected or starving and that in itself was a huge win.<br />
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This video discuss Joel's go-to snacks and recipes!<br />
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Oh science! I am such a nerd when it comes to data. I love that <span style="background-color: #f3fdfe; color: #757575; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“</span><a href="http://bit.ly/2TefhPs" style="background: rgb(243, 253, 254); color: #37afc0; font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Always Eat After 7 PM</a><span style="background-color: #f3fdfe; color: #757575; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">” </span>has plenty of it. Understanding how your metabolism works and interacts, not only with the foods we eat, but the times we eat them is so cool. Joel has done the research and really explains ALL the factors that contribute to weight loss (or gain), hormones, metabolism, etc.<br />
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The data behind eating breakfast, food portion and size, etc is so interesting. Metabolic rates don't slow down during the night? What?? This video is super helpful to understanding the science behind the book. We've been told so much conflicting info on how to eat, when to eat and what to eat. Joel breaks it all down in his comprehensive and easy to understand book.<br />
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A little more about the book. <span style="background-color: #f3fdfe; color: #757575; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: normal;">“</span><a href="http://bit.ly/2TefhPs" style="background: rgb(243, 253, 254); color: #37afc0; font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: normal;">Always Eat After 7 PM</a><span style="background-color: #f3fdfe; color: #757575; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: normal;">”</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.325px;"> plan consists of: The 14-day Acceleration Phase to kick-start the program and see rapid results, the Main Phase where you’ll learn exactly which foods to eat when in order to achieve your weight-loss goals, and the Lifestyle Phase to keep the weight off for good. This set up makes total sense to me and by breaking it into 3 parts, feels achievable. One day at a time. Joel doesn't overwhelm the reader, which I really appreciate. Instead, he weaves science and story with facts and data to provide a comprehensive plan. </span></div>
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Skipping breakfast is key. Which is a big plus for me, as I've never been a breakfast person. Knowing I can eat a bigger meal at dinner and maybe even dessert (yes, I said it!) is motivation enough to put off eating earlier in the day.<br />
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One of the best parts of the book are the tips. The more info I have, the more in control I feel and the better my chances are that I'll stick to the diet. Joel really provides a sold foundation.<br />
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As indicated in my last post, I've been reading the book "Always Eat After 7 PM" by Joel Marion. The science along with Joel's personal story and experience is really compelling. As a personal trainer and the winner of a body transformation competition, this is Joel's area of expertise and that is apparent in the book.<br />
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The book is an easy, cohesive read and I am continually surprised at how often Joel debunks myths and stories I have about food and eating.<br />
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Today, I'm sharing an interview with Joel. I think it gives great insight as to who he is and how this diet came about.</div>
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If you are someone who enjoys a robust dinner and snack before bed, I highly encourage you to check out Joel's book. This might be just the info you need to move to change up your eating and kick start your weight loss. This post is brought to you by our sponsor,<span style="background-color: #f3fdfe; color: #757575; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"> “</span><a href="http://bit.ly/2TefhPs" style="background: rgb(243, 253, 254); color: #37afc0; font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Always Eat After 7 PM</a><span style="background-color: #f3fdfe; color: #757575; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">”. </span>The opinions expressed below are my own.<br />
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Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-64963341847585021992020-06-12T15:01:00.000-07:002020-06-22T15:02:23.559-07:00Always Eat After 7 PM?This post is brought to you by our sponsor, “<a href="http://bit.ly/2TefhPs">Always Eat After 7 PM</a>”. The opinions expressed below are my own.<br />
We've been told that in order to lose weight we have to finish our eating before 7 pm. Which, can make for a tough evening! Enter Joel Marion. and Always Eat After 7pm.<br />
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The idea that we can lose weight without the extreme restrictions that so many diets require was intriguing. That's a big part of why (at least for me) my commitment wanes and I eventually give up.<br />
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Joel explains, “Fact is, most diets are extremely narrow with regard to food choices and variety, and many even limit entire macronutrients altogether over the course of the entire program (think low-carb and low-fat diets). Three months with no carbs? No thanks. Such practices not only are entirely unnecessary but make for a miserable, unsustainable experience.” <br />
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Their work has helped lead to a 50 percent drop in smoking since the 1960s, which has contributed to a drop in overall lung cancer death rates. </li>
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And now, to help ensure we are able to <b>#FinishtheFight</b>, American Cancer Society is encouraging people everywhere to raise their voices about this important cause and continue to make progress to finally finding a cure.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-63528848927692812592011-12-23T11:31:00.001-08:002011-12-23T11:35:13.006-08:00Home for the HolidaysBeing "Home for the Holidays" is what it's all about for me.<br /><br />The wonderful memories I have from my childhood- and the memories I am creating with my boy now.<br /><br />This video sums it up.<br /><br />Watch it.<br /><br />It's what the holidays are all about.<br /><br />People coming together to celebrate.<br /><br />And the singing? It's unreal.<br /><br />T-Mobile did it right.<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://video.unrulymedia.com/wildfire_61183498.js"></script><br /><br />This post is sponsored by T-Mobile<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-11722092820862262112011-05-26T13:33:00.000-07:002011-05-26T14:39:11.830-07:00Boyhood Magic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcU4dgzNA5GhANL7fzBYNA02Z7Bz8PCfwwHdPxNFCA8hlQRilzqoOzNGFsajok-AYF9Y-WL1-uRRKC-JhqAwrK1P6ksjDhBUk8kjd5Nb0Yv2PeNWCCLPNiJD4GHapvrDrz-tiFALIYiw0/s1600/WorldSeriesScottWill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcU4dgzNA5GhANL7fzBYNA02Z7Bz8PCfwwHdPxNFCA8hlQRilzqoOzNGFsajok-AYF9Y-WL1-uRRKC-JhqAwrK1P6ksjDhBUk8kjd5Nb0Yv2PeNWCCLPNiJD4GHapvrDrz-tiFALIYiw0/s400/WorldSeriesScottWill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611127691694274610" border="0" /></a><br />Last night, my 10 year old son and his teammates experienced the magic of boyhood at its best.<br /><br />They won our local "World Series" for their age group.<br /><br />The best part?<br /><br />Every single player got on base.<br /><br />Every single player contributed.<br /><br />And, when that 3rd strike crossed the plate securing their victory?<br /><br />Magic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggouBSzsEOG8oyr16I0TJ-3XscCuyPpd5Y221f5_yRECC1OHRBVNYFZ8bP6jm_ngT5ux-6C7YQe7yiBCLZ2BIZa82weHqvqld75L6OJqQbRnM0Qiv3frE57GQKP5kEhDOT3sze6ZBSPA/s1600/WorldSeriesCelebrationmatte.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggouBSzsEOG8oyr16I0TJ-3XscCuyPpd5Y221f5_yRECC1OHRBVNYFZ8bP6jm_ngT5ux-6C7YQe7yiBCLZ2BIZa82weHqvqld75L6OJqQbRnM0Qiv3frE57GQKP5kEhDOT3sze6ZBSPA/s400/WorldSeriesCelebrationmatte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611128288903509954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am so grateful I got to be there to witness such joy and pride on the faces of 10 year old boys.<br /><br />To my son, who had a season which included 2 over-the-fence-home-runs, and dozens of zinger ground balls and RBIs, a great season of pitching and playing first base like a confident young man- I am so proud of you. I am even more proud of the times you hustled back after a strike out, or got right back in the game when things didn't go as planned- those are the times that shape the man you starting to become.<br /><br />To my husband who is the best coach I've ever seen, thanks for making those kids feel like kings and pushing them to reach their potential. Will is such a lucky boy to have you for a father.<br /><br />Boyhood goes by in a flash, here's to hoping we get a few more moments of magic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-5tgiKHt_lGPAf18DHxwbyekSyfDanMfzldkj3Vza0us8Ri9Fp2nxtcWFFQh2aMguK_qsS0slhtU3kJJYaI-Y8zbpo2e5Q5WHFLTsxzDLLDwGtZUI_nrnEU0WoF1mhu-z4gSCrUbBVQ/s1600/WorldSeriesnoahjakearonwill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-5tgiKHt_lGPAf18DHxwbyekSyfDanMfzldkj3Vza0us8Ri9Fp2nxtcWFFQh2aMguK_qsS0slhtU3kJJYaI-Y8zbpo2e5Q5WHFLTsxzDLLDwGtZUI_nrnEU0WoF1mhu-z4gSCrUbBVQ/s400/WorldSeriesnoahjakearonwill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611128801746897170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-26340265026427563332011-05-02T00:29:00.000-07:002011-05-02T00:56:17.336-07:00Tide Stain Booster Field Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDoUQdzIKDO7CkHO5LHN5AuLiMBxXQXu07z-OTPwBjLExhoA7SVZKXUSN8cjn9zLsHNyP7-5G96MKDpUmHbOqsBrCg0d7fI1NhGMrpiKTNopFRMhlR-UXX8xPsGRX8bk7RGOfn6wEnZQ/s1600/TideFDgiftbags.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDoUQdzIKDO7CkHO5LHN5AuLiMBxXQXu07z-OTPwBjLExhoA7SVZKXUSN8cjn9zLsHNyP7-5G96MKDpUmHbOqsBrCg0d7fI1NhGMrpiKTNopFRMhlR-UXX8xPsGRX8bk7RGOfn6wEnZQ/s400/TideFDgiftbags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602019393786879634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A few months ago, I was contacted by the folks over at Tide about trying their new Tide Stain Boosters product and sharing my results with friends both online and in my everyday life.<br /><br />I am already a big fan of Tide, so I jumped at the chance to be involved.<br /><br />We thought it would be fun to do a local event- a Mom and Kids Field Day.<br /><br />It was so much fun.<br /><br />We ate messy snacks like cupcakes with frosting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMzDBFL4Y7pEwGspEr6xRjibhxiLCVPBTnFL43S5UdJBJxwhE1T1TUfQ-Yj6ksKOIFiqKHM_zLVe4jthjiQ4z-aT0C90Ueil5BxDV6cjLVbkerC9CZW_BkQ8vw66Fw-_oGMtiOVma28So/s1600/TideFDcupcakesorange.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMzDBFL4Y7pEwGspEr6xRjibhxiLCVPBTnFL43S5UdJBJxwhE1T1TUfQ-Yj6ksKOIFiqKHM_zLVe4jthjiQ4z-aT0C90Ueil5BxDV6cjLVbkerC9CZW_BkQ8vw66Fw-_oGMtiOVma28So/s400/TideFDcupcakesorange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602018778745987090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And potato wedges and ketchup<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRuP9jrYx69avS6cC_vjhu9YMjthiDS0cFwcQ38JmvbPtiQtBsZh912NYD2Kp9_tRsDpdIEK3qO-IEa8fZOy0ACQhcydt3mWukNB98vx9vwVCF-6QanWxkwsENbZLzKEsDYwKKREBEI8/s1600/TideFDfoodfun.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRuP9jrYx69avS6cC_vjhu9YMjthiDS0cFwcQ38JmvbPtiQtBsZh912NYD2Kp9_tRsDpdIEK3qO-IEa8fZOy0ACQhcydt3mWukNB98vx9vwVCF-6QanWxkwsENbZLzKEsDYwKKREBEI8/s400/TideFDfoodfun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602019032470097170" border="0" /></a>{Yes, that is sushi in the background. Do I know how to throw a party or what?}<br /><br /><br />And we played some games<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTy97_NCT_SceI7QMkvNc_klr1RY1-nu85xGrcX6v-d6hOux4osBzgcCTDbfdb1fFRFcIXgCZgPAGhOpTbdlnqbf2IXtJF57FKx5hgz4-uWqXnMmaYHQLsn7L-tAT19imscAoBoct54s/s1600/TideFDhulaboy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTy97_NCT_SceI7QMkvNc_klr1RY1-nu85xGrcX6v-d6hOux4osBzgcCTDbfdb1fFRFcIXgCZgPAGhOpTbdlnqbf2IXtJF57FKx5hgz4-uWqXnMmaYHQLsn7L-tAT19imscAoBoct54s/s400/TideFDhulaboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602019738271294930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMEXohWGqhZNdLHl51ArFDmdLM0v_zAUbXAGhBoyzC5RE3Tdy0Yu7zMAO3xiXC6qdeBhyphenhyphen0NzIFjqq97LJsU0hNJWqwXqWHkw1qkBVEqN7XHYJUyNUlT81YAQHyHSNxCV_Ve2bOdH-7hY/s1600/TideFDboystoss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMEXohWGqhZNdLHl51ArFDmdLM0v_zAUbXAGhBoyzC5RE3Tdy0Yu7zMAO3xiXC6qdeBhyphenhyphen0NzIFjqq97LJsU0hNJWqwXqWHkw1qkBVEqN7XHYJUyNUlT81YAQHyHSNxCV_Ve2bOdH-7hY/s400/TideFDboystoss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602020734177074786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And learned about <a href="http://www.facebook.com/Tide?sk=app_188067517895388">Tide Stain Release</a> and its satin-fighting power!<br /><br />{BTW- I was THRILLED with the results I had on grass stains, ketchup, BBQ sauce and soy sauce,<a href="http://www.thesitsgirls.com/2011/03/stains/"> check out my video here.</a>}<br /><br />A great time was had by all!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGTaddql_TfohC-ey5ArYVITbjOOIhfqhnL0BSJqZC3-VMjVxsEqH31iUnrnomEJOz815YGRGMS_8_vP_QpWTUxlJJtdAiJdl70qk6LD8e3UpLQMKKZcw5e9e_YRXESJR02LQ2aiyH7Q/s1600/TideFDthumbsup.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGTaddql_TfohC-ey5ArYVITbjOOIhfqhnL0BSJqZC3-VMjVxsEqH31iUnrnomEJOz815YGRGMS_8_vP_QpWTUxlJJtdAiJdl70qk6LD8e3UpLQMKKZcw5e9e_YRXESJR02LQ2aiyH7Q/s400/TideFDthumbsup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602020198303482466" border="0" /></a><br />Wanna try it out for yourself? <br /><br />You can enter to win some pretty cool prizes!<br /><br />Visit Tide on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/Tide?sk=app_188067517895388">Facebook</a>!<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*I am a brand ambassador for Tide and have received material and/or payment incentives for my involvement.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-29834521066719949682011-04-26T14:37:00.000-07:002011-04-26T14:54:51.487-07:00Renewal.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqi3lr_bzW1_WsI2Y9DCQ0uYrSLIyxFT2FR8421kptHaBIhlMrwGAWzicoelyH6Br2Ig2llGc_weg7yimgVNwRWictGWZnGFMlnLmL3BBLxzDpYXDNdvX080Rdvmla8s4z975Xb4Dwf0/s1600/Robin+egg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqi3lr_bzW1_WsI2Y9DCQ0uYrSLIyxFT2FR8421kptHaBIhlMrwGAWzicoelyH6Br2Ig2llGc_weg7yimgVNwRWictGWZnGFMlnLmL3BBLxzDpYXDNdvX080Rdvmla8s4z975Xb4Dwf0/s400/Robin+egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600013996889431394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbiEZRNIUsPbW6S1BiPEJtdSDYHr795NQllclb9eBDoNPzRQLyXH68oUbKpAWWtFNU901dC7zZcB2USiQdDLliHXf0FQu-Ah7KG2sZmIXt_2_EgArMMrIuCXeS44NLvzrDr9u-mf5dDU/s1600/SavoringSpring2.jpg"><br /></a><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" >So its here.<br /><br />Spring is upon a us.<br /><br />A sense of renewal.<br /><br />I know we usually make resolutions and goals are often set at the new year mark, but I think I am going to use this awakening of Spring as inspiration to wake up too.<br /><br />To slow things down, to savor the simple.<br /><br />This month in <a href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?shva=1#search/fishful+thinking/12f4a1201e9ed362">Fishful Thinking Newsletter</a>, Dr. Reivich talks about "Savoring Spring". Taking time to watch the earth around us spring back to life. Slowing down and focusing on the positives- noticing the beauty.<br /><br />Not only is it a great reminder for me, but she includes a list of things to watch for with your kids.<br /><br />I love the idea of passing on "savoring" to my son.<br /><br />Creating a tradition of enjoying.<br /><br />It's been 4 months since my mom died.<br /><br />Four months of a blur.<br /><br />I'm using Spring to refocus on living.<br /><br />Living well.<br /><br />What about you?<br /><br />What does Spring hold for you?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-47274082254086043972011-02-01T09:17:00.000-08:002011-04-26T14:58:18.074-07:00FriendshipI received an email from a friend.<br /><br />A good friend.<br /><br />A friend who knows me in and out.<br /><br />Up and down.<br /><br />When I am looking for a safe zone- she is it.<br /><br />When I need to feel selfish.<br /><br />When I need to brag.<br /><br />When I need to whine.<br /><br />She sees the worst I have to offer and loves me anyway.<br /><br />The words she sent, had been sent to her.<br /><br />Now, I am sending them to you.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >"May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us."</span></blockquote><br /><br />That friend?<br /><br />Just called.<br /><br />30 seconds ago.<br /><br />While I was writing this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-14067523552986109232011-01-21T21:19:00.001-08:002011-01-21T21:22:33.263-08:00Pink Chair Deliciousness.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuSY6NOmackwUxOFSkstZDVhEW4PiSN1AjnGvhXAE4mkQyXi-pd_uZ3gHdCg6n7ZfA1tKYCuOddAmNyXXo21uoMUKbcn2L5KOUky3yv__ErC_v3F3ERaUXbUFueCkW_APu4uVk9aDCWYA/s1600/166104_10150359161235517_135249540516_16342644_2234726_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuSY6NOmackwUxOFSkstZDVhEW4PiSN1AjnGvhXAE4mkQyXi-pd_uZ3gHdCg6n7ZfA1tKYCuOddAmNyXXo21uoMUKbcn2L5KOUky3yv__ErC_v3F3ERaUXbUFueCkW_APu4uVk9aDCWYA/s400/166104_10150359161235517_135249540516_16342644_2234726_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564875707145040306" /></a><br /><div>I am completely in love with this chair.</div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently, it's sold at Home Goods. </div><div><br /></div><div>But not the Home Goods near me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Boo.</div><div><br /></div><div>That is all.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-47063352501258749922011-01-05T20:47:00.000-08:002011-01-18T16:31:21.352-08:00My Mom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdguFIcrH8HB3vS7nS2qcmYe0L8l-0PrP8ecbbAUh0t-C3UBrqIBJdpUmFMTVP8d4ju7GfcQw3zCfmTaD2mIYOaJia-FJXQ-x7lwTCw-S6qnlT7MiucY0Gi-nRv_9udlO3jZ4iO_Y1ltM/s1600/amymomtoffsled.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdguFIcrH8HB3vS7nS2qcmYe0L8l-0PrP8ecbbAUh0t-C3UBrqIBJdpUmFMTVP8d4ju7GfcQw3zCfmTaD2mIYOaJia-FJXQ-x7lwTCw-S6qnlT7MiucY0Gi-nRv_9udlO3jZ4iO_Y1ltM/s400/amymomtoffsled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558931657594534786" border="0" /></a><br /><span>The past two weeks have been a blur since my mom passed suddenly and unexpectedly from a pulmonary embolism on December 20, 2010.</span> <span>Today, January 6, 2011, we celebrate her life on what would have been her 58th birthday.</span><br /><br /><span>The outpouring of love and support I have received from the blogging community has been nothing short of amazing. I shouldn't be amazed- I've seen you hold people up through their worst moments, over and over again. </span> <span><br /><br />For our family and friends who are not able to join us in person, my sister and I wanted to share our mom with you.</span> <span>Below are the eulogies we each wrote and the slideshow we put together.</span> <span><br /><br />Your love, support and prayers have wrapped us tight and held us up during the worst hours of our lives. The gratitude we have is more than words could even begin to express, so a simple "Thank you" will have to suffice.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvjfJdxY5hzwiOt7QKr03ScVPWPIBofaIjXWxXn6Tliy-xua8R2uRAJb2bQ7u5JevYg2ydfCgbvSDGi1jhl8eD6gZdxZgfBKe7lg25GSwARKl8W88Z6oeoPtwjDfV2Vgty2ZtHbCdyqGA/s1600/tiffmomwaterfall.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvjfJdxY5hzwiOt7QKr03ScVPWPIBofaIjXWxXn6Tliy-xua8R2uRAJb2bQ7u5JevYg2ydfCgbvSDGi1jhl8eD6gZdxZgfBKe7lg25GSwARKl8W88Z6oeoPtwjDfV2Vgty2ZtHbCdyqGA/s400/tiffmomwaterfall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558932745824758770" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tiffany:</span> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">I’ve thought a lot about what I wanted to say today.<span style=""> </span>Wrapping up the complexities and love between a mother and daughter spanning 35 years is a daunting task.<span style=""> </span>But when I do pour over the memories and who and what my mom was to me there is one thing that remains a constant.<span style=""> </span>Love.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">The love I came from, the love that filled my childhood, the love I searched for and found in my own partner.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">My sister and I are living proof of the old adage, “the best thing a father can do for his children is love their mother.”<span style=""> </span>He loved her to the ends of the earth and back.<span style=""> </span>Every day of every year of every decade they spent together.<span style=""> </span>My sister and I grew up and followed my mom’s lead- marrying honest and kind men who we knew would make excellent fathers.<span style=""> </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">The way my mom loved me can be understood by every mother in this room.<span style=""> </span>Deep, endless, complete and without conditions.<span style=""> </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">One of my earliest memories is being sent to my room for misbehaving and having my mom come in a few minutes later to say, “No matter how mad I get, I always love you.<span style=""> </span>There is nothing you could ever do that would make me not love you.”<span style=""> </span>My sister and I heard these words regularly throughout our childhood.<span style=""> </span>What a gift.<span style=""> </span>A gift to know that there was a love out there that would carry you through anything.<span style=""> </span>And it did.<span style=""> </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love stood up for her 4 year old daughter when the local public elementary school refused to consider me as my birth date fell after the cutoff.<span style=""> </span>They told her that while I could handle the work academically, socially I would eventually fall behind….. Upon their refusal, this love drove her to a private school and convinced them to test me.<span style=""> </span>Wowed<span style=""> </span>by my clearly superior intellect and non-stop chatter, I was accepted.<span style=""> </span>That single decision changed the course of my life.<span style=""> </span>My love for learning blossomed.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love sat on my bed and cried with me when I lost the election for class secretary in third grade and 2 neighborhood girls ran by me on my walk home to tell me they didn’t vote for me.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That same love made every Halloween costume, cordoroy knickers and self-designed homecoming dress I ever asked for.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love lead girl scout troops, volunteered at CCD and was classroom mom every year.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love let me wear a party dress and tights to everyday of kindergarten.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love rubbed my legs when the growing pains were too much to bear.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love was first face I saw when I woke up from surgery at 10 years old and spent the next 5 nights on a cot next to my bed.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love helped me rip out the carpet in my room and lay down a black and white checkered floor- because I had a vision and thought it would look so cool. {It did}</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love looked me square in the face during the height of my seventeen year-old-know-it-all-sassiness and said “I would have done anything to have had my mother at your age.”<span style=""> </span>I now know exactly what she meant.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love hugged me hard when I nervously told her I had given my brand new coat to a man at the soup kitchen.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love sobbed in the other room when I packed up and left to try my hand at the University of Oklahoma.<span style=""> </span>And then welcomed me back 4 months later when the tragedy of the Oklahoma bombing was to much bear without my family.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love was there at 3 am when I knocked the cord of my word processor out of the wall and lost a 20-page college paper.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love quietly left gifts on the desk of a struggling colleague so her children would have Christmas.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love brought me clean laundry, medications, Orange Julius’s and quiet strength during the worst 9 months of my life and held my son on the best night of my life.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">That love showed me how to live.<span style=""> </span>To travel, to laugh, to enjoy life.<span style=""> </span>To be a best friend to your spouse and the giver of unconditional to your child.<span style=""> </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">The greatest gift my mom gave me was letting me be my true self.<span style=""> </span>Loud and friendly, silly and creative, bold and brazen, fiercely independent and incredible driven. Even when she didn’t understand it.<span style=""> </span>Even when she didn’t agree.<span style=""> </span>I was always allowed to be me.</p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=""> </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">The best way I, and everyone else in this room can honor her is to offer that same deep, abiding and unconditional love to those around you.<span style=""> </span>To hold space for others without judgement.<span style=""> </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">I need to take a moment to thank Rick and Laurie Turner and my sister in law, Leslee Gonzalez who sat with my dad during the most unbearable hours of his life as my sister and our husbands battled rain and traffic for 4 hours to get to him.<span style=""> </span>They also acted as our advocates when ridiculous emergency room timelines threatened to take my mother’s body from the room before we arrived.<span style=""> </span>It is because of their efforts and persistence that my sister and I were able to kiss our mom goodbye.<span style=""> </span>This is something for which we are eternally grateful.<span style=""> </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">To Dave Schneider Jr who, on a recent vacation, was able to truly capture my often camera shy mom in pictures we will cherish forever, thank you.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">To her siblings Anne, Sara, Dave and her sister in law Janet- she loved you all so much.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>Thank you for sharing the pictures and memories of her childhood.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">To my husband and his family, who lived through the same devastation 15 years ago when their father passed away suddenly- your example of continuing on and living life well in his honor gives me hope that better days are ahead.<span style=""> </span>The thought of my mom meeting Bill can’t help but make me smile.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">To all the girls of Agoura High who Amy and I spent our childhood with- your being here today means everything.<span style=""> </span>My mom loved each of you. Some of us were together almost a year ago to the day to celebrate the life of Connie Bereny- I am quite confidant Connie and my mom have already met up and swapped stories about their beloved grandsons... and somewhat nutty daughters<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">To my son, Will, who gave us a reason to celebrate Christmas, who sat in my bed and helped me with the slideshow, who gave my mom such joy- thank you.<br /></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">To her Princess Cruise family, especially Bruce, Anabelle, Eleanor and Chantal thank you for all of your support during this time.<span style=""> </span>We know you adored her as we did.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">To my dad’s USC family- the phone calls checking in on him have meant so much to us, thank you.<span style=""> </span>We know your support will continue when he returns to work.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">To everyone in this room who is here to celebrate my mom’s life, there are no words that can express the gratitude we feel- its overwhelming.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">My life has been changed forever. Not by the day of her death.<span style=""> </span>Instead, it has been changed by the 13,082 days that she was my mom.<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> ********************************************************<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dogkqOM_pD9dPBPzUHsnMAlycmiHt5qsr4WhL1p_dmACLlANp10m5Ihd82JJBkb6vWKGvKGod58KamX6hkn9-xuAbauZezK3NnQXo0mmQa299sLp7RCgyjR_6vV8GoKhJa7JvTJKNxg/s1600/momamycloseupsmile.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dogkqOM_pD9dPBPzUHsnMAlycmiHt5qsr4WhL1p_dmACLlANp10m5Ihd82JJBkb6vWKGvKGod58KamX6hkn9-xuAbauZezK3NnQXo0mmQa299sLp7RCgyjR_6vV8GoKhJa7JvTJKNxg/s400/momamycloseupsmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558933256738883394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amy</span><br /><style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Many of you here today have told me how much my mom loved me, and I thank you for that.<span style=""> </span>But in all this craziness, that is the one thing I have never questioned, because she showed me everyday.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me with fresh baked cookies, brownies or rice crispy treats waiting for me when I got home from school everyday.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me every time my asthma would flair up and she would sit up with me all night reading to me, watching movies and just holding me and rocking me back and forth.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me by coming to every soccer game…and believe me there were A LOT of soccer games.</p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me with every Halloween costume she made me from scratch.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me by making every Christmas morning absolutely magical.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me by never buying herself new clothes or nice stuff so that Tiff and I could have new clothes and so that we could all take amazing family vacations together.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me with the proud look she would get on her face when she was introducing me for the first time to her co-workers.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me by loving and respecting my husband as if he was her own son.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me by telling me how excited she was for me when I told her I was moving to Colorado, even though I know it broke her heart to see me move away.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me by taking every one of my millions of phone calls.<span style=""> </span>Whether it was to complain, vent, ask the most random question, or just chat about life, she always had time for me.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She showed me by always understanding and supporting me even if she didn’t always agree with me.<span style=""> </span>She was definitely the one person who knew me…the real me…better than anyone else.<span style=""> </span>I have truly lost my best friend.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">She always made such a big deal of every ones birthdays, every one except her own.<span style=""> </span>She would never let us throw her a big party. <span style=""> </span>Partly because she didn’t want us to spend the money but I also think partly because she didn’t think anyone would come.<span style=""> </span>So, I want to thank you all for being here today and for proving her wrong. Happy Birthday Mommy.</p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> ***************************************************</p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZTIGGcBp-TefwyJEhSfxfOiTkuI0udA3hfMPyj1SqAReGUT0-h-wz8oT4Kn9IujrhL-Mqq3FK8aqC-UoSvWR_zijebwCMEJXXmtN2gY1SKAc7FyLnZP1xW6KzrBvRfEoZOmKH0MDxrY/s1600/momruisebig2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZTIGGcBp-TefwyJEhSfxfOiTkuI0udA3hfMPyj1SqAReGUT0-h-wz8oT4Kn9IujrhL-Mqq3FK8aqC-UoSvWR_zijebwCMEJXXmtN2gY1SKAc7FyLnZP1xW6KzrBvRfEoZOmKH0MDxrY/s400/momruisebig2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563687880052265570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">While all that my mom was could never be summed up on a few pieces of paper, we hope you have a glimpse into the incredible person she was.Below is a slideshow we put together for the service from pictures of her life.</span></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18485314" frameborder="0" height="300" width="400"></iframe></span></p><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/18485314">mom memorial service</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user4765786">Tiffany R</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-12360144065512397032010-09-30T14:08:00.000-07:002010-09-30T14:22:48.546-07:00Enough.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVo5R8d240DRL2SqRLemSi7syr9nUL3TYCKXjXToKB9Q-YWZV9TW37_X8-W7jiYJ6mQv0kXJd0A6n0Gj8W2knaDjE9zmlA3EL5C7Npe-yKRLmrhju8sYhDVBvczcccytue9lyyhC3hf3k/s1600/4_17_00_PM_7088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 77px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVo5R8d240DRL2SqRLemSi7syr9nUL3TYCKXjXToKB9Q-YWZV9TW37_X8-W7jiYJ6mQv0kXJd0A6n0Gj8W2knaDjE9zmlA3EL5C7Npe-yKRLmrhju8sYhDVBvczcccytue9lyyhC3hf3k/s320/4_17_00_PM_7088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522818739887990946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You're probably bracing your self for some rant on me having "enough" of something negative...<br /><br />But that's not what this is about at all.<br /><br />It's about having <span style="font-style: italic;">enough.</span><br /><br />When is it all "enough"?<br /><br />In a world of more, more, more, I worry about teaching my son about "enough".<br /><br />Helping to recognize the abundance that's around him.<br /><br />Enough.<br /><br />It means so many things to so many different people.<br /><br />We sat down and did this <a href="http://fishfulthinking.com/Optimism/ActivityEnoughList">FT kids activity</a>.<br /><br />I was really pleasantly surprised at his list, which included:<br /><br />Enough stuffed animals.<br /><br />Enough food.<br /><br />Enough wii games.<br /><br />Enough friends.<br /><br />But the best one?<br /><br />Enough love.<br /><br />What are you feeling "enough" of today?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-78518338477427939862010-09-14T22:45:00.000-07:002010-09-15T00:02:05.863-07:00You Get Me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFU5OiWLtXtBpQsQmarS-fTrARpFnc9NIAtJJpYq30a-t-0uy1O614A1vWzYueQoA84f8n3zTKEH0tC3e1XgpbDu9emNQac4m1kj6wf78ks580oEDYAu_rtq9vxFzAKORR-68RP5AkSQ/s1600/tifwillbowl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFU5OiWLtXtBpQsQmarS-fTrARpFnc9NIAtJJpYq30a-t-0uy1O614A1vWzYueQoA84f8n3zTKEH0tC3e1XgpbDu9emNQac4m1kj6wf78ks580oEDYAu_rtq9vxFzAKORR-68RP5AkSQ/s320/tifwillbowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517015810787850882" border="0" /></a><br />You know how we always hear these cheesy, yet, fabulous lines in movies?<br /><br />Lines that you know aren't real, but make you secretly hope your husband will look across a crowded room at you and say, "You. Complete. Me".<br /><br />Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.<br /><br />Tonight, it happened to me.<br /><br />It was a regular night, like any other.<br /><br />Tucking in my 9 year old boy.<br /><br />The boy who has started rolling his eyes and getting a certain "tone" in his voice.<br /><br />A boy whose hugs and kisses come just a bit less frequently.<br /><br />A boy whose childhood is flashing before my eyes.<br /><br />That boy looked right at me from his pillow and said,<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Mom. You get me.</span>"<br /><br />It literally took my breath away.<br /><br />I looked at him and replied,<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I'm your mom. Getting you is kind of my thing."</span><br /><br />My life had a movie moment tonight.<br /><br />In the midst of the ordinary, my son made me feel extraordinary.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-62958866060790966902010-09-05T23:05:00.000-07:002010-09-05T23:17:19.440-07:00Mockingjay.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-tbv3lZWB4rXpXU6UiRV_CiPCD1SiKfcetGL1hB1NFwpC_4OvbNlDFvJRFnLLpnlkPZ2QYakYa7WVZdVaGKmQcng0uZ55dVDIWaodrlwR3zjaoDs1AylaqMZbIjB8EBht5qQbKW5Y_E/s1600/1282594217-mockingjay_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-tbv3lZWB4rXpXU6UiRV_CiPCD1SiKfcetGL1hB1NFwpC_4OvbNlDFvJRFnLLpnlkPZ2QYakYa7WVZdVaGKmQcng0uZ55dVDIWaodrlwR3zjaoDs1AylaqMZbIjB8EBht5qQbKW5Y_E/s320/1282594217-mockingjay_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513680241986428530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />So, many of you who stop by this place once in a while know that I am a huge fan of reading.<br /><br />I love books.<br /><br />Period.<br /><br />I've been known to term certain fabulous works of fiction as "<a href="http://www.onemomblogger.com/2008/04/crackliture.html">Crackliture</a>".<br /><br />You've heard me rave about <a href="http://www.onemomblogger.com/2009/09/keep-secret-please.html">Hunger Games</a>.<br /><br />And of course, the follow up, Catching Fire.<br /><br />Last night, I delighted in the third and final installment.<br /><br />Mockingjay.<br /><br />I would just like to take this moment to personally thank author, Suzanne Collins, for being true to her characters and story til the end.<br /><br />Although I will miss Katniss, Gale and Peeta, I leave them feeling satisfied and complete.<br /><br />Amen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-81850228329243517742010-08-27T22:20:00.000-07:002010-08-29T19:27:34.554-07:00Kindness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAjOGhToOkry_5wa4f_7tLspDgeIdcs2slVU1vF0O9bQb9MHjcumDY_KgJn-OdAaHZpXp7eRaYERNF1BDFaDkWt8hZFiCg3Rd7FIbcysvGHzOgvBOGXnt7_BgeqFlKH3Y5014O74EEfY/s1600/12_35_14_AM_5756.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAjOGhToOkry_5wa4f_7tLspDgeIdcs2slVU1vF0O9bQb9MHjcumDY_KgJn-OdAaHZpXp7eRaYERNF1BDFaDkWt8hZFiCg3Rd7FIbcysvGHzOgvBOGXnt7_BgeqFlKH3Y5014O74EEfY/s320/12_35_14_AM_5756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510330536602167490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />As many of your know, I am one of <a href="http://www.fishfulthinking.com/">Fishful Thinking'</a>s faculty moms.<br /><br />Its a fabulous program, and I am thrilled to be part of it.<br /><br />The other night, we had a conference call about kindness in our kids.<br /><br />Can I tell you how fascinating it was?<br /><br />Research shows the earlier you begin modeling kindness, the more likely your kids are to be kind.<br /><br />It got me thinking about our home and the things we are modeling for The Boy.<br /><br />What about you?<br /><br />What are you doing to instill real, everyday kindness in your kiddos?Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-27218697899159826642010-05-15T22:44:00.000-07:002010-09-14T23:36:25.862-07:00Gratitude Day 8.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcDlBEQwUMTPT7s_r7k_WcrA8Z9qnm9FV9H6wpo32Cvwa2-HwRv3OIIB9HPTiufiimXxyizUlhqCU_Fmcof6D6LSeHPbL7WIlgblx0Pz4hyphenhyphenBupAhlXgnIGGbIGwxm0CDsb_DRRRTj_HU/s1600/1066-1245373211lejd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcDlBEQwUMTPT7s_r7k_WcrA8Z9qnm9FV9H6wpo32Cvwa2-HwRv3OIIB9HPTiufiimXxyizUlhqCU_Fmcof6D6LSeHPbL7WIlgblx0Pz4hyphenhyphenBupAhlXgnIGGbIGwxm0CDsb_DRRRTj_HU/s400/1066-1245373211lejd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471741322450471586" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So, apparently, 30 </span></span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">continuous</span></span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> days of gratitude just wasn't doable....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">But, I'm getting right back on the blog and continuing.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Today, my son and I walked by the most gorgeous </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">bougainvillea.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It grows so well in our desertish climate here in Temecula.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I had to just stop and stare.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I love how hearty, strong and vibrant it is.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Fierce, but delicate vines just embrace whatever it's growing up or down or around. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Reminds me of the kind of women I want to be.</span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-17709805326655764932010-05-12T23:17:00.000-07:002010-05-12T23:24:23.448-07:00Gratitude Day 7.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7cU5I9BPsxITx6q53VDN5y34skUuJt_xSvV7PCcnfPd5YZxvohGL3yZ2X-GlWtQhs-cZLHfl4lVaiCNnNnOm6dpBy9aSL1XSyRf1MMtcaoTORz5SwCcNfyzMHAqm3zpVFnVNW7F-5js/s1600/chand.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7cU5I9BPsxITx6q53VDN5y34skUuJt_xSvV7PCcnfPd5YZxvohGL3yZ2X-GlWtQhs-cZLHfl4lVaiCNnNnOm6dpBy9aSL1XSyRf1MMtcaoTORz5SwCcNfyzMHAqm3zpVFnVNW7F-5js/s400/chand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470636634517478770" /></a><br /><div>Today was a mellow day, little work, a little play.</div><div><br /></div><div>Right now, I am snuggled up in my bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I looooooooove my bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>500 thread count sheets {<a href="http://www.overstock.com/">overstock.com</a> baby}, lots of pillows.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel at home.</div><div><br /></div><div>Totally comfortable.</div><div><br /></div><div>Full of gratitude for our beautiful, happy home and cozy beds.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-52819963751825304802010-05-11T20:29:00.000-07:002010-05-11T20:43:14.287-07:00Gratitude Day 6.Today I went to Sephora.<br /><br />AKA, "The MotherShip" and found a new shade of lip gloss that I LOVE.<br /><br />It's this perfect light pink color called "litchi shine"and because it's the <a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P230217&categoryId=B70#">Sephora</a><a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P230217&categoryId=B70#"> Nectar Shine</a>, it didn't cost me $30 bucks like my Dior Addict Lip Polish, that I love, but have a hard time justifying....<br /><br />I am grateful that I live near a Sephora and can wander aimlessly in all the cosmetic goodness.<br /><br />{Hey, we don't need 30 days of deep, right}<br /><br />What's your favorite-somewhat-frivolous, must-have-item?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-65212595360150467952010-05-10T12:06:00.001-07:002010-05-10T12:12:52.234-07:00Gratitude Day 5.Today has been a bit bumpy, some unrest and debate on the home front.<br /><br />I am grateful that I know it will pass and if these silly things are the biggest challenge I have at the moment, I am incredibly blessed.<br /><br />Today, I will be grateful that I know better than to sweat the small stuff.<br /><br /><blockquote>God grant me the serenity<br />to accept the things I cannot change;<br />courage to change the things I can;<br />and wisdom to know the difference.<br /><br />Living one day at a time;<br />Enjoying one moment at a time;<br />Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;<br />Taking, as He did, this sinful world<br />as it is, not as I would have it;<br />Trusting that He will make all things right<br />if I surrender to His Will;<br />That I may be reasonably happy in this life<br />and supremely happy with Him<br />Forever in the next.<br />Amen.<br /><br />--Reinhold Niebuhr</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-1389288720213118262010-05-09T21:37:00.000-07:002010-05-09T21:46:38.461-07:00Gratitude Day 4.Today is Mother's Day.<br /><br />I am grateful for my mom who is my biggest fan.<br /><br />Who always let me be exactly who I was, even when she didn't understand.<br /><br />From letting me design my own homecoming dress (that she then sewed) to letting me rip up the carpet in my bedroom and install black and white checkered linoleum because I had a "vision" of what my room should look like, she always encouraged and supported my creativity.<br /><br />To all the moms out there who are letting their kids blossom into their true selves, thank you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-87541045515326952682010-05-08T10:44:00.000-07:002010-05-11T08:20:23.526-07:00Gratitude Day 3.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-2X-cX2fVt115Zy-n5FZqbmS2vH32DOmutP2fGXmeLCgFC11VAY5K-AYZSUJeE_BGWI_ZPWmrjtsBPZUXTt11zhXYgfLVD0qoS62zWSSbcrGelpx02BkiybK5-a1ABpXlhHgJia9-4w/s1600/willdancxmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-2X-cX2fVt115Zy-n5FZqbmS2vH32DOmutP2fGXmeLCgFC11VAY5K-AYZSUJeE_BGWI_ZPWmrjtsBPZUXTt11zhXYgfLVD0qoS62zWSSbcrGelpx02BkiybK5-a1ABpXlhHgJia9-4w/s400/willdancxmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468959122644444082" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love music.<br /><br />Country, R&B, Pop, Rock, Classical, you name it.<br /><br />Music moves me.<br /><br />I can picture my life as a slide show and I know each song that would perfectly represent each time period.<br /><br />I also LOVE to dance.<br /><br />There is something about dancing that is joyous and liberating.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure my husband fell in love with me during a performance of CopaCabana at a local karaoke bar {and trust me, it wasn't the singing}.<br /><br />You should see the boy and me rock out to John Cougar Mellancamp's "Hurt So Good" or Lady GaGa's "Just Dance." I hope those jam sessions in the car are something he always remembers.<br /><br />I am so grateful for the music the stirs my soul and the rhythm that moves my body.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-11072073261475908412010-05-07T16:50:00.000-07:002010-05-07T16:59:56.463-07:00Gratitude Day 2.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-Y2HP2CAqZ0cy8WgkONIwPK0RPBGad-TNX5Ix7CRA6yhsdg8MHUTCm01nb80A-7NzwBtMAV84wg_h-UjGzxpc5vOcWVQ1Tgf856byadA_KZ8o1mE-OTO5LcLW4m1mukAB9bddn8ZMvc/s1600/Mexico_Cruise_4_08_034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-Y2HP2CAqZ0cy8WgkONIwPK0RPBGad-TNX5Ix7CRA6yhsdg8MHUTCm01nb80A-7NzwBtMAV84wg_h-UjGzxpc5vOcWVQ1Tgf856byadA_KZ8o1mE-OTO5LcLW4m1mukAB9bddn8ZMvc/s400/Mexico_Cruise_4_08_034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468681591302286306" /></a><br />Today I went over to my sister's place and spent some time in the pool.<br /><br />The weather was gorgeous and it was so relaxing to just hang.<br /><br />My sister and I have very different personalities.<br /><br />She would rather die than stand up in front of a room of people, and me? Well, I'd carry around a mic and host everyday if I could.<br /><br />She has all our Barbies shoes from 1981 in a zip lock bag and I can't find my son's baby album.<br /><br />Regardless of all the differences, we can chat for hours about... well.. nothing and everything.<br /><br />Today we did just that. <br /><br />And it was perfect.<br /><br />Today, I am grateful for my sister.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882293509385562358.post-41362970681639927312010-05-06T17:51:00.000-07:002010-05-06T17:55:26.220-07:00Gratitude.So, my last post was like 425 bojillion years ago.<br /><br />Spring Break trip was awesome and if I was a good blogger, I'd post fabulous pictures and regale you with witty stories of our travels.<br /><br />But I'm not, so I won't.<br /><br />Wondering what to do with this here space.<br /><br />I talk to lots of you everyday on twitter and see you at Bloggy Boot Camp.<br /><br />To get myself back into the grove of blogging, I am going to do 30 days of Gratitude.<br /><br />For them next 30 days, I am going to do my best to post about something I am grateful for.<br /><br />Thanks for your encouragement and interest.<br /><br />Day 1: I am grateful for you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s1600-h/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J4-QkpfaEdjxufvhnffVDPmkPfg5KiyFHrUlTC_MhAMRIPJBWx1IpWaT0IHekeKXWA3YDl00HQUOtTdNUjkzENd8QdmcNTw-9n7wEzdGLyjtTf3VQRYwk9rygEINIY_9OiX5bx0EWzM/s400/0051136C2EF3CCAD6FCD1F83D3D8BDBB-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681283862254834" border="0" /></a>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07635883243058872110noreply@blogger.com0