Excuse Me, Operator.

....Could you please connect me to the time in my life where skinned knees, were alot easier to heal the broken hearts...??

Reality called last night....and what it had to tell me was all too familiar. Ladies & Gents. I am two months shy of 29. I have spent the last 6 years of my life singing the same song...only to find out the record is broken...and I have, like so many who have gone before me, fell into the "comfortable" mode in my life.

So, as 2009 has been knocking at my door, I've made some rather rash decisions, and for the first time in my life I am going to do things for me.

I've been looking at transfer options, searching jobs, apartments, and uhaul quotes. I've wanted to move back to Boston for the last two years, and this year....I am going to do it. I plan on being in beantown no later than the 4th of July.... I am looking for an apartment in the North End, or the back bay. I don't want to do the suburbs, I want to live in the heart of the city... I want to go home. So, if anyone comes across this and you know of any apartments that may be coming available early summer...lettasistaknow... :)

Let me just say, it takes alot of balls....and yes, I said balls...to pick up and move 1400 miles away from all that I have known since I was 18.... but these last 10 years in Memphis have kicked my ass....and I am ready to be happy again.... and happy to me is sitting in Fenway Park with a "fenway frank", watching my red sox.....or in Donovan's with an ice cold Sam Adams watching it on the big screen. I'll take either one...

So..hello world. Tiffany is back. And she's headed North.

"Standing at the back door, she tried to make it fast, but once she hit the hardwood it felt like broken glass, she said sometimes love slips away and you just can't get it back...let's face it. For one split second she almost turned around, but that would be like pouring raindrops back into a cloud...."

It's Beginning to Look alot Like Christmas.....

There are times in my life when I wonder why I have chosen a career in retail management. The hours are horrendous, the workload is enormous, and the multiple personalities you deal with on a daily basis can be somewhat overwhelming.

And every year about this time when things get hectic I remember why I am where I am....the lights and trees and all the fancy decorations are going up all around me....and all the world is at peace....well, not really.

I love the fact that if only for a little while, I can make a huge impact on the people around me. I would like to think that I can give them a little bit of "sunshine" during the hustle and bustle of the Holiday Season. . . .

To all of the consumers who plan to descend on the ever-fading retail market this Holiday Season, remember the people there....in those stores...this is their Christmas too. The people working management in your favorite retailers are more than likely working 6 days a week, 12 hours a day for the next 8 weeks...to ensure your Holiday season is the best their is to offer. So as you get frustrated with the long lines, the coupons that aren't working, the specials that were gone before you got there.....etc, stop and think before you let those "cheerful" words slip out.

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, filled with Holiday charm, in the air there's a feeling of Christmas.....

Another Day...

...Another Dollar.

I would like to consider myself a rather successful businesswoman. I have been with the same company for a little over 5 years. During these 5 years, I have held 11 positions. I work hard. I love what I do, and I am pretty darn good at it, but I feel the need to make one rather important clarification.

I manage ALOT of people. By alot I mean it ranges from 65-90 daily. Of those people, I would say 98% of them are women. Now, being a woman myself, I feel I have the right to say this: This is a business. It is NOT a junior high study hall. I chose not to be a teacher because I would like to leave all the DRAMA that comes with junior high in the past. Instead I am constantly badgered with the he said she said BS that comes with working with teenagers....however most of them are old enough to be my Mother.....

Class Dismissed.

One can always go home....

I feel like I am probably writing this to myself right now, seeing that most of my readers are long gone. It's been over a year since I posted anything. Life happens. I allow it too consume me, and the rest is history.

I talked to an old friend for a while tonight. It never ceases to amaze me how escaping to a memory can still set my soul on fire. . . Makes me wonder if leaving that time and place was the right decision....If I can still remember every detail of every conversation...every touch... does that make it just a normal memory or something more.... I guess I will never know. But it feels good to know, even if only in mind....I can always go back.

Signing out....

"I can still feel you just as close as skin every now and then..."

Ouch. That Hurt.

Sometimes I think life should come with it's very own Emergency Repair kit. You know so when life just isn't they way it "should be" you can simply just bandage up and keep on trucking. Now, wouldn't that be nice?

I have set some goals for myself. Some I have mentioned before. Life changing goals. But in order for me to be on track to meeting my goals, I have to make several changes, some bigger than others. Some that are easy, and some that just hurt like hell. That's the part I'd like to skip.

People that I will have to leave behind. Thats what breaks me. That is what causes me to stop dead and my tracks and wonder if I am making the right decision or not. If you truly love someone, how do you begin planning a future without them in it? That, my friends, is a hard question to ask, but can you imagine how hard it is to answer? So you keep heading towards your goal...knowing that eventually you will have to leave the place where you are, and when that time comes you hope that they will follow you. But what if they don't? Ouch. That could hurt.

We want to think that we are a essential part of someone's or some people's lives. But what happens when it comes down to the line, and you find out all to abruptly that they really didn't need you after all? Ouch. That Hurts.

AHHHHH! I have to stop thinking and get some rest. It's gotta get easier.

"Knew I could never hold that girl, She was born to see the world. All I got is a picture... she mailed me. Barefoot in the snow white sand, A bag of sea shells in her hand, She finally found a paradise it seems. On the coast of somewhere beautiful, Trade winds blowin' through her hair, Sunlight dancin' on the water, And I wish I was there. Don't know how I'm gonna find her, All I know so far...She's on the coast of somewhere beautiful, Runnin' with my heart."

3WW.....

Found this over at Bone's Place and decided to give it a shot....hold the applause, please.

"Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog."

1. Packed
2. Cozy
3. Anticipation

The sun beat down heavily on us as we PACKED into Micah's Explorer. It felt good to be free again. Free of essays, free of pop quizzes, and free of all the drama that dorm life can bring. We had no real destination in mind. Just drive til' we hit the shore line. Now, I am no geography major, but I do know that there is no shoreline too close to Chicago, Illinois. So I decided it was best if I made myself COZY between the two not-so-tiny-eats-their-wheaties-for-breakfast lacrosse players that joined me in the back seat. I should have known better. There would be no rest and relaxation in a truck packed with 5 of the rowdiest souls that our little prestigous university had ever seen. I'm not sure if it was the ANTICIPATION of the week ahead of us, or just the excitement to be done with the books for good, but that ride proved to be the wildest of my life.

"Baby you don't know what it's like. Baby you don't know what it's like. To love somebody, to love somebody..the way I love you."

Next Blog

Random Rant:

After a year long hiatus from the blog-world, many of the blogs that I used to visit on a daily basis, are no longer in existence. So in efforts to re-build by blog library I ventured into the world of the next blog button. yah. not so much. Turns out that only about 1 out of every 1,347,465 are in english. So my efforts turned up, few results. Oh well. So lemme know if your out there, and you have something interesting to say. K?

The Ups and Downs....

.....of Beale Street Music Festival.

We ventured down to, what has come to be known as Mudfest last night. Mainly, because I wanted to see Daughtry and Hinder. It's the only night I went this year, and I am quite ok with that. I am too fond of Drunken Crazy Crowds.

Believe it or not.

So I feel that it is only fair to humor you with my humble recap. Daughtry, who honestly was who I was really looking forward too...well, didn't do all that great. Actually, that is putting it quite nicely. It seemed he spent more time screaming than singing. Now to his defense, when he actually decided to sing he did sound half-way decent. And the band sounded amazing. Mid-way thru the show (about the time Counting Crows was starting on another stage), the crowd began to dwindle. I was a tad bit disappointed.



Now HINDER on the other hand, rocked out. I mean kicked -butt rocked out.
It made the trip through the hellacious traffic, and ever-winding parking garage worth it. There were a few songs that I was not too familiar with, but then there were the ones that have made them famous. Better than me and Lips of an Angel. Both of which are currently in my top 10. If you have never made the journey to Mudfest (nicknamed that because there has yet to be a year when Tom Lee Park has not turned into a Gigantic Mud puddle) it's definately worth the trip. The two bands I went to see were joined by several other big names....such as; John Legend, Counting Crown, Papa Roach, Three 6 Mafia (come on you know you can't have a Music Fest without them), and many, many, more. So next year around this time, why don't you plan a little trip to the Birthplace of Rock and Roll. Hear some good music, and heck...I'll meet you on Beale for a beer.

And that my friends was my Sunday. I have one more day off before I go back to my lovely, lovely job. So I am pretty much doing nothing. . . Call me. Let's go play some frisbee golf or something!!

"I told myself I won't miss you, but I remember...what it felt like beside you...."