Hump Day and Foster Dogs

Happy Hump Day! It's Wednesday, and I had just a few minutes of downtime, so I thought I would post. In the last week, I have written two essays, tweaked one short story, tweaked one inanimate soliloquy, written one short story (MadLibs, loads of fun), read two short stories, taken a quiz on each of those, written a speech outline, and all of that was for school! I also did the Mom things, laundry, dishes, sweep, mop, drop notes and gym clothes off to daughter, and everything else that goes with the title of Mom. This week, I have an Anatomy & Physiology test to study for, an extensive American History test to complete, another inanimate soliloquy to write, another essay to write, a demonstrative speech to complete and prepare for, and I have to read Oedipus, not to mention the Mom stuff. Whoa! I am a little overwhelmed just writing all of that!

Valentine's Day is tomorrow! Whoops! More Mom stuff. I have to get the kiddos Valentines ready. No Super Photorapher Mom Valentines this year, just the $2 a box ones.

One more compartment of Tiff is FosterMom to dogs. That's what I want to share today. There's no soapbox in Tiff's corner, but I would urge dog owners to spay and neuter their dogs. We have two dogs of our own, and right now, we have our third foster. If you have a little time, and a lot of love, foster a dog. It's very rewarding knowing that this is one that was not euthanized because we are willing to love it (and clean some pee and poo) for a couple of weeks.

Foster #1 - Shadow - around 3 months old - female - went to rescue



Shadow and my pound pup, Rubah. Rubah was really the foster mom. :)


Foster #2 - JJ - short for Jesse James - around a year old - male - awaiting rescue or adoption


Foster dog #3 - Chupa - short for Chupacabra - pit pup - approximately 5 months - awaiting rescue



Love them all, but can't keep them all. This latest foster was so timid and skittish at first. At the moment, he is running around with Rubah playing with a shoe.

Friday, Friday, Gotta Get Down on Frida-hay

It's Friday, folks, no school for me, no kids at home, no husband at home! Solitude is a gift here in the World of Tiff. Usually, I would stay home today and do homework. Not today. Today, I had lunch with some friends at a place I've never been. What fun! I love going new places and meeting new people.

On another note, I ate healthy for lunch today, even though I was out having fun. Besides two bites of delicious dessert today, this is my fifth day with no wheat, and I am loving it. I feel very clean inside, and my pants are bigger! Well, no, they didn't grow. I am shrinking. Happy day, happy day! I haven't bought the book yet about this diet, but I have eaten no wheat, only meat, veggies, and fruit. My portions are smaller; thank you, protein. I do get hungry more often, but I feel like my blood sugar is really even throughout the day, and I am in an overall awesome mood with more energy than usual. Nuts, salad, veggies, fruit, steamed veggies with oil, meat, meat, meat, and water, water, water. I drink some coffee with a little cream or milk now and then, and hot tea on occasion. I don't think I am going to weigh myself for a long, long time. I feel so good in my current progress, and I don't want to get discouraged.

Well, happy weekend, blog followers!

Too Much or Not Enough?

Sometimes, I feel like I haven't made myself clear. Other times, I feel like I have beaten a dead horse. Where's the happy medium? I do not know. Oh, well, I guess. Here's to hoping and praying that what I say is taken as what it's meant to be.

Magic Hour

Sleep? Who needs sleep? Well, I do evidently, but not like everybody else. Usually, I am up until this time. I swear I am nocturnal by nature. Last night, I fell asleep reading "Metamorphosis" at about 8 p.m., and I was racked out hard, solid. No, I didn't dream of becoming a bug. Maybe I did and don't remember. If so, it didn't affect me. At not quite 3 a.m., I was up, up, up, and at 'em, bright eyed and bushy tailed! I mean I am awake for the day! Why does my body insist on being up at 3? What is it about this hour? I read in a book once that everyone has a certain time of day that it is quieter, not literally, well, maybe literally also, but spiritually. That is, time stands still, and they feel at peace. I guess for me, that is 3 a.m. Even though the dogs were playing together when I got up, they are all sleeping now. Three a.m. is my magic hour. I'm alone in the world! In the house anyway. Euphoria.

Making tea at 3 a.m. Love it.

1. Place loose oolong tea leaves in basket.

2. Add boiling water.

3. Let steep 7-10 minutes.

4. Remove straining basket, and photograph drops.

Add sugar substitute.

Add milk.

Enjoy!

Today Is a New Day!

Today is a new day, and thank God for that! Today, I did a load of laundry before class, read one of my stories for English next week, read an article and summarized it for Anatomy for extra credit, had a good healthy breakfast of meat and nuts and water, and made it to class on time and in time to print my summary. Yay for being prepared!

A couple of funny nuggets today. I went into the gas station to pay for gas, and decided I needed to use the facilities. I asked for the key, and the key was on a Vera Bradley ring (not the keychain, just the ring) attached to a fly swat. Is it me, or is that funny? Also at the gas station, the lady had hit the wrong button by mistake, and we had to wait forever for the register to stop printing the read-out. You notice things when you are just sitting idly by, or at least I do. There was a guy there who had on Velcro shoes. For one thing, I hate those, but the kind of amusing part was that they were not fastened. Velcro, really? What's easier than Velcro? Since it was taking so long inside, and I really only needed gas, I decided not to get the water I was holding and just pay at the pump. I put the water back and walked out the door. I paid with my card at the pump, and the pump said, "See cashier." It was out of paper, evidently, so I had to walk back inside to get my receipt. All of that happened at the gas station!

Lessons Learned

Today, I went to class unprepared. Lessons learned. Prepare far more ahead of time than one day. I only slept an hour and a half last night. My computer crashed twice while I tried to complete one assignment. Six pages lost and rewritten. Lessons learned. Save often. It saves to save. That didn't leave much room for my other assignment. Thank God for a forgiving teacher. I have the urge to say "never again." One class I missed last semester, and that was the last week. Three already missed this semester, and I'm in the fourth week. No more, God willing and the creek don't rise. Let's go 4.0 two semesters in a row. Have a good night blog followers. I am hitting the hay. You know what they say about lack of sleep being equal to intoxication? It's true.

Fairy Tales

We have been talking about Fairy Tales a bit in Creative Writing. This weekend, it snowed, and I got a little inspired. What do I do when I am inspired? Well, I take my muse out and shoot her.

Ha!

No, really, that's what I did.

Here's my Little Red Riding Hood.

Last, but not least, my favorite of the day.