The Real Tiffany D.

Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

Dream house. (Taken with instagram)

I love my green-eyed kitty!! (Taken with instagram)

Hahahah! Found this video.

This girl reminds me of myself when I’m around children.  

(Source: koalahipster, via hellogiggles)

Listening to the Ingrid Michaelson station on Pandora I can’t help but think of the millions of places that I would love to see right now at this current moment.

 so here’s my list:

1)      Coney Island (in New York)—I want to eat a Nathan’s hot dog, scope out the sights, ride on a carnival ride like the Ferris Wheel and enjoy summer weather.

2)     Russia—Since I took Russian History at Manhattanville my sophomore year I’ve had a fascination with St. Basil’s Cathedral. I’m really drawn to color and that has to be one of the most boldly colored cathedrals out there making it a dream come true for me.

3)     Spain—People there siesta, they go home for lunch, they seem chill, laid back, but at the same time know how to have the greatest time. I must make it my mission to befriend everyone there that wants to be my friend!

(anywhere in spain will do fine, but the place that strikes my fancy the most—Barcelona).

4)     Chile—I’m not sure if I’m generalizing, maybe I am, probably, but after the immense amount of press coverage on when those miners were stuck underground, I felt like people really came out for them. They baked them things and sent it down, provided them with everything, company, conversation, food, and love. I’m not entirely sure if I ever heard of people going all out like that. It made me curious about the country.

5)     Raleigh, North Carolina—I read somewhere that Raleigh is considered the place that harbor the happiest and healthiest women, so in that regard let’s get fucking going, but it’s not just that. It seems different, different from Connecticut and New York. I want to see something new.

6)     Kansas— No idea what’s there. Really curious though.

7)     London—Let’s hear it for British rock.

8)     Georgia—I hear such great things about Atlanta and I never expect to. It’s warm, seems like there’s a lot to do. Need to see that. SOON.

9)     Cancun—I just want some great food, beach 

10)   …I’ll have to think of something good for good ol’ number 10.

Happy Birthday to me!

Despite being in a very bad mood yesterday, I woke up today refreshed. But I’ll admit the whole bad mood thing the day before made me completely forget that…today is my birthday!

I’m turning 23-years-old. Even though 23 is not considered OLD necessarily I can’t help but think that the way I feel doesn’t really match my age. I still feel like a little baby. 

But I have a good feeling about this year. I started off 2012 right with a good new year’s celebration—-my first ever in New York City—-and since then I’ve been feeling hopeful for the future not only in my career but my personal life as well.

So cheers to my birthday, even though I don’t have champagne in my hand at the moment (it’s only 8:30am), but for those of you who live elsewhere where it’s an appropriate time to drink, or even if you think the early morning is a good time, let’s drink to the new year, my birthday, and the fact that maybe soon I won’t think of myself as little baby tiffany.

Sitting here trying to think about what I want for breakfast (pancakes) and enjoying my morning coffee I suddenly started thinking about my grandmother.

I remember when I was younger my parents would drop me off at my grandparents house where they would make me tostas (portuguese for buttered toast) and a galao (portuguese drink that’s pretty much a lot of milk with a little bit of coffee.) 

I loved nothing more than going there in the morning, eating breakfast with them and watching the price is right.

It’s sort of sad how everything changes. My grandfather isn’t here anymore and he was the one who took charge of breakfast. And my grandmother is perpetually sad that he is no longer with us. So sad that she doesn’t seem to see any reason to live life as much as she can or to just enjoy the little things like tostas. 

Needless to say she doesn’t make that great portuguese breakfast anymore. 

And when I go over there I notice how she seems to fixate on one portion of her life. 

 ”My mother died when I was six months old. My father died when I was 14 years old. We came over to Portugal from Brazil on a boat….”

She usually starts off her story like that. And the thing I just can’t seem to understand is why that part? Of course I understand it was hard to be without parents, but she doesn’t actually seem to remember any of the good times in her life. Like meeting my grandfather, having my mother and my uncle, traveling to America from Portugal, family time, trips.

I mean if you ever speak to her she’d tell you how it was all her doing that the family came to the United States. It was because she was born in Brazil and NOT Portugal that she was able to cross over the good ol’ atlantic.  

I’m not sure why she can’t remember anything good about her life, but I sure do hope that she at least acknowledges that her life wasn’t all hardship, but that there were some good times mixed in.