Update Frequency Poll: The Results are IN!

That's right, you voted (all 9 of you) and have decided how often I'll be posting in FLAD. (Well, more or less…more details on that once I announce the results.)

And the results are in!

According to your votes, the number of times the majority of you want me to post is:

Drumroll please...

"I LIKE MEATBALLS!"

Very funny...

So here you go, you delightful idiots:

MMMMmmmmmm…meatballs…

Anyhow, in the world of legitimate responses, there was a tie between posting 5 times per week and 2 times per week. This is where the "more or less" comes in, regarding your powers in choosing how often I post.

I'm deciding the tie.

I will be posting 2 times a week: Tuesdays and Thursdays, however…

…I'm keeping the Sunday Special Series: Talks with My Teenage Years, which means 3 weekly posts until I run out of high school diary entries. So, in a way, we all win.

Thank you for voting, those of you who did. I really appreciate it! And please, if this little blog brings you joy, feel free to share it with folks you think might get a kick out of it too! 

You can also subscribe over there on the right somewhere! -----> 

And a million thank-yous for no one voting, "NEVER AGAIN YOU SPIDER FART!" 

Luh' you, shawties. All of you.

Wanted: Your Opinions - Like NOW

So, I've been making daily updates to FLAD but I'm wondering if perhaps this might be too advantageous.

So I'm going to leave it up to you guys…the few who read FLAD on the regular: THE FREQUENCY OF MY UPDATES LIES IN YOUR GRUBBY (but also strikingly beautiful)  LITTLE HANDS!

You should feel drunk with power right now. ALL OF YOU.

I just wonder if maybe posting less frequently works better for everyone.

Some thoughts on this:

• I'll have more time to write.
• You'll have more time to visit and read.
• You'll also have something to look forward to. 
• WE ALL WIN.
• Unless you don't read FLAD, in which case you'll never win.
• Also, you aren't reading this then, are you?
• Ice cream.
• I'll have more time to organize my thoughts on my MySpace posts.
• Now you want ice cream, don't you?
• Uncle Joey > Uncle Jesse for me. I'm sorry. 
• Not a looks thing, I just…musicians are great but humor really gets me. 
• You'll be less likely to miss a post.
• Plus I like saying the name "Dave Coulier"
• If I get busy, it won't be a let down for anyone if I can't post that day.
• http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view/54500/cut-it-out-o.gif
• Reasons and random things make great bullet lists.

So just go ahead and answer right here, as often as you like:

How often should I update?
	Once per week
	Twice per week
	3 x per week
	4 x per week
	5 x per week
	6 x per week
	Daily
	NEVER AGAIN YOU SPIDER FART
	I like meatballs
pollcode.com free polls

I'll continue to post daily this week and make my decision for next week based on the feedback here. 

A Quick Note of Gratitude

Don't worry, my 24-year-old-blog spewings will return shortly, but I felt like I needed to take a moment to thank, well, everyone.

Going through my old blogs (and I've read almost all of them just to see what I'm getting myself into in upcoming posts) I realized the truth of what many people have said about social media outlets:

People tend to post things that make themselves and everything in their lives look great.

Life events, accomplishments, amazing food that they're eating, check-ins to rad places, etc. You know what I'm talking about.

Makin' everything seem like...

Of course, no one wants to read posts about how bad things are all the time either.

"Ugh. My toothpaste fell off the brush onto the counter, and then I forgot my lunch, and then the bus smelled like piss, and also I'm still single, and the sun is mocking my misery, and why are my friends so happy, and…"

I think there's a fine line between being honest in social media and being too positive or too negative---which based on my MySpace entries and my Facebook posts over the years, I am guilty of BOTH.

But I've been trying to post honestly. To highlight the good, the average, the normal, and sometimes to include the not-so-great. Because the truth is, everyone is dealing with something at some point, and it's really important to keep that in mind.

We all have our victories and our battles. That's human nature. And sometimes it's hard to remember that.

Anyways, the reason I'm telling you all of this is not to incorporate gifs or talk social media -- it's because last night I posted on my Facebook page the following status update:

"Not gonna try to hide it: feeling a little blue tonight. Life is good, but sometimes you still get sad. That's just part of it."

This wasn't a cry for help. It wasn't a post in order to garner attention or a response.

In all honesty, I felt like it was important to be vulnerable and let my friends know that, Hey guys, this weekend I posted a lot of really fun stuff; it looks like I'm always happy all the time. But the truth is, tonight I'm blue. Nothing major, it's just the way life goes. But, you know… it's not all cooking in fun aprons, cuddling with GC, and movie nights. 

What happened next blew my ever-loving mind (and led to me writing this post).

Within minutes, friends were reaching out in various ways just to let me know I was loved. Simple as that. Making me laugh with texts and messages and empathizing.

It was beautiful. And although I was blue, knowing that I wasn't alone and being reminded that the people in my life are absolutely amazing made it much, much easier to fall asleep last night.

And more importantly, to remember to be incredibly grateful.

And also to make sure I pay close attention to the people in my life in case they need a text or a hug or a laugh.

So, everyone, thank you. I am a really lucky lady, and better---so much better---for knowing all of you.

Next time I see any of you lovely idiots, this. 

Talks with My Twenties: March 15, 2005 (post #3) - Age 24

Subject: Males

I will never understand them. I don't hate them, one bad apple shouldn't spoil the bunch....but how is it that I get 3 rotten ones on [sic] a row? *lol* I think I'm going to vomit.

First of all, me, THREE posts in one day?! About nothing?

At 24, you had the Seinfeld of blogs, Tiff. 

Anyhow, you are so cute. 24 and upset that your last 3 relationships were with rotten dudes. (And actually, if you're referring to your ex-husband, give it some time. You guys actually become friends. I know...you never saw that one coming, did ya?)

I don't even know who the third rotten one is. That is how insignificant that guy became.

But most importantly, the second guy you're referring to? The one you thought you'd never live without? Guess what?

You are living without him just fine. 

You barely ever think about him. Those thoughts stopped sometime in 2006. Now every once and a while he crosses your mind, but it's just another memory.

No different than the memory of that day in kindergarten when you were absolutely terrified of those hermit crabs that some twisted, 5-year-old monster brought in for show-and-tell.

Actually, that memory causes more strife than thinking about good ol' Mr. "I Once Taped a Razor to a Stick So I Could Shave My Back." (#truth)

What I am saying though is, the memory of that guy and the relationship doesn't carry all that weight forever. You get over it.  And that's a beautiful thing.



You still don't understand men, though. You have a better grasp...but I don't think they'll ever stop being mind-boggling.

All we know about that at 33 is:

Maybe 43-year-old Tiff will have some insight on that one.

Love,
33-year-old Tiff

Talks with My Twenties: A New Blog Project

So, it's no surprise that it's been quite a while since I've posted in FLAD - which initially was created in order for me to deal with a shiny, new breakup.

Well folks, it's been 8 months...which is about half as long as the relationship lasted and so, according to my mom's very sound theory, it's exactly the amount of time it takes to recover from heartbreak.

That's right, take the amount of time you spent with Mr. or Ms. wrong, divide it in half, and then you'll be able to successfully calculate how much time you have to gorge yourself on pints of ice cream and cry into your pillow with the excuse, "BUT I AM DEALING WITH HEARTBREAK! Feelings...are only made...to be EATEN. And the only pants that I want in my life ARE MADE OF FLANNEL AND FOR SLEEPING. My face is covered in mascara and I'm fucking LEAVING IT!"

Truth be told, I've been feeling fine since about September, when the shock of the whole thing diminished greatly and I found myself two months into living in my cozy, new apartment, making new friends and reconnecting with old ones, and celebrating the awesomeness of life in general.

This is how I celebrate.
This is also how I start my mornings.

So at this point it's safe to say, I'm not only over it but I'm really into living life to the fullest in general.

So if there's no post-breakup healing to be done anymore,  what does that mean for FLAD?

Well...sometimes life gives you lemons...and you made lemonade...

...and THEN you happened to find a bottle of vodka in your cabinet.

What I'm saying is, I found a collection of ALL OF MY MYSPACE BLOGS FROM 2005 - 2008.

!!!

Glory!

That's right. My mid-twenties laid out in my own words and experiences. And it is glorious. And embarrassing. And also kind of heartbreaking. But mostly glorious.

So I've decided to dedicate my postings on FLAD to a new project: Talks with My Twenties.

 I'll be posting an old blog excerpt of mine from those MySpace gems, and then provide commentary based on what's happened since.

 It's like a time machine. It's a moment for me to go back and see myself at 24, 25, 26, and 27 and not only understand that version of myself in a new way, but understand who I am today in a new light as well.

It's also a moment for you to laugh at whatever this experiment may bring. 

It's going to be about acceptance, and hilarity, and the false thinking that we obviously know everything there is to know about life, and honesty. Brutal, hilarious, honesty.

And guys? I'm RULL excited about it.

Bookmark this blog, bitches. It's gonna be a rollercoaster of sidesplitting nonsense that you DO NOT want to miss.

And also some terrible poetry.

Love,
Tiff