Finding Tiffy- Day 2-6

8/11- Day 2

I went to a wedding (which was simply stunning) where I had to act like a grown up. Mostly because I'd done the programs and wine labels- which were fabulous! My child-like thing? My mommy brought me groceries from her house, side note: since I've moved out I'm pretty sure she's under the impression I'm not eating. ever.

Anyway, I digress, in said grocery bags was also a shirt she had purchased for me. It was a pirate shirt featuring Blackbeard. I then proceeded to give her the history of ol' Edward Teach, after I finished squealing and jumping up and down.

8/12- Day 3

Slept in. Watched Beauty and the Beast. Twice.

8/13- Day 4

Had dessert before lunch.

8/14- Day 5

Decided to dress like a modern Pirate. This consisted of: New pirate shirt, cut off shorts, big hoop earrings, and a bandana. Also used pirate lingo for the entire day. Aye, matey? Y pirate name is Tiff the Terrible.

8/15- Day 6

I was at a fair for Liberty University today with my current place of employment (Macy's). My coworker and I stopped by Starbucks on the way there. She of course got a grown up coffee. I go apple juice, with two shots of raspberry. Seriously, try it- it's amazing!

Finding Tiffy- Day 1

Today I did boring things. I woke up, organized my closet, went out with my roomie.

However there was about 5 minutes where I connected with Tiffy. I actually made Meagan (my roomie) say "Seriously? It's like having an 8 year old brother again!" What did I do?

I attacked Meagan with my nerf gun.

Twice.

She will now be prepared for further attacks.

When the heck did this happen?

Sad news ladies and gents.

The worst has happened. Somehow, I'm not sure how, but I've become. An adult.

Dang it.

I swore it would never happen, yet it has. I'm a boring adult. I'm in bed by 12, if not 11. I have a job that I complain about, I haven't watched a Disney movie in months, I started getting heartburn, I haven't stepped foot on a playground in nearly a YEAR and boys no longer have cooties (ok, so maybe the cooties thing isn't so bad). What the heck has happened?

I swore up and down I'd get older but never EVER become an adult. Sadly, I've lost my magic. I don't know how this happened, but I'm correcting it RIGHT FREAKING NOW!

I think it'll take about 3 months of me doing something childish everyday before I'm back on track.

Starting today, August 10, the Inner Child Project starts. I'll update daily with my activity, sometimes a picture.

Keep me loyal my friends.

You know you're a female magician when...

Yes all of these have happened to me..

You tell your friends "I think I'll work the streets this summer!" and none of them try to stop you.

You realize one of your cards is missing, then you remember it's in the guy's pocket on the other side of the room.

Nobody will play poker with you.

You only have one pick up line, "Pick a card, any card."

Someone asks for your number, you tell them to check their pocket because it's already there.

Your purse is 95% gimmicks and 5% stuff that actually goes in a purse.

Someone says the word "magic" your friends all look at you.

You've been asked by someone to "Show me your stripper" and not gotten offended.

You accidentally palm any coin in your hand.

Other people think you're a heavy smoker because all of back pockets on your jeans have a card box imprint on them

More people know you as "Magic Girl" than your actual name.

You've spent a Saturday night with a group of elderly men, and nobody thought you were a gold digger.

A guy tries to hit on you by doing a magic trick, and you show him a better way to do it.

The Care and Keeping of a Tiff

Do NOT:

Allow to watch Dr. Who, a severe infatuation will develop resulting in The Tiff's entire world revolving around the Doctor and TARDIS

Expect her to be on time

Start a conversation about magic and expect it to be over in 5 minutes or less

Allow near men with rodent feature and/or foreign accents for fear of public humiliation on everyone's part

Do:

Realize that singing will likely be accompanied by interpretive dancing

Be sure to let her view at least 1 disney movie every month for fear of her losing her classic charm

Be aware when feeding her sweets/caffeine. these items are the beginning of a slippery slope that is not for the faint of heart

Allow her to play as many non-traditional games as possible. it allows her creative energy to flow

NEWS FLASH: NEW FAVORITE (woman) SUPERHERO

Today, I discovered one of the best things ever. Did you know, DC comics modeled a superhero after me? Yeah, true story. Don't believe me? Check this out:

WEIRD!!! She looks like me too...oh right and to get even weirder:

1) She looks like me, even more

2) She was on Smallville meeting CK

3) My birthday is March 26

DC, please credit me as the real Zatanna. Much love :)

Return of Supergirl

At the beginning of the Summer, my housemates (mom and sister) and I went to Myrtle Beach. My second favorite place in the world, behind Disney. I completely forgot to bring a cover up, and as every girl knows it's just awkward to ride in an elevator and walk through the lobby in just a bikini.

Although I missed the "always be prepared" thing in Girl Scouts, I did learn the importance of improvising from theatre. Which lead to me using my Super-awesome shirt as a cover up.

While I could make this whole post about the looks and smiles I got from the college guys there, suffice it to say there were a lot of those. No, this story revolves around a little boy around five or six years old.

After being on the beach for awhile, I was going back up to the room - which was on a higher floor so I obviously wasn't going to walk. Ok, I wouldn't have walked even if we were on the second floor.

It was around noon, when the elevators are swamped with parents and their kids headed to their rooms for either lunch or aloe. Have you ever noticed the awkward silence in an elevator? I've noticed kids are totally immune to it! It's so great! Anyway so there I was, in an elevator with about 4 parents and 2 kids in my Supershirt.

The awkward silence encompassed us like a hazy mist, until the sun broke through. That sun was in the form of a five or six year old boy who at that moment turned to his dad and said, "Dad, why isn't Supergirl flying to her room?"

Then a little girl a little older than him interrupted this beautiful moment with, "She's not Supergirl! She's not real." There's one in every crowd....

The best part was the dad's answer, said completely deadpan "I don't know, why don't you ask her?"

As the boy (and smug little girl) turned to me, the elevator reached my floor. Before I stepped out though I looked at the boy and said:

"It was too windy, I tried earlier today but the manager asked me not to anymore since I kept breaking windows."

I then winked at the girl and went to my room.

Best. Elevator ride. Ever.

I may even venture to say it was super.

(As a side note: it was ridiculously windy that day, and part of the hotel was under construction so some windows actually were taped up/broken looking.)