Christmas Haul 2011!

Well, guys, I hope you had a magnificent holiday!  I know it was crazy at my house on Christmas Day with all my nieces and nephew running around, but I loved every minute of it. This year, due to my, as well as my mom, sister, and Cait's, obsession with Pinterest, some adorable DIY gifts were made. Seriously, Pinterest is eating my soul. If only I could get paid to pin all day, right? Anyway, here are some of the fabulous gifts I was given this Christmas:





1] A magnetic board to hold pictures, notes, or even little make up organizers! Given to me by my beautiful sister.

2] A shirt that says Always with the Deathly Hallows! Given to me by the lovely Cait. (She also made me one that says, "Come at me bro," but it doesn't show up well in pictures.)

3] A stencil I made for Kei. (Thanks to my boyfriend for introducing me to the world of stenciling!)

4] Canvas art for Cait. Audrey is felt from an old shirt I have with the quote, "Nothing is impossible. The word itself says, 'I'm Possible.'"

Along with all these wonderful handmade presents, I got some really awesome commercial gifts. My brother got me Easy A, a bunch bath stuff from my parents and a coat, a scarf and lotion from Katie, and a scarf from my boyfriend's mom. From my awesome boyfriend I received The Complete Calvin and Hobbes. That's right. I said The Complete Calvin and Hobbes! I was so excited. I love, love, love Calvin and Hobbes. Now I have them all!

Things to do in place of studying.

Well, bloggers, it's that time again. That dreadful week of sweats, coffee, and more math than I've ever wanted to cram into seven days. Finals week. Luckily, I have but three finals, and one of them I'm not even counting because I'm cocky and not worried at all. It will probably come back to bite me later, but this is something I'm willing to accept. Unluckily, I'm pretty sure I have tonsillitis, so studying is that absolute last thing on my to do list, hence me blogging instead of studying.

In honor of avoiding my finals prep, I've compiled a list of the ridiculously exciting things I'm doing instead.

1. Blogging.
This is a given since I'm writing this blog, but still. I'm not only writing this blog, I have been perusing blogs as well. I'm trying to find a link-up I really like so that I can blog at the very least once a week, even when school begins next semester!

2. Rockin' my hips to the blues.

If I learned anything from Grey's Anatomy other than doctors are whores, it's that when you're down, dancing it out is the best thing you can do if you don't cry. The stress of school is bogging me down, what do I do? I crank up one of the best forms of music ever and get to moving. I can't actually dance at all, but it feels good! If you don't do this, do it. I promise it's surprisingly effective.

3. Baking.

We all know how I am about baking. I just cannot help it. I love it. The other day, I made cream cheese cookies. It was my first time tweaking a recipe a bit, and I have to say they didn't turn out horribly! They weren't as sweet as I'd like, but I'm pretty sure that's just the result of the cookie and my intense sweet tooth. I've been all over blogs and pinterest, compiling a list of recipes and desserts I want to try! I'll be posting about them because that's what I do. Maybe I'll start a list of recipes I've tried?

4. Reading.

I've been holding off on the reading because I know once I start, it'll be bye bye studying for finals and hello literature. I keep telling myself, just one more week, just one more week! Then, I have about eight or so books to borrow from the boyfriend and I will crawl into seclusion and bask in the glory of my book adventures. It will be heavenly.

5. Pinterest.

I cannot get off of this thing. It is so wonderful. It's an addiction. I'm on here more than I'm on facebook, which lately, I haven't been on facebook all that often. If you have pinterest, link me so I can follow you!

6. The Nutcracker Ballet.

Tonight, Eli is taking me to see The Nutcracker Ballet. It's just the one here in town because he had to work last night so we didn't get to go to Memphis to see it. I am absolutely in love with The Nutcracker. It's definitely one of my all time favorite ballets. When I was eight, my school took a trip to see it in Memphis(where I lived at the time) and I was entranced. Ever since, Tchaikovsky has been my favorite composer. I love his ballets and his fantasias after Shakespeare. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. So is my boyfriend for taking me to see a ballet which is arguably very unmanly. ;D

Legit almost burned down my kitchen.

I decided I'd be a good girlfriend and cook dinner for Eli Sunday night. Problem being, I'm more of a baker than a cooker, and I hate to handle raw meat with a sincere passion. Lucky for me, he took over the chicken cooking, and I did the rest. He's so sweet. When it comes time to cook the chicken, I pour olive oil into the skillet for him and BAM! Huge flames. All over the place. I just stand there in shock remembering the time my mom and I burned down our kitchen, until I finally manage to say, "ELI! DO SOMETHING!" He just held the skillet and let the flames burn out, but my microwave was all covered in soot. I just knew my kitchen would burn down, I was so horrified. I guess the skillet was too hot and we should've put the oil in BEFORE heating the skillet. I'll know for next time at least. We did have fun cooking together though. We made chicken parmesan over a bed of spaghetti with mac and cheese and garlic bread. Talk about nommy. The kitchen was such a mess by the time we got done, I should've taken pictures!

Speaking of pictures, I did take pictures of a pumpkin cheesecake I made the other night. I'm pretty sure by the time this week is over I will have gained ten pounds from eating it. I love pumpkin so, so much. My coworker cut up, cooked, and pureed pumpkin for me, and it was delicious. I combined a few recipes based on ingredients I have, but I'll link the main recipe with the praline toppings. Graham cracker crust, pumpkin cheesecake filling, and pecans covered in brown sugar on top. Sounds ridiculously wonderful, right? ;D
Recipe here!

I hope you all have an excellent Thanksgiving and eat tons and tons of great food with your families!

"I'm SO glad our marshmallows taste like marshmallows, mother!"

Hey guys! I hope your November is going splendidly. This is my last week before Thanksgiving break, and let me tell you, it cannot get here quick enough! I've got so much to do by Friday, yet here I am blogging instead. I'm okay with this. ;D

Last week Eli and I carved pumpkins. Yes, I know, it was after Halloween, but we didn't get the chance before Halloween! We had fun doing it anyway. I ended up with an extra pumpkin that I think I'm going to use to make my own pumpkin puree for a pumpkin cheesecake. Sounds delightful, yeah?!

Eli's vomiting pumpkin. XD 

My Jack Skellington!

This weekend was pretty busy for me with my niece's fifth birthday party and spending the day with my darling Katie Saturday. Friday started out with my car dying while I was at Target, so I had to wait for an hour before anyone was available to come get me! Turns out my alternator is bad and it's been draining my battery. Bummer. That night Eli and I went to Chuck E. Cheese's  for Zoe's birthday party. Naturally, I jacked coins and ran around with Eli playing games. Lots of pretty pictures were taken, but these are hands down my favorites!

My sister and I completely unprepared to be taking the picture!

The boyfriend and me. 

My momma, sister, and me!

Me with the beautiful birthday girl!

Then, Saturday, Katie was in town so we got the bright idea that we'd bake together. What did we decide to bake? Marshmallows, of course! It was horrid. For starters, gelatine smells terrible. It was very sticky and way too much work. They did taste delicious though. While waiting for the marshmallows to set, we made red velvet whoopie pies which were awesome! Somehow I ended up with all but two of them.

So happy to be mixing the marshmallows! (Before it thickened)

Pretty marshmallow mix.

Check out those beauties. Homeade cream cheese frosting.

The marshmallows being cut. Not an easy process.

All in all, the weekend was lovely even though my car broke down. What could be better than Chuck E. Cheese's, baking, the Razorbacks AND the Titans winning?? Have a great week, guys!

Halloween Weekend

I suck at blogging, I swear. I know I haven't been blogging since classes started, but it's really because I have nothing to talk about. I do the same stuff all the time! My apologies. 

This past weekend I actually went out though, which was pretty fun. Went to some bars in Little Rock with the boys and the boyfriend. We went to this place called The Flying Saucer that has oodles and oodles of beers from around the world. I got a hard cider, which was wonderful, and an Italian beer that was horrible. It was really bitter, so I stopped drinking it. It was that bad. I think we had to pass it around the table to get it all finished because everyone hated it. We also got to watch the Cards win the World Series. Whoo! 

Ummm...Saturday I went to Rocky Horror with Katie and Eli. I dressed as Olive from Easy A and she was Flo the Progressive Girl. We tried to get Eli to wear his scrubs and be Dr. Karev from Grey's, but he wouldn't. That's the most exciting weekend I've had, sorry I don't have better things to blog about!

Fried Deliciousness.

At the risk of putting myself into one of the biggest stereotypes of the south, I am telling you, some foods [i.e. most foods] are better fried. Blah, blah, blah, it's unhealthy and waaah, my arteries are clogging. Yeah, I get that, okay? I don't over indulge, I swear. At least, I try to behave. The point being, I, Tiffani, a few weeks ago, tried my very first fried oreo ever. And it was amazing.

It's that time of year when the county fairs start rolling in with their sketchy rides, untrustworthy carnies, and overpriced fair food. I hate the fair. I don't ride the rides, the carnies freak me out, and I hate it when they call me "sweetie." However, I do love the ferris wheel and I have a love affair with funnel cakes. For funnel cakes, I brave the fair. As it happens, Eli loves funnel cakes, loves the ferris wheel, but hates the rides, too, so we make a trip to the fair for funnel cakes and a ride on the ferris wheel. We get in line for the cakes, and I see the sign. The sign that says "Fried Oreos: $4.00." I asked Eli if we could get some since we've never tried them before. They were amazing. I can't even explain the deliciousness that filled my mouth. Oreos covered in funnel cake batter, fried, and sprinkled with powdered sugar. My friend in DE had told me of all the fried foods she gets at the fair each year, but I hadn't ever actually tried anything. I wanted to try some of the other delicious things, but neither I nor Eli could stomach it. After eating the funnel cake and two Oreos a piece, we were stuffed. Sadly, because they apparently fry twinkies, Snickers, and, wait for it....Starcrunches. I could eat an entire box of Starcrunches in one sitting if I didn't have a tiny bit of will power. 

Yes, biting into these, I heard my arteries cry out in horror. 

Haters gonna hate.

Alright, I'm not saying I'm perfect. In fact, I'm far from it. I still tend to be a judgy-pants more than I should, but a lot of that is simply because the remarks I have are sometimes witty and funny. That's not an excuse, but I'm going with it. My point is, if you do something that may or may not be morally okay, I'm not going to judge you on it necessarily.Especially if it's none of my freaking business. I know that in every scenario there are two sides to the story. Sometimes the other side is completely useless, but it's there. I'm sorry I'm ranting, but I tend to let people get under my skin. I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I just can't help it. It's more so true when certain people are judging/saying things about me that they know nothing about or only know half the story. Even more so, if you have done the same thing, or even worse, then you need to climb right on down off of that high horse you've been prancing around on, and get over yourself. Seriously, someone needs to punch you in your hypocritical face. I really do need to let it go, it's just hard. But, haters gonna hate, right?
End rant.

On to more exciting news, I have been made aware that not only is Disney Pixar re-releasing Finding Nemo and Monsters Inc. in the theaters, but also Beauty and the Beast AND The Little Mermaid. Call me a child, but I got ridiculously excited about this. Then again, I was crazy amount of excited about The Lion King, which I saw, and loved even more than I thought was possible. Unfortunately, The Little Mermaid won't be in theaters until 2013, but who cares? It's coming, and I am ready. For now, I'll just count down to January for Beauty and the Beast.

So. Much. Win.

Emma Stone and a Boyfriend

I know it's been forever since I posted, and I apologize! I've actually had somewhat of a social life(shocking, I know) here recently and I just haven't had time to sit down and update.

"Her name's Tiffani. No, it's Emma! No! Just call her 'Hollywood'"

It's Saturday night, and I'm at a wedding reception with my best friend and the one girl who hates me more than I ever thought anyone could. Talk about awkward. Accidentally made eye contact with her, and I felt like I had been staring into the eyes of Satan himself. Due to the fact people who know her may or may not read this blog, I won't disclose the reasons behind her hatred. Just know that I understand her dislike towards me, I don't like her either, and it was incredibly awkward to be in the same room. Needless to say, when she left, things got a little better. Small town wedding reception, groom has a camo cake. DJ plays mostly music I've never even heard of. Apparently, he was a DJ for clubs and what not...get the picture? It was too, too funny to watch these boys get out there and try to dance. Pretty sure I saw them doing the "lawn mower" more than anything! 

After the reception, we had plans to go to the bar with some friends. Of course, we didn't get there until late and almost didn't find a table. Luckily, two guys the guys we went with knew were there and we sat with them. We're all chatting and having a good time when one of the guys I didn't know stares at me. Our conversation went like this:

Guy - "You...look like some movie star..."

Me - "Emma Stone?"

Guy - "YES! You look just like her!"

Me - "-laughs- I get that a lot."

He calls me Emma for the rest of the night. He pulled our waitress over to the table to tell her I look like Emma Stone. Then, our friends sister got there, and she was already pretty drunk while we were on our way to being so. She's being introduced to all of us and when it gets to me I say, "I'm Tiffani." Then Eli says, "No, she's Emma!" then someone else says, "Noo, she's Hollywood!!" Poor drunk girl was so confused. Everyone that night called me "Emma" or "Hollywood." 

Hmm...maybe...

"Girlfriend...I am someone's"

I have been waiting to blog about this for a while now because I wasn't really sure how much detail I wanted to go into, but I feel like now is a good time. Basically, I've been dating this guy, Eli, for a bit now, and he's pretty awesome. Saturday he called me his girlfriend. We had all been drinking when he said it, so I didn't really think he meant it. And, of course, I had to go be an idiot about it and say he wasn't allowed to just call me that, he had to ask me. Really. What am I, sixteen? Anyway, I texted him about it later to see if it was something he actually thought about or if he was just drunk. Turns out, he was thinking about it. So, now he's my boyfriend. Totally went into girl mode and cheesed so hard. 

Those are really the only two super interesting things that have happened lately! I'll try to post more, I promise! 

My first ever hiking trip!

Okay, before I start this, I apologize for the lack of pictures! My sister jacked my camera to take pictures of her kids the day we went, so I didn't get to take it with me. Luckily, my friend Katie took pictures, but she hasn't posted the pictures yet! Maybe I'll show you guys in another post. ;)

I would like to say that contrary to what every one seems to believe, I love to camp. Really and truly. I haven't gotten to go much since Katie went to college because I went with her family to camp and I didn't really have friends who enjoyed it as much. After much confusion, dropping out, and being talked back in, everyone (everyone being Katie, Tanner, Eli, and myself) were on board for a weekend camping trip!

The plan was to pick Katie up on the way to Petit Jean on Saturday, stay the night, do some trails Sunday, and come home. Well, we get there, and Tanner had said for us to not worry about a tent because he had a big one. I know what you're thinking, a tent like this:

With all that lovely space and a divider that we could chose to use or not. Oh, no. No, no, no. We get the tent out of his truck, put it up to find that it is an 8x8 tent. 8x8. For four people. It was too funny. Katie and I ragged him about that tent FOREVER. All in good jest, I promise. At least we wouldn't get cold, right?

After arriving, we went down a trail to a waterfall. If I had the pictures, I'd show you, but it wasn't very big at all. Which, in hindsight, I don't really know why I thought it'd be big, but I digress. I didn't fall at all which I found surprising. Eli climbed on all the rocks like he was a mountain lion or something. It was my first time on a hiking trail, and I LOVED it. I couldn't wait to go the next day on the Seven Hollows Trail which I hear is BEAUTIFUL. I say hear because we never got to go.

Saturday we all lay down to sleep. Katie falls asleep. No one else does. Okay, I lie, I slept for maybe an hour. It was ridiculous. So, we planned on getting up at 6 or 7 to go on this 4.5 mile hike. Eli and I are the only ones that got outta the tent and brushed our teeth to get ready before 8:30. Tanner's excuse was he had to call his boss because he forgot he worked that day. It's the only day of the week he works! It was too funny. Sadly, we didn't get to go, but maybe next time. We decided to go on the Bear Cave trail which was .5 miles long and NOT A CAVE AT ALL. It was maybe a crevice. So sad we were.

I feel bad for the lack of awesome pictures of all of us sweaty and hiking, so here I am with my niece reppin' for the first Hogs game of the season!

Baseball and Beale Street

Katie and I waiting for the guys to get the tickets that they left in the truck.

Tall. Table.

On Friday I went to my first real baseball game in Memphis with three friends. We ate at the Kooky Canuck first, and the waitress put us in a booth with a ridiculously tall table. Look at that sucker! I mean, Katie is short, but that table was extra tall, too, I swear! Then after we ate, we walked to Autozone Park to watch the Red Birds game, but not before we bought spiffy hats to show our team spirit! (Yeah, we're losers like that). It was really fun!


After the game, we decided to go on Beale St, however, Katie isn't 21 just yet, so we were sure if we could get on. Luckily, they weren't IDing, so we got in, but not before Katie and I had to throw things away from inside our purses. Katie had pepper spray on her key chain and I had a fork, yes, a fork, in my purse. It was kind of comical, I'm sure. The guys were watching us get our purses searched then all of a sudden, I pull out a fork to throw away! The security man thought it was hilarious. We couldn't actually go in anywhere except this lounge place we found since everywhere else ID's, but it was still a lot of fun. Katie and I got frozen cocktails in guitar shaped containers that tasted TERRIBLE, but by the time we got to the bottom they tasted good. That's the way it goes! We did see a guy walking with a FISHBOWL full of blue drink with curly straws, and we looked everywhere for one. Next time, I swear I'll find one. They have margarita fishbowls. How cool is that?!

Looking adorable.

Not quite as adorable, but those are the guitar drinks. They lit up. = )

Brownies and Vodka Watermelon

For starters, I apologize for not posting the recipe links in the last blog. I wasn't even thinking about that! Hah. So, I'll post those with the link to the recipe for the red velvet cheese cake brownies Cait and I just made. I know, I know, my last two posts have been food. I'm on a kick, what can I say? I blame the fact school is about to start, and I'm afraid I won't have time to bake then.

The red velvet cheesecake brownie!

I know it looks a little bit gross because Cait and I had a slight malfunction going on with the cake pan, but it tastes wonderful, and that's what counts, right? Basically, I grabbed what I thought was a 9x13 pan, but it was in fact an 8.5x12.5 pan. What the heck. I knew when I was filling the pan it was too thick, but I kept going any way, and bam! It flooded in the oven. Not to fear, Cait and I are quick thinkers. We basically took it out of the oven, scooped out batter into a smaller pan, and put the two back in the oven. Viola! It was fixed. The only downside was the brownies aren't as pretty, but who cares? Not me.



I also wanted to tell you guys about the frozen watermelon vodka watermelon chunks. Yes. Those were as wonderful as they sound. Katie and I made these one night before we went to a friends' house. She bought a seedless watermelon, cut it up into chunks, and then we dipped them in watermelon flavored vodka and put them in the freezer. So. Good. We soaked them in quite a bit of vodka, but you really couldn't taste it. I mean, the watermelon flavored vodka itself is heavenly, but that's just me. We also found that if take shots of watermelon vodka and bit into a chunk of vodka watermelon after, it's absolutely wonderful. Try it. You'll love it. If you like watermelon and vodka that is...although the persons house we were at doesn't like clear liquor or fruity things, and even he loved it. Therefore, you should try it.

LINKS:

Red Velvet Cheesecake Brownies

Cheesecake Stuffed Strawberries

Oreo Cheesecake Cupcakes

Can you tell I love cheesecake?

Oreos and Strawberries.

I've been on a serious yummy foods kick this week. First, I went to my lovely friend Cait's house when she finally returned from Florida to make these oreo cream cheese cupcakes. They were every bit as delicious as they sound. Then, today, I was stumbling and I found a recipe for cheesecake stuffed strawberries which Cait had mentioned when we baked the cupcakes. I took one look and had to have them. Look at all this deliciousness!

Putting the oreos in the bottom of the cake pan. (We made 12 cup cakes and a heart shaped cake!)

Cait getting supplies ready.

Me with the bowl of cream cheese. 

The finished cupcakes and our mugs of milk.

The cupcake. It was like a mini oreo cheese cake. Real.

Yum.

The cheesecake stuffed strawberries. So. Good.

Check out Cait's blog here: Let Loose

Becoming an adequate woman.

My mother and I are getting dressed to go to Wal-Mart, and, as usual, I'm standing in her bathroom chatting about this and that. She and my father recently returned from Texas where they visited my grandmother (my mother's mother). We were talking about how my grandma says things sometimes that are just absolutely crazy, partly because of her age and partly because she's got some medical issues, besides, going a little crazy runs in my family. Well, apparently, she asked my mom why I wasn't settled, and the conversation went like this:

Grandma- "Why isn't Tiffani settled yet?"

Real women focus on their man, and not school.

Mom- "We are encouraging her to focus on her studies for now. She doesn't need to date." 

This is only partially true. Mom pushes me to date people that I don't want to just because she likes them. I think this is typical mother behavior. Dad doesn't want me to date. He'd probably like for me to live at home with him forever. Typical dad type things.

Grandma - "But she dated all through high school. You really should encourage her to date and get settled."

Apparently I need to be popping out babies and doting on a husband or I'm not adequate.

Mom- "Yes, she did date all through high school, and that's why she didn't get the better scholarship for school. She's got a hard major, it require lots of study time. She doesn't have time for boys."

Bless her heart for thinking I study.

Grandma - "She's old enough to do both now. Although you're right. She got the brains. She must've gotten it from her father's side of the family."

...really?

What is all this "settled" business?! I have the old men at my father's church ask me all the time when I'm going to get married. I actually had one come up to me and say, "When are you going to get married and become a respectable woman?"

Should I repeat that?

"When are you going to get married and become a respectable woman?"

WHO SAYS THAT?! I think my mouth literally fell open, I was so shocked. I was twenty at the time. I just said, "Well, probably never. I'll be rich and I don't need a man nor do I want children." I mean really, isn't that rude? Maybe it's an old person thing. It's like women shouldn't be in school and working to be successful.

 I don't know if I could be a stay at home mom. And let's be real, I'm not the kind of girl who does a whole lot of doting. I like to wear the pants in the relationship. It's probably due to the fact I am stubborn, opinionated, sarcastic, and blunt. I'm an awful woman!

My blah mood.

I've been in a blah mood for the past few days. Normally, it'd last for a day or two then move right along back to happy. Not this time, unfortunately. I feel so unhappy, but I really have nothing to be unhappy about. I would equate it to those moments you cry just because you need to, but you have no real reason to cry. It's like that, except I'm not crying. Mostly because I can't seem to physically produce tears at the moment, and partly because I refuse to cry if I can, in any way, help it. I guess this means something is not working out, and I need to fix it. The hard part is figuring out what I need to change. I don't even have the energy to work on thinking about what it is. Really, it makes me a little angry. As if I'm being selfish or ungrateful for being unhappy with no real reason to be unhappy. Is that weird? Sometimes I think I'm having a quarter-life crisis. If those even exist. I'm still having second thoughts about my degree, too. However, the thought of changing my major when I'm three years in makes me nauseated. I'm just going to go slam my head into a wall or something now, haha.


I apologize that this post isn't humorous or anything. I really just needed to get it off my chest.

Hi, I'm Tiffani and I'm a cynic.

On Friday night, I was hanging out with some friends when one of them said their significant other had cheated. Well, this came as a shock to me and my girl friend who was there with me because this person would never, ever cross my mind as that kind of a person. Later that night, my girl friend told me she was thinking of rejoining the Marriage is for Chumps Club. To which I laughed and I said that it was a good club to be in.

Then yesterday, the same girl and I went to a wedding (which was really more like a church service than a wedding ceremony, but I digress). Then entire time I just kept thinking about how the idea of a wedding is lovely, I would like a wedding, but the idea of a marriage just escapes me. Marriage is a sacred thing and it's hard, but people these days throw around marriage and divorce like it's no biggie. I understand this because we are just people, but why get your hopes up having a wedding/marriage to a person who says they'll love you and only you forever when you know people change. I'm not saying it never works, but it's hard, hard work full of compromise and forgiveness. A lot of people like to think everything is black and white with no gray areas, but the truth is, there are a lot of gray areas. People make mistakes. Things happen, and you've got to decide if you've got what it takes to work through the hard times. In a wedding, the vows usually say "for better, or for worse" but people don't think about the "for worse" part. Not to mention, people are so fickle. It happens.

And then, people are having relationship problems left and right, and these girls are killing me. I just want to bitch slap them. If a guy cheats once, forgiveness is understandable, mistakes happen, but more than once? No. He's not worth it. If he's lying to your face about it, it's not worth it. So, please, don't sit there and tell people he's really a good guy when everyone knows what a cheating, lying jerk he really is. If you are living with a boyfriend/girlfriend and they tell you mean, hateful things about yourself all the time, they are begging for you to break up with them. Constantly being a jerk to you and talking to another person for quite a while is a pretty big red flag that they aren't worth it.  If you are wanting to get back with an ex, don't sleep with other people while telling her/him you're only seeing her/him. They will find out. They will hate you. I know I seem like I have a complete lack of sympathy for these people, but you can only keep finding the good in them for so long before you realize you are wasting your time. Some of them have passed the I-feel-sad-for-you level and upgraded to the You-are-pathetic level. I know things are much more complicated when emotions are involved, but you've got to know when enough is enough.