1t5s, Matching


Things that just go together are one of life’s greatest gifts. Tonight I had my favorite sweet tooth indulging snack, peanut butter and jelly. It is the small things that bring the biggest smile to my face whether it be in my kitchen, in literature, in people, or life. Pairs help make the world a better place. Here are some of my favorites:

  • milk and cookies
  • simon & garfunkel
  • sam and frodo
  • ying & yang
  • holmes and watson
  • peanut butter & chocolate
  • cats and dogs
  • ben & jerry
  • romeo and juliet
  • lightening & thunder
  • mulder and scully
  • lewis & clark
  • sun and moon
  • night & day
what are some of your favorite pairs?
1t5s, Matching

1t5s, Routine


Once upon a time I used to feed off of following a schedule/routine but nowadays I am struggling with my time management skills. Every night I swear to myself that it will be different and this will be the night I actually get to bed on time. I haven’t been sleeping well at night, a new disturbance as of late, so a routine before bed is critical. One of my biggest problems are these pesky things called books; reading before bed has always been a comfort of mine. I suffer from one more chapter’itis but tonight, I swear, is going to be different.

what routines do you practice at the end of the day?
what is your 1 thought in 5 sentences for today?
1t5s, Routine

1t5s, Introductions

I heard about this idea from oui depuis, one thought in five sentences. Join for a day, a week, or the rest of the month–check out the link for more details. I found the idea an interesting one and I’m always struggling over new blog topics. I’ll be brainstorming over the next week but let’s get started with day one:


It is difficult meeting new people, especially for someone that spends most of their time inside their own head. I am constantly looking for new ideas for ways to connect with others and the best way I have found is my blog. It is easy to search and find bloggers with similar views as your own and you get what you put in to building connections. This is an area I am still trying to improve–keeping connections alive. We are half way through the year and I look forward to discovering new blogs and keeping up with the ones I already follow.

when you hear the word introduction, what pops into your mind?


what is your one thought in five sentences?
1t5s, Introductions

Childhood Dreams

I never wanted to be an astronaut or police officer when I was younger. I always knew what I become since I was five years old–a teacher.

Three months after my fifth birthday my little sister arrived on the scene. In the very beginning I was jealous of all the attention she was getting and I even got a present the day she was born to pacify me. It was only later, months probably, that I truly came to the realization of having a younger sister. She was my very own doll come to life. I could play with her and teach her everything I knew. Even at a young age I loved learning, it was an equal love to teach my sister the things I learned each day when I got home from school. I wanted to share everything with her (this feeling didn’t last long, sorry Mom). One of my proudest accomplishments to date was “educating” her, she was reading and writing before going to school.

I was a teacher’s pet in elementary school, a dream student. I would finish my work quickly and then help answer questions of fellow students that sat nearby. Later (I think around fifth grade) I would be given more responsibility and the chance to help whomever needed it in our classroom, along with a few other “quick learners”. I was lucky to grow up when I did and teasing and bullying were a rare thing, usually only happening on the playground due to lack of sportsmanship. It wasn’t until I entered high school that I learned to keep my mouth shut and only answer questions when asked directly.

Being a member of math club I was able to get preferential treatment during algebra. I would finish assignments ahead of time and work on other homework, help others, or spend free time reading, etc. A classmate made a remark about the unfairness of the two groups in our math class, something along the lines of the smart group and dumb group. I remember that I never really saw a distinction in our class before until it was pointed out to me. It upset me greatly and since that moment I tried to blend in and not get grouped into a distinct clique. That was one of the first signs that my desired profession could waiver.

Another sign was due to a history teacher and his treatment of the females in his classroom. This teacher did not even try to hide his discrimination. I began to learn that teachers were not always heroes but human too. I finally made the decision to look for a new calling after student teaching in high school. I was able to work with a teacher that my sister praised, one of her favorites from elementary school. It was a tough classroom, walking into an environment where the adult in charge is OCD about most things and doesn’t relinquish control without a fight. I did not enjoy that experience at all because I was basically a gofer and errands were my specialty. The teacher even wrote in my evaluation that I would not make a good teacher. I was crushed.

Jump to after college and a few years of jobs not careers taking over my life when I get the opportunity to teach. I had long ago given up that dream but it was the chance to travel abroad and why not? My best friend is an international teacher and she was able to snag me a job at her school in South America. I was terrified not because I didn’t know the language but what if I failed. What if I didn’t know how to teach? I was thrown to the wolves and became a fourth grade teacher with no idea of what it would entail.

Looking back at my year in South America I am grateful. That experience showed me that I could survive and that teaching is something I enjoy. I had a lot of fun with my students and I also struggled during the school year but overall I think it changed me.

I am still debating on what to do with my life, still working jobs and not toward a career. I want to go to work each day loving what I do and I don’t think I have found that yet. It is such a tough decision to pick an interest and follow it through. I sometimes wish my dreams were more tangible. This feeling of being clueless is terrible, I sometimes wake up and don’t even think I know myself. Right now I’m working on discovering my self as cliche as that sounds. I hope that one day soon I will have that spark again like I did when I was teaching my sister to read and write. Until then I’ll keep on keeping on, living each day with my goals in mind.

what were your childhood aspirations?

Childhood Dreams

Just One Night

if the world were to end tomorrow, what would you do with your remaining time on earth?


I am sure that in the moment my mind would change and not go with my plan because I would hope that I would be spontaneous. In my daily life I try to strive for spontaneity but rarely pull it off. I like to plan ahead and follow rules, so in my last moments on Earth I would hope that I could finally achieve being spontaneous.

I would likely see or talk to loved ones to begin with and then selfishly spend the rest of the day doing something I love. I would hope that I would go somewhere new. The feeling you get when you get in the car and just drive, I would try to replicate that with my remaining time. I would enjoy great food and drink, especially stopping at cafes along the way.

I would rent a car with excellent gas mileage and set off after filling it up. With just the road and music to keep me company I would drive north. I made a list of things I wanted to do before I died but I don’t think I would even consider my list for ideas. I would continue driving until I felt I should stop. I would hope timing would be on my side so that when the end is near it is dark and I’m parked in a field or meadow and staring up at the Northern Lights. I imagine I will be fondly remembering the memories I have made and yearning for the feeling of peace to stay with me until the end.


Weird topic but now I’m in the mood to read.

Just One Night

Secret or Not

three confessions

  1. coffee confessionSome say I am addicted to coffee and that I drink too much of it. I say rubbish. There are worse things to be addicted to, like drugs or pornography. My obsession with coffee does not currently affect my life in a negative way. I will keep enjoying my daily intake probably until it kills me.
  2. hpI love Harry Potter and always will. It often comes up in my day to day conversations.
  3. I keep my deep, dark secrets to myself. My two confessions might be common knowledge to those that know me and they are two things about me that will never change.
what will you confess?
Secret or Not

Three Things



  1. I hope that one day soon I will forgive you and move on from the negative feelings I have when I think of you.
  2. With that being said, I’m sorry we will never have the chance to repair our relationship.
  3. I do love you and hope that you found peace.


  1. This weekend is a time to celebrate you, I hope you know how much you mean to me.
  2. You are my role model, my counselor, and my friend. I love you.
  3. That one time when you knew it was me but I denied it, it was me. I’m sorry for lying.


  1. I am jealous of your drive, ambition, and attitude.
  2. I want to grow up and be like you.
  3. I hope we never outgrow our friendship.


  1. Thank you to the moon and back.
  2. You compel me to update often and keep to my goals.
  3. I am grateful for every one of my followers.

What things do you have left unsaid?
Three Things

What Do You Read?

fav authorsI was asked what kind of books do you read. Honestly, I’ll probably try to read any genre once. I hop around genres depending on my mood, a mood reader. Most often I find myself enjoying women’s fiction, young adult, literary fiction, or humor/memoir books. The authors above would be some of my favorites. I’ll always pick up their latest work and read it, no matter what; they have earned my trust as a reliable author.

This next group are also on my favorites list but a bit further down. Each author I like for a different reason and it’s hard to narrow down my interests to one specific genre or author. So the following will give you an idea of what I read and which authors reign supreme 🙂


What do you read?

What Do You Read?

What’s in a Name?


What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
–Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

A breakdown of the name of this blog.

  • First, I go by teafunny a pun about my name, Tiffany. A friend started calling me this and it stuck, plus I like it.
  • daily dose of reality is a phrase from Stand Here With Me, a favorite song of mine.
  • The actual blog address is busysbestie. I first started blogging over on Blogger with my best friend Busy. When I wrote a post I would sign the end with BB, Busy’s Bestie, or just Bestie. I wanted “my own” blog name to use for commenting on the blogs we followed and interacted with regularly. I ended up using it as my own personal site now and never changed the name.

Also happy May the Fourth (be with you) and cinco de cuatro.

How did your blog name originate?
What’s in a Name?

Diary of a Cat Lady


I find myself tossing and turning every night this last week. What do you do when you have trouble sleeping? I have the luxury of two cats, with a nocturnal schedule, keeping me awake at night or rather waking me up as I fall asleep. As I drift off to sleep I hear the purring first and then plop, there is a cat walking up my side settling in massaging my hip with kitty happy paws.

Waking up this morning to meowing wasn’t strange, the two of them were hungry. I stumble out of bed and feed the buggers. I wasn’t as grumpy as I could have been because I went to bed knowing I had an early morning. Sundays are a day to relax in our house. I normally wake up and read for an hour or two. Today was no different, I am slowly making my way through a nonfiction work.

We had a family outing scheduled for the afternoon. So after running to the coffeehouse for a latte and picking up some Mother’s Day cards I was back in the car and on my way to my brother-in-law’s workplace. It was great to see such an iconic place where so much amazing work gets done. My BIL was happy to show us around; he was a fun tour guide.

After making a stop to check out a sale after the tour we had to stop at the grocery store. This is usually a task but my niece was an angel. She loves going out, smiles at everyone. She’s such a ham.

It was an exhausting day. Whenever I am out in the sun it zaps my energy. Plus I walked around a mile or so in that building. Getting home was heavenly, I immediately kicked off my shoes and changed into comfy “house clothes”. You know the type, yoga pants and a tank top. No one wanted to cook (we rarely cook after going to the grocery store, weird) so pizza was ordered and we settled in for the night.

Today’s daily challenge was a detailed review of my day. I suck at the details but it’s something I’m working on.

How was your weekend?
Diary of a Cat Lady