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Monday, January 4, 2010
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
God loves me? God loves me!
So here's whats on my mind today: Love.
What brought this up? A text message, plain and simple. Here's what it said:
"Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you. . .Because you are precious In my eyes, and honored, and I love you. -Isaiah 43"
Those three simple words: I. Love. You.
Let's be honest, the first time you heard those words from a guy I know what 99% of women felt. Suddenly, there was a while meadow of butterflies in your stomach. You turned red, your adrenaline kicked in, and you couldn't think straight.
However, lets say your mom says "I love you" before you go to bed at night. Completely differnt reaction: You feel safe, secure, loved.
Now I have a tight group of friends and we all say I love you when we leave each other. No butterflies, not the security of a parent, but the feeling of acceptance.
The text I received was from one of my very best friends, and the reason I received it is because she knew I was going to face something hard for me that day. I had never read that verse or chapter before so it was new to me and what stuck out to me were those three words: I Love You.
God Loves Me. A simple statement, any child who has been to Sunday school can tell you that God loves them. It is another thing to realize He really does love you. It took me a minute, because when I read it, my thoughts went something like this: "God loves me. God loves me?"
In a world where 6th graders tell their boyfriends and girlfriends of 3 days that they love them only to break up with them an hour later, and a place where parents tell their children they love them, but ignore them, some people don't know love. It's a hard thing to comprehend and I'm not claiming I do. I do know this though:
I'm not perfect, read the rest of my blogs, I make mistakes I even make typos! I'm messy, skatter minded, irresponsible at some times, I lie, I've cheated, I'm vain, I've disobeyed my parents. I'm a sinner. I've done things I shouldn't have, I'm a long way off from being perfect.
However, the most perfect being in the universe called me by name. I am HIS. Not yours, not anyone else's, His. If I go through the water, when I can't see when I'm scared, He's there with me, holding me up like a dad holds his child up in the pool. In His eyes, I am precious. He loves me. I can't stop that. I didn't do ANYTHING to deserve it. Yet, He still loves me, sins, mistakes, and all.
Not just me, He loves you too. You are precious in His eyes. When YOU go through waters, He will be there with you too.
He loves US.
Remember that.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Embarassing!
Welcome to what I anticipate to be one of the funniest Tiffessions of all time.
First, let's define Tiffession, shall we?
Tiffession- (n.) The act of Tiffany confessing things that others may find humorous.
That was the funniest Tiffession of all time!
Synonyms: Tiffmission, Tiffknowledgement, and Tiffclosure.
Now that we have that out of the way, on with the show!
Today, someone asked me an interesting question. They meant it rhetorically, as it was a rhetorical question, and it got me thinking. The question was this: "You don't ever get embarassed, do you?" Of course we all knew my answer..."Are you trippin?! Of COURSE I get embarassed! Probably more than most people!" As I said, it got me thinking, what are my top embarassing moments? Well I thought, and thought some more (a big task for me) and came up with this:
Toys R Us, creepy dolls, and epic Light Sabers
No, I'm serious. Hopefully, you would know that if you know me!
Here's how it went down:
We parked the car, and I immediately felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as we mad eour way toward the automatic doors. A gust of air rushed past us as we stepped through the threshold into what I consider one of the best places on Earth. Immediately, we are drawn to the first lightup fuzzy toy we see. After about five minutes I turn to my right and see the most awful thing in the world: A section devoted to Twilight.
Ok, for all you Twihards, I do not apologize. I've seen the movie (the first one, you are seriously disturbed if you think I'm paying $10 to see the 2nd) and read the wiki on the books. Not impressive. Personally, I think it is a bad influence for the teenage girls reading it. How many girls have you heard say "I want a guy just like Edward"? Case and point.
Moving on, I quickly skipped over that section and continued on our mission: Star Wars light sabers. Well, you all know me, I get distracted easily and this was worth the distraction. As I continued down the aisle, a wonderous sight I did behold: A Snuggie. Not just ANY Snuggie, oh no dear friend, a SASSY Snuggie! A PINK Sassy Snuggie to be exact! As I stood in awe for a moment, I realized: I MUST have it! So, I picked it up without skipping a beat and continued on. After awhile, Parker noticed and asked me about it. My response: I want it.
We continues on in search of our item: lightsabers. I'll take this moment to point out we were buying them for a "White Elephant" or "Dirty Santa" party for our Bible Study, RUF.
So we went through the Barbie section, and half and hour later came to the end of it. It took half and hour not because its that big, but because we...ok I wanted everything. We then crossed the invisble line that appears at all Middle School dances, the "boy/girl line". You know the line, it seperates the boys from the girls and NOBODY crosses it. Ladies and Gentlemen of blogworld, I crossed that line in Toys R Us. When we did, a terrible horrifying thing happened: We heard about 40, no lie, 40 babies giggle and coo. We looked at each other and said the same thing, "Where the heck did THAT come from?" We turned and saw a WALL yeah a WALL of motion sensor baby dolls. I of course not being freaked out by baby dolls at ALL laughed and went on while Parker proceeded to have a minor breakdown. Ok, all those who know me can now stop laughing and texting me telling me I'm a BFL (Big Fat Liar). In fact the opposite happened. Parker kept her cool while I freaked out. I hate baby dolls. They scare me. a LOT. It seems that whenever I'm in a stoer with my mom and there are baby dolls around, they mysteriously appear from around corners calling my name in a voice similar to my moms.
Anyway, we continued past the creepy baby doll wall- we have video- and after 10 minutes of searching found our prize: the lightsabers. Having wasted enough time as it was, we grabbed them and ran to the checkout. They were a hit at the party, especially after we started using people's lightsaber phone apps. To say the least it was epic.
So dear readers, I Wish you a very Merry Christmas!
Love, Tiff
Friday, November 20, 2009
Top 10 Favorite Things about Thanksgiving
For those of you left: my select dear friends, randos on blogspot, and those who disregarded my instructions (I'll find you- mark my words) Yes, this is about my top 10 favorite Turkey Day traditions/food.
10. Butter.
It's in everything, and I love it. One day I hope to eat a fried stick of butter.
9. The awesome night's sleep you get after eating a turkey.
Not SOME turkey...A turkey...a full blown "gobble gobble" turkey.
8. No School.
Duh.
7. FOOTBALL!!!
Insert laugh here.
6. Stuffing.
It's basically really buttery bread you can put gravy on and put on top of turkey...or anything. Like a roll, only you can put more gravy on it.
5. Rolls.
Warm, buttery delicious, fluffy, buttery rolls...did I mention buttery?
4. Black Friday
Technically the day AFTER Thanksgiving, I don't usually go out on that day (usually sleeping off the 500 lbs I gained the day before) but I love sales, and just knowing there's one going on makes me happy. Ok, I'm not that much of a shopaholic, but sometimes the sales go longer than Friday (like SATURDAY).
3. Tukey.
It's Thanksgiving, nuff said.
2. Sweet Tea.
I'm addicted anyway, but it just tastes better at Thanksgiving. Maybe because everyone else makes it with like a pound of sugar! As much as I love my mommy, we both know I think she needs more sugar in her tea. =) (And before she rebuttles this: Yeah I know I'm not supposed to have too much sugar....haha. But that's what makes her a good madre)
1. GRAVY.
No, I'm NOT kidding. I LOVE gravy. I need turkey, mashed potatoes, and stuffing to go WITH my gravy. As I told one of my friends once, "If I could put gravy in an IV, I totally would do it."
Yes, I realized "Being with Family" isn't on the list. Why? They drive me crazy!! No, just kidding! Actual reason: Being with them is so great its off the charts. =)
So, in closing. Friends, family, randos, and mildy less smart people who didn't know what month we were in:
Happy Thanksgiving! I Love Y'all!
<3 Tiff
The Lorelai to my Rory- A Tribute to Sweet Mama T
With birthdays comes the inevitable question for friends and family of said birthday girl/boy "What do I get them?"
See, this was particularly hard for me to answer because no present would be good enough for my mom. Not because she would thing it wasn't good enough. Quite the contrary, I'm pretty sure if I made her a macaroni picture, she'd love it. No, I wouldn't think it was good enough. Personally, the only present I think would be good enough for mom is this:
For those uneducated in the world of Tiffany & Co. allow me to explain. That is the Tiffany Diamond, one of the biggst diamonds in the world, only worn by 2 people the latest being Audrey Hepburn. As much as I love Audrey, my mom deserves not only to wear this but to OWN it.
As is stated in my title, mom is the Lorelai to my Rory, it's a Gilmore Girls reference. (and if you don't know what I'm talking about get out from under the rock your living under and google or wiki it.)
If I screw up (which is often) Mom's there to not just tell me what I did wrong, but to tell me how to fix it, prevent it, and to forgive me.
She has sacrificed so much for me, I can never repay that.
Even after going through so much, she is still one of the strongest Christians I know, and someone I can look up to.
Like Rory, I can live in my own little world and like being alone. Mom, like Lorelai, tells me when I've gone into "hermit" mode and pulls me out of it.
If I need advice, I know where to go. Even if I don't want it, I'm gonna get it. And usually, to my dismay, she's right.
Correction: In all my experience whenever I say "You're wrong" within and hour to 6 months I'm going to come back with a "Oh...by the way...you were right"
When I was little, she scared the clowns from underneath my bed...even tho she was one once (true story)
When I had my heartbroken she was there to tell me "All boys can be stupid"
If I had asthma problems late at night, even after I fell asleep she was the one still awake making sure I was waking up to do my medicine.
She taught me how to do my hair, and which shade of foundation to buy.
She's the one I can always go to, even if we're not seeing eye to eye, I can count on the fact she will be there for me.
She knows me better than I know myself, again, to my dismay at some times.
She can still hang with the college kids (don't believe me? look at her wall!)
She makes anything fun. Even running through the rain...in dresses and heels...

She puts up with my insanity...not an easy feat.
She taught me how to make people laugh
She pushed me when I said "I can't"
She stopped me when I said "I can" and shouldn't have
She made me laugh when I wanted to scream, made me smile when I wanted to cry, and made me laugh when I was just smiling.
She did my hair and makeup for Prom, and made me feel like a real Princess...she even defaced one of my friends while doing THEIR makeup for Prom to make me look better =)

She helped me improve my art
She wasn't afraid to tell me "you can do better"
Even though I know I can drive her crazy, and vice-versa, I know I can count on her. My mom is the best, and I challenge anyone to defy me. I hope that when (if) I grow up, I can be half the person my mom is.
So Mom, Happy Birthday, I love you.