Irreplaceable Angel

9 Dec

The day after Thanksgiving I sent my son to our shop to fetch the Christmas boxes. He came home empty handed, bearing bad news. The main pole that holds up our 8 foot Christmas tree was bent, badly bent. I don’t know that I’ve ever faced a December as bleak as this one has started out. News of the broken tree seemed to be icing on the cake.

I love Christmas. It’s my favorite time of the year. I love the decorations and the lights and the spirit floating around. I love the parades and Santa Claus and the chance to grant my children a wish or two. I love Christmas. Continue reading

Catch the Spirit

5 Dec

The past few weeks have been pretty tough on us. I’ve been such a ball of emotions. Some days I don’t know which way is up, but I just keep trudging along. The thing about losing my step-dad is that I’m just swimming in the sea of regrets. I guess everyone does that when you lose someone, but I can’t help but think about the many times I could have, should have, done something a little different.

I cleaned out my voicemail the other day, and I had two messages from him. I archived them- its surreal to think that is the last time I will ever hear his rumbling voice (it boomed so much bigger than you would expect from his small stature) saying “Tiff, this is Dad, call me back…” Continue reading

The Longest Day

7 Nov

Wednesday.  3:30 am.  I was awakened by twisted legs that betrayed my exhausted body.  I was forced out of my warm cozy bed to try to straighten out the pain when a bout of nausea slapped me in the face.  I stumbled to the bathroom where I spent the next hour crying out “please help me!”

Of course my husband snores so loud he and sleeps so deep that he never heard me.  I staggered back to bed around 4:45 and tried to grab just one more hour of sleep. 6am came too soon.  I opened my eyes to a text message from my sister.  It said “I think Dad had some kind of seizure.  He fell at 3:30 am.  I think he needs to go to the hospital.  Say some prayers.”

I knew it was going to be a bad day. I just knew it. Continue reading

Built Ford Tough?

22 Oct

It’s a misconception that when you live in a small town, everybody knows everybody. I see people all the time that I’ve never met, but living here does make it a little easier to walk up to someone and say hello. That’s exactly how I met William Parker. For the past few days as I drove through town taking my kids to and from school and back and forth from football practice I’ve noticed a family outside the Ford dealership with big protest posters that read “Ford 6 speed transmission defective”.

Clearly it was none of my business, but curiosity got the better of me, so this morning I finally stopped and asked Mr. Parker if he’d tell me his story, and I’ve gotta say, this is exactly why our world is in the state it’s in. The integrity to do the right thing has been lost! Continue reading

I want to break up!!

16 Oct

Somehow Murphy’s Law has been stuck to me like glue lately. First it was the no good, awful, terrible, very bad weekend where everything that could go wrong did go wrong and then some, but then the weekend ended and I got through it and I moved on. Well, I hobbled along on my crutches through a whole other week.  You know the old adage that bad things happen in three’s? Well for me I think it’s happening in multiples of three… Continue reading

The absolutely no good weekend….

5 Oct

Have you ever had the kind of weekend that made Monday look exciting? The kind of weekend where you wished you could just go to work and bury yourself in some filing or data entry or even emptying the trash cans? Anything to get out of the weekend….

Well, that is exactly what I have been through the past few days. It all started Friday. The Big Ugly Van is out of commission and all the backup vehicles my hubby keeps around here had one problem or another. Now, if you know my family, you know my husband has 5 or 6 cars at any one time. He goes from project to project. The choices might be ugly, but there’s always something to drive. But Friday was the exception. The Yukon is in the shop, the Big Ugly Van has a list of little problems such as broken windshield wipers and no AC, and the Nissan’s clutch doesn’t agree with my neuropathy, so I was without transportation.

That wouldn’t be so bad, but my kids love FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS!

Friday Night Lights

Friday Night Lights

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There’s a reason for Blonde Jokes

4 Aug

You know, there are tons of jokes based on ethnic, gender, size, color, or any other stereotype you can throw out there, and maybe it’s not fair to assume that anyone six feet tall can shoot hoops, but there’s a reason Blonde’s have a bad rap. That reason is my daughter. No kidding.

When she was 15, I told her a Blonde joke. One day, a blonde was driving down the highway when all of a sudden she was pulled over for speeding. The officer, a fellow blondie,  walked up to the car and said “I need to see your driver’s license.” The driver rifled through her purse, looking at various items, and the officer finally said “it’s the rectangle, the one with your picture on it!”

The Blonde quickly handed the officer her compact mirror and said “Oh, here it is!”

The officer took the mirror, looked at it and replied “I didn’t realize you were a police officer too!”

My Blondie is still trying to figure that one out. Meanwhile, she is fueling enough one-liners to start her own Blonde Joke website. The other day we were driving in her car. It was my husband, me, Blondie, and her fiance. We were talking about babies and magic moments and her daddy said “I still remember the moment you were born. I counted every one of your fingers and toes.”

“Why?!” Blondie asked, puzzled…

“To make sure you had all ten of them” Daddy replied.

She paused for a moment, her eyebrows narrowed in confusion, and then she asked, “WELL, DID I??”

We all just looked over at her hands on the steering wheel, and then we wondered, WHY is she the one driving??

To be honest, I’m surprised she didn’t pull over to count her toes…


Now I’m Seeing Red

31 Jul

Every time I give myself a GOOD HEAPING DOSE of OPTIMISM, Murphy’s law comes along and slaps me smooth across the face. Take yesterday for example…

I woke up in a great mood. I even tried to fix the kids some toast. When that didn’t quite work out, I still had a nice demeanor brewing. I resisted the urge to lose my patience time and time again. One of my favorite glasses was dropped, no big deal. We swept up the glass and moved on. Someone turned on the water hose and sprayed everyone jumping on the trampoline, and then muddy feet danced across my freshly mopped kitchen. I closed my eyes, counted to 10, took 42 deep breaths, and let it go. Someone snuck into all the marshmallows. Ok, that’s not a disaster either. I bypassed the meltdown that almost consumed me when when I saw a tornado had passed through our main bathroom. I even brushed off the annoyance I felt when I picked up my cranapple juice only to find someone had gulped it all down!  But as every camel knows, there’s always that one straw… Continue reading

No Toast Today!

30 Jul

So life has gotten pretty busy here in the zoo. Sometimes I fall asleep writing a blog in my mind. IF I actually got all my ideas to my computer, I think the founder of WordPress himself would call me up and tell me “no more bandwidth for you!” Sadly, I don’t actually write all of the things that pop into my head. But I do text myself some of my ideas, just in case the illusive “spare time” creeps up on me!

Summers are manic for me. The kids are all home all day, which means they eat a lot more. I have to run to the store more because we’re forever running out of milk and cereal, and then they spill that cereal on their pants and her we go! I’m doing another load of laundry. I saw this picture on Facebook today, and I thought to myself, in this house, the choice is ALWAYS “RUN”!


Oh what I would give for my laundry room to look like that!! I’m on the search for a commercial sized triple load washer and dryer. I go to bed dreaming that if I could somehow upgrade to that, my life would become exponentially more enjoyable. What happened to my dreams of making out with “Zach” on Saved by the Bell? Now, I dream of appliances. I never knew my life would head in that direction! Continue reading

She’s Baaaa-aaaack!

21 Jun

So Blondie came home for a few days! Talk about a happy family. The kids were all so excited to have their big sister home. That is, until she started bossing them around just like she used to do. “Pick up those socks! Clean the bathroom!” I have no idea why they jump like firecrackers when she says it, but I say it and I have to repeat it ten times before anyone notices.  She says it’s because I’m too soft. I say it’s because she’s too mean. Maybe it’s a little of both. Continue reading