~*A Life of True Love, Happiness and Peace*~

Well, since everyone seems to like posting notes about their boos, baby daddys/mommas, cute little poems, and drama...I figured, why not write about my love?!

First off, let me start by saying how excited and (grateful )I am just to have such a special person in my life. I mean this man is the bomb-diggity! lol!! He is faithful, loving, always there to talk to no matter what time it is. He gives me everything I need and want. I guess you can say I'm a bit spoiled!:) I get so happy when I'm in his presence. When I'm with him I feel like I'm on cloud nine. I never want to come down. There's a feeling that's hard to explain, but I shole do love it(GRIN), wish everyone could experience it. You guys, this man is a real man. Considerate, honest, patient, and the list goes on and on. I love this man with all of my self...mind, body, and soul. He's the first person I talk to in the morning when I wake up lookin not-so-cute and breath smellin not-so-good lol! In spite of my outer appearance, my mood swings, my attitudes, and my selfishness at times, he's still there! I know he loves me, wwaaaayyyy more than I love him. He never complains about anything he does for me or throw in my face what he did. When I push him away, he waits quietly for me to come right back. Because of him my life is always full of suprises, unexpected gifts and visits. Honestly, without him I could not live. Sounds cliche, but it's the truth. I know yall waitin for me to say the man's name...(SMILE) Well, in case you didn't know, that man is JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!

***And I have great news*** Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE of you can have the same true love and happiness with him. He's not bias. Just as he spoils me, he'll spoil you too. Just give him a try. You've let all the other knuckle heads into your heart, why not let in the one guy who can't lie?! I promise, he'll be worth your time!
Oh, he loves men too, and he is not gay! lol!! ~smooches
"HE DIED SO WE COULD LIVE"

REFLECTION...

So, Tuesday our blogging class group visited Baldwin Center. At first I didn't know what to think or what to expect. My mind tried to envision what it might look like, what types of people might be there and things I would maybe see at a shelter. Well, the problem was that I've never been to a shelter before or the soup kitchen or any volunteering work for the less fortunate (sad, I know:(). Anyhow, sorry to say, it wasn't at all what I thought it would be. I guess I kind of wanted to experience more hands on...although we did "touch" all of those canned foods:) lol! But when I left, I did feel as though I did a good deed.

I noticed that there weren't many people working and I found it surprising that it wasn't busy. I thought that organization was lacking and I think that more should be invested into the center: more workers, new and more equipment, painting, etc. just an over all better facility inside and out. Maybe more programs to offer to the community. I came a little late, so I don't know what all I missed during the intro.

~*Real VS. Fake*~ #2

It was my second year of middle school when I worked up the guts to try out for cheerleading. I had no knowledge whatsoever of cheering. All I knew was that I wanted to get involved in my school and look pretty doing it:) Yeah, I practiced here and there, doing splits, jumps, yelling, smiling and trying to be as stiff as a board. A week of practice in a room full of about 100 girls. We stretched, we paired up, we practiced, we sweated for 3hrs everyday until day 5.

Dun, dun, dun!!!!! Oh my gosh. Here it is. The moment we all had been waiting for..."judgment day". All of the girls were split into groups and it was time to show the judges what we'd learned all week long. I was petrified! Group after group after group, and then me and my group. I had passed the first part of the tryouts that required showing our talents and abilities, or flexibilities. Now I have to stand on stage in front of 90 some middle school girls!!! The tryout cheer. The adrenaline. "Why?!" I thought to myself. "Cant I just show it to them (the judges) alone?" So, I began the cheer with my group and what happened?? I FORGOT THE MOVES AND THE WORDS! My whole world fell silent in my head. It seemed as if the room and everyone in it shut down and I was the focal point. All I remember is holding my mouth and thinking, "I'm not gonna make it, I'm not gonna make it." As I went to my seat I wanted to scream and cry and stomp like a kid that couldn't have her way. I pouted. My friends all did great. I would be the odd ball left out if they made the team and I didn't.

The final part of the tryouts. Who's gonna get picked out of 100 girls? They began the name calls and I blocked it all out, assured that my name was not on the list. To my surprise, as I was drowning everything and everyone out, I heard, "Tiffany Moore." I said "huh? WHAAAATTTTT?!! mE? AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!". In amazement and excitement I jumped up and screamed and ran in circles around the room. I could not believe it! I had to stop and make sure it wasn't a joke. Everyone was happy for me as well. The judges smiled and said they'd been watching me all week and saw the potential that i had to be a great cheerleader. To top it off, my dad had been watching the entire time through the glass window and gave me two thumbs up. What a day!! One of the best middle school memories I've always had:)

~*Real VS. Fake*~

I can remember the day I joined the gymnastics team. Oh to smell that gym again! All of the hard strenuous work, day and night, just to be the perfect gymnast. It all started with tryouts. I was undecided if I really wanted to join the team. I'd never really done any flips and twists...but I loved watching the Olympics! After discussing my love for it over and over with my friends, they edged me on and talked me into trying out. Unfortunately, I wasn't skilled enough and it caused me many bruises and hospital visits. But, after continuing to strive that whole week of tryouts; sweating, falling, crying and so on the judges saw my persistence and my fervor and decided that I might be a great gymnast one day. It was one of the best days of my life! I'll never forget when they called my name..."Tiffany Moore, congratulations, you made the team."

Dear Future Me…

We’ve been through a lot, you and me, and I just can’t wait and see

Where you’ll be in the next 5 years or so.

Now is good, but then will be great

Looking back from then to now

Wondering when and how

You made it to where you are.

Dream big, keep hope alive,

Laugh, smile, and cry,

Remember how you always got by

And you’ll survive.


I didn’t always see a clear view for you, but things are looking up.

The boundaries of your life are set: family, friends, home and church

Education, career and don’t forget the perks.

I hope all your dreams become reality, I hope you never give up,

I hope you keep first things first, I hope you continue to look up,

I hope you always look on the brighter side of things, I hope you stay humble,

I hope life treats you well, I hope peace and joy are ever before you,

I hope you live life in abundance, I hope you stay true.

Don’t forget to tell me how things are going when you get there.

I’ll be waiting to congratulate you for a job well done

And we’ll be together again to start our next journey on.

A Day in the Life of...GUESS WHO?

Today, I was awakened by the sound of elementary kids. I was resting very well until they came barging in and startled me. It wasn't so bad though, being that they do it every day after school. So, of course I'd planned events for us to do today, as I do every day. It wouldn't be a super duper day without fun events! First, we set out for an adventurous day in the park. We were acting as if we were hunters in the woods searching for Koala bears. We dressed up in cowboy outfits for the occasion and after finding the bears, getting eaten up, we magically disappeared to escape from them and were surprisingly back where we started. Then, we headed back inside to discover a mess of paint, toys, papers and various arts and craft material everywhere! Someone had left the door opened on the way out and a little kitten ran rampant through our things. That turned out to be great! Another fun event! It gave us a chance to clean up and sing songs and play numerous riddle games in the process. Before we knew it, the place was squeaky clean. After a long adventurous day in the park and so much fun cleaning, we were all tired and decided to part and go our separate ways. Until next time...Now I can go back to sleep ahhh…

Chest Attack!

Okay, so, the most terrifying moment of my life thus far....it would DEFINITELY be the time that I thought I was having a heart attack. About a year and a half ago I was moving into a new house. I was so excited about it that I decided to move my things in ahead of time before the rest of the family. It was a boring summer day and I figured, what the heck, I can load my truck and move in some stuff. So, that was just what I did. Later that night, back at the old place, I was surfing the net and began to feel sharp pains in my chest. I tried to ignore it, until it continued. I was so afraid that I began to panic and had a panic attack. I couldn't breathe for a hot second so I just knew I was a goner. I rushed down to my parents room shaking and yelling, "my chest is hurting and I can't breathe!" Of course, I woke the whole house up. The pain subsided after I laid in my mom's arms (yes I still sleep with her when I'm not feeling well). Finally daylight. I awoke to no pain at all. Until evening. I'm in bed, comfy, and there's that pain again....had me up all night. I finally decided to go get checked out. As I lay in the hospital bed awaiting x-ray results for my heart, all I remember is my insides shaking all up and having cold feet and hands. My mouth was very jittery because I didn't know what was gonna happen. Here the doctor comes, with a big smile on his face, saying, "you are fine." Come to find out, Ihad pulled a chest muscle in the process of lifting those heavy boxes that I was so anxious to move!:/ Yeah, I felt very stupid. If only I had waited. That horrible pulled muscle took months to heal and even now I still have to be careful of strenuous work. Lesson learned: Be patient....and let the men do all the work;)

Are You A Needy Person?

Have you ever been in a relationship where you seemed to be the one that always needed attention? Nothing was good enough or something was always lacking....you found yourself unsatisfied with the way things were going most of the time... simply because you were TOO NEEDY. I define a" needy" person as being one who is blinded by selfishness. He or she thinks they need attention or need more quality time, more surprises and gifts, more hugs and cuddles, more phone calls during the day when in actuality, these are only things they want and most of the time it's their way or the highway. Since selfishness is blinding them, it only lets them see the other person and all of their "faults" (things you think they should or could be doing better). This, ladies and gents, is how relationships fall apart; whether girlfriend and boyfriend, husband and wife or just bffs. Let us wake up this year and see ourselves as we really are and not just the other person. How about we step up a notch and do the things that we expect others to do for us? If you find yourself in the category of being a "needy" person, what are some things that you can do to help have and keep lasting relationships? Think about it.