Happy Birthday Lana...part 2

Refined, Transformed and Blossomed

Tiffany Ann Laird Mathews...

"Bloomed where she was planted
and transplanted and transplanted"

I just returned from a celebration of Tiffany's life.
I have regrets that I didn't take notice sooner.
Time and distance are a poor excuse, but FB
did reconnect us, and I saw Tiffany as a sweet
Mom & Wife, working endlessly for others.
She had just rested up from the community
teen dance, that she help organize.
She had just worked the last day of her 2nd job
Her last post on FB was "Goodnight to all"
She greeted her customers, with a smile, even talking
that morning,to the young lady that was also killed
in the head-on collision.


Testimony of others confirmed that Tiffany had been
refined by the fire of past choices and transformed
to give hope to others that faced the same struggles.
She had the perfect shoulder to cry on, strenghten by her
faith & redemption of her Father in Heaven.

She rebuilt her life, not only for herself, but for Billy
and Brittni. My heart aches for them, and my prayer
is that they live to honor all that she wanted them to be.

Sweet Tiffany, like Adam, taken as they are busy serving
others. Just doesn't make sense! But they both bloomed
where they were planted and transplanted and transplanted.
And we are left holding the sweet bouquet .

Not enough of these...

Pictures of Morgandy & her Pappa
needed some cheer...and found these

Appointment Problems...

...or is it me?

So in the previous post, I stressed over the Dr. appt, that I might miss again, since I missed it last week. Well, I didn't forget, just came in 24 hrs early, but they saw me anyway.

So I'm setting my phone right now for the appt 3 mo. from now.

Another problem is that goggle won't accept my password to blog pictures...any suggestions!

It's The Little Things

Do you notice the little things that catch you off guard?
This month spring has sprung and so has the little things that show love.


Last week I missed 1 of 3 Dr. appointments. Even when Marcus played the phone message reminder, for the Mon a.m. appt., I had already decided that it was on Wed. I checked Mon. afternoon for the time, and saw that it had been for Mon. a.m. So all week, I've stressed that I would miss it again today, and told Marcus he had to remind me, even though he was going to be at work.
90 seconds after I dropped him off for work, he called to remind me of my 8:30 appt.
It's the little things!

Yesterday, I was not happy that my hair didn't look like the beautician fixed it...so said that when I win the lottery , (never buy a ticket) I would have someone fix my hair for me....(to thick, takes forever to dry)
Last night we left the grocery store, but Marcus went right back in and bought me a lottery ticket.
It's the little things!

After a long hard week, Marcus played golf Sat a.m., and then returned to make plans to be with me for the afternoon. I was expecting a lazy day, but he wanted to take me to a movie and out to eat. "I want to do something you enjoy."
It's the little things!

He went in to pick up my prescription, but they were closed, so I got a box of candy.
It's the little things!

He tried hard to fix my washing machine. Then bought a new washer and dryer.
Not such a little thing!

As I observe him indoor sky-diving, he flies (or floats) to the window and blows me a kiss.
It's the little things!

He helps find a number when I'm stumped at Sudoku.
It's the little things!

Thanks Marc... the little things are huge & love you!

It's just lotion

I'm setting in bed, reading and have just applied lotion. No big deal...but then I recall that night as a college student. I was ready for bed, and reading a magazine, when our R.A. came to the door and had all of us report to the Dorm Mothers apartment. I stood in line and waited as each girl was ask to put their hands under a black light. How annoying, I thought, but waited my turn, so I could return to our room. Not paying much attention, I let them see my hands and was ready to leave, but they wanted a second look. Yep! There was some writing on my freshly clean & lotioned hands. At 1st, I was just as surprised as they were, for they were looking for the theft that had stolen planted money. They thought they had caught her or me. After the shock of be a suspect, I realized that lotion, magazines and black lights are a bad combination in that situation. But I was able to give more evidence of the magazine print being on my lotioned legs.
Not one of those fun college experiences, although it was funny. When enquiring friends wanted to know, I would say , "It's just lotioned hands thumbing thru a magazine."