Reminders of a great man...

I often still read the Lubbock paper online. I still feel very much connected to it and Lubbock is still my home. I had a few extra mintues today at school and got online and found this article.

Dr. Richie Rosen was my dad's surgeon during his 2 year battle with cancer. There is not a better man. He deeply cared for my dad, deeply. He hurt when my dad hurt. He was compassionate, kind, caring, and did all he possibly could to help my dad try to beat cancer. Sure, my dad worked with more doctors, surgeons, nurses, but Dr. Rosen left an impact on me. I specifically remember us sitting in his office as a family and him answering and answering questions as we dealt with the fact that our dad was dying. He wanted to make sure he left no stone unturned with dad.

Doctors see hundreds of patients every day. But Dr. Rosen made it a point to not let me dad just be a "number".

Anyway, it's not some super great article or anything, but I do feel it speaks to the character of Dr. Rosen.....I appreciate him more than he could ever know.

Yeah, I know....

I'm not a good blogger....in fact, I've contemplated getting rid of it all together. Seriously. I mean, I don't feel I contribute anything "useful" to the blog world and who in the heck really reads this? Anyone? All I do lately is try to win all these giveaways from other blogs..... We'll see....I'm gonna give it until the end of the year to decide.

Fabulousity!

Head over to Fabulous K to check out some goodies!

Little Bit Funky's done it again....

Little Bit Funky's done it again...

Another great giveaway...

Head over to her blog to check it out.

She gives you like 9 chances for an entry...and the prize is really great.

Happy Giveaway Day!

From the mouth of a 13 year old....

Every year, I have my students make a turkey with 5 feathers. On each feather they must write one thing they are thankful for that isn't materialistic and why they are thankful for it. It always starts a discussion on what materialistic things are and aren't. Then, I turn them loose to create a turkey with some construction paper, glue, and scissors.

Now, I know some of you are thinking, "But, Tiffany, you teach middle school math and this is a little elementary for them, don't you think?" And my answer to that is no. We are never too old to count our blessings. We are never too old to be thankful. And besides, the kids see this as fun, and in a 7th grade math class, I'll take all the fun I can get!

Here is my turkey they can use as an example if they wish...

And here is Amanda's turkey....

And here is them hanging outside my door....some, not all 150 of them.....

And then, after we'd hung them all up, I came back to my desk to clean up and I found a lone feather that had fallen off its turkey. No name on it, just a boys handwriting.....and this is what it said.....

What? You can't read it? It says "I am thankful for my parents who are not divorced because most don't have their parents together."

And then I realized that at 13, kids get it. They really do. And they know that is something to be thankful for. And then I wondered, does my Reese get it? Does he know? Maybe not yet, but at a very young age, he will. And today, just like everyday, I realized how important it is to fight for my marriage. I was reminded of that this weekend (this long, hard, emotion filled weekend). My marriage is worth fighting for, even in the hard times. And maybe, if I'm lucky, Reese will realize just how lucky he is.

Rachel Came to Play!

My friend Rachel came to visit a few weeks ago. She was in town for some training for her new job and stayed for the night. It is so fun to have Rach around because she is just a big of a kid as Reese. He LOVES her, even though it takes him a minute to warm up to her....I so wish Rach lived closer and could be more part of Reese's daily life....We love you Aunt Redair - y - air! Please come see us again soon!

"God made us cousins because he knew our mom's couldn't handle us as brothers." Unknown

"Here JoeJoe - give it five!"

"See, Goo Job JoeJoe!"

"JoeJoe here tums the firetwucks!"

"JoeJoe the pwade is over!"

Sass Your Fras!

Ok y'all. I've totally revamped my crafty blog...check it out and tell your friends!

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It's like giveaway day on all the blogs I follow! Lu Bird Baby is doing a giveaway! Check it out!

Totally in love....

So, you've seen me plug Little Bit Funky, right? And if you haven't checked out her blog or her stuff, you need to - LIKE NOW! I get so inspired by some of the stuff she does. I love her blog - it's simple, which, with 2,593,483,494 running through my head at any given moment is a good thing. Anyways, she's got another great giveaway going on over at her blog, so check it out.

And in other news ( you all come here to read about my son, right?) He's got a new thing....his "funk". Yup, his funk. Did you know he broke his funk? He also got an owie on his funk. And, the car crashed into his funk.....are you just as confused as I was the first time I heard it? Well, "funk" is thumb. And that dern thing seems to be in Reese's way a lot lately!

And probably the cutest thing ever is a conversation like this:

Wait...let me preface by saying that my dad's name was Kenny Joe. We named Reese, Kenny Reese and call him Reese. We opted for a different middle name because my sister wanted to name her son Kenny Joe since Joe is a family name of her husbands. We at our house call Kenny Joe (the boy) "JoeJoe" because it is/was easier for Reese to say way back when JoeJoe was born. JoeJoe has stuck and we don't call JoeJoe by Kenny at all. Reese, does however know that his name is Kenny Reese Rasor. And, he's been told his PawPaw's name is Kenny too, but we usually just refer to him as PawPaw.

Ok, here goes:

Me: Reese, you're cute!

Reese: No! My Tinney Wessey Wasor!

Me: Yes, you are Kenny Reese Rasor. Who else is named Kenny?

Reese: Tinney Weesey Wasor! JoeJoe! Tinney JoeJoe Wasor! PawPaw! Tinney PawPaw Wasor in my Heabin with my Baby Jesus!

My son is brilliant......just brilliant! And that conversation warmed my heart because I always want him to know of his PawPaw and how wonderful of a man he was... I want him to be proud of being Kenny and to know what it means....and it's amazing to me all that this little sponge picks up when I'm not even trying to teach him something..... God is so good, isn't He?